First of all I would like to make a formal apology to all my readers. I am so sorry that it has been 5 weeks since I updated my story. I left you guys hanging. I just got completely tied up with my personal life that I forgot about this. This is the final chapter and then I will start my recreation of Scream 2. Thanks for the Sympathy.

Drake's voice sounds affected now… the voice of the killer.

Sidney looks back to Billy, then to Drake, then to Billy again. She puts the pieces together. Immediately, Sidney bolts into the living room, however, Drake cuts her off as Billy circles around to the other side.

Billy: Woah. Where you going Sid? It's not over yet.

Sidney looks back at Drake.

Billy: What's a matter Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost.

Sidney backs herself into the corner of the kitchen. She knows she's trapped.

Sidney: Why? Why are you doing this?

Billy: Why? Why? Did you hear that, Drake? I think she wants a motive. Hmm… I don't really believe in motives, Sid. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?

Drake: Nope.

Billy: And did they really ever explain why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so. You see, it's scarier when there's no motive, Sid.

Sidney: (fighting tears) I don't understand.

Billy: 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 or something.

Drake: So we put her out of her misery. I mean, let's face it, your mom was no Sharon Stone.

Billy: (serious) Is that motive enough for you? Or how about this? Did you know your slut mother was fucking my dad and that's the reason my mom abandoned me.

Sidney: What?

Billy: Think about it. On the off chance I get caught-a motive like that could divide a jury for years, don't you think? You took my mother, so I took yours. Big sympathy factor. Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath.

Drake: That's right you gave it up. No longer a virgin. Now you gotta die. Those are the rules.

Sidney: (to Drake) and you what's your motive? Peer pressure?

Drake: No you bitch it isn't. I have a similar case that is similar to Billy's situation only I lost both my parents.

Sidney: But I had nothing to do with that.

Drake: Not directly.

Sidney: What?

Drake: My parents were killed by a drunk driver. Do you know what his name was Sid? Do you know what his fucking name was?

There is a long pause.

Drake: Aaron Roberts. Your fucking uncle. Married to your mom's sister. He ruined my family.

Sidney has a look of complete shock on her face.

Drake: She lives in Colorado right now, so it would be inconvenient. But hey there's always a sequel.

Billy: Alright Drake. Enough of your sob story. (Gives him a look)

Drake goes to the foyer without saying a word and returns in a matter of moments with Mr. Prescott who has his mouth covered with duct tape and his hands are tied together.

Sidney: Daddy! (she runs to him)

Billy blocks her way.

Billy: Close enough.

Drake puts the cell phone in Mr. Prescott's shirt pocket along with the voice changer.

Drake: You took my parents. Now I'm going to take yours.

Drake takes off the duct tape and holds the gun at Neil's head.

Mr. Prescott: It's ok Sidney. We're going to be happy now. Together with mom.

Drake: Enough Already! (Pulls the trigger)

Mr. Prescott falls to the ground blood splatters everywhere. He's dead.

Sidney: (crying here eyes out) Please stop!

Drake: You have to play Sid. Don't want to disappoint your dad and leave without a fight.

Billy: It's an easy game. We ask you a question. If you get it wrong—you die.

Drake: And if you get it right—you die.

Sidney: You're crazy—both of you.

Drake: The official term is "psychotic."

Sidney: You'll never get away with this.

Billy: Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy it was to frame him.

Drake: We watched a few movies. Took a few notes. It was fun.

Billy: Got the ending figured out yet Sid? We have your father. The chief suspect in these murders and he goes psychotic and kills everyone. Except Drake and me. We get to plan the sequel. Then he stabs you and shoots himself. Perfect ending. (gives Drake a look) You ready?

Drake: Oh I'm ready.

Billy lunges at Drake with the knife stabbing him in the side. Sidney squirms. Drake yells out in pain. Billy hands him the knife.

Billy: Alright Drake your turn. Stay to the side and don't go too deep.

Drake: I'll try to remember. (stabs Billy)

Billy: Fuck! Damn it Drake.

Drake: I'm sorry Drake. I guess I got too carried away.

Sidney: You sick fucks. You've seen one too many scary movies.

Billy: (stabbing Drake repeatedly) No Sid! Don't blame the movies… Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!

Drake: Easy Billy. I think you cut me too deep.

Billy: Alright go clean off the gun and put it by pops.

Drake: (glaring) OK

Drake goes to the counter and notices the gun is gone.

Drake: Um we have a little problem.

Billy: (impatient) What?

Drake: The gun man. It's gone.

Billy: Where the fuck is it?

Gale: Right here, asshole.

She is standing in the doorway, gun in hand. Her body tattered and bloody. Her hair a mess.

Billy: I thought she was dead.

Drake: She looked dead. Still does.

Gale: I've got and ending for you. The reporter left for dead comes to, stumbles upon you two dipshits, finds the gun, spoils your plan, and saves the day.

Sidney: I like that ending.

Billy: She can't get both of us.

Drake: Odds are—she'll miss anyway.

Billy storms her as she pulls the trigger. Nothing happens the safety is on. Billy grabs her and throws her out the front door and lands head first into a pole on the outside. She's out cold.

Drake: Yah man.

Billy: This is Gale Weathers signing off. One last time.

Drake: ( to Sidney) You're gonna love this.

But she's gone.

Drake: She's gone Billy.

Billy: What? Where'd she go? Well go find her you dipshit.

Drake: I can't Billy. I think I'm dying here.

Suddenly, the phone rings.

Billy: Hello?

Sidney: Are you alone in the house?

Billy: You bitch—where the fuck are you?

Sidney: Not so fast. We're gonna play a little game. It's called guess who just called the police and reported your sorry motherfucking ass.

Billy frantically begins searching.

Billy: Talk to her.

Drake picks up the phone.

Drake: Hello.

Sidney: Looks like I've got you guys on the fritz. So much for your plan.

Billy takes the phone

Billy: I'm gonna rip you up bitch. Just like your slut whore mother.

Sidney: Gotta find me first you pansy-assed mama's boy.

Billy starts ripping the room up, overturning furniture in a madfit of rage...when he notices the hall closet. Touche! He smilesdeliriously, heading for it, ripping it open as Sidney jumps out at him in his own costume, with an umbrella. She stabs him with the sharp end of it as he sumbles backwards. Sidney throws off the mask and it lands on Billy. She turns around to see Randy slowly sitting up. Barely alive.

Sidney: Oh Randy I thought you were dead.

Randy: I shouldn't be alive. I've never been so happy to be a virgin. You know what I hate most about horror movies? The final scene… it just goes on and on… and it gets so stupid…

Suddenly Drake comes running through the foyer and tackles Randy. Sidney runs into the living as she and Drake have a semi brawl. Drake throws her down but Sidney launches a punch that keeps him down. It gives her just enough time to shove the television set onto his head, electrocuting him.

Sidney goes back into the foyer Randy is breathing very heavily. Billy slowly gets up, knife in head.

Randy: Behind you Sidney!

Sidney turns around. And puts her hand into one of Billy's chest wounds. He cries out bloody murder.

Billy: (raising knife) Say hello to your mother!

As he bring the knife down a gun shot is heard and then another. Billy falls dead. The assailant is seen as Gale Weathers.

Gale: Guess I didn't forget the safety that time you bastard.

Sidney nudges Billy's body. He seems dead.

Randy: Careful. This is the moment when you think the killer's dead, but then he springs back to life for one last scare.

On cue Billy shoots up but his surprise is short lived as Sidney pulls the trigger. Head Shot.

Sidney: Not in my movie.

A figure lunges out behind them. It's Stu.

Sidney: Stu. You'll never guess what just happened here.

Stu has a stunned look on his face. His entire house is either bloody or destroyed.

Stu: Shit. My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.

Gale: It doesn't matter now. You kids are safe.

Randy: Hey Stu?

Stu: Yah.

Randy: I'm sorry I accused you.

Stu: It's alright bro. Sorry about all the times I've picked on you.

And in a rare guy moment they hug. Happy to be alive.

There is a quick shot on Sidney mourning her father's death.

Outside the house EMTs are seen taking away bodies. But there is one live one. Dewey. But just barely.

Gale has a camera on her as the credits begin to roll out.

Lynn McRee Maureen Prescott

Live Schreiber Cotton Weary

Drew Barrymore Casey Becker

Roger L. Jackson Man's Voice

Kevin Patrick Walls Steve Orth

David Booth Mr. Becker

Carla Hatley Mrs. Becker

Neve Campbell Sidney Prescott

Skeet Ulrich Billy Loomis

Lawrence Hecht Mr. Prescott

Courtney Cox Gale Weathers

W. Earl Brown Kenny

Rose McGowan Tatum Riley

David Arquette Dewey Riley

Joseph Whipp Sheriff Burke

Henry Winkler Mr. Himbry

Matthew Lillard Stu Macher

Jamie Kennedy Randy Meeks

Candace Cameron Danielle Livingston

Leonardo Dicaprio Drake Myers

C.W. Morgan Hank Loomis

Frances Lee McCain Mrs. Riley

A RandyMeeksLives Film

Thank you all for bearing with me. I will immediately start Scream 2 starting next Monday and will hope to finish by mid June. Keep Screaming!