'We'll never get free
Lamb to the slaughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?
The price of your greed is your son and your daughter
What you gon' do when there's blood in the water?'
- Blood // Water, grandson
| SCREAM 1996 |
| COMPL...
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SIDNEY RESTED HER HEAD ON THE FRONT DOOR.
Hot tears rushing down her face. Mixing with the blood she was covered in. She wasn't even sure if it was her own or Billy's.
She could hear both Stu and Randy still yelling out for her to open the door and part of her wanted to reach down and open it. Hoping that her friends were who they said they were. But she couldn't let herself do something that stupid.
Not when her life was on the line.
Not when one of them could be the killer.
Just as the voices outside began to quieten down slightly, Sidney heard a loud bang upstairs.
She jumped and turned around. Shakily pointing the gun up towards the to of the staircase, before her eyes widened and she lowered it. It was Billy.
He was struggling to keep himself upright. Blood covering his shirt where he had been stabbed. But he was still alive and that made Sidney let out a loud cry of relief.
"Sid..." He mumbled. Grabbing hold of the bannister with his blood covered hands.
"Billy," Sidney mumbled out in disbelief.
She let out a gasp when he suddenly lost his footing and fell down the entire staircase. Not wasting anymore time and now feeling safer than before, Sidney rushed over to her boyfriend. Hundreds of different emotions running through her. From fear, to guilt, to relief, to sadness to happiness. It was truly a cocktail of emotions and it made her unable to think clearly.
"I- I thought you were dead," She cried.
"I-I'm okay," He assured her, his face contorting in pain as she helped him up to his feet, careful not to touch his chest wounds.
The wounds that if she hadn't been so drunk on her emotions, she might have spotted were strange. Wounds that weren't bleeding. Wounds that although his shirt was ripped in those places, weren't visible. Wounds with blood that let out a sweet smelling scent into the air.
"W-Where's Kit?" Billy asked breathlessly.
Sidney felt sick.
She looked away from her boyfriend. Too stricken in grief to look him in the eyes.
Billy noticed, "Sid?" He asked, his voice sounding more panicked than in pain now.
"I'm so, so, so sorry, Billy," Sidney cried out. Fresh tears escaping her eyes as the images of Kitty flashed through her mind.
