Disclaimer: I don't own 'Scream'.

"You know the part in scary movies when somebody does something really stupid, and everybody hates them for it? This is it."

Trish; Jeepers Creepers (2001)

I had only gotten to the foot of the stairs when my phone rang out loudly, causing me to tense

immediately.

I didn't know who would call me. Everybody that I talked to on a regular basis would be here. Or on their way. My mom was still being held in the jailhouse.

I had to remember to thank Sheriff Burke for that.

With a low groan I reached into my back pocket and got my cellular, flipping it open to see 'Unknown Caller' flashing on the screen.

Fuck.

I pressed the answer button and pressed the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" On sheer will alone, my voice remained steady- strong.

"Looking forward to tonight kitten?" The voice asked, a low chuckle following after the sentence.

Chills went up my spine.

I was fully prepared to say "Fuck this," and haul Randy into my jeep and leave. But I couldn't.

This had to end on my terms. I couldn't let this intimidate me. I couldn't let this ruin me.

The sound of footsteps on the stair case behind me made me whip around to see Stu descending down the staircase, a wide grin on his face.

A jolt was sent through my heart.

If it wasn't him on the phone then who was it? Who could it possibly be talking to me.

Was Stu innocent?

No.

The look in his eyes told me that- told me that he knew what was going on and he was amused by it. Infinitely amused.

This was his plan. He wanted no doubt on him. He didn't want any suspicion on him.

But…Stu wasn't smart enough to think this up himself. He had frequently proved that he wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

So…there was another killer. A smart one.

But they underestimated me- underestimated my knowledge of Stu's personality.

"Oh yeah," I said over the phone brightly, with a smile.

Stu's grin faltered slightly.

I shouldn't be reacting like this right? Like I'd just received good news. I hadn't, had I?

Oh, but I had. This was good news. I was figuring things out. If I just kept talking then maybe I could figure out who both of the killers were. It would help me in the long run.

"Oh? What are you looking forward to the most then, bitch?"

I smiled, as if somebody had just complimented me over the phone, confusing Stu even further.

"Unmasking your ass. Stu's too. I gotta admit. You almost got me. You're a smart cookie, aren'tcha? Surprised that I figured it out so quickly Billy?"

I had thrown the name out, as a sort of wager. It would help me figure out if I was right or wrong.

And judging by the look of surprise the flickered across Stu's face, I was right.

"This isn't Billy," the voice said, obviously unaware that Stu was standing right there and had given him away.

"Mmm…sure. What the fuck ever. I gotta call the cops now. Bye, Billy."

I pulled the phone away from my ear, as if to hang up, but still watching Stu closely.

His eyes were set on my cell phone. Cold and calculating suddenly.

The look didn't suit him.

"You little bitch! You hang up and you won't even get the chance to dial the 9! And your little boy toy won't make it either!"

Even though I was holding the phone away from my ear I could hear the voice, deep and menacing. Threats towards me I could handle, but against Randy…

"Fuck you!" Suddenly the phone was back at my ear, and I was spitting out these words full of venom and fury. How dare he threaten him! "Don't you have anything better to do in life. You're fucking pathetic. Both of you!"

And with that I shut the phone and turned on my heel, striding away from Stu and into the living where everybody seemed to be congregating at.

Randy looked up as I walked in, a grin on his face.

I smiled back as best I could and sat next to him, allowing him to wrap his arm around me and pull me closer, because this was Randy and he knew that something was wrong.

"Talk about it later?" He whispered in my ear, making me nod.

'If there is a later,' I couldn't help thinking, but I shook the thought away. That would help no one. At all. Ever.

I had decided I wouldn't call the cops.

No.

I would end this on my terms. They had threatened me, and even worse, they had threatened Randy.

They deserved more than a life sentence to jail or something. I deserved a taste of their own medicine. More specifically, and well placed knife to some vital area.

It scared me how I was thinking of killing them. Even worse, it scared me to think of how it would change me after the act was done.

But they deserved to die, and if luck was in my favor it would be at my hand.

I suppose that didn't make me any better than them, but it had to be done.

I was barely aware of Sid and Tatum arriving, but then Tatum sat down on my other side, and next thing I knew she was waving a hand in front of my face.

"Helloooooooo? Cat?"

I turned to her, suddenly very startled with my eyes wide.

"Huh?"

She furrowed her brow at me, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I asked how long you've been here." She said, but I only shrugged and turned away, not in the mood to talk.

"Geez," she muttered. "You don't have to be a bitch about it."

Something in her voice struck me deep, and I stood up, suddenly realizing that Randy was no longer sitting next to me.

Had I been that out of it.

I hurried out of the living room, away from Tatum, who annoyance I didn't want to deal with at that very moment.

I entered the kitchen absently, because everybody had vacated it in favor of being in the living room.

No doubt Randy had started his campaign for which movie should be watched.

I glanced around, making sure that I really was alone, before walking over to the counter and hoisting myself up.

It was quieter in here, and for that I was thankful.

I was so glad nobody was in here trying to talk to me, or joke around with me.

It was truly more than I could have hoped for.

My eyes darted around the kitchen, until it fell on the drawer by the stove.

Something in me jolted, and suddenly I had hopped down onto the floor and hurried over to the drawer, opening it in a rush and pulling out a big chef's knife, holding it at arms length and suddenly feeling very much like Micheal Myers, which was never what somebody wanted to feel like.

But the knife…it sent a surge of power through me like nothing I had ever felt.

It made me feel strong, like maybe I could save myself and Randy and all of my other friends.

A sound from the hallway outside the kitched made me jump slightly, and suddenly I was leaning over and lifting up my pant leg to shove the handle of the knife down into my sock before hiding it again and hurrying from the kitchen in time to see Tatum disappear into the garage.

Somehow I had a bad feeling about that.

I pushed it away though, and walked back into the living room to see Randy crouching down in front of the television, working on putting a movie in the VCR.

I sat down on the couch, groaning and leaning my head back as those around me joked around.

Perhaps my time could better be spent elsewhere.

Perhaps this was a stupid plan and I knew that I was going to die.

But now….right now, Randy was there and that was reassuring.

I depended on him.

Maybe I had never realized how much I did, but it was true.

Randy turned when he had finished working on the television and smiled at me, sitting down beside me and wrapping his arm around me.

"Terror Train." He told me, and I nodded.

I was a horror movie buff after all, and what horror fan doesn't like Jamie Lee Curtis. Even though I was more of a Robert Englund fan.

I smiled at Randy tentively, my smile small and a bit unsure, because really why should I have been smiling.

If it were any person but Randy, at the moment, they'd be much more likely to receive a scowl.

But it was Randy, and I loved him, and there was absolutely no reason to be cold or mean to him.

So I leaned over against him so that my head was on his chest, and he held me in our typical movie watching pose.

This is how it usually was when we watched movies. This way we were both comfortable and able to sit together and watch the movie.

And let's face it, Randy and I spent a lot of time watching movies.

"Best horror movie?" Randy questioned in a whisper to which I immediately responded, "Nightmare on Elm Street."

He already knew this of course, but we often did this, and he knew it would calm me down. I suspected this was what this whole thing was about.

If only he knew.

"Best comedy?"

"Ghostbusters."

"Best romance?"

"Gone With the Wind."

"Best sci-fi?"

"Jurassic Park."

I looked up at him forcing a grin on my face. He knew what my answer would be to every question. He knew my answers to most questions, and if he didn't he could guess. And the way he was so subtly trying to make me comfortable with something so familiar was endearing.

We watched the rest of the movie in silence, and to be honest I was just happy that nothing bad had happened. It wasn't until the movie went off that I realized Tatum hadn't returned.

Well fuck…

I stood, looking around frantically for my friend. Had she ever come back from the garage?

Was she able to come back from the garage?

"Cat?"

I looked back at Randy, who was watching me confusedly.

"Uh….popcorn. I was looking for popcorn." I offered lamely. "I'll go make some."

I hurried around the couch towards the kitchen, needing the have breathing room, and needing to think without being distracted.

I eyed the phone, considering calling the police right anyway, despite being sure earlier that I wanted this to end my way.

But….would they be able to do anything?

Somehow I doubted it. Most other people I knew would call and demand they come right away. I wasn't one of those people. When you're like me, you learn not to depend on people.

I looked through the cabinets for popcorn so that I'd actually have something to show for my lame excuse of rushing away.

"Cat…?"

I let out a yelp, looking up with my heart racing.

Randy stood in the doorway of the kitchen, leaning agaisnt the frame and watching me with a furrowed brow.

"Hmm?"

"Are you…okay?"

I shrugged because really, what was I gonna do? Lie?

"Cat…."

His tone told me everything I needed to know.

He was frustrated with me yes. But he was also worried about me. And he loved me….so much.

"I just….everything….everything has gone to shit."

I ran a head through my ponytail, my fingers getting caught on the thick strands which only served to annoy me further when I had to tug them out.

Randy stepped forward, towards me, his blue eyes softening. We hadn't talked about what was going on. How could we? I had almost gotten murdered. I hadn't been able to talk to the police about it. My emotions flared so easily.

It was becoming more and more obvious that I wasn't okay. I wouldn't be okay for a long time yet, because this was one of those things that you couldn't just shrug off and forget.

He caught my shoulders in his hands and pulled me too him, putting my head on his chest and then wrapping his arms around me, enveloping me in them.

"I'm here for you." He told me softly. "I always will be."

Author's Note: I am so sorry for the long wait. School has just recently started and besides that I've been working on writing an original story. I am genuinely sorry about not being able to update this however, especially since this story seems to be well-received. I'd like the thank all of my reviewers and followers. As we draw nearer and nearer to the end of this story I find myself surprised that I actually managed to get this far. There are three chapters left and we get closer and closer to the climax. I will tell everybody this though, the last chapter will be setting up for the sequel, so no brutality there. Not that there has been any carnage in the past few chapter, but its just a way of setting everything up. That also means that there will be plenty of blood and gore in the next few chapters. Also, I've been working out details for the future stories of this series, especially for the fourth installment where another character's POV will enter. Because just as there is a new 'Sydney' and 'Tatum' and 'Randy' and 'Billy' and 'Stu', there will be a new 'Cat'. Just though you all would like to know, since most of you seem so fond of Cat.

Samtastic: I can't very well tell you that without giving spoilers, can I? I will say that you are right. Cat's mother is a horrible mother. Also though, you must understand, Cat's mother is very judgemental. She wants Cat to be a certain way, just as she was raised up to be. Cat, in her mother's eyes, is a disappointment because of the way she turned out. The two of them just have very different views of the way things should be. I will tell you this though. Cat's mother will serve as a more important character in the future. And I'm hoping that what I have planned will surprise everybody.

MusicalPushover: Thanks for your kind review. I'll be honest, the previous chapter was to stretch the story out so that the carnage didn't start to happen too early. I don't want these chapters to be too short, but because it is based off of a movie, it gets difficult to stretch chapters out to ten chapters. I think I'm doing a pretty good job of it. As for Cat and Stu's relationship well….I wanted to establish their previous relationship more. I also wanted to make it very clear that the two are very similar, and yet different. There had to be a reason for their past relationship, and that had to be established very clearly.