Screaming ↣ Billy Loomis/Scream

0.8 >> your killer queen

[Oh my god. 1.6k reads. I literally didn't even expect this to get 100. Thank you so much for believing in my obsession with a fictional killer. This is a filler to get something out there, the next chapter will be longer.]

Erin's POV

Okay, so it was a stupid idea, but most of them are mine, and this one was on Stu.

"A party?" I raised my eyes at Billy. "This is how you're gonna kill her off? A party?"

Dana had left. And I was here. Trying to talk my brother out of murdering my Sidney and any others who stepped in the way. It's not like I could tell anyone though, because I agreed to this all last year. I was blind. And now I'm being blackmailed into watching my friends die. "We've already went over the plan dozens of times, what about it don't you understand?" He started getting pissy at me. I stood my ground. This wasn't my brother. This was something else entirely. "We only kill Dana if she gets in the way. But since you won't comply, I have a job for you." 

The plan was if Dana somehow interfered, or didn't leave once the principal died, we kill her. But if we manage to pull this off, he's the knight in shining armor and we all live happily ever after. The only loose end was Nicolle. We've been planning this for a year, but we hadn't exactly been planning Dana showing up for a year. "But we've gotta know something first," Billy continued. "How much you can take."

I look at him, confused as he smiles at me. "One more day." He says. 

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"I'm so glad you invited me out." Nicolle says. "Ugh. I missed you, you know that? With all the shit going on... Before the party or whatever, I'm just glad it's us."

I smile at her, as we order some popcorn. Hers with two pumps of butter, and mine plain. We were seeing some movie I hadn't bothered looking at. Once we got into the theater I sat through it. I didn't want to enjoy it. Because I knew they were my final minutes with her.

Once we got out of the theater, I told her I'd be in the bathroom. She smiled with an 'okay,' as I smiled back and walked into a stall. I breathed. Hard. "Okayokayokay," I say to myself. "I can do this. I can do this. It'll be over soon. Her, not Dana. Her, not Dana." I slide the ghostface mask and the black robe on, shoving my converse into my backpack, and putting my backpack on top of the toilet. I waited. And waited. And finally, Nicolle came in and called out my name.

"Erin? You dead?" she laughed. I quickly bust open the stall door, as Nicolle stands there, frozen. I don't want to torture her. I wanna make it as quick as possible. Please don't fight, I love you Nic. I think to myself. I charge her, tackling her to the ground. Billy said she would be an easy target but she was thrashing around and trying to grab my knife. I knew Dana. And I knew she wouldn't stop fighting. And this wasn't fun. 

I drove the knife through her chest, ending it, ripping off the mask as I saw the life drain from my best friends eyes. I run a hand through her hair. "I'm sorry Nicolle." 

The air hitting my face felt suffocating. I dumped the costume in the trash, flattened my hair, and left the bathroom quickly, avoiding the body. Almost everyone else had left. I had the knife in my bag and I'd get rid of it later. We created an alibi.

I only agreed because when mom left, I was angry. At everything and everyone. And I wanted it all to end. For everyone else around me. But I was moving on, and I had Dana, and everything seemed okay.

Guess that was temporary too. Because my brother was holding something over my head airtight.