𝕊𝕎𝔼𝔼𝕋ℍ𝔼𝔸ℝ𝕋 | B.L & S.M

15 | B.L & S.M

PROMPT: You and the boys are Ghostface.

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The night was alive with a dangerous silence that stretched over Woodsboro like a taut wire, ready to snap. The air was thick with a pulse, an unspoken thrill that made the world feel fragile.

The three of them moved as one, slipping through shadows, becoming them. Their bodies were masked, clad in darkness, their movements precise and swift, predatory.

A feral grin spread across Stu's face under his mask, his wild eyes glinting as he glanced at [Y/N], who clutched the knife in her pocket, her pulse matching the pace of their footsteps.

Her blood thrummed with exhilaration, a heady mix of terror and excitement as she met his gaze, feeling the dangerous spark between them.

Beside her, Billy's eyes were fierce and cutting, a razor's edge in the moonlight. He was honed in on the night's purpose, his shoulders tense, every muscle in his body coiled, ready to spring.

This was their night, a final performance they'd mapped down to every detail.

It was supposed to be flawless.

But the piercing wail of sirens shattered the stillness, slicing through the night like a knife through flesh.

"What the—" Billy's face contorted, his body rigid as he whipped around. His jaw clenched so tightly that his cheekbones sharpened like knives, his fists clenching at his sides.

"We're being ambushed." His voice was a growl, raw and furious, and he slammed a fist against the alley wall, the sound echoing through the narrow corridor.

Stu laughed, though his tone wavered, his usual swagger tinged with nervous energy. "Ah, c'mon! A little game of hide-and-seek, babe?" He shot [Y/N] a grin, but his eyes flicked toward the flashing lights in the distance, uncertainty glinting within them.

The danger of it, the thrill, sparked a grin on her lips. "We're not done until I say so," she shot back, her eyes alight with a dare, the thrill of rebellion sizzling in her veins.

Billy's stare hardened, though there was a flicker of something akin to pride in his gaze, like her defiance fed his own.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, voice laced with reluctant admiration. But the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Alright, let's move."

They bolted through the alley, their footsteps hitting the ground in unison, echoing against the desolate walls as they weaved through hidden paths, darting into shadows that swallowed them whole.

The blue and red lights flickered menacingly behind them, the sirens bearing down, but Billy pushed forward, leading the way with a steely determination, practically yanking [Y/N] along with him, his grip on her hand like iron.

"We need to get off the main road," he hissed, his voice barely a whisper as he glanced over his shoulder. "Split up. It's the only way to lose them."

Stu balked, eyes widening. "Split up? Are you crazy, man? That's suicide."

Billy's gaze flicked to [Y/N], his stare intense, almost desperate. "Go with Stu. I'll meet you at the old mill. Just don't let them see you."