: Later :
So, what you're saying is that killer's influence was based on the movie itself," Sidney heard Professor Rafkin question his film class.
CeCe disagreed. "That is so moral majority, you can't blame real life violence on entertainment."
"Wait a minute, yes you can," a student, sitting in the middle of the class argued. "Hello? The guy was wearing a Ghost mask, just like in the movie, it's directly responsible."
CeCe shook her head. "No it's not! Movies are not responsible for our actions."
"Yeah," Stu, sitting behind CeCe, agreed. "When exactly did the movie hold a gun up to the killers head and say 'copy me?'"
CeCe nodded in agreement.
"I had biology with that girl. This is serious," a girl sitting by the windows said.
"Thank you," Randy finally spoke out. "I agree with that!"
"Me too," Stu chuckled.
"Where's an insiders prospective when you need one," a girl put her head down on her table, obviously bored with the discussion.
"We lived through this," Stu pointed from Randy to himself, "we are your insiders prospective! Bottom line is that the murderer did this by his or her own, and these are some key words coming up here so listen carefully, FREE WILL!"
"Oh come on guys, with all due respect, the killer obvious patterned himself after two serial killers who were immortalized on film," Mickey denied. He was almost as big of a horror movie buff as Randy. Almost!
"Thank you," one of the guys who were too much into the debate said, sounding satisfied.
Stu rolled his eyes.
A gothic girl in the back seat quit painting her finger nails and looked up.
"Besides... Why would it happen the night of the movie premiere?"
The professor again questioned his class.
"So, you're saying that someone is trying to make a real life sequel?"
The students chuckled.
"STAB 2," Stu raised his voice a little.
"Why would anyone want to do that? Sequels suck!" Randy laughed at the idea.
Mickey shook his head instantly. "It is common fact, there have been many sequels that have surpassed their original."
"Name one," Randy and CeCe challenged his theory at the same time.
"Aliens, far better than the first," a guy who was on Mickey's side volunteered his answer.
"Yeah, well there's no accounting for taste," CeCe disagreed. Stu leaned forward and laughed.
"Thank you, "Ridley Scott" rules. Name another," Randy looked on, anxious to hear what the class would say.
"No, Aliens is a classic. "Get away from her, you bitch," a kid did his impression of the film.
"I believe the line is, "Stay away from her, you bitch." This is film class right?" Randy looked at the professor.
"T2," a student finally said.
CeCe shook her head. "You've got a hard on for Cameron."
"Yeah, a big one," Stu said, pretending to give his pencil a hand job.
"The first Terminator is a classic,"
""Sarah Connor?" "Yes?" PPFFFFFFFFF" Randy did a perfect impression of the film. The class laughs in amusement. That was how it has been all year; Stu was the class clown and Randy was the annoying know it all when it came to movies.
"House 2: The Second Story," an African American guy says after hard thought.
"What," Stu pretended to gag.
Randy decided that the class has had enough pointless guesses.
"The horror genre was destroyed by sequels," he attempts to end the conversation.
"No, wait, I got it. The Godfather: Part 2," Mickey smiles, proud of himself. CeCe considers for a second then nods. Stu shrugs in mild-agreement as Randy did another impression (this time it was a Marlon Brandow impression) that cracked the class up.
Sidney walks out from behind the door and her presence is immediately noticed by Randy. He smiles big as the bell rings.
"We'll continue the sequel discussion tomorrow," Professor Rafkin makes his way behind his desk. Randy gets up and walks towards Sidney, happier then ever to see her for an unknown reason. A girl stops him.
"So, Mr. Originality, what would you make different?" She asked and smiled sweetly.
"I'd let the geek get the girl," Randy sprayed sour-breath spray into his mouth and proceeded towards Sidney.
"What's up," he asked then kissed her gently on the lips.
"I over-slept so that's why I didn't meet up with you," Sidney explained grabbing Randy's hand. "Sorry."
"Don't be, I completely understand," he kissed her on the head. Stu ran up to him and wrapped his arm around Randy then gave him a noogie.
"You big softie you," he laughed then turned to CeCe, who was walking right behind him, and wrapped his arm around her. The 4 friends made their way out of the building on to the main campus courtyard.
"I'm really worried about you," Sidney finally admitted to Randy.
"Why?"
"We never know when the killer will come after you and I j---" Sidney's sappy explanation was interrupted by Randy's cell phone.
"Sorry," he says as he reaches into his pocket.
"Yeah," he answers. There is no reply, but heavy breathing is heard. "Oh... That's casual. 5th grade phone tag. Very professional," Randy semi-yelled into the flip phone. The killer laughed easily.
"I seeeeee you," the killer taunted him in a whisper. Randy looked around him. The whole yard was full of kids talking on their cell phones, but none were paying any special attention to him.
"You won't see me. I'm like a hidden camera! Guess what," the killer paused. Randy's mouth ran dry. He knew what was coming next. "You're next!" CLICK.
Randy flipped the top of the phone and put it back into his pocket. Sidney was worried.
"What? Who was that? Is everything okay?" Sidney asked.
"It's all gravy," he laughed the incident off and put his arms around Sidney's waste. "We don't gotta worry about knowing when the killer strikes anymore, though," he laughed. Sidney cuffed her hands around her mouth.
"What'd he say?" CeCe asked, setting her sunglasses on top of her head.
"You're next," Randy raised his eyebrows. "I guess killers don't have a big vocabulary... Or much time..." he looked at Sidney and smiled. "Don't worry, babe, it'll be fine. I've seen enough horror movies to know the signs when I see them." he paused. "Let's go up to my dorm," he said and looked at Stu. CeCe pressed herself against him even more and smiled. Stu looked from CeCe to Randy.
"Yea. We'll be at my dorm room," he winked then he and CeCe turned around.
: Randy's dorm :
Randy unlocked the door to dorm number 22 and opened the door. He moved out of the way so Sidney could go in first.
"Ladies first," he smiled as Sid walked past him.
"Hey, uh, doesn't Dewey get out tomorrow? Like... Early-ish?" He shut the door and locked it behind him. Sidney nods. "Thirsty," he asked heading to the tiny kitchen in the corner of the room. Sidney nodded and put her jacket on Randy's bed.
"I got just the thing," he reached into a cupboard and froze. Sidney, who has just taken a seat, got back to her feet.
"What is it," she walked over to him quickly. Randy reached in the cupboard and pulled a taped-up picture off the cabinet door. It was a picture of Sidney and Billy kissing each other. Sidney looked away in a hurry. One of the things that bothered her the most was seeing picture s of her with that psychopath. Randy flipped the picture over and read out loud.
"Blood baths are red... Dead bodies can be blue...," he stopped and laughed. "Being her boyfriend, will not help you," his facial expression was disoriented.
"Obviously poetry isn't a serial killer's strong suit," he ripped the picture up into tiny pieces and threw it into the trash.
Randy handed Sidney her glass and they took a seat on his bed. Sidney took a small sip and looked to Randy, who swallowed the drink in one gulp. She searched for the right words, but everything that came to mind sounded flaky.
"Randy... I think that maybe Stu has something to do with this," She said slowly. Randy looked at her in awe. She continued. "Like... Maybe he's up to his old tricks again," she took a bigger drink.
: Stu's dorm :
"Come on," Stu said, on top of CeCe, but the two were fully clothed.
"I don't wanna," she pouted.
"Why?" He rolled off of her and CeCe sat up and turned the music off. She looked at him and laughed.
"I wanna survive the horror movie," she laid back down and set her head on his chest.
"It's not live we've never done it before," he petted her hair. CeCe looked at him and raised her eye brows. "No pressure," he backed off. CeCe thought for a second then leaned in for a kiss.
Stu and CeCe made out passionately for minutes at a time before CeCe slowly pulled Stu on top of her.
The next day The dismissal bell rings.
"Where are you going," CeCe asked walking next to Stu.
"I gotta see why Randy wasn't in class today," he kissed his girlfriend goodbye and rushed off to Randy's dorm room.
Without bothering to knock, Stu busted into the room. He had a big feeling deep inside him that something was wrong.
"Oh shit!" he ran over to Randy, whose head was hanging off the bed and was covered in blood. Stu stopped at his bed and looked down to see that his DVS shoes were covered in blood. He looked at Randy's body with wide, blood shot eyes. His friend was covered in deep, bleeding stab wounds. "Oh... Shit..."