Warnings: Graphic Violence and some language (Forgot all this stuff in the last chapter, sorry)

Disclaimer: I own nothing relaited to the Scream Trillogy (Although I'm STILL in the bussness of buying Stu >0:-) ), this is just a fanfic, nothing else.

To all My LOVELY reviewers so far:

To Jenna Rose : Thank you so verrrrry much! Your fan fictions are wonderful and I can't wait to see more Lillard in em' :-D :-D :-D I can hardly believe such a talented writer such as yourself is complementing something I decided to type up after watching Scream for the 40th time X_X You have made Mesa's day. And yes, Stu is such a polite killer, and sanitary to! :0) And no Alicia will not have him... X.J. on the other hand... (Wait till tomorrow when Chap. 3 gets uploaded to find out more :-P) ALso, theres a meaning to My Name: In all the games I play, i call Myself "Edge" And, as you know, Matth's char name in Wing Commander was Maniac so..Heh ^_^. Thanks again!!!!!! (Oh, and you guessed that I got 'Marshal' From Wing Commander? Smart girl!)

To Mysterystar: Thank you so much for your kind words and even more for the spelling correction. Blame My spell checker, not Me!!!!!!! (OK, DO blame Me as I should have noticed that). Thanks very much :-D


NOW ON TO THE FIC!

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Stu, Aaron, Merry and Xandra all walked from the classroom together, complementing on the easiness of the topic they had just had.
"I can't believe that duffus actually thought that would challenge us, for gods sakes I did that with My eyes half closed!" Stu said, hitting his head with one of his books for emphasis.
"Stu, I wish you'd lighten up on Mr. Cumming. You should know by now, he just gives us nice easy classes only when he's about to throw something at us that will have us doing all-nighters" Xandra calmly replied to the goofy blond then paused. Slowly a smirk ran across her cream colored face, "But that was ridiculously easy".
"Man I hate the fact there are no lockers here" Merry finally spoke. She had been rather quiet all the way through class and kept looking over her shoulder at Aaron. Secretly, she felt like she was in Junior High with a crush, but she did her best to try and hide it. Still, little things slipped like how every time Aaron spoke to her she'd almost blush.
"Yeah, that gets irritating" Stu said. He then walked to a wall that looked as though that if this had been high-school it would have had lockers ran up and down it and shouted "DAMN YOU WALL! GET SOME LOCKERS!!!". Merry broke out into a fit of giggles, Aaron laughed and Xandra chuckled.
"I personally always found lockers a hinderance. Their to small to actually hold anything, they tend to get a tad smelly, anyone can figure out the combination to them and put incriminating stuff in them and their basically useless" Xandra spoke, sounding irritated at the memory of lockers. Stu eyed her again. More and more he was liking her, and more and more he was finding her odd.
"Yeah" Stu said, doing his best Jim Carry face, "but now I have to run allllll the way back to My room and get My other books"
"Why didn't you just buy a book bag?" Xandra asked innocently. Stu jokingly pointed his finger in her face and opened his mouth to reply then froze, his eyes darting back and forth. He then patted her on the head and ruffled her hair.
"Smart lass" He said and then walked off to his room. Merry giggled as she noticed that Xandra was eyeing the taller boy's ass as he walked.


4 Months latter....


Lila walked from the bathroom, soaking wet, wearing a towel on her body and hair. She was a petite girl and was an ex-cheer-leader who had been way to preppy in her High School year. Several people at Harvard found her irritating but they was just ass holes who didn't know any better in her mind. She was perfect, and her parents told her so every day on the phone.
"I'm going to go get some pizza, want anything?" Asked her room mate, a girl who was blunt faced with a large nose and had died her hair green.
"Nah, I got all I need" Lila said in her whiny voice, turning to the mirror. Her room mate noted that she hadn't said 'Thank you though' and walked from the room, closing the door behind her.
30 minutes or so later, Lila got up from watching her tape of "A walk to remember" and went to go straighten her hair. She heard the door open behind her and didn't bother to turn around, considering it was more than likely her room mate.
"Back so soon?" Lila said, taking the towel from her hair and shaking it out. No answer, well, that was just like Ashley. Honestly, people these days.
"I don't smell no pizza, was they closed? Wouldn't surprise Me, their baker boy has no dress sense so he seems the type that would blow up an entire Pizza Hut". Still no answer. This no way to treat Lila Lavange but she ignored it. Loudly, Rob Zombie "Meet The Creeper" Started to blare from Ashley's boom box.
"Ashley!" Chirped Lila in her whiny voice, "Turn that crap off, you know I hate it". Instead of turning it off, the volume increased.
"Ash I swear to God, has your brain finally died from all that hair dye?" Lila scolded as she turned around. To her surprise, no one was there. Lila felt a shiver go up her back but nonetheless, she got up and walked across the room and turned off the CD player. As she went to turn back around, out of the side of her eye she saw a tall dark shape reflected in the mirror. She spun around quickly and was caught on the throat by a black gloved hand. The face was hidden by a happy face mask. The blond's hands shot to the hand clasped on her throat and tried to scream but it was no good, the hand was cutting off the air needed to scream with. The other hand went behind her and pressed the 'play' button on the boom box and the music began to blare out again. Happyface threw the shocked girl across the room, sending her onto her bed. Lila tried to scream again but like the last, her throat wouldn't do it. Next door, another Rob Zombie CD began to play at even louder volume. Any noise made in this room wouldn't be heard.
Happyface pulled a scythe from inside the robes and slowly began to walk towards Lila who was scuttling to her feet. She kicked the killer in the crotch and ran to the door, fumbling with the lock. She realized to late that the door was locked. As she turned the lock, a white hot pain ran through her back and curled upwards. Lila felt her knees give out and a strangled scream escaped her throat. She collapsed, causing the scythe to slice thorough more of her back, faintly she felt the blade scrape against her backbone. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. This happened to silly little girls like that Jryce bitch, not people like her. What had she ever done?
The blade drew back quickly and a hand picked Lila up and threw her forward again. She crashed into the carpet, hands shooting out to catch herself. Her back pounded with wave after wave of pain and her sight was beginning to blur. Still, she wouldn't give up without a fight. She quickly as she could got to her feet and pushed the black robed figure back against the wall and hit it upside the face with a curling iron and ran to the door. She managed to unlock it and opened it up, running out into the hall. Oh what a time for the hall to be deserted!
Just then, as though to answer her prayers, a tall boy with dyed blue hair turned the corner. She was saved!
"Help!" She tried to scream but all that came out was a whisper. Never the less, she knew that kid lived down the hall from her and he was bound to see her. Weakly she began to try and run to him but fell down. Sadly, one of the boy's friends had came up to him and Blue-hair had stooped to talk to him. Again she tried to scream but nothing came out.
Then she felt something warm and gooey go around her neck and she was lifted off the floor and half dragged, half carried back into her room and the door was shut quietly enough for no one to take notice.
Happyface held up the curling iron in front of Lila's face and began to lower it slowly towards her left cheek. Lila tried to squirm away but by now her strength had dwindled away. She heard hissing as pain erupted from the side of her face. A hand curled around her neck as she took in a breath to scream and again restricted air from going to her vocal cords.
Then the killer flipped her over and untied the towel that was wrapped around her body. Lila felt tears go down her face as the red hot iron was pressed on top of her already pounding wound. She heard the clasping part of the iron open up and the iron was removed from the wound, only to have the smaller piece shoved violently into the wound. Lila felt her conscious start to float away. Distantly she heard the iron be flung back onto the table it had came from and she was flipped back over. The scythe floated just inches from her face and she knew she'd be skinned.
"I never said 'Thank you' to Ashley before she went" Was Lila's last thought before she mercifully slipped into unconsciousness.

"Sirens" Xandra distantly thought as she began to come out of a dream. Slowly her eyes fluttered open and she looked at the sunlight that was crawling along the wall.
"Sirens" She thought again, trying to remember what they meant. Then slowly, breaking the peaceful lull she was in, she realized.
"Police Sirens!" She muttered, quickly shooting out of bed. Quickly she got dressed and tied her hair up in a pony tail and shot out the door, Merry was already gone.
"Whats going on?" She asked a kid who looked just as groggy as she felt walking down the hallway.
"They found a girl sliced up in the next building" The girl replied. Xandra's eyes went wide.
"They what?!"
"Really badly to" She said. Xandra followed the small crowed out of the building and over to the next where police cars and an ambulance was gathered up. Other students was already lined up around the yellow taped area and they was evacuating the kids that lived in that building. Xandra pushed her way through, desperately trying to see what was going on again. In the back of her head a voice kept repeating "Oh God not again". Ahead and to her right, she saw a backside she had practically memorized, clad in nothing but plaid Pajama bottoms, despite the cold weather.
"Stu!" Xandra shouted across the crowed and the blond turned around. Stu walked over to her, seeming oblivious to the fact several girls was eyeing his bare chest and helped her up to the front line.
"Whats happened?" She asked the boy as they finally stopped.
"No idea, I just got here Myself. All I know is that some kid told Me that some chick got butchered up last night". Xandra felt her stomach lurch. Stu looked down at her and raised an eyebrow.
"Hey, what happened to the side of your face?"
"She wacked herself in the face with a door last night" Came Merry's voice from behind them. The petite girl finally made her way to her room mate and friend and looked around.
"Graceful as always, eh' X.J.?" Stu commented. Xandra was about to reply when suddenly the whole crowed went silent as a gurney was rolled out from the building. Blood was all over the covers and there was a sheet brought up over the head. Xandra knew the sight well, it was the same that Sarah had made.
"Who is it?" Some kid asked one of the police detectives that was following the gurney.
"Delilah Lavange" The man replied. Several people, mostly Lila's followers who was all female, gasped and a few even fainted. Xandra saw in one of the cops hands that followed a large plastic bag with blood stains on it. But she could still see what it held: A corn cropping scythe.
"Oh God no, not again, please not again" Xandra whimpered, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Faintly she felt her knees start to wabble and she was getting nauseous.
"Oh X.J." Merry whispered, petting Xandra's shoulder. Xandra blinked as tears began to roll down her cheeks. She felt Stu's arms wrap around her and she was brought close to the boys bare chest. If she hadn't been so upset, she would have noted how soft his skin was.

"Its OK" Stu said, trying to comfort her, gently rocking her to and fro in his arms. He had began to respect this girl more and more as the days past and now he admired her. But also, now, seeing her break down ever so little like this sort of changed his opinion of her. Before this moment, he had always half ways suspected her of being the killer. Of staging her victimness like he and Billy had planned. Who wouldn't when there would be times that she'd look at you with those multicolored eyes so dead serious and slightly murderous. She had glared at several people like that in front of him and every time he felt as though she was like him: A killer. But this was different. Sure, she could be acting all this just for the presses, but he doubted it. There was acting then there was just plain shock, and this girl was shocked. He was a bit startled himself as he hadn't been the one doing the knife work--Or should we say Scythe work this time. He didn't use Scythes anyway, to damn easy to cut you own damned self with. But still, a killer running loose on campus that you didn't have a deal with was a deadly thing.
"Hey, I slightly knew the girl, she deserved it" Stu whispered into the girls ear. Xandra shook her head.
"I don't give a shit about her" She whimpered into his chest "I gave a shit about who did this". Stu patted the back of her head, she had a point.
"Are you Xandra Jryce?" Asked the same voice that had announced Lila's name. Stu looked at the guy: About middle 40s, black hair, needed a shave and a new trench coat...Not to mention a new hat. Typical Dick Tracy wannabe. Xandra turned her head and regarded him.
"Yes" She whimpered, sniffling.
"Was you friends with the deceased?" Mr. Tracy asked.
"No" She replied. The Detective seemed caught off guard with this seeing how shaken up the girl seemed.
"Yo, Dick Tracy, the girls upset about this because her friend got diced up like this last year, or was you living in a comic book back then?" Stu said, feeling disgusted. The Detective raised an eyebrow at Stu and he suddenly longed for a rubber mask. His face hadn't changed much sense Woodsborrow and the last thing he wanted was to be recognized...But still, they had did their best to make him seem dead so he doubted that there was reward posters up with his picture on them, reminding people of how he looked. "And you are?" Dick asked.
"Stu Marshal" Stu replied.
"Well, Mr. Marshall, I'm Detective Spalding. And to answer your question, no, I was not in a Comic Book last year but rather behind a desk pulling up bios on every Psycho that ever held a knife. I was called up here because of the similarities to the murders" The Detective in the bad flat rimmed hat replied. Stu felt like rolling his eyes and also wanted to run for the hills. He was bound to have seen a picture of his face.
"What can you do for Me, Mr. Spalding?" Xandra asked, tears still in her eyes.
"I would like you to come down to the station latter on today after your classes are done with to answer a few questions. Given the fact you was the only survivor from last years attack we could use your insight. Perhaps this time we can find the ass hole who killed your friend Miss Rynolds"
"Hey, her name was Rogers you idiot!" Stu shot at him as Xandra berried her face back in his best.
"Yeah, why don't you give her time to breath first?" Merry said, clearly disgusted.
"No, its OK" Xandra said, looking back at Spalding, "He's just doing his job. Sure, I'll be there somewhere around 4 if thats OK"
"Thats perfect, Miss Jryce. You clearly have loyal friends, Xandra, if only we all did" The Dect. said, eyeing Stu again, clearly not happy with his attitude but not with suspicion, and left.
"Ass hole" Merry muttered.
"You OK?" Stu asked, looking down at the girl in his arms.
"I'm fine" She replied, sounding tougher than she looked.
"Then you wont mind if I do this" Stu replied, taking his arms from around her and walking forward a bit,
"HEY MR. BALDING!" Stu shouted after the Dick Tracy wannabe. He turned around and regarded Stu. "HERES SOME INFORMATION FOR YA!" Stu shouted and with that, he turned around, bent over and pulled his PJ's down. Half the campus broke out laughing while the other half, the half that was stuck-up goody-2-shoues, gasped. Mr. Spalding, or Balding as Stu would for now on refer to him as, coughed, blinked and turned back round. Several people took pictures and those few prints would soon turn into hundreds.
Stu was now one of the bravest men on campus: He was the man who mooned The law.