Ultraviolence | Scream 1996

ChapterSeventeen | Sharon Stone

"No! Why are you doing this?", Sidney cried to the three.

"It's all part of the game, Sidney", Stu laughed as they walked in closer to trap her against the sink.

"It's called", Billy held the modifier up to his mouth. " 'Guess How I'm Gonna Die' ", he yelled as he pointed the gun at her.

"Fuck you!", she screamed at him.

This only seemed to amuse Billy. "No, no, no, no, no, we already played that game, remember?"

"Ew!", Matilda groaned turning to make a grossed out face at Billy as she took the gun from him and handed him the iconic ghostface knife.

"You lost", Billy told Sidney as he held the knife up at her, walking closer toward her, Matilda handing the gun to Stu.

"It's a fun game, Sidney", Stu told her like he was telling her about 'twister'. "See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong...", he pointed the gun at her and pretended to fire it at her. "You die!"

"You get it right..", Matilda trailed off.

"You die", Billy said simply as he trailed the knife down her throat, shrugging.

"You're crazy, the three of you", Sidney said seriously looking between them.

"Actually", Stu went to correct her, sandwiching Matilda between him and Billy as he talked to her over Matilda's head and Billys shoulder. "We prefer the term psychotic."

"You'll never get away with this", she told them on the verge of a breakdown, it's surprising how well she had kept it together so far.

The three looked up in mock shock as they giggled and chuckled to themselves.

"Oh, no!", Billy mocked. "Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame."

Sidney was looking at him with despair as he revealed something without having to say it.

"Watch a few movies, take a few notes", Stu laughed.

"It was fun", Matilda giggled as she remembered the night that was a year ago.

"No!", Sidney tried walking away but Billy grabbed onto her pulling her upright.

"Whoa! Where're you goin'?", he pretended like it was a causal conversation.

"Why?", she sobbed, looking at the floor not able to stand the sight of them. "Why did you kill my mother?"

"Why?", Billy muttered. "Why?", he yelled making her flinch. "Did you hear that, Stu? Til? I think she wants a motive."

Stu wrapped his arms around Matilda's waist as he pulled them both back from Billy as they scoffed and hummed at his question.

"I don't really believe in motives, Sid", Billy told her, remembering what Randy said in the VR store. "I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?"

"No!", Stu and Matilda answered as if it was a class question they got asked by the teacher.

"Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lector like to eat people? Don't think so", Billy jumped in her face as he said the last three words. "See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid."

Shaking her head side to side, Sidney didn't want to believe that any of this was real.

"We did your mom a favor, Sid. That woman was a slut bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something", Billy spoke darkly.

"Yeah, we put her out of her misery", Sidney turned her eyes to Stu as he now spoke, " 'cause let's face it, Sidney, your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?"