Tainted Love (Scream 1996) BillyxOC

Chapter Twelve: "We can't trust them"

After a little while, the phone started to ring. I looked around, tiredly, looking for Stu only to see he was still gone. I nudged Randy, who grumbled, walking on his knees over to the phone beside the television. "Hello? Yeah? Holy shit!" he exclaimed, hanging up as he turned around to look at us all. "Listen up! They found Principal Himbry dead. He was gutted and hung from the goalpost on the football field."

Principal Himbry is dead? Why would the killer go after him? Oh well, at least that's one less perv in the world.

Everyone was quiet for a moment before some guy, I think one of the football players, exclaimed, "What are we waiting for? Let's go before they pry him down!"

They started heading out of the house, cheering along the way. "You coming Macher?" Troy asked me.

"Nah," I shook my head, and he shrugged, rushing out to catch up to his friends, the cheerleaders following behind him.

"Come on! Where are you guys going? It just got to the good part!" Randy exclaimed.

I patted his shoulder, giving him a shrug. He chuckled, going back to watching the movie with me. "Turn it up," I told him as I got comfortable. He did as I asked, leaning against me as he also worked on getting comfortable.

As the movie went on, I thought I heard something from upstairs and a loud thud, but ignored it, hoping it wasn't Stu cheating on Tatum.

Randy and I were at the point that we were yelling at the movie, although we'd both seen it a thousand times. "No, Jamie, watch out!" Randy exclaimed.

"Watch out Jamie, you know he's around. You know. Look, there he is, I told you. He's right around the corner," I said, pointing at the TV.

"J-Jamie, look behind you, Jamie, look behind you! Look behind you! Turn around! Behind you! Behind you, Jamie, Jamie, turn around," Randy slurred.

I squinted at the TV, feeling like I could see the killer's reflection behind us, but shook my head, giggling. "Shit Ran, I think I need to sober up." He waved me off, going to take another drink of his beer. "You do too," I said, snatching it away from him.

I jumped when I definitely heard a scream from outside. Randy did too, as we both looked at each other with wide eyes. "Was that real?" I asked.

"I think so," he mumbled.

"Fuck," I muttered, both of us getting up. We looked around to see the front door was wide open. "Uhhh, should we go out there?"

"I don't want to," he said, holding onto my arm.

"Me either, but that sounded like Sidney."

We started heading out of the house, looking around nervously, feeling more and more sober the farther outside we went. We saw Dewey's patrol car sitting empty and Gale's news van beside it. We walked closer, not seeing anyone, but we both gasped, seeing a pool of blood outside of it. We then heard someone coming closer, and he grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bushes.

We watched as Dewey approached the house and Gale got into her van, calling out for her cameraman. "Come on, maybe she can give us a ride out of here," Randy said, pulling me with him to the side of the van. "What's going on?" he asked once we reached her window.

She looked over and screamed, hitting Randy in the face with the phone, knocking him into me, and we both fell to the ground, both still off balance from the alcohol.

She started to drive away, and we both screamed as her cameraman slid down the windshield and then she drove off, his body falling off the van and only a few feet away from us. "I think I'm gonna be sick," Randy muttered before throwing up beside me.