A/N: Nothing really happens in this chapter. I just felt it was time for an update. Chapter 3 on its way (eventually!)
It's dark outside. The sky is covered in one big cloud, which covers half of the full moon. Stu walks around the local cemetery sweating from running. He's panting like hell as he looks at every direction. All of the sudden, he stops dead in his tracks at a tomb stone. "Tatum Ann Riley" is the name carved on the stone. Stu swallows hard. He seems confused and lost. He notices a shadow fall across the tomb stone and he jerks around. There, standing right behind him, is a ghostly Tatum figure. The skin on her face is practically all deteriated, leaving a face full of bones mostly. The lips are still existent, though. Though her blonde hair is still fully there. It's all knotted and tangled as it was when she was smashed into the garage door.
"T-t-t-t-Tatum?" Stu had a voice of shock. The ghost didn't reply as she reached an arm out for Stu's neck; her arms also mostly just bone. Stu screamed like a girl as he turned and ran away. Oddly enough, there, in the middle of the cemetery, was his big green house. For some reason, he ran to the side of the house to the garage and enters through the garage door. He ran up to his bedroom and jumped into his bed. Covering his head with the covers, Stu began to cry.
"Stu," came a faint cry from outside the bedroom door.
"Stu's not here," he replied idiotically. The door opened and in seconds, the covers were ripped off of Stu and the ghostly Tatum sat on top of Stu, strangling the life out of him.
"Tatum!" Stu begged as he began feeling faint. The ghost opened her mouth to reply.
"Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep... Beep," Tatum replied as she stopped strangling Stu, got up off of him, and disappeared into thin air. Surprised from what had happened, Stu began screaming.
The beeping sound continued as Stu sat up in a room that was filled with fresh sunshine; still screaming. He felt his neck. Nothing. It was all a dream.
"Stuart Jay Mocker you better shut that alarm clock off and get your ass to school! It's your first day of your senior year!" His mom, Tanya, called from the bottom of the stairs.
As he turned on the shower, he thought back to the end of his junior year. The year when he was caught up in the middle of his best friend's killing spree. He had missed out on the last 3 weeks of the school year because he fell into a coma after Billy's sudden urge to stab him over and over and over again!
When he woke up, he learned that he was a suspect for the murders, seeing as how other then Randy, he was the only survivor and a small silver hand gun was on the closet floor where he was found. But due to lack of evidence, they couldn't hold him. Yes, Randy survived. He didn't know how. Damn Billy and his shitty aim. All summer long Stu had to worry about weather or not Randy knew something about Stu and was just waiting for the right time to get him in the slammer. But he decided Randy didn't know shit. He was just as clueless as ever. All through the summer, there were loads of times he could have turned him in but never did.
He took his boxers off, which was all he was wearing, and stepped into the hot shower.
Just what this hell-hole town needs. Another year. Another killing spree. Another framed murderer... He thought with a grin.
: 1 hour later:
He pulled up into the school parking lot in the new dodge viper his uncle Sam had gotten him for a welcome home gift after he woke up from the coma. Randy was already waiting for him in the parking lot, along with Kris Stanley; a cheerleader that wanted Stu so badly it even made him cringe. Which was un-natural for Stu; or as people called him behind his back 'humper of the ladies'
"Stuey!" Kris squealed with excitement and helped him out of his car.
"Kris..." Stu said in with an incredibly dull tone.
"Ooh your new wheels give you a whole new sense of cool!" The cheerleader laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulders.
"Yes. Yes it does," Randy sounded aggravated. "Now Stu... Stuey... Call your fan club off you before I blow my head off my shoulders!"
The blond girl rolled her eyes. "Whatever!" She looked at Stu. "Call me," she said then winked with a smile.
Stu watched her walk away.
"I tell ya, man," Randy said as the two boys started walking towards the school. "If I were a murderer, and this was a horror film, she would definitely have to be the victim that basically killed herself by running into the dark part of the house where she knew I'd probably be waiting with a fricken chainsaw up my sleeve. Maybe a butcher knife... Or a chainsaw and a butcher knife..."
"In other words, she's dumb?" Stu asked.
"Dumb would be too much credit..." Randy corrected him. "So... Senior year huh... You expecting anything big?"
Stu wondered what he meant by that. Did he mean was Stu expecting a sequel to the previous year, or did he mean was he expecting something like Kris getting caught picking her nose and eating it on camera? It wasn't clear.
"You mean am I expecting you to become a male cheerleader? Dude, I've been expecting that since the 6th grade!" Stu joked. Randy rolled his eyes.
"Hey guys," Mickey Terrence called from behind them. Stu and Randy stopped and turned around.
"Mickey..." Stu said with a false sense of happiness. He never liked Mickey. He always tried to be like Stu. One time, Stu decided to die his hair dark blue and spike it up... And a week after the hair dye faded, Mickey showed up with blue hair... It was pathetic, really. As you can imagine!
"Dude, was that movie great or what!" Randy and Mickey laughed.
They went to see some new horror film on Friday night. Stu made a lot of fun of them because they pretty much went on a date. Mickey even bought Randy a large popcorn! If it wasn't for Randy, Mickey wouldn't be hanging out with them at all. They met in 9th grade at a horror film festival and since then they've been each others movie buff boyfriend-ish people.
"So Stu how're you gonna deal with a Tatum-less year?" Mickey asked quietly. Randy hit him in the chest. "What!"
"Look," Randy pointed to the locker that belonged to Tatum last year. Stu rolled his eyes.
"Listen, if you are going to go on and on about the past then just get the fuck outta my site, alrighty?" Stu said. That was the last thing he wanted to hear about was how he lost Tatum. Did they think he'd already forgotten? Damn it!
"Dayum," Mickey laughed. Stu gave him the look. "Peace," he said then turned around and walked away quickly.
"That Mickey bitch is gonna get it!" Stu shook his head annoyed.
"Aww don't be so hard on the man he's just trying to make conversation! After all... You are his master... Master!" Randy said then turned to the left and went up a flight of stairs.
Just that moment, Stu's mind was made up. He would go on another killing spree, giving the town what it deserved. He'd need a partner, a good--no---great fool proof plan, and a framed suspect.
That's what Tatum would want... For me to finish something she helped me and Billy start
