One Way Or Another (Scream 3) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter Twelve: "Welcome to the final act."

Once I pulled up to the large mansion, I went around the back like he said, walking past the pool, stopping when I saw Tyson on the ground in a puddle of blood, his head smashed open. I covered my mouth, feeling sick at the sight. I looked away, reaching into my jacket as my phone rang. "What do you want?" I snapped.

"You follow directions well. Welcome to the final act." I rolled my eyes, gazing up at the house, trying to see if I could see any shadows. "Now, see that metal detector? Use it. All over."

I sighed, grabbing it and starting at my right ankle going up my leg and torso. It started beeping at my necklace and I stopped, waiting to hear what he had to say. "The other leg."

I ran it down the left side of me, and it went off at my ankle. "Show it to me!" I pulled out Wallace's gun, holding it up. "Throw it in the pool." I gritted my teeth but did as he said. "Now come inside."

"No fucking way. How do I know you haven't killed them already?"

"They're waiting right inside. Look for yourself."

I stepped forward, looking through the open patio door to see Dewey and Gale tied to chairs. I rushed forward, going right to them. "Now that we're all here, the party can begin."

I hung up, tossing the phone down as I went to Dewey, ripping the tape off his mouth. "Haze, what are you doing here? They'll kill you. Billy and Stu-" I cut him off.

"I know, they're here. Where did they go? Who are they working with?" I asked.

"I don't know, he was in the costume and they disappeared."

"Where is he?"

"I don't - right behind you!" Dewey's eyes widened as he yelled, wiggling in his seat.

I turned around, just in time to be met with the killer once again. He backhanded me, causing me to fall down to the floor, not expecting it.

"Oh shit!" Dewey yelled when the killer pulled out a knife. He tried wiggling around more, yelling at the killer to leave me alone.

I smirked to myself, pulling out the second gun. "Think again, asshole." I then pulled the trigger, firing five rounds into his chest. He fell back into the hallway and I let out a breath.

"Yeah! Go Haze!" Dewey exclaimed with a big grin.

I chuckled, shaking my head as I went to Gale, tired of her incoherent yelling into the tape. "Give me a second," I said, ripping it off of her.

I went to untie Dewey when Gale gasped. "Uh, Hazel?"

"What?" I sighed.

"Where is he?" she asked and I stood back up, my eyes widening when I saw he was gone.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, kicking the couch behind me. I grabbed the gun again, slowly making my way to the hall, hoping he was just trying to crawl away.

"Be careful," Dewey said.

We all screamed when Mark popped around the corner. "I heard shots. Tyson's dead. What's going on?" he asked, holding his gun up as well.

I narrowed my eyes at him, "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. Tyson said there was a party here tonight and Wallace said you were gone. I thought, 'Uh oh, third-act celebration.' I thought I'd better check it out."

"Alone?"

He tilted his head, giving me a knowing smile as he lowered his gun, raising his hands up in surrender. "Hazel, I'm here to help. Put the gun down."

I gulped, searching his face. When our eyes met, I felt my guard go down and I slowly lowered the gun to my side. He stepped closer before his face turned to shock and he pushed me to the side.

I hit my head on Dewey's chair as I fell to the ground. "Hazel!" Dewey exclaimed, looking down at me. I lay there for a moment, clutching my head.

"Hazel! Wake up! Shoot him!" Gale freaked out, pulling at the ropes constraining her.

I rolled my eyes, sitting up and seeing Mark and the killer fighting. Mark seemed to be getting the upper hand, but then the killer kicked his stomach, causing him to stumble and fall, hitting his head on the mantel, looking to have knocked him out.

I stood up, taking a deep breath before shooting at the killer again, but he ducked out of the way. I glared at him, "You want me motherfucker? Come get me!" I yelled, before taking off.

"Run!" Dewey and Gale both yelled after me.

I went to the patio door I had come in, cursing when I saw it was now closed. I tried going out, only to find it was locked. The killer lunged at me and I dodged at the last second, causing him to go through the glass door.

I ran down the hall, going into a study, and locking the door. I looked around, trying to find another way out as he banged on the door. I screamed when I got close to the desk, seeing Milton dead in the chair, a large bullet hole in his head, blood and brains all around. I then noticed a light coming from under the bookcase. A secret room. Of course.

I frantically started pulling books and decorations off the shelves, trying to find the one that would open the door. I gripped a large vintage red book and heard a click, the bookcase coming forward a bit. "Fuck yes," I grinned, pulling it open and quickly going through, pulling it shut behind me, and then closing and locking the regular wooden door behind that.

I turned around, seeing a large living room type of place with a movie screen on one side of the room, a few couches, and a bar. This must be where Milton holds his "parties".

I heard a click and then the screen started showing a video. It was through a window, of Maureen putting on makeup. It looked like this was not too long before I moved to town before she was killed. "She was so beautiful, a loving mother," the killer's voice came through the speakers.

"I watched her for months. Her and her worthless husband," the video switched to Maureen and Neil going into their house. "And her perfect daughter." I felt tears come to my eyes seeing Sidney on the phone, a big smile on her lips as she sat on the porch. "I knew they had to go."

I clenched my jaw, how could someone do this to them? Sure, Maureen had her secrets, but so does everyone. How could the boys I love do this to a family?

I jumped when another door opened, Ghostface walking in. I took a step back, narrowing my eyes at him as he closed and locked the door.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked harshly.

"I searched for a mother. An actress named Rina Reynolds. I tried to find her my whole life. And six years ago, I actually tracked her down. Knocked on her door thinking she'd welcome me with open arms. But she had a new life and a new name. Maureen Prescott!" I gasped. "She only had one child. A perfect child. She shut me out in the cold forever! Her own son!"

He took off the costume first, my eyes narrowing when I saw a bulletproof vest. No wonder he got up after firing five rounds into him. Then he pulled off the mask and I felt like the wind was knocked out of me. How could I be so stupid again?