One Way Or Another (Scream 3) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter Nine: "Do it, coward"

I watched as Dewey and Gale disappeared around a corner before I went the other way, going into the bathroom. I turned on the water, cleaning off the dried tears. I turned off the water and frowned seeing how much my hands were shaking. I held them to myself, letting out a breath, "Come on, Haze, get it together."

I heard a noise and froze, turning towards the stalls. I leaned down, seeing a pair of black leather boots rise from the floor, onto the toilet. I instantly kicked the door open prepared to see the killer.

I was surprised to see Angelina, the girl playing me standing there. She looked at me in shock, dropping the things in her hands. "Oh my God, Hazel! I'm Angelina Tyler, I'm you! I mean, I play you. I mean, I did."

I watched her carefully as she started picking up the things she dropped. My eyes narrowed when I noticed a ghostface mask lying there. "Oh, I thought, well if there's no movie, it would be okay to take some souvenirs."

"Souvenirs?" I asked, taking a step back.

She shrugged, "I may never win another role, so these may be my only memories, ya know, of Hollywood. I know it's weird, cause it's your life and all. I wanted to make you proud."

I hesitated, "Well, uhm, I'm sure I would have been."

She sighed, shaking her head as she gathered her things. "The real Hazel. I just wish it would have worked out."

She went through a door marked "Studio 16" and I looked down, seeing a hairbrush lying there. I picked it up, rushing after her. "Hey, wait! You forgot this! Angelina? Hello?" I called as I walked further down a hallway. I gasped when I looked around, realizing I was on the Stab 3 set, specifically, Stu's house.

I looked around, shivers going down my spine seeing how accurate it all looked. I walked out the front door to be met with a replica of my bedroom. I looked around in shock, everything looking like it did five years ago. I walked further in, memories of my friends and I hanging out flashing through my mind. I sat on the edge of the bed and it was like I was transported back to the day Billy and Stu admitted to liking me. When they both kissed me.

Suddenly, I heard a crash and turned around, my eyes widening when I noticed the door was now closed. I backed up, leaning against the window as I kept my eye on the door.

I screamed when the glass behind me shattered and arms pulled me through. The attacker and I fell down off a ledge and onto a snack table. I groaned in pain, my eyes opening to see Ghostface beside me. "Shit," I said, jumping up and running. I ran around a porch, coming to a replica of Sidney's house. "Dewey! Mark!" I screamed, hoping for someone to have heard me.

I went into the house, locked the door, and turned in time to see Ghostface come out of a closet. I jumped out of the way, the knife going into the front door. I screamed, rushing up the stairs, throwing vases and picture frames at him on the way. At the top, I pushed a supply cart down the stairs and went into a room. I shut the door, screaming when I turned to see everything covered in blood. And that's when I realized I was in Sidney's parent's bedroom. This is what she saw when she found her mother.

I saw the one Polaroid, but I never knew how terrible it truly was. How could Billy and Stu have done this? How could they be so heartless?

There was banging at the door and I looked around, trying to figure out what to do. Just when I grabbed a prop lamp, the door busted open and he came in, sprinting at me. I held up the lamp, swinging it at him. He grabbed it, using it to pull me closer to him.

I stumbled forward, screaming as the knife came close to going into my side. I shoved away from him, going to run but tripping over the mannequin covered in a bloody sheet, which I assume is supposed to be Maureen.

I fell to the ground and he was almost instantly on top of me, flipping me onto my back harshly. He straddled me, holding my hands above my head with one hand. "Get off of me," I growled, thrashing around.

He brought the knife up, slicing down my arm, searing pain in its wake. I gritted my teeth, still trying to get away. He chuckled darkly, leaning down, the mask inches from my face. "You're so beautiful when you cry," he said, the voice seeming deeper than usual. The knife trailed down farther, no longer drawing blood as he ran it down my face. "You'll learn the truth soon."

I wiggled more, feeling a pit in my stomach as the knife kept going lower. "Fuck you," I said with a glare.

"Oh you will," he chuckled darkly and I felt bile in my throat as I finally got my leg free enough to flip him off of me.

He fell back and I used his surprise to my advantage, getting up and trying to run out the door again but he grabbed my ankle. I stumbled to the left, leaning against the window for support before he pushed me into it. The knife was pressed against my throat and I could hear him breathing heavily. "Do it, coward," I said, looking into the dark eyes.

He pressed the knife harder until he yelled out in frustration, pushing me through the window instead. I fell through, rolling off of the roof and landing on the fake grass, screaming as I fell.

I lay there for a moment, the wind having been knocked out of me. I rolled onto my back, faintly hearing yelling but not paying attention as my gaze locked onto the window, frowning when he was no longer there.