Don't Fear The Reaper (Scream 1996) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter Thirteen: "We all go a little mad sometimes"

Sidney and I backed up, running through the lawn and out to Gale's news van. "Help!" we yelled, banging on the door.

We realized it wasn't closed all of the way and pushed the door open, not seeing anything but blood. "Shit," I said, looking around.

Sidney grabbed my hand, pulling me through some bushes, to be hidden from view as we started walking in the opposite direction of the house. "But, what about Stu and Randy? And Dewey? They're all still back there," I said as she wiped a few tears away.

"We need to just get help. We can't do anything for them."

I held onto my shoulder, putting pressure on it while we limped down the road.

I noticed headlights coming toward us from the direction of Stu's house and stepped out of the bushes, trying to wave whoever it was down. "Stop! Please!"

I noticed it was Gale speeding in the news van. She swerved, losing control and slamming into a tree.

"Come on. If Gale was back there, maybe Dewey is too. Please, Sid," I begged.

She sighed, following me back to the house. "Dewey!" I yelled.

"Dewey! Where are you?" Sidney called out.

We walked closer to the house, and I felt relief when Dewey walked out the open front door. But then I noticed his pained look. "Dewey?"

"Sid? Haze?" he mumbled before falling to the ground, revealing a knife in his back.

"Dewey!" Sid exclaimed, stepping forward just as the killer walked out, roughly pulling the knife out of Dewey and looking at us. "Run!"

We turned around jumping into Dewey's police car, locking the doors. She reached down, trying to turn on the car but hitting the steering wheel when there ended up being no keys. "Shit!" she cried.

The killer popped up outside her window and I froze. He knocked on it with his knife, gaining her attention. He held up his other hand, dangling the police car keys from his finger. Then he swooped down, disappearing out of sight.

I grabbed the police radio, "Hello! Help me! I'm at Stu Macher's house on Turner lane. It's 261 Turner lane. Please, he's trying to kill us!"

The car doors unlocked, making Sidney and I gasp, trying to lock them again. Then, the killer was suddenly in the seat behind Sidney, strangling her. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed at his arm, trying to pull it away.

I looked around, finding a clipboard and using it to hit the killer with, distracting him enough for us to get out of the car.

We ran up to the porch and turned around, not seeing the killer there anymore. I jumped when Randy ran up to us, taking a few steps back. "Hazel! Sidney! Jesus, we need to get the fuck out of here!"

"Stop right there," Sid said, holding her hand out.

I looked around, picking up Dewey's gun. Randy's eyes widened as he held up his hands. "Don't shoot. It's me. I-I found Tatum, she's dead. I think Stu did it!"

Just then Stu came running up, pointing at Randy, "Don't listen to him!"

"Stay back!" I yelled, not missing the look of hurt that crossed both of their faces.

"He killed Billy. He killed Tatum." Stu said, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"No, I didn't! You did!" Randy yelled.

I held up the gun, moving it back and forth between the two. "Hazel, baby, please give me the gun. Give me the gun."

"No! He did it, Sid, Hazel. He did it. Please, I didn't do it, he did it! Please!"

Sidney pulled me with her into the house, "Fuck you both!" she yelled before slamming the door shut and locking it.

The boys were banging on the door and I backed away, gripping onto the gun tightly. I can't believe we just locked them both out there.

I heard a thump from upstairs and spun around, worried the killer got in somehow and gasping when I saw Billy at the top of the stairs, holding onto his stomach. "Billy!" I said just as he fell down the steps.

I rushed over to him, helping him up. "Are you okay? I thought you were dead!" I cried.

"I'm like a stuck pig, but I'm alright. I'm okay," he said, brushing some hair from my face. "We need to get help," he started making his way towards the door.

"No, he's out there," Sid said.

"Give me the gun," Billy said and I started to hand it over. Sidney looked at me nervously and Billy seemed to notice, "Hey, it's okay, just give me the gun."

Once it was in his hands, he opened the door, Randy rushing in. "Please, help me!" he exclaimed.

"Get in, get in!" Billy said, closing and locking the door.

"Stu's flipped out, he's gone mad!" Randy said.

Billy turned around, an evil smile on his face, causing me to take a step back. "We all go a little mad sometimes," he said, holding up the gun, pointing it at Randy.

"No! Billy!" Sidney yelled just as Randy's eyes widened.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled as the shot rang out and he flew backwards, into a table. I rushed over to his side, pulling off my flannel to put pressure on his wound.

Billy scratched his head with the gun as I looked at him in disbelief, tears streaming down my face. I looked back at Randy, mumbling at the same time Billy said, "Anthony Perkins, Psycho."

Billy smirked at me, "I knew you'd know the quote." He then licked his fingers, "Corn syrup. Same stuff they used as pig's blood in Carrie."

Stu then came in from the kitchen, looking around in horror. Sidney rushed over to him, "Stu, help us, please."

Stu looked at her as he pulled out a little white box, a familiar sound coming from it when he pressed a button. "Surprise Sidney," he said, his voice coming out to sound just like the one that had been tormenting me.

"No!" Sidney and I both gasped.

I felt my shoulders fall. How could I be this stupid? How did I get in this mess? How could both the boys I love do this?