Final Girl (Scream 4) BillyxOCxStu

Chapter One: "This is a police event now, ma'am"

Ten years have come and gone. Dewey and Gale got married. They moved back to Woodsboro together. He's the sheriff now, and she gave up reporting, starting to write fiction.

My mom got married to one of the surgeons at the hospital she works at. They still live in Woodsboro, in our old house.

I ended up having my book made into a movie, and then a few more made from some scripts I wrote. They all ended up being pretty successful, and I was doing really well for myself. The movie based on my book even won a few awards.

I still lived in LA, in the same house. I changed the gate code. But I didn't fix the fence, wanting a way for the boys to come back if they ever wanted to.

I eventually agreed to the date Mark asked me on, two years later. We got closer, becoming best friends. He patiently waited on me, and I randomly said yes to the date one night while we were eating takeout and watching a movie.

We dated for three years and then, he proposed. I was freaking out internally when he did, as a part of me still loves the boys, and I know I always will. But every time I tried talking to them, they wouldn't accept it. So, I said yes. We got married two years later and had a honeymoon in Italy.

We've been extremely happy, and although I miss my boys dearly, and I wish I could be with them, I know they were right and it was best for them to cut me out when they did.

Getting married was hard though, as it brought back feelings of Randy, how it was supposed to be him I would marry. I still wear my necklace every day, and Mark doesn't mind. He is happy I do, that I still love him and speak about him often.

This month is the fifteen year anniversary of the Woodsboro Massacre. My publicist has sent me on a book tour, trying to vamp up sales for the 10 year anniversary re-release of my book, which has a few new chapters talking about Roman and everything that happened with him. The last stop is Woodsboro, to my dismay.

Even though Dewey and my mom are there, I avoid going back very often. I just get sad, seeing everything and being reminded of everyone who is gone.

What made things even more crazy and nerve-wracking about going back is, the day before I was set to arrive, Mark was told that Billy and Stu had been released from prison on good behavior.

Their parents both moved out of town after everything happened back in high school, so I don't think they'd go back there. At least that's what I was trying to convince Mark. "I'll have Wallace take care of everything here," he said as I finished up packing my suitcase.

"Mark, everything is going to be fine. They won't go there." He gave me a look and I smiled, walking closer to him and setting my hands on his chest. "I'll be there for a couple of days, just to do the signing and see my mom and Dewey. Then, I'll be right back home."

He sighed, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to him. "I just have a bad feeling about it all."

"Everything will be fine. Besides, you can't leave here, you're in the middle of one of the biggest trials of your career and have to be there."

He frowned, "I don't care about that. I want to make sure you're safe."

"I am." I smiled, leaning in and kissing him gently. "You always make sure of it."

He smiled against my lips, pulling me even closer. "I always will." He reconnected our lips, deepening the kiss.

~~~

Due to travel expenses, my publishing company rented a car for my publicist, Rebecca, and I to take to Woodsboro. She drove us there and once we crossed into the town, I took a shaky breath, since I haven't been back in a few years now.

We pulled up outside the bookstore and the two of us got out. "What do you think?" she asked, motioning to the display in the window.

"It's nice," I said, giving her a smile.

She looked at me proudly, "Thank you. I told the owner I'd murder his cat if he didn't get it right."

I shook my head with a chuckle, following her into the store.

~~~

After the signing was over, I stood from the table, surprised to see Gale standing there. "Hazel," she smiled, stepping closer.

"Gale, I'm glad you came," I said, pulling her into a hug. "It's good to see you."

"You too," she said.

We pulled apart and I was just about to ask where Dewey was when he walked in the door. "Dewey!" I grinned, pulling him into a hug.

When we moved apart, I noticed his solemn look. So did Gale as she stepped forward. "What's going on?"

"I'm sorry, Haze," Dewey sighed. He turned towards the crowded room. "Excuse me! This will only take a minute but I need everyone to stay where you are and remain silent."

A blonde woman stood near the door, keeping people from leaving. "Hey, I am running an event here!" Rebecca exclaimed.

"This is a police event now, ma'am," Dewey told her.

"What's going on?" Gale asked.

"Gale, this is police business. If you could just let us handle this," the blonde woman said, causing Gale to glare at her.

"I am talking to my husband, Deputy Judy," Gale snapped.

Dewey looked between Gale and me and sighed. "Look, there's a phone we believe may have been taken from the scene of a crime. Deputy Hicks has traced its location back to these coordinates."

I felt my chest tighten, my mind running wild and two boys being at the front of it all.

"Sheriff! There's ringing out here," a man called from outside.

Dewey rushed out, followed by Gale, Rebecca, Deputy Hick's and I. "There, it's coming from the trunk."

My eyes widened when I realized they were talking about our rental car. "Dewey," I said.

"Not now, Haze," Dewey waved me off, getting closer to the trunk.

"It's my rental," I said, causing him to look up at me in shock. Rebecca tossed him the keys and he unlocked the trunk. Once it was opened, I gasped, taking a step back as I saw a bloody phone and knife sitting on top of bloody posters from my book event.

"Damn, this is now officially a crime scene. Let's lock it down."

Dewey took a few steps back, letting other officers get started on taking photos. "Please tell me this is a prank, Dewey," I begged, looking up at him in worry.

"I'm afraid not, Haze. Come on."