Disclaimer: - I do not own this movie. Kevin and Wes do. Yes. They do.
Author's Note: - This has been edited due to some helpful constructive criticism. If you have any more suggestions to prevent this being "horrible" then please, feel free.
Reviewer replies: -
thriftysara - Thank you for your review. I re-read (I'd read it before when it was a mere 4 chapters) your story (amazing!) and realized (duh!) that mine is basically the same, and I might as well copy yours completely and have done with it. So I changed it... At least I think I did...???? I'd be so grateful if you re-read it and told me what you think of it! (and if to make it less similar to yours?)
MagdalenaIrisRoth – Thank you also for your review! I was a little upset by Sara's review, to find out how I'd copied her, and how I'd broken rules and stuff... Your review made me feel better. I also read your story after reading Sara's, and may I congratulate you! I'd be happy if you re-read my story and maybe gave me some constructive criticism?!
Finland – Thank you very much for your fully positive review!
Children of the candy corn –Yeah I made some mistakes with the dialogue, whoops. And you are right, why would Randy kill Sidney?! And yes...again...Randy and Tatum...I don't know, maybe I'd had too much sugar that night. You talk about my story being a lot like yours though:
"GASP! You made Randy a repetitive jackass (like he is in my story)."
and:
"I thought I had written this crap."
and:
"It reminds me of the crap I'd write."
and then this:
"this was horrible. I can't believe you wrote this... I can't believe I READ this"
I'm confused... Am I crap? Or are you crap? Liking the Cruel Intentions quip there though... Thanks for reviewing.
scream-queen218 – Thank you for this (and all your others!) I will update my other story soon!
Chapter Two Bends The Rules
"We all go a little mad sometimes..." Billy whispered, as he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet into Randy's chest.
Randy flew down the hallway, taking a table with him.
"Anthony Perkins, Psycho." laughed Billy, scratching his head with the gun. He turned to Sidney, who was staring at him in fear and disbelief, "Corn syrup...same stuff they used for pigs' blood in Carrie."
Sidney ran to the kitchen, and bumped into-
"Stu...please help, it's Billy, he's the killer..."
He spoke into a voice changer, and the killer's voice rasped-"Surprissssse Sidney!"
Billy faked a shocked look.
They chased Sidney into the kitchen. Stu tossed Billy the voice changer.
"What's the matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost." rasped Billy.
"Why are you doing this?" Sidney wept.
"It's all part of the game Sidney!" cackled Stu.
"It's called GUESS HOW I'M GONNA DIE!" Billy yelled into the voice changer.
"FUCK YOU!" Sidney screamed.
"Oh no no no..." Billy murmured, advancing on Sidney with the knife, "We all ready played that
game, remember? You lost..."
"It's an easy game, Sidney. See, we ask you a question and if you get it wrong...BOOGAA!" Stu shouted, "Ya die!"
"And if you get it right, you die." added Billy.
"You're crazy, both of you." said Sidney, shaking.
"We prefer term psychotic." Stu grinned over Billy's shoulder.
"You'll never get away with this..."
"Tell that to Cotton Weary." whispered Billy, "You wouldn't believe how easy it was to frame him."
"Yeah, just watch a few movies, take a few notes..." said Stu, "It was fun!"
Sidney fell to the floor moaning.
"Hey, where ya going?" asked Stu.
"Why?" said Sidney, determined, "Why did you kill my mother?"
"Why? WHY?" yelled Billy, "You hear that Stu? I think she wants a motive. Hmm...well I don't really believe in motives Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?"
"Nope." said Stu.
"Did they ever decide why Hannibal Lector liked to eat people? DON'T THINK SO!" Billy said, waving the knife at her, "You see, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid."
Stu began to dance in the background.
"We did your mom a favor, Sid. The woman was a slut bag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone something." Billy said cruelly.
"So we put her outta her misery cuz let's face it Sidney, your mother was no Sharon Stone!" Stu told her.
"Is that motive enough for you?" Billy asked, "Well, how about this? Your slut mother was fucking my father...and that's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me." Billy's eyes filled with tears.
Sidney stopped crying and looked at him in shock. Stu stood there with his mouth wide open.
"You took my mother, so I took yours." Billy said simply, "Big sympathy factor. Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath."
"That's right!" proclaimed Stu, "Now you're no longer a virgin! You're not a virgin! Now you gotta die, those are the rules!"
Billy grabbed Sidney from behind and held the knife to her throat, "Pretend this is all just a scary movie, Sid. How do you think it's going to end?"
"OH!" cried out Stu, "OH THIS IS THE BEST PART –"
"Stu...its too late man." said Billy.
"What?"
"I already killed her pops."
"Where where?!" Stu began to jump up and down like a little kid at the fair. The closet door swung open and Mr. Prescott fell out. He was bound together and gagged with duct tape. There were numerous stab wounds to his chest, but he was still alive.
Billy walked across the kitchen to where Mr. Prescott lay on the floor, close to death. Billy grabbed him by his jacket and held him up.
"Say bye bye Daddy!" he shouted. He lifted the knife and slashed the man's throat with sickening enthusiasm. He let go of the body and it hit the hard floor with a revolting thud.
"No..." Sidney whispered, and her attempts to release herself from Stu's grasp died.
"Ready?" Billy said, putting down the gun and turning to Stu.
"YEAH! YEAH BABY! IM READY! GIVE IT UP! YEAH BABY YEAH!"
Sidney looked up to see Billy grab the knife and stab Stu. Dark red blood poured from Stu's stomach.
"Jesus man!" Stu winced, then said forcefully, "My turn."
He looked up at Billy with a psychotic grin.
"Remember, stay to the side and don't go to deep." Billy instructed, grabbing hold of Sid to ease the pain.
Stu mumbled, "I'll remember." and plunged the knife deep into Billy's side.
"FUCK! FUCK! God damnit Stu!"
"I'm sorry Billy. I guess I got a little too zealous, huh?" said Stu.
"Give me the knife." Billy ordered.
"No."
"GIVE ME THE KNIFE!"
Stu handed him the knife. Billy lent on the counter to recover.
"See Sid, everybody dies but us, everybody dies but us!" said Stu excitedly, "We get to carry on and plan the sequel cuz lets face it, baby! These days ya gotta have a sequel!"
Suddenly, Billy started stabbing Stu repeatedly all over.
"You sick fucks...you've seen one too many movies..." said Sid, horrified.
Billy looked up from Stu and brandished the bloody knife at her, "Now Sid, don't you blame the movies...movies don't create psychos –"
A gun shot. Billy fell to the floor in front of Stu, dead, blood spilling steadily from the back of this head. Stu stared up at the doorway and grinned.
"Movies make psychos more creative." said Randy, sauntering into the kitchen. He kicked Billy's body, "Piece of shit."
"You ok man?" Stu asked him.
"He shot me, I shot him." Randy said matter-of-factly, "I think the better psycho won though."
He helped Stu off the floor, as Stu coughed blood down the front of his shirt.
"What to do with this one here?" said Randy, eyeing Sidney.
"She's not a virgin anymore..." mumbled Stu, through the blood, "You know the rules...go figure."
"Well, well, well..." said Randy, "You finally gave it up to Dead Boy?"
Sidney stared at him in disbelief.
Randy walked over to her calmly and put an arm round her, "Don't worry baby! I'm not gonna let anything happen to you!"
Stu began to snicker loudly in the background.
"Hey, shut up man!" screamed Randy.
"Don't worry baby!" squealed Stu, in a mock-Randy voice.
He skipped/hobbled over to Randy and draped himself across him. Sidney looked at them with repulsion.
"So what's your deal Randy?" she said, every word strained, "Why kill people?"
"Was her mom fucking your dad too?" Stu asked Randy suddenly, his eyes wide with horror.
Randy shook his head, "I guess my movie-freaked mind just lost its reality... Why am I going to make the mistake of spilling my motive? Billy was right; it is a lot scarier when there's no motive."
His eyes glinted and bore into Sidney in a way she'd never seen, or never cared to notice, before.
"Randy..." she tried to plead, but her words caught in her throat.
She turned around to the sink and retched. Sidney's legs gave way and she crumpled in a heap on the floor. The blood from her dad had slowly spread across the floor and was getting nearer and nearer to her.
"Don't ignore the rules, man!" shouted Stu suddenly.
"Just this once?" asked Randy, "Come on!"
"I lost Tatum." said Stu darkly, "Do you think I wanted Billy to turn that switch on and have her head squished in like a Barbie doll's?"
Sidney retched again. She noticed the gun on the floor by Randy's foot. With a quick movement, she grabbed up the gun and placed the end to her temple and closed her eyes. Randy ran at her, and as she pulled the trigger, he grabbed the gun and turned it from her. Sidney dropped to the floor.
Then she began to scream. Randy's lifeless body lay on top of her, blood spewing from the gaping hole in his neck, and trickling from his mouth into hers. She screamed again, letting more blood into her mouth.
Stu came towards them and kicked Randy's body off of her. Sidney's screams turned into sobs.
"Jesus, Sid..." He shook his head, like a disappointed parent reprimanding a naughty child, "Remind me never to let you handle my artillery."
Sidney rose slowly to her feet. She aimed the gun she had retrieved off the floor at Stu, "Now it's your turn to scream, asshole."
There was a crash of breaking glass from the lounge. Stu's head turned to the doorway.
"Hello?" he called out weakly.
Gale stood there, holding a gun, also aimed straight at Stu.
"Hi!" Gale replied.
The two faced each other off, and then Stu began to walk towards her slowly, with a huge grin. Gale pulled the trigger, but it didn't move.
"SAFETY, SAFETY! EVERYONE LOVES THE SAFETY!" sang Stu.
He grabbed Gale by the hair and held her in front of him, the knife across her throat.
"Sidney, run!" yelled Gale. Stu pressed the knife deeper against her throat, stopping her from speaking.
"This is Gale Weather's signing off..." he said, "Oh baby, you're gonna love this!"
He moved the knife from her throat and in one quick motion, stabbed her in the chest... once, twice...over and over. Sidney shot the gun, and the bullet hit Gale. She cried out in frustration and pain. Stu flung Gale's body from him and darted from the house. He jumped over Dewey's body and cried out in joy.
He dived into Dewey's car, and took the keys from his pocket. He started up the engine and put his foot down, Sidney's screams chasing him along the deserted road.