A/N: I'm genuinely very sorry about the last chapter. It was lame. This one is better. This is the second to last chapter before any epilogue pops up. Also, I'm angry at myself because I find Roman attractive. I find Mickey, Stu and Billy attractive, especially with knifes in their hands and blood on their skin. This is the only series where I'm genuinely attracted to the killers for being killers. I mean, Matthew Lillard is a babe and so is Timothy Olyphant but DUDE.
Warning; Graphic depictions of violence, sexual assault mention, swearing, neglect mention, just bad shit all around. It's the end of the third Scream movie, so much shit went down.
Extra: I changed the title and the description because it was stupid sounding. Also, I don't know if I'll actually tackle Scream 4. I haven't seen it yet and I don't know where I could find it, but at the same time, if I don't, I'll regret it.
The twins were sat once more in Kincaid and Wallace's shared office when Sidney noticed something beneath a stack of files. Two somethings, actually.
"What is it?" Devin questioned, seeing her sister pull two files from beneath the pile. Sidney didn't say anything, she only handed her a blue folder and then opened the one she held in her hands. Devin furrowed her eyebrows as she stared down at the folder. She sighed and opened it, getting more confused as she saw herself inside of it. "What the hell is this, Sid?"
"Files on us." Sidney muttered, looking down. "He highlighted all this stuff about us, Devin."
Devin nodded, her fingers smoothing down over the clipped newspaper articles, the pictures of her, the stories of her. "I can see that." She shrugged slightly, dismissing it easily. "He's a detective, maybe he needed these to see what he'd be dealing with." Devin looked at her sister, watching her look through the things.
"If he wanted to know he should have went and gotten Billy's file, Stu's file," Sidney paused as she glanced up to see Devin turn away, looking everywhere else but at her. "Or Mrs. Loomis' files... Mickey's files probably wouldn't be hard to find."
"Sidney..." Devin said, she had continued to look through her file. "He has baby pictures of us, Sid."
Just then, Sidney's phone rang and she turned away to pull it from her bag.
"Hello?" She asked, answering the phone as she then continued to look through everything.
"Hello?" The voice said back, Devin could hear it. It sounded like her, Sidney, that is. Devin pursed her lips, watching her sister stop what she was doing.
"Who is this?" Sidney questioned, expecting an answer. The voice repeated what she asked and Devin froze, her fingers brushing against a picture of her and Randy leaving Windsor college, the two being rushed by reporters and cameramen. She frowned at the picture before shaking her head.
"Why does he have all of this..." Devin muttered, looking down. "This is creepy." She breathed, her phone ringing as well. She checked the caller I.D but before she could even think about answering or rejecting it, the phone stopped ringing.
"Um, who's calling?" Sidney asked, pressing a hand to her forehead before dropping it. The voice on the other end repeated that too, and did it the exact same way. She paused for a couple seconds. "Gale, Dewey, whoever... Call me back, I can only hear myself."
Devin was curious now, more than before. She was also concerned.
"I only hear you too, Sidney." The voice said and Devin nearly jumped out of her chair upon hearing the raspy, gravely voice once more.
"Sid, hang up." Devin urged. "We'll go get Wallace." Sidney ignored her sister and looked around the police room.
"Who is this?" Sidney asked, moving back in her seat.
"The question isn't who I am. The question is, who's with me?"
Sidney felt a lump in her throat as she glanced at Devin.
"Sidney, stay away!" and "Sidney! Devin!" came from the other end. Devin recognized the voices. Sidney felt like she was being watched, especially as she got up to go into the main police room but the voice spoke. "Don't do it, if you do one thing to attract attention to yourself, one thing, I'll kill them both. Now, do you have somewhere we can be alone?"
Devin watched Sidney lean against the doorjamb, her head swimming as she glanced to her sister.
"Yes." Sidney whispered, looking around.
"Go there." The voice ordered, the chilling demeanor lacing their voice called Sidney to shiver. "Make sure Devin tags along, after all, she's a big part of this."
Sidney pulled Devin with her to the room behind Kincaid and Wallace's office. She held the phone up to Devin's ear, making sure she could still hear it, too.
"It's hard being friends with you, Sidney, and you two Devin. When you're friends with the Prescott twins, you die." The killer stated, he sounded like he was absolutely toying with them. It was disconcerting, to say the least. "Well, these friends don't have to die, ladies. It's up to you... You don't want them to die like Randy, do you?" There was a slight chuckle to his voice as Sidney handed Devin the phone to look around, hopefully not hearing his next words. "But he didn't really die, did he, Devin?"
Devin didn't say anything as Sidney came back to the phone. "How do we know their voices are -"
"Real?" The killer questioned, slight amusement in his voice. "How do you know you're not hearing things? How do you know I'm not someone in your head? Someone you know?"
Devin wanted to speak but was interrupted as Dewey called out. "Don't come here, Devin! Sidney, please, don't come here!"
"Dewey!" The twins heard her voice as there was a low grunt, one of pain, almost.
"You're dead." Sidney whispered, thinking the worst things, tears in her eyes as Devin listened to the conversation.
"I don't want them, I want you. Both of you." There was a pause. "It's simple. If you both show yourselves, they survive. You run, they die!" There was a stabbing sound and a scream following this, Gale's voice frantic on the other end. "Don't you wanna know who killed her? Who killed your mother?"
"Billy Loomis and Stu Macher did, you fucker!" Devin snapped, her lips curling upwards into a sneer.
"Wrong!" They snapped back.
"Where?" Sidney asked, moving her hand to gently rest on Devin's arm, shaking her head slightly, telling her to silently back off.
"She'd have been so happy, girls, to know we'd be together."
"Where!?" Sidney and Devin screamed in unison, the latter of the two angrier as she balled her hands into fists.
"I'll call you when you're on your way." Then the line went dead and the twins looked at each other.
"Shit, shit!" Sidney cried out, breathing heavily.
"Sid, calm down, okay -" She paused, watching Sidney sit down at the desk behind them and start digging through the drawers. "What're you...?" She trailed off, her sister holding up a small gun. Devin swallowed as her sister's eyes met her own. The blue haired woman nodded curtly, watching her stand. "Let's roll." Devin said with clenched fists at her sides.
XxX
Devin and Sidney stepped out onto John Milton's property, they were behind the house. The two walked slowly and quietly around the pool, seeing Tyson on the ground. Bloody. Dead. Sidney's phone rang and she tore it from her pocket, answering it quickly. Devin looked around, turning her head in search of the killer.
"What?" Sidney snapped, angry, to say the least.
"You two follow directions well." He paused, his voice somehow becoming more grim. "Now, welcome to the final act. See that metal detector?" Sidney closed her eyes for a split second before they opened and found the detector. She took a deep breath and reached out, gently poking Devin's arms before pointing at the detector. "Use it, both of you." Devin scanned herself first, the only beeping came from her glasses and her earrings. "Now you, Sidney."
Sidney took it from her sister and went over her left leg, avoiding her right before scanning up her chest, Derek's letters setting off the detector. "Everywhere, Sidney, the other leg too." She did as advised and scanned her leg, a static-like beeping came from the small tool and Devin clenched her jaw, her shoulders falling in a sort of annoyed way.
"Show it to me." The voice said, clearly watching the two as Sidney pulled the gun from her shoe. "Throw it in the pool."
Sidney did as told, putting the phone on speaker, finally, as they were in an open space. "Now, come inside."
"No, fuck you." Devin hissed, Sidney saying "No fucking way" in unison with her. "How are we supposed to know they're not dead already?"
"They're right inside, waiting for you... Look for yourself." The two looked at each other before Devin turned the phone off speaker, not wanting to give away exactly where they were standing, even though the killer knew. The two walked closer to the house, sideways, though as they looked through the opening to see Dewey tied up. Devin watched Sidney walk inside and swallowed, a huge lump was resting in her throat. "Now that we're all here, the party can begin."
Sidney began untying Dewey as Devin worked on the ties around Gale. "How you holding up?" She questioned.
"I'm okay, I'd be better if I was out of this fucking nightmare." Gale told Devin, getting a grim laugh.
"You and me both." Devin replied, her fingers quick to try and undo the knots. Sidney was beside her, the same frantic movements were being used on Dewey's ties.
"Where is he?" Sidney asked Dewey as she ripped the duct tape off his mouth.
"I don't know." Dewey replied, frantically looking around. Suddenly, the killer strutted in. "He's right there!" Dewey screamed, earning a scream from Sidney as she stood, Devin falling backwards from her crouched position. The killer pushed Sidney to the ground, hard, at that. Just before he turned his attention to Devin. He began towards her as she basically crab-walked away from him, scrambling backwards. He took out his knife, blood covered and sharp just before Sidney took the small gun from the holster on her ankle.
"Think again." Sidney snapped, standing as she pointed it at him. He stepped back from Sidney, obvious surprise in his movements. "It's your turn to scream, asshole." She then shot him five times, knocking him down. Devin didn't like the way he went down, something was off about it but she shook the feeling and crawled back to Dewey and Gale. She continued working on Dewey's ties, as Sidney worked on Gale's.
"Hurry!" Dewey urged.
"Quiet!" Devin hissed as Gale looked over the twins.
"Uh..." She muttered, looking in the hallway. "Sidney, where is he?"
Devin turned her head at the exact time her sister did, their eyes locking on the empty space of the hallway. Sidney stood and raised her gun as Devin followed, behind her sister as she had flashbacks to Stu's house, when Sidney raised the gun to Randy and Stu. She felt small as she waited for the killer to strike, but no killer came barrelling down the hall. Only Detective Kincaid.
"I heard shots. " He informed, the gun he was holding was much bigger than Sidney's peashooter. "Tyson's dead."
"We know." Devin replied, standing beside her sister now, instead of behind.
He was clearly confused and most likely a bit scared. "What's going on?"
"What are you doing here, Kincaid?"
"Looking for you. Both of you." Kincaid replied, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. Dewey and Gale looked to each, getting the same idea. It was might convenient that Kincaid just happened to show up. Devin stared at him. "Tyson said there was a party here tonight and I thought, 'uh-oh, third act celebration.' I thought I'd check it out."
"Alone? Where's your partner?" Sidney asked, Devin speaking beside her.
"Yeah, where's Wallace?"
He stared at the two, smiling a bit as Devin narrowed her eyes before he holstered his weapon. "Miss Prescott," He paused, gesturing to Devin for the first part, Sidney for the second. "And Miss Prescott, I'm here to help. Put the gun down." He repeated the last sentence just as Devin glanced back at Gale and Dewey, all three sharing the same thought. Sidney lowered her weapon. Devin turned her head back to keep her eyes on Kincaid. She saw a fluid motion of black behind her and pushed Sidney, and Kincaid ran at Devin, attempting to push her before a blade sliced through the back of her shoulder. She fell against Kincaid and the killer used that distraction to stab Kincaid as well, right through the front of his shoulder before he began fighting with the killer.
Devin looked to where Sidney had fallen as she clutched her shoulder. She crawled over to her sister and began shaking her awake. "Wake up, Sid." She urged, holding her shoulder tightly. Sidney was getting the same words from Dewey and Gale, and she came to, pulling her gun from her belt before getting an eye on Kincaid and the killer. Devin was watching them, the two swinging violently and slamming into everything.
"Shoot the fucker!" Gale shouted just as Kincaid pushed the killer off of him, he aimed to grab him but was kicked, turn and shoved into the fireplace mantel. His head smacked into it and then fell. Sidney aimed for the killer, shooting just over his head as he ducked, almost tauntingly rising back up. Her gun clicked as Devin took in a staggered breath from her place on the floor, watching Sidney throw away her gun.
"You want us, motherfucker!? Come and get us!" Sidney screamed, pulling Devin up from the ground as she went to the door. She couldn't unlock it, though, and the killer charged at the two. They swung themselves to avoid him as he crashed through the glass door.
"Run!" Dewey screamed as the twins took off. They found Milton's office and locked it, the two looking around for an exit. Sidney saw something then and had Devin follow her. Sidney tore at the bookshelf she was staring at and found the largest book, tilting it before the bookshelf clicked and came forward. The twins rushed through it, closing it behind themselves as they realized they had found the private screening room. The thing was, someone began towards them under a "bloody" sheet.
A film of their mother was on the projector screen, too. "Have you missed me, girls? Would you like to hold me one last time?" The voice came through, sending chills through Devin. "What's the matter? What are you staring at? Don't you remember your -" There was a pause as the voice became masculine. "Mother?"
Sidney and Devin made a break for it, ramming themselves against the bookshelf-door, even despite Devin's shoulder. They ran around the room, trying all the exits which just appeared to be entrances, considering they wouldn't budge.
"You're not going anywhere, ladies. It's time you came to terms with me and with Mother." He paused. "Maybe you never knew her at all... Maybe you just can't get past the surface of things." The killer tore open his costume, revealing a bulletproof vest and bullets lodged inside of it.
"Who the hell are you?" Sidney asked, staring at the killer.
"The other half of you." He stated, glancing towards Devin. "Or, third part, I guess." He shrugged. "I searched for a mother, too. An actress named Rina Reynolds... Tried to find her my whole life." The movie on the screen changed as he talked. Devin noticed that they were clips, actually. Small videos. "Four years ago, I actually tracked her down... I knocked on her door, thinking she'd welcome me with open arms."
Devin took a deep breath, realizing what he was saying.
"But she had a new life, and a new name: Maureen Prescott. You were the only kids she claimed, Devin, Sidney." He said, nodding to them accordingly. He began to walk around the room, Devin and Sidney following him. Their eyes locked on the Ghostface mask. "She shut me out in the cold forever. Her own son." As he finished this, he took off his mask. Sidney stared at him with disbelief, Devin, on the other hand, was going over the similarities.
"Roman Bridger, director." He held the modulator to his lips. "And brother. She slammed the door in my face, she said I was Rina's child and Rina was dead. Then it struck me, what a good idea... I watched her. I made a home movie, a little family film. It seems Maureen - Mom, she really got around." He was closer to them now. Roman had stepped closer, but the twins hadn't moved. "I mean, Cotton was one thing, everybody knew about that. But Billy's father? That was the key."
Devin didn't look at Sidney, she thought she'd see anger or sadness, so she kept her eyes on Roman. "Thank God for Stu that his father was a loyal man... It didn't hurt my plan, though." He said, watching Devin clench her jaw and hatred fill her eyes. "Your boyfriend," Roman began again, sitting down as he looked at Sidney. "Didn't like seeing his daddy in my film too much. He didn't like it at all. But once I supplied the motivation, all the kid needed was a few pointers. Have a partner to sell out in case you get caught -"
Devin cut him off, clearly angry as she held her shoulder. "Stu was innocent!"
"No, he wasn't!" Roman snapped, anger flooding his eyes in the same way Devin's eyes had done the same her entire life. "What is so fucked up in your head that you think he's innocent?" Roman asked, staring at his sister with a sort of confusion mixing with the anger. He was amused, though. Sidney noticed the slip up in tense, though. She was paying attention to every word. It's something Devin did, and Roman, too. Like they knew something she didn't. "He did all that for fun!"
She didn't speak as Roman shook his head. "Like I was saying, before I was interrupted, he needed someone to frame." Dad. Devin thought. "It was like making a movie."
"You." Sidney caught on, piecing everything together. "This is all because of you."
"I'm a director, Sid." He said easily. Roman turned off the projector. "I direct."
"Oh." Sidney said in a mock tone, annoyed by the statement. Devin was getting a bit shaky due to the blood steadily seeping down her back. She couldn't apply a lot of pressure like she wanted, she had to reach around herself.
"I had no idea that they were gonna make a film of their own." Roman said, watching them. "What a film it turned out to be, huh? I mean, introducing Sidney and Devin, the victims! Sidney and Devin, the survivors! Sidney and Devin, the stars!" He said, standing. "Or, Sidney, the star." Roman corrected, glancing at Devin. "Everyone seems to forget about your goon, huh?"
Devin wanted to punch him, slap him, kick him, anything. But he was right.
"Because she wasn't romantically involved with a psycho, she's less damaged. Isn't that right?" He laughed, looking at her. "No, she was in love with the horror movie geek. The one who would never get the girl, but he got her." Roman tilted his head. "Still does, isn't that right?"
Devin felt her heart drop to the bottom of her stomach. "What?" Sidney asked, looking at Devin. Devin finally glanced at her sister. Confusion riddled her face.
"She also had a thing for good ol' Stu, though. See, that was a problem, because he had a thing for her, too." Roman made a soft giggling sound. "He still does! Oh, what a twist!" Roman said with excitement. "Randy is alive! Stu is alive! Thank God Mickey isn't still alive or else we'd have a serious problem on our hands!"
"Is he telling the truth?" Sidney whispered, Devin couldn't speak.
"You see, you were so busy wrapped in your own problems, Sidney, you didn't recognize Devin practically screaming for help!" Roman laughed then, a pang of guilt rushing through Sidney. "She brushed it all off, though. Stu wanted to kill Randy the moment he came to the party at his house, and Billy ended up shooting him." He laughed again, a stifled one but still a laugh. "Funny how his mother killed him for real. Hey, next time you 'kill' someone at a party, make sure a third person isn't there to drag him away."
"That was you!" She screamed, her voice giving out on the last word.
"You didn't tell anyone, though. That was stupid, even for you." Roman told her, ignoring her outburst. "You were very rockheaded about the whole thing, I don't know how you're still alive. Or Randy, for that matter. Considering where Stu is."
The frown on Devin's face turned into a scowl. "What are you talking about?" She breathed, almost heavily.
"I'm afraid you won't live to find out." He sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, what tangled webs we weave when we practice to deceive."
"You got what you wanted." Devin said, staring at him. She was worn out, the relief of everything being known was out, but she felt like she wanted to throw up, too.
"Hero and a villain face to face." Sidney said, not looking at her sister. She couldn't, not now. "You know what happens now, the villain dies?"
"Exactly, Sid! But I'm not the villain, you are!" He went to the closet and pulled out John Milton before speaking. "Before we get to him, let's address something, first." He paused. "Even you forget your sister." Roman said, moving towards her.
"What?" Sidney asked.
"You said 'hero'." Roman replied. "Meaning one, and I'm the 'villain'." He said, using air quotes. "Where is she in all of this, huh? Maybe she's in the same boat as me, she never really fit in."
"That's not true." Sidney urged. "She's not like you."
Roman shook his head angrily. "But it is true! You were your Maureen's little angel!" He huffed, watching the twins. "Devin was always a good kid, always nice. Kind, caring. But mother didn't pay as much attention to her as she did you, right? She brushed her aside, gave you everything. That might be why she went after Stu."
Devin didn't speak, then. She wanted to hear it. "She had to have known he was a little fucked up, the way he talked about certain things... There was no way she was naive to it. It was a cry for attention." Devin clenched and unclenched her jaw. Is he right? She asked herself. He cleared his throat, holding his hunting knife to John's throat.
"Here he is, the man who gave away your mother's innocence!" He said, shoving him forward as he walked, keeping the knife to his throat. "What he did to her made her a slut! Didn't it? Huh!? She never recovered from that night, right here in this room!"
Devin furrowed her eyebrows, her mind hazy as she felt the sticky redness against her hand. It was going through her shirt.
"They fucked her three ways from Sunday! Ruined her life!" He said, watching the twins. "Ruined yours too, didn't it, ladies?"
Sidney shook her head, Devin couldn't bring herself to do that, now. She didn't know what to believe.
"Do you hate him, girls?" Roman asked, egging himself on, mainly. "Come on, I know you do. I'm sure you do." He took out something, just then. A recorder.
"I know who you are. I know what happened to my mother, and I want you to understand, I'm gonna make you pay!" Came off the recording device in Sidney's voice, but it wasn't her. Sidney stared in disbelief.
"That's what the police are gonna find on Milton's answering machine, right next to his lifeless, mutilated corpse!"
"Mmp!" John Milton said furiously behind the duct tape on his mouth, shaking his head.
"What? Can't hear you!" Roman informed, ripping the tape off Milton's mouth.
"You don't have to do this." Milton began hurriedly. "Just tell me what you want. I can make it happen. Any picture. Name your budget. Script approval. Final cut!" He shouted, trying to bargain his life.
"I already have it!" Roman shouted before dragging the blade across John's throat, killing him. He shoved him away as Sidney screamed.
"God! You spineless bastard."
Devin, weak as blood streamed from her wound, fell down. Roman glanced to her, and a slight flash of concern went through his eyes. "Get her up!" Roman shouted, using his knife to point at her. Sidney did as told, pulling Devin up only to lean her against the wall. Roman then started towards Sidney.
"No, Sid, that would be you! You did it all!" He said, throwing down the recorder. "You did it, you killed them all! Even your closest friends, even your sister!" He screamed, walking quickly towards her before backing off. He paid no general regard to Devin. "Truth is, I genuinely didn't want Devin to get hurt. I went for you, she pushed you, Kincaid pushed her, trouble ensued, now we're here."
Devin watched from her place on the wall as Roman stood near her. "I just wanted you, but you never go anywhere without your goon." He laughed. "You were living in total isolation, the pressure of another movie about you, the discovery that Milton destroyed Mommy dearest, you finally just snapped!" There was a muffled crash a distance off, but Devin looked to see if Roman or Sidney heard it.
"And who's our hero, huh? The sole survivor. Who's the one who bravely faced down the psychopath and killed her with her own knife!?" He stopped, pointing to himself. "You're gonna pay for the life you stole from me, Sid. For the mother, and for the family," Roman glanced at Devin during his angry rant. "And for the stardom and goddamn it, everything you have that should've been mine!"
"Why don't you stop your whining and get on with it? I've heard this shit before! Stop!" Sidney screamed.
"No!"
"You know why you kill people?"
Roman screamed. "I don't wanna hear it!"
"Because you choose to!" Sidney screamed back. "There is no one else to blame!"
"Stop!" Roman screamed over her. "Fucking damn it!" He beat his hands against is temples, dropping them as he shook with fury.
"Why don't you take some fucking responsibility!?" Sidney screamed, just as Roman hoarsely screamed back.
"Fuck you!" He screamed, Sidney did the same shortly after, the two charging at each other with intent to kill. Roman jumped over the couch to get her but Sidney smacked him with an item she'd pulled off the end table. She tried hitting him again, but he grabbed it and tore it from her, watching her run away. Devin was trying to stay standing, she was trying to move. She began walking along the wall, using it as support. She felt helpless, just like she had with Mickey, with Mrs. Loomis, with Billy, with Stu. She hated it. Sidney and Roman fought, dragging each other to the ground. Sidney tried running but Roman grabbed her leg, pulling her back down as she ran.
Roman slapped Sidney then, and Sidney instinctively punched him back the way Devin had taught her. Roman looked surprised at this action as the three in the room heard screaming from the outside. Their names were being called. Roman smacked Sidney again, grabbing her by the hair before slamming her face into the bar. He aimed to stab her, but missed and planted the knife beside her head.
"Gale! Dewey!" Devin called weakly, watching Roman and Sidney fight. "Devin!" She heard, muffled by the bookcase. Sidney smacked Roman around the head with a bottle, causing him to fall and become disoriented. Sidney picked up a chair, going to hit him with it before he kicked her legs out from under her body. She landed near his feet and went to get up before Roman kicked her in the face, grabbing her by the hair and kneeing her in the face, this time. He kicked her stomach, her ribs. He brought her up, punched her and then continued to beat her despite the protests behind the bookshelf.
"Hurry!" Devin called, making her way over to the bookshelf as Roman saw her. He ran at her and grabbed her, dragging her backwards as she let out a scream. One of his arms wound around her ribs and the other around her neck, his hand meeting his shoulder as he held her in a headlock. "I didn't wanna hurt you." He whispered, his grip around her throat tightening. "Just make it easy and give up."
"I'll give up when I die." She hissed, her legs shaky.
"I can arrange that." Roman snapped, his voice harsh in her ear. He pushed her outwards, slamming her against the wall before she smacked into it, bouncing off it almost to flip over the couch. He went back over to Sidney, letting out a loud growl. He picked her up, wrapped his hands around her throat and began choking her. His grip tight, unrelenting. Suddenly, the lights cut out and Roman dropped Sid as someone pounded on the door. She was coughing as Devin lay face down on the ground, glass beneath her from where the bottle had been smashed previously. She heard Kincaid's voice and the door opened slowly, he whispered for both of them but saw Sidney first.
"Where is he?" Kincaid asked. He got his answer when Roman came from behind the door and hit him with a chair, knocking him out. Sidney lay weak and shaking on the ground. Roman looked for Kincaid's gun but saw another a little away from him.
"Lose something?" Sidney asked, suddenly on her feet with Roman's knife in her hand.
"Found something." He replied, picking up the gun and shooting her. She screamed and stumbled backwards. He walked back to her and shot her in the chest, looking around as he heard Dewey and Gale. He was about to leave when Devin spoke, muffled though, by the floor.
"You're too sloppy." She said, blood dripping everywhere now do to her position.
"What?" He asked, stepping towards her. She felt him grip her hair, pulling her head back as blood leaked from her nose from her collision with the wall.
"You're too sloppy." She repeated, her neck hurting because of the angle he pulled it back at.
"How so?" Roman asked, she didn't reply because Dewey and Gale cut her off. Their voices moving around as they did. Roman ran to the door and locked it before turning around. Sidney had moved, somehow. He glanced to Devin immediately and saw her still in place. He walked back to her and picked her up, putting her over his shoulder as he held his knife.
"There are too many survivors." Devin told him from her place over his shoulder. "Too many..." She trailed off, she was waiting to die, honestly.
"I'll knock off a couple more in a second if you just shut up." He told her, looking for Sidney as he held her.
"Put me down." Devin ordered weakly, her voice shaky. He leaned against the bar, going to call the other twin just as he got a call himself. He heard a scream behind him and Sidney launched over the counter, stabbing him with the ice pick. Devin fell over with Roman, slamming her body against the edge of the couch as she was curled up, almost, against it. Roman's head was near her stomach as he spoke.
"I shot you."
Sidney pulled up her shirt to reveal the bulletproof vest she was wearing. "I guess we think alike." Sidney replied, staring down at him.
"Mother's dead, and there's nothing you can do about it. I still got to make my movie."
"Stab 3, right?" Sidney asked before stabbing him through the chest. Gale and Dewey bust through the door, going for Sidney. Gale checked on Kincaid, telling him to hang in there. Dewey aimed his gun at Roman and then Gale followed him into the room.
"Roman?" She gasped, seeing him on the ground. "It was Roman?" Roman moved, his right pulling Devin's hand to his before grabbing Sidney's, too. Clutching them tightly before he died, letting go of life. Sidney shook as she stared at him, pulling her hand from his as Gale moved forward to get Devin.
"Careful, Sid. Randy said the killer's always superhuman." Dewey warned, watching Sidney stand.
"You can talk to him about this adventure, soon. Devin knows where he lives now, after all." She said bitterly, turning to glance at Roman then Devin. "Besides, he wasn't superhuman, Dewey. He wasn't superhuman at all."
Just as she said this, Roman shot up screaming, knife ready for more blood as Gale stumbled backwards with Devin. Dewey shot him too many times to count, over six. He unloaded his clip into him.
"You can't fucking kill me!" Roman screamed, his knife up in the air.
"Head!" Sidney screamed,. He kept shooting his chest. "Head, Dewey!"
"What?"
"Head! Shoot him in the head!" Sidney screamed, over Roman's screams. Devin watched as Gale held her up, the smaller woman struggling to do so. Dewey aimed for Roman's head and shot, knocking him backwards as the bullet killed him.
"Thanks." Dewey muttered.
"No problem." Sidney replied, a strangled groan coming from her sister. Kincaid stood with the help of Gale, despite her holding Devin. They needed to get out of there.
XxX
Devin and Sidney weren't on speaking terms by the time they had gotten to the hospital. Sidney was fine, but she didn't even visit her. Sidney filled Dewey and Gale in on what happened, and Gale felt angry but confused, and Dewey felt guilty for not bringing Stu up sooner. Devin went home after a couple days, eager to see Randy, check on him and make sure he was okay.
Little did she know, she'd be greeted with a nasty surprise.