We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes

by garggirl

Disclaimer:

All the characters appearing in this fic are copyright Atlantis/Dimension film studios.

No infringement of these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized

by the copyright holder.

All original characters are the property of garggirl.

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Author's Note: Set shortly before the events of the first movie.

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The night air held a crisp chill in the sleepy, laid back little town of Woodsboro. Nothing much ever happened here, not even so much as a break-in. That's why the town had sudden flown into chaos at the only murder the town had seen in nearly thirty years. Maureen Prescott, wife and mother, had been raped in killed in her own home nearly a year earlier and it was only now that things had begun to settle down again.

On this night, in a lonely farmhouse just outside of town, Stu Mocker sat patiently in his livingroom, watching t.v. With his parents away for the evening, Stu had invited a friend over, and he was due to arrive any minute.

Stu had just reached into a bowl of chips and popped one in his mouth when the doorbell chimed.

Smiling widely, he dashed to the door and flung it open. "You rang," he said in his best Lurch imitation.

"Cut the crap!" the boy on the stoop snarled, brushing past him. He threw his jacket over the back of the couch.

Stu eyed his friend carefully. "Hey Billy...what's wrong?"

"Sydney," Billy replied, flopping down on the couch. "One moment she runs hot, then the next she freezes up. How's a guy supposed to get a little action when his girlfriend is the Ice Princess?"

Stu chuckled. "Hey man, I feel for ya, but you knew how prissy she was before you first hooked up." Stu joined Billy on the couch.

"Who woulda thought that her mother would be the only one who couldn't keep her legs closed!"

Stu stooped down and pulled a box filled with VHS cassettes out from under the coffee table. "So, are we gonna do this or not?"

Billy sat forward and started digging through the box. "Oh yeah, I am so ready for this! Syd's gonna pay for stringing me along...and for what her mother did. You know who you wanna hit?"

"Hell yeah," Stu replied. "That bitch Casey's gonna get what's coming to her for dumping me for that limp-dick Orth."

Billy chuckled. "Yeah, she really did a number on your ego."

"Shut up, man...I really liked her."

Billy got up to pop a tape into the VCR. "That all?"

"No," Stu replied, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. "Tatum's been getting on my nerves again. I mean, why can she just shut the fuck up? So, you wanna off anyone other than Syd?"

"Just Himbry...Guy's an ass."

"So what movie's first?"

Billy smiled broadly. Not a warm, comforting smile, but a psychotic clown kind of smile. "A horror to end all horrors...Psycho!"

"Nice!" Stu elated.

And so the pair sat, watching slasher movie after slasher movie -- Friday the 13th; Prom Night; Halloween -- oh, so many thillers that would make even the most jaded person sick to their stomach. Yet, somehow, Billy Loomis and Stu Mocker sat and watched, occasionally tearing their gazes away to make notes on a pad of paper.

The people of Woodsboro would shake with fear, this they vowed, and Sydney Prescott would pay for the crimes of her mother.

THE END