One Way Or Another (Scream 3) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter One: "The show must go on!"

Over the next few years, life moved fast. I decided to focus on my studies, going to a different school, one in California that is directly for the film industry. With everyone I loved being either dead, hiding, or just miles away, I really threw myself into my work.

I got an internship at a production company and soon finished my degree. I was able to stay on with the company as an assistant writer.

Gale wrote another book, this time, making me out to be even worse than she did in the first one. She moved out to LA as well, but luckily, we didn't keep in contact.

As time went on, I decided to write a book, a tell-all sort of situation, about what really happened in high school and college. Of course leaving out the same key details I did with the police. After this came out, my success in the film industry slowly started getting better.

I wrote a horror love story, loosely based on my boys and I, combining them into one person for the story. It wasn't close enough for anyone to know the truth behind it, but I did add real elements that if my boys watch it, they will know. That script is possibly being picked up by the production company I work for, although they want to make so many changes, I'm very hesitant.

Stab was a wild success, and so they made a Stab 2, of course, about the Windsor Murders. And then, now, they are working on Stab 3. With the press for my book, the team behind Stab 3 tried getting me to help out with the script, but I refused, wanting nothing to do with it.

I kept to myself mostly, worried that if I let anyone in again, it would end badly. I always keep an eye out for my boys, but years later, and they still haven't come for me. I did make a couple of surface level friends at work, but nothing major, convinced that when I let my guard down and get close to them, they would be in danger.

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I was sitting in the breakroom, reading a book when the news report on tv caught my attention. "Controversial talk show host Cotton Weary was found murdered last night, along with his girlfriend, actress Christine-" I reached over, muting the tv as I closed my book. I shook my head, seeing the ghostface mask popping up on the screen.

It's not them? Is it? They don't have a reason to kill Cotton. I gathered my stuff, heading back to my desk when I stopped, seeing my boss talking to a man who held a police badge. Fuck, it's happening again.

I made my way over to them, setting my stuff down as they both looked at me. "Hazel, this is Detective Mark Kincaid," my boss, Amy, said.

He held out his hand. "Hazel, nice to meet you," he said with a dashing smile.

"Likewise," I mumbled, shaking his hand. "So, what's going on?"

Detective Kincaid looked around, seeing my coworkers watching us before giving me a tight lipped smile. "Would there be any place more private where we can talk?"

"Yes, right this way," Amy said, leading us into a conference room. She patted me on the shoulder before walking out, closing the door behind her. "Is this about Cotton? I just saw the news in the breakroom," I said, leaning against the table with my arms crossed.

He nodded, "Yes, Cotton and Christine were found murdered in their apartment last night." He pulled out a file from his briefcase he had been carrying. "This was left next to Cotton's body. Do you happen to recognize this woman?"

I took the plastic covered photo, seeing a headshot partially covered in what I assume is Cotton's blood. I squinted, "I think that's Sidney's mom," I said, surprised.

"That's what Gale Weathers and Dewey Riley said as well," Kincaid said, taking back the photo.

"So, what's that mean?" I asked.