A Little Mad

Chapter 9

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Sidney Pov:

I ran as fast as I could towards the news van. I wanted to check up on (Y/N) when I found Billy's corpse lying in his own puddle of blood. I saw the shadow of what I thought was the killer banging on a door. I couldn't even think so fast had I already run outside, the lights in the news van pulling me.

"Help! Help! Let me in! The killer is in the house," I banged on the door, as a man mid-age let me in.

"Wait! There's a camera in the house. Look!"

A frightened look went across his face, as he saw Ghostface standing behind Randy, lifting up his curved knife. "Oh my god! No, oh shit! Behind you kid!" I followed his gaze and my eyes widened in terror. "RANDY! Behind you. Look around!"

The man slid open the door to the news van and I looked outside to see the front door wide open.

"Shit! We are on a 30-second delay. Oh my god."

I watched as the killer ran up to us and slit the man's throat. He turned around and looked at me, blood rushed out of his throat. I screamed in horror and slammed the door shut almost completely however I yelled in pain as the murderer managed to stab me in the shoulder. I cried out in pain as blood rushed out of my wound. I started to climb through the van and crawled out through a small hole in the back.

"Dewey! Help! Dewey!" I yelled out as my gaze faltered to the front door of Stu Macher's house. Dewey stumbled out, he let out a few groans of pain. I watched as he fell to the ground, a knife in his back. I gasped at the sight and quickly ran over to his side.

Randy ran up to me, followed by Stu. They both yelled at me and I quickly grabbed the gun from supposedly dead Dewey and pointed it at the both of them. "Stop, right there!"

"Don't shoot, It's me. I found Tatum she's dead. I think Stu did it!" Randy pleaded as I held up the gun pointing it at both of them. My hands were shaking, and I was in pain, but I couldn't trust them. Not right now.

"Don't listen to him, Sidney! He killed Billy. He killed Tatum. You did it. You killed my Tatum. Sidney, please give me the gun. Give me that gun. Christ man," Stu let out a few tears as Randy denied his accusations. "Stu did it! He's a liar! He did it, Sid. He did it. He did it, Sidney. Please, I didn't do it, He did it, Sidney. Please, Sidney. No." Randy screamed as I ran inside.

"FUCK YOU BOTH!" I yelled as I slammed the door shut. I heard Randy begging for me to open the door. I ignored him and grasped my shoulder in pain. I winced when I suddenly heard someone groan. I turned around and saw Billy fall down the stairs. He was alive!

"Billy? Oh, Billy, are you okay? I thought you were dead," I gasped and quickly rushed over to his side, offering him my shoulder to hold onto for support.

"I'm like a stuck pig but, I am alright. I'm okay. We got to get help," he groaned as he made his way over to the door. I held him back by his shirt, gripping it as tightly as I could. "No. Billy, don't. He's out there."