Hey guys. I'm not going to give you some half asses excuse as to my lack of updates, lets just say I'm an asshole for keeping you guys waiting for so long. Okay? Good. Now here is the final chapter of this arc of the story. :D
After who knows how long, essentially I guessed it was a few hours, I could hear commotion above me.
Had the party begun? Or were the boys still getting ready? Was Tatum anywhere in the house? Did she even still breathe?
I cleared my throat and disregarded those thoughts. I needed a clear head, a level mind, and I couldn't distract myself with emotional turmoil. I needed to get out of the damned basement first, and then I could worry about my friends and family.
The hours of 'meditation' had helped. I'd cleared my head and I had made a plan.
First things was first. I needed to get that bat. With some amount of pain and trouble I got myself standing.
My leg still hurt, but it didn't nearly hurt as bad as I expected it would. Maybe that attempt at wound cleaning had actually helped out the gouge. I gulped thinking about the fact that I might get stabbed again, and maybe in more places than my leg.
I shook my head and straightened myself out, walking the short distance around the couch to where the weapon lay underneath the sheet.
With a small smile of triumph I pulled the bat to my chest and walked across the basement.
Here, I stood at a standstill. What would be my next course of action? What if no one else had arrived; if I were to bang on the door only Stu or Billy would be there to answer.
With a growl of frustration I decided I'd be waiting just a bit longer. I bit the insides of my cheek nervously and walked to hide in the darkness beneath the stair case.
I didn't know what to do to keep myself busy until I was sure there were others in the house, and that the party was in full mood.
So I settled for singing again. My next song was one of my favorites, House of the Rising sun; by The Animals.
"There is a house in new Orleans. The call the rising sun. Its been the ruin of many a poor boy. And god I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gamblin' man. Down in New Orleans, now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and trunk. And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk"
My singing was cut short when I heard the unmistakable sound the doorbell ringing, and then the loud commotion of at least a few people arriving.
I stood listening, and waiting, as for the next few minutes the door bell rang repeatedly.
Now would be a good time to get out.
Slowly I walked up the stairs. My heat beating rapidly, my breathing fast, adrenaline running widely though my body.
Once I came to the top of the stairs I stilled my movements. What if they're weren't enough people? What if I just happened to bang on the door when Billy or Stu walked by? What if no one would hear me?
I cursed underneath my breath, now was not the time to second guess myself.
As soon as a heard a stereo come on and play "Youth of America." I decided it was now or never. Just to check, my hand reached out and touched the soft cool metal of the door knob. I gave it a small twist, and to my greatest surprise, I heard a click and the door swung open.
My eyes widened, and I dropped the bat out of surprise.
"Fuck." I whispered as I watch the wooden weapon bounce down the steps. I gave it one last glance before I stepped through the doorway and shut the door, there was no way I was walking back down those stairs.
No one seemed to notice me, of course it took me a moment to realize, as I rounded the corner into the living room. That everyone was leaving.
"Time to get back before curfew." I heard a voice say as a group of kids walked out of the front door, the door itself being held open by Stu.
"Shit." I whispered, pressing my back into the wall as I craned my head to peer around the corner.
"Tatum, come on!" Sidney called out, she stood by the stair case. Sidney turned to Stu, "Do know where she is?"
"Nah, I haven't seen her." He replied, a small smirk playing on his lips.
My eyes widened and I took a deep, shaky, breath. Was Tatum dead? If she was she was somewhere in this house, it was apparent she'd arrived with Sidney and now it was time for them to go.
I heard a gasp and turned my focus back to Sidney and Stu, anger flared through me as I saw Billy in the threshold.
Sidney, Stu, and Billy had a small conversation before Sidney took Billy's hand and went upstairs. I cursed again, I needed to find a phone and call the police. I also needed to find Tatum and Randy.
My attention was brought back to Stu when Randy walked up to them, they had a brief conversation before Randy walked off. I heard the sound of footsteps and opened up a closet door before slipping into it.
I watched through the crack of the door as Stu walked by, and continued into the kitchen where he continued drinking with the others.
I sat in the closet for quite some time, unable to leave because Stu had gone from the Kitchen to the Living room. He now sat on the couch watching "Halloween" with what was left of the party.
"Breast, I wanna see Jamie Lee's breasts. When do we get to see Jamie Lee's breasts?" Stu spoke, his words slurring only slightly.
"Breasts? Not until trading places in 83. She was always the virgin in horror movies, she didn't show her tits, until she went legits." Randy replied.
Leave it to him to know everything about seeing Jamie Lee's breasts. Oh how I loved my best friend, he was as much a movie geek as I was. And despite my current position, which happened to be in a cramped closet watching all this happen. It was a wondrous sight just to see him, and hear his voice.
After a bit of talking, Randy shot up. They'd brought up the fact that a virgin could always outsmart the killer in the final scene. I gave a sour scowl, I'd had that ability taken away from me.
"Rules? You don't know the rules? There are certain rules that one must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie. For instance, number one. You can never have sex." He spoke, standing in front of the T.V.
That caused a big outburst, people threw popcorn at him and he yelled back that it was a big no no.
A part of me wondered what would happen if I just popped out of the closet. But then I thought about how every one, save for Randy and Stu, probably thought I was the killer. And Stu would most likely remove me from the room and then kill me.
Randy continued on. "Sex equals death. Okay? Number two. You can never drink or do drugs. Its an sin factor, its an extension of number one." He said, at that point everyone cheered and took a drink of their beers.
"Number three." Randy began. "Never ever, under any circumstances say 'I'll be right back'. Cause you wont be back."
Stu suddenly stood up, a large grin spread on his face. I watched in fear as his eyes traveled over the closet door, not stopping on anything in particular. "I'm gonna go get another beer, you want one?" Stu asked walking back wards a few steps.
"Yeah, sure." Was Randy's only reply.
Stu's grin widened as he stated, "I'll be right back." His voice loud and ominous.
That action two produced an uproar and Randy spat back something about seeing him in the kitchen with a knife. He continued on, while I watched as Stu walked down the hall and opened up the basement door.
He was down there for just a few minutes before he came back up, furious and stalked further into the house. I settled for the thought that he was looking for me, and Billy.
A few minutes later and the phone rang; Randy answered it with a loud 'Hello'. It was obvious he was more drunk than before. He stood up slowly, letting out a low. "Holy shit." Before turning around to face the rest of the group on the couch.
"Listen up, they found Principal Himbry Dead. He was gutted and hungfrom the goal post on the football field."
Within a few seconds all of the guys had jumped off the couch and ran outside, getting into their cars. I watched in horror as Randy laid down on the couch, watching the movie and picking up his beer.
I was just about to walk out of the closet, having the perfect timing because Randy was now alone and Stu and Billy were surely off looking for me. But just as I was about to open up the closet door either Billy or Stu, they were dressed in the awful black garb, walked up behind Randy.
I watched, frozen in fear, as they brought the knife up, ready to stab Randy. I pushed open the closet door, I was going to hop on their back and make sure I did whatever I could to keep them from hurting Randy.
Then suddenly both 'ghostface' and I stilled, hearing someone screaming as loudly as they could. Randy was far too drunk to realize what was going on around him. Before I could do anything ghostface turned on his heel and ran after the screaming someone.
As soon as he left the room I busted out of the closet.
"Randy!" I cried hobbling over to the couch.
He was beyond drunk, "Jen? Where have you been? You missed the movie." He said cupping my face and bringing my closer to him we hugged softly.
He didn't notice that my leg was injured or that I looked awful, he was so fucking drunk!
He pulled away slightly, and then crashed his lips on mine.
I was so shocked, and I didn't know what to do. All that I knew was that one of the masked murderers was unaccounted for, and Sidney had stopped screaming. I pushed Randy away, although something deep inside me wanted to keep kissing him.
"Randy, go hide in that closet." I said as I got up and made my way towards the kitchen.
I hid behind a wall, watching the front door for any signs of movement. The T.V. was still playing Halloween, and the sounds of Jamie Lee's screams were fucking with my psyche.
My heart dropped as I saw Dewey. "Niel? Mr. Prescott?" He called out; apparently it was obvious he was looking for the suspects. And then a lump formed in my throat when I heard him call out. "Jenifer?"
I turned around and walked out from behind the wall. "Dewey?" I called out.
"JEN!" He exclaimed running to me and embracing me. He pulled away to assess me. "Where have you been? Your hurt, what happened to your leg?"
I gush of tears ran down my face and I shook slightly. "I've been here the whole time, Dewey it's Stu and Billy, they're the…." My eyes widened as I saw one of the two walk up behind Dewey, "Dewey!" I screamed as the knife stuck into Dewey's back. Instantly Dewey stumbled, and I made a run (or rather a hobble) for it.
I picked up a lamp and threw it at Ghostface. Once he was knocked out, I made my way into the garage, and I hid.
I had to muffle my scream when I looked up and saw Tatum dangling, bloody and most obviously dead, from the garage door.
"Oh my god…." I whispered, quietly. I'd lost Tatum, and now probably Dewey. Stu and Billy were going to pay.
After some time I heard screaming, I recognized Randy and Stu's frantic voices calling for Sidney. With some effort I got up and made my way into the house, walking straight for the front door where I saw Sidney slam it closed and turn around.
"Sidney." I whispered stepping closer to her. She whirled around and pointed a gun at me.
"Jennifer, don't fucking move." She spat.
"Sidney, it's Stu and Billy. They've gone crazy." I whispered limping closer to her. "Please, you gotta help me, give me the gun."
And then she gasped, as a body rolled down the stairs bloody and moaning. "Billy!" She whispered pulling him up for support.
Billy looked at me and didn't say a word, instead he hopped over to the door. After a few second of convincing, Sidney handed him the gun.
"Sidney, no!" I yelled limping forward.
Billy opened up the door and Randy ran in, running to me and hugging me. Apparently he'd sobered up.
"Stu's flipped out! He's gone mad." Randy said, holding me close to him.
"Its not just Stu" I urged trying to pull Randy away from Billy who now had the gun. "It's the both of them!"
"We all go a little mad, sometimes." Billy whispered raising the gun and shooting Randy.
He flew backwards, sending me to the ground. I screamed in pain, from my leg, and horror. "Randy!" I cried crawling over to him.
He groaned as Sidney ran to his other side.
"Anthony Perkins psycho." Billy said, nonchalantly.
I turned my head to him and shot him a dirty look. "You fucking bastard! How could you?" I screamed, hoping Randy was okay.
Billy paid no mind to what I said as he stuck a finger in his mouth. "Mmm, corn syrup. Same thing they used for Pigs blood in Carrie." He said smirking at me, and then at Sidney who was now standing. She turned to me and helped me up.
And then paying no mind to me, she turned to run. Running right into Stu.
"Surprise, Sidney." He said using a weird voice changer.
Sidney then moved past Stu and made a run for it, Billy running around the hall and meeting her in the other side of the Kitchen. Stu, at this time, had walked over to me and drug me into the Kitchen; his arms locked around my waist, holding me still.
Billy advanced on Sidney and began fucking with her. I watched in terror, unable to move, when she screamed out "Fuck you."
Stu chuckled and Billy smirked, "No you see we," He pointed his knife at me and then himself, "Already played that game, and you lost." He continued pointing the knife at himself and then Sidney.
It took her a moment to get what he meant, and then she looked at me; her expression was a mixture between horror and distaste. Whether she thought that it was consensual on my part, I didn't know.
She cried out when he talked about Cotton Weary. And when Sidney asked 'Why', Billy snapped.
He went on a rant about famous movie killers and whether or not they had motives. Stu smirked as he held me close, his hand roaming my body. "I like that we're this close right before you die." He whispered in my ear. "I had a great time killing your cousins."
"No." I whispered, thrashing against him. It took only a minute before my leg had a pang of sharp pain and I cried out, stilling my movements.
Stu grabbed the gun off the counter and aimed it at Sidney, and then Billy began talking about Sidney's mother.
I couldn't pay attention, all I heard was something about Sharon Stone. And then Billy say something about Sidney's mom being the reason why his own mother left.
"Abandonment can really fuck you up. It can cause serious deviant behavior. It made you fuck a total psychopath." Billy spat, turning Sidney around so that she was in the same position I was in. She had a knife against her throat, and I a gun against my head.
"That right, you gave it up. Now your no longer a virgin, neither of you are. Now you gotta die." Stu said, happily. He looked down at me, "Now you both gotta die. Those are the rules."
Billy smirked at me, "Right, Jennifer? Those are the rules, you have sex. You die."
"No." I whimpered trying to keep myself from crying.
Stu threw me to Billy as he put the gun down. I cried out as I hit my thigh wrong on the cupboard and fell down, my leg burning with sharp pain. When I fell down I landed on my bum wrist, I heard a sickening crack. I cradled my, now most definitely broken, wrist as Stu said something about being right back.
Billy smirked down at me, "You get it yet Sidney? Its after midnight, which means one year ago today that we killed your mother. Did you figure out what we needed Jennifer for?" He asked slipping his white voice changer into my pants leg.
Stu then came back with Sidney's father, his mouth bound in duck tape and he too was tied up.
"You see its perfect, your dad snapped a few nights ago. And took advantage of Jennifer, it being the seven year anniversary of her own sisters untimely death. She too snapped, and together the began killing people. Make sense?" Stu said chuckling lightly.
I winced at the look that both Neil and Sidney shot me.
Stu threw Mr. Prescott onto the ground and yanked me up. The pair proceeded to tell us what was going to happen. Mr. Prescott was apparently, in their plan, going to stab Sidney and shoot himself. Then they had me to deal with.
"You see Jennifer is harder to deal with." Billy said smirking at me. "But after some long drawn out fight, we wound her by stabbing her thigh and then we shoot her in self defense."
Billy and Stu switched off hostages, Sidney was handed to Stu and I was thrown to Billy.
Without a second to contemplate what he was going to do, Billy brought the knife down on my thigh again; with some perfect aim he split the wound open.
I screamed out in pain, trying to clutch at my new stab wound. "Fuck!" I cried, the tears of pain were not held back.
"Sidney, I feel like I should come clean here." Billy said darkly, holding the knife to my throat. "I've had a thing for Jennifer since we started dating." He stated as Stu chuckled, "She was also better in bed than you were."
"You bastard!" Sidney cried out, thrashing against Stu.
Stu then threw Sidney in the corner of the kitchen and Billy tossed me her way too. Sidney caught me, and helped me to my feet. "I'm sorry Sid." I whispered, clutching at her for support. My leg was killing me, and I was sure that my long distance running career was shot.
"Shhh." She whispered her eyes on Stu and Billy.
I watched in horror as Billy stabbed Stu in the side, a small gasp escaped my lips. Once his side was successfully stabbed and doused in blood they switched off, and Stu stabbed Billy. Billy got angry and demanded the knife back.
"They're fucking crazy." I whispered, worried, unable to stand the sight of them arguing.
I started to panic when I felt the fatigue and blood loss get to me. I was starting to get faint and tired, and I was worried that I'd pass out.
"Shut up!" Billy shouted at me, as Stu handed him the knife.
"You see, girls, every body dies. Everybody dies but us. We gotta stay alive for the sequel! Because lets face it, these days you've gotta have a sequel!" Stu shouted, excitedly.
I watched as Billy pushed the knife into Stu's side again, and again and again. Screaming at Sidney that movies didn't create psycho's, movies made psycho's more creative.
My head was spinning at this point, and I was sure that I was going to pass out, and therefore die. If I couldn't fight back, I'd be an easy kill.
"Get the gun, and I'll untie pops." Billy commanded towards Stu. His knife then turned on Sidney and I.
"Huston, uh.. we have a problem." Stu said, knocking on the counter top. "I put the gun right here, and now its gone."
"Where the fuck is it?' Billy hissed walking over to his partner.
"Right here, asshole." A soft click and all our attentions were on Gale Weathers, who happened to be holding the gun.
"I thought you said she was dead." Billy spat angrily.
"She looked dead, still does." Stu replied, his voice hoarse and loud from the pain and adrenaline.
"I've got an ending for you, the reporter left for dead in the news van. Comes too. Stumbles upon you two dipshits, finds the gun. Foils your plan, and saves the day." She stated with confidence.
My heart jumped with hope. Just shoot the fuckers! I screamed in my head, hoping she wouldn't drag out the ending too much. The finale of any action movie was always cut short by someone dragging out the final blow. Why couldn't she just fucking shoot them already?
"I like that ending." Sidney and I replied almost at the same time.
"Yeah? Well I know something you don't." Billy retorted, advancing on her.
Gale's hand shook as she pressed the trigger. The gun was on safety, apparently, because no bullets came out. With a quick grab of the gun, Billy kicked Gale outside. Her back hit the post of the porch and she fell down unconscious.
Sidney and I wasted no time, with both Billy and Stu's attention not on us, in getting out of there. She helped her dad up and we all hid.
I grabbed the cell phone from Sidney (Who had just gotten off with the police, after telling them everything) and voice changer out of Mr. Prescott's pocket and called Stu's home phone number.
It rang once, before Billy answer with a small "hello?"
"Are you alone in the house?" I spat.
"You bitch! Where are you? I'm going to find you and gut you, you bitch!" He yelled into the phone.
I let a small triumphant smirk play on my lips. "Not yet, you fuck." I whispered, "We're gonna play a little game. It's called guess who just called the police."
I handed the phone to Sidney and snuck out of the closet we were hiding in. I heard Billy screaming and yelling in the other room and I slowly snuck into the kitchen. Stu was still talking on the phone. I walked up to him, grabbing a large heavy pan off the counter and gave him my fakest apologetic expression I could muster.
"Stu… Stu… Stu.." I whispered "You wont be alive long enough to know how mad your parents will be." I spat swinging my arm back and hitting him with the bottom of the pan.
His head rocked to the side, slamming against the counter, before he slumped down to the ground in a mangled heap. A part of me wanted to leave him for dead, but I knew as a horror film geek that they always come back. I bent down, brought the pan above my head, and swung it down. I could hear the crack of his skull, and I was sure he was dead.
I walked around the corner just as Sidney came out of the closet, charging Billy and stabbing him with the end of an umbrella.
I hobbled over to her and picked up the gun, tossing it aside. "You think he's dead?" She whispered softly.
I kicked his head with my good leg, it rolled back and forth; he didn't move. "Oh yes." I replied bending down, we were both caught up in the sight of Dead Billy that when Randy came up to us, we both jumped.
"Oh fuck, Randy." I whispered throwing my arms around him.
"I thought you were dead." Sidney stated hugging him too.
"I probably should be. I don't think I've ever been so happy to be a virgin." He replied lightly.
All of the sudden Sidney was knocked back, and a fist hit Randy's face. Billy climbed on top of me and began chocking me. "You bitch." He spat as I punched him in the face. He raised his knife, and I knew that this was it. I was going to die.
A shot rang out and Billy fell back, writing a bit before his motions stilled. He was dead.
Sidney came over and helped me up. We looked up at Gale, who was holding the gun. She dropped it as Sidney helped Randy up. We heard a crash, and the four of us let out screams as Mr. Prescott crashed through the doorway.
"Dad." Sidney whispered rushing over to him and untying him.
A rush of relief ran through me as the five of us walked outside, I sat down next to Dewey.
"Dewey, please… wake up." I whispered pushing on his shoulder. He let out a low groan and I smiled. "Oh thank god."
"Hey…" Randy said as he sat down next to me. "Wanna tell me where you've been?"
"Oh Randy!" I gushed leaning on him. "Can we talk about that later?" I whispered holding on to him. My leg hurt like a bitch, as did my head, and I really just wanted to get some sleep.
He didn't reply anything, but he wrapped an arm around me. By the time the police arrived, I'd already fallen asleep.
Alright, well that's the end of the movie. :P but there is still way more to come. I think that the length of this chapter makes up for the delayed update. I should have another chapter out within the next two weeks. :D Once again, please review.