One Way Or Another (Scream 3) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter Fourteen: "You got him."

I could hear yelling as he shot, but then it was just ringing in my ears for a moment as I lay there gathering my thoughts and making sure I was good. He walked closer, shooting again, right in the chest. I fell onto my side and took shallow breaths as he walked back to the door. I pushed myself up, making eye contact with Mark who looked at me in confusion from where he lay across the room. I sent him a wink before going around the bar.

"What the fuck?" Roman exclaimed, stomping around as I assumed he was looking for me.

I saw Billy and Stu kneeling at the end of the bar, looking at me in shock, tears streaming down their faces. I raised a shaky finger to my lips, smiling. I reached up to the bar, grabbing an ice bucket I had noticed earlier and pulling out an ice pick. I smirked, thinking back to that day at lunch all those years ago.

"They didn't ask me if I like to hunt."

"Because there was no way a girl could have killed them," Stu smirked.

"That is so sexist. The killer could have easily been female - Basic Instinct."

"That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing," Randy said, beating me to it.

I gripped the ice pick in my hand, waiting for the perfect moment. Roman came closer to the bar, gripping at his hair as he pulled out his phone, that's when I jumped up driving the ice pick into his back once and then another time.

He yelled out in pain and I jumped over the bar, landing right next to him, tossing his knife away from him, and the gun.

"I shot you," he said through gritted teeth.

I smirked, pulling up my shirt to show the bullet proof vest I had on, just like he had. "I guess we think alike."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "I still got to make my movie. You can't take that away from me."

"Stab three right?" I asked before stabbing him with the ice pick a third time, right into the side of his neck, blood spraying everywhere. I could hear Billy and Stu cheering through their tape and smiled to myself for a moment until I heard Mark groan. I then rushed over to him, kneeling beside him, "You're going to be okay," I said, trying to put pressure on his wound that was bleeding profusely.

He looked up at me and smiled, "You got him."

I nodded, smiling as well. Just then the door broke down, and Dewey and Gale rushed in. They looked around the room in shock before their eyes fell on Mark and I. Gale bent down with me, replacing my hands with hers. "Hang in there," she said as I stood up, Dewey pulling me into a tight hug.

"It was Roman?" Gale asked as I stepped away from Dewey, about to go over and get Roman's discarded knife from beside him so I could get Billy and Stu untied.

"Careful, Haze. Randy said the killer is always superhuman."

I looked down at Roman and shook my head, "Not this one."

Just then, I stood corrected when he jumped up, blood coming out from his lips as he screamed at me. "You can't fucking kill me!"

Dewey started shooting him in the chest over and over, and I yelled out to him, "Head! Dewey the head!"

He paused for a moment after hearing me before doing just that, Roman falling back down, finally dead for good.

"Thanks," Dewey said breathlessly.

"No problem," I mumbled, grabbing the knife and going over to the boys.

"What are you doing?" Dewey asked, rushing over to me and gently grabbing my wrist.

I looked up at him, "They're okay, Dew. They won't hurt anyone."

He looked hesitant before letting go. I ripped off the tape on their mouths first and Stu was the first one to speak.

"Holy shit that was crazy man. I really thought he killed you for a second there, but then you got up and my mind was blown, seriously."

I smiled, shaking my head at his words as I cut the tape on their wrists and ankles. Once they were free, Stu pulled me into him. I looked back, seeing Dewey watching us nervously. I looked over, making eye contact with Billy.

He smiled and I did too. They're okay. We're okay. Right?

"Dewey, he's unconscious," Gale called out frantically.

My head snapped over, watching as Dewey kneeled down beside Mark. "Come on Kincaid, stay with me," he mumbled, starting to do chest compressions. I ran a hand through my hair, watching nervously. I need to help the boys get out of here, but I can't let Mark die, he came to save me.

I turned to the boys, eyeing Stu's bloody side, "How bad is it?" I asked quickly.

"Not too bad, mostly just a flesh wound," Stu shrugged.

I nodded. "Go to my house and get cleaned up. Then hide. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"But won't that be the first place they look?" Billy asked.

"They don't know you've been there. Besides, just go to my panic room. It's not on the blueprints and on an entirely different security system. No one knows about it but me and the random old man who installed it. It's through the guest room closet, behind a false panel. The code is the same as everything else."

"But what about you?" Stu asked.

"I'm going to have to talk to the police and go to the hospital. I'll be home when I can and I'll try to keep them off your trail. They're going to know about you working with Roman, is there any trace of you at his place?"

"Not much, just some clothes and stuff. We've been packed to run again for a while," Billy said.

"Good, be careful." They nodded, going out the door I had gone through. I watched after them for a minute before turning back to Mark, rushing over and gripping his hand. "Where'd they go?" Gale asked.

"I don't know," I said, not looking away from Mark.