𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ billy loomis & stu macher

Sick Joke

"Where's Randy?" Dewey asked Gale as they were standing by a wall to catch their breath.

Every lead they thought they had failed. They must've checked many students phones, but got nothing. No suspects, no leads, and now they remembered they had the geek stalling the killer on the phone.

"I don't see him." Gale looked around and felt her shoulders sag when she noticed Joel's news van in the distance. Something in her gut telling her to go to the vehicle.

The two went towards the vehicle when they ran into Joel who has a box of donuts in hand. "What's going on?" Joel asked.

Gale and Dewey's eyes widened at seeing crimson blood leaking out of the van onto the pavement. Joel not noticing the blood, more so focussed on his van's broken window. "Yo, who broke my window?"

Dewey ignored the question and quickly opened the van's side door. Gale's scream piercing the air when the three saw Randy on his back, covered in his own blood, and his blue eyes still open.

The Ghostface mask was left on the driver's seat with the door open, indicating the killer had fled.

Dewey grabbed Gale away from the horrific scene as Joel passed out from seeing something so gruesome he'd never witnessed before.

"He's dead. Oh my god, he's dead." Gale muttered in shock while Dewey wrapped his arms around her.

Trying to provide some sort of comfort to his past lover. Though he needs it, his heart was breaking at seeing someone he considered a younger brother, dead.

He immediately grabbed his phone and called the police with his free hand. His body going still at hearing the familiar honey voice.

"Randy?"

Gale and Dewey whipped their heads to see Rory standing there with Liam, only a few feet away from the news van.

Rory and Liam had just gotten out of class to meet up with Randy for lunch like planned. Rory had called Randy's phone, but when she got no answer, the couple decided to look for him.

They didn't think they'd see this.

"Randy?" Rory shakily said as she walked closer to the van.

Seeing the bloody body she hoped it was some stranger, hoping it wasn't any of her friends. But she recognized those shoes and piercing blue eyes.

Her stomach twisted at the sight of yet another dear friend covered in their own blood. She felt as if she was going to throw up on the spot. Rory's feet were moving on their own as she quickly walked and climbed into the van. Her hands cupping Randy's cheeks, gently shaking him to wake up.

"Wake up, Randy. Randy? Wake up." Rory anxiously said. She tried to push down the vomit that rose in her throat at feeling her friend's blood on her palms, the smell of it in the cramped space.

At seeing the sight, Dewey and Liam finally stepped in. The two encouraging the brunette to get out the van, but their words were falling on deaf ears.

Tears welled up in Rory's eyes as she started to pat Randy's cheeks. She was in denial, wishing this was just some twisted prank that her friend was playing on her. "Randy, wake up. Come on. This isn't funny, Randy. Wake up."

His eyes were not blinking, his chest unmoving. He was unresponsive and yet Rory was still trying to wake him up.

"Randy! Wake up!" Rory pleaded as a few tears slipped down her cheeks.

She grabbed the front of his shirt and started shaking him. Pleading for her friend to wake up and prove this was a joke, that this wasn't happening again.

"Rory, he's gone. Please come out." Dewey came closer to the van with an outstretched hand, trying to get the girl to come out. His voice was saddened at the whole situation.

"No!" Rory's head snapped in Dewey's direction. Her shaky voice raising. She refused to think she's lost another friend. "He's not dead. He's—he's just pretending. Randy's playing some sick joke."

The distressed brunette looked back down at her bloodied friend, shaking him again. Her lip quivering as she tried to smile, choosing to live in delusion. "Right, Ray? This is some prank. You're joking...right?"

There was no response, the only sound being heard was sirens in the distance. The two men's hearts were breaking at seeing Rory profusely shaking Randy. Even Gale could see the state the brunette was in and something inside her almost felt bad, thinking maybe she portrayed Rory wrong.

The police and ambulance showed up and moved them out the way, telling Rory to get out the van so they could grab the body. But Rory was having none of it, she refused to move.

"No! No, he's fine! He's—he's breathing, see?"

Anyone could see that the young boy's chest wasn't rising. A cop stepped in and grabbed Rory, dragging her from the van and off the body.

"No! Get off me! He's fine!" Rory shouted in distress as she thrashed in the cop's grasp.

Liam and Dewey quickly walked up to the two. Dewey telling the cop to let go and when he did, Liam grabbed Rory into his arms.

Rory let a sob escape her when she saw over Liam's shoulder the paramedics lift Randy's body onto a gurney.

"Randy?" Her voice quivered at seeing him be lifted into the back of the ambulance.

She quickly moved out of Liam's arms towards the ambulance, trying to get into the ambulance. Only to be stopped by a paramedic.

"Sorry, miss. Only family can come."

"I'm his sister, so let me in." Rory snapped as she tried to get in, but the paramedic didn't budge, getting in her way.

Dewey and Liam ran up to the situation. Liam standing by Rory's side. Dewey spoke up with an authoritative tone that he rarely ever uses. "She's his family. Let her go."

The paramedic reluctantly moved out the way. Rory got into the back of the ambulance with Liam following behind her. Liam not caring what the paramedic said and still got on anyway, sitting next to his girlfriend.

Rory clutched Liam's hand tightly while her eyes watched the paramedic tend to Randy. Her tears never stopped falling the entire way to the hospital.