"What was that?" asked Sidney

"Shh... I have no idea...just be quiet and we should be all right." Randy said

Then a loud scraping noise slid across their torn up car.

"Randy! Oh my God! He's here. He's still here!"

"Listen, Sidney we're trapped inside this car. No one can get out...and no one can get in. We're perfectly safe. In every movie I've seen with people trapped inside a car, the only way they die is if the killer starts the car on fire, or blows them up."

"Great that's reassuring. You're a great help Randy."

"Hey I'm sorry, it's only the truth. "

Then a liquid went sliding across them. And the smell of gasoline filled up the car.

"Oh shit Randy. Do you smell that?"

"Umm... no I don't smell anything, Just relax, okay?"

"We're gonna die, aren't we?"

"Of course not Sid. I will never let anything happen to you."

Randy of course knew that they were probably going to die. The ghost-masked killer had just rammed their car up. It flipped upside down, and they were stuck in it. And now, they were most likey about to be blown up.

"Randy, look, I see smoke. He's already starting it on fire!"

Then Randy found a mini pocket knife. He started slicing up his seat belt.

"How do you like this you fucker! You are not taking me down!"

"Randy..help me!"

"Listen Sid, I'm going to get out of the car and stop the fire. Here take this knife and start tearing off your seat belt."

" Ok Randy, be careful. He's still out there."

Randy pushed his way through the window. It was easy getting out.

"Ok Sid, I'm out, are you ok?"

There was no answer.

"Sid? C'mon say something!"
Still nothing.

"Please Sid, I can't lose you!"

"Hello, Randy, miss me?" Sidney's voice said from behind him.

Right when Randy turned he found out it was not Sidney who said that. It was the killer with the voice box.

"Oh shit!"

Then the killer plunged the knife into Randy's chest. He fell to the ground. The killer pulled him away from the car, right into an alley way. Then he proceeded back to the broken car.

"Randy! Randy, are you out there?" Sid cried out.

"Yes Sid, I'm right here give me your hand and I'll pull you out."

"Ok."

Right when Sid gave him her hand, he pulled her out so fast that the glass around the window cut up her sides.

"Oww Randy, be careful...

Then she looked up into the killers mask.

"Randy help!"

The killer took his knife and slit her throat. He threw her down to the ground and she died before she hit the ground.

He took the smoke ball that he got from the fire-work store and ran off.

10 MINUTES LATER

Randy felt a great pain in his chest. He was still bleeding a little. He remembered everything that happened. The first thing that he thought of was...

"Sid!"

He ran to the car, only seeing that his only secret love of his high school years was killed.

"Oh God, no Sid, you can't die now! You just can't! Don't worry I'll get him for you Sid! I swear I will..."