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"When someone dies in the grip of a powerful rage... a curse is born. The curse gathers in that place of death. Those who encounter it will be consumed by its fury."

The Grudge(2004)

A smile cut across Stu's face, his eyes lighting up.

"Really?" Excitement was evident in his voice.

I could only nod.

Suddenly he was hugging me again, his arms slipping from my shoulders to my waist. And then he was kissing me feverishly, as if he were afraid I would disappear or break or run away.

And I kissed him back, not quite as enthusiastic about it as him.

He was quick about it and demanding, and before I knew it he was trying to push me down onto the ground.

He definitely didn't have his priorities together, did he?

But I pushed him back, and he pulled away slightly, surprise clouding his face.

I grinned devilishly and he grinned back before lowering himself to the ground.

As soon as he did I crouched over him, straddling him, still grinning widely.

I just happened to glance up at that moment, and my eyes widened.

"What is that?"

Stu tilted his head back and frowned.

"My dad's sledge hammer." He said.

I stood suddenly, leaving him there and hurrying over to pick up the sledge hammer that was leaning against the big red toolbox.

"Cat!"

I turned to see Stu looking at me, brow furrowed.

"Oh relax. I'm just looking." I said, looking back at it, testing how it felt in my hands.

He stood a few steps away, behind me, watching me closely, obviously not trusting me.

I turned, smiling charmingly at him, and stepped towards him, bringing my hand up to rest it on his chest. In the other I held the sledge hammer, draggng it across the cement floor of the garage.

"Don't worry, baby." I practically purred.

He grinned and leaned in to kiss me….

Just as I, in a flurry of movement, slammed the sledge hammer against his knee, making him crumble from the intense pain.

"Ow! Fuck!"

He looked up at me, confusion and pain and anger broiling in his eyes, but I was moving again and before either of us knew what had happened I was swinging the sledge hammer again, bringing it down on his other knew, making him scream out in pain. This time it was intentional, and the tell-tale cracking sound made it obvious that his knee-cap was broke.

In short, he wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

"Cat…"He finally managed to whimper, and I froze looking at him, my eyes meeting his and suddenly I felt horrible.

This all had to be a dream. This couldn't be real. Because in reality, Stu wouldn't do this. He wouldn't kill somebody.

I wanted to wake up. I wanted to open my eyes and realize that everything was okay.

But it wasn't, and it never would be again. Not in a world where Stu was a fucking killer.

"I'm sorry." I finally choked out. "I love you."

And in that moment I realized that I did. Not in the same way I loved Randy but that didn't matter. I had loved Stu first.

And part of me still loved him. Part of me always would.

"I know…"

I brought the sledge hammer slamming down on his temple as the words left his mouth.

I brought it slamming down repeatedly, and I didn't stop until I was splattered with blood and brains and looking at Stu's body with wide eyes, still breathing heavily.

The impact of what I had just done hit me heavily, as if I had run into a brick wall.

It was a huge thing, because I had just taken another person's life. They were dead because of me.

I hated myself for it.

But….I kind of loved myself for it too.

Because in the end, I had the strength to end it. I had been able to stop one of the killers.

Killers….

I turned slowly towards the door to the garage, breath catching in my throat.

God….what was I going to do about Billy.

A sledge hammer wasn't exactly an ideal weapon, and I had to surprise him. Something absolutely nervewracking that would catch him off guard.

Ignoring whatever misgivings I had, I knealt down beside Stu's corpse, searching his pockets for a knife or something.

I found that and a cell phone….and the voice changer.

And suddenly I had a brilliant idea.

I flipped open the cell phone, dialing in the number hurriedly before bringing it to my phone.

"Nine-one-one operator. What is your emergency?"

"The killers are here." I said immediately. "We're at Stu Macher's house on Turner Lane. I…one of the killers is dead. The other is Billy Loomis."

And then I flipped the phone shut, because I figured the sooner I got off the line the better.

And then I was dialing a familiar number.

"Hello?" The voice sounded hesitant and guarded.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"I asked, holding the voice changer to my mouth.

I almost flinched at the sound of the now familiar killer voice.

"The fuck….? Stu, don't play with me man!"

I smirked at Billy's reaction.

"No….Stu's part go cut. Just like yours is about to be. Nobody likes a dry killer Billy, and that's what you are."

"Fuck you!"

"You won't be saying that when the police are strapping you into an electric chair will you? You'll be begging for your life. By the way, the police are on their way. Now, why don't you tell me your pathetic excuse of a motive?"

I was moving out of the garage now, around the side of the house towards the front door.

I was playing hero. I was being stupid.

But I was doing what I had to.

With a jolt, I remembered the butcher knife in my sleeve.

How had I forgotten that.

I allowed it to slide out and gripped it firmly in my hand.

It felt foreign there- uncomfortable. I didn't want to hold it. I didn't want to touch it. But I would rather have used that then the butcher knife I had gotten from Stu.

So I dropped that and kicked it off into the bushes. I didn't want it. Suddenly it was like some kind of cursed object. It had been used to kill people already- people I knew. And because of that it was suddenly disgusting. It was something vile.

The butcher knife felt safer. With a pang it reminded me of Michael Myers.

God, what kind of twisted person did I have to be to think about Michael Myers at a time like that.

But, strangely, it was a comforting thought. It was so familiar that I could take refuge in it. I could curl up in it and forget about everything.

But I wouldn't. The job was only half done, and I wasn't the type of person to half-ass do anything.

So, suddenly, I was movie again, walking towards the front door in a crouched position, trying my best to remain quiet.

I saw Dewey's body lying there, and Gale Weather's lying on top of it.

God, when had that happened?

A yell from inside made me jump, before realizing that I wasn't directed at me.

I was moving again, around the porch so that I could peer in through the living room window.

Feathers from the couch cushions were flying everywhere, shielding everything from my view, and then there was Billy, attacking them with another knife.

But where was Sidney. What had gone wrong?

Was she safe?

"Little bitch! Where are you?"

I couldn't tell if that was directed at Sidney or because of me.

But then Billy was moving down the hallway, freezing near the coat closet, obviously having heard something that I couldn't make out from outside.

He opened the closet carefully, suddenly looking disappointed , before perring around the corner.

Just as a a costume-clad figure erupted from the closet, forcing the metal point of an umbrella into his shoulder.

Billy went down, handing reaching up to cover the wound, and then I was moving too, bounding up onto the porch and into the house.

I froze at the sight of Randy's body, but then looked back up at Sidney, who was watching me with curiosity.

I held up the knife slowly, offering it up as a response to her unspoken question.

"Stu is dead. It's only fair."

The words came out in barely more than a whisper, and then I stepped delicately over Randy and handed Sid the knife.

Billy handn't got up, and I saw that at some point he had gotten stabbed.

My gut tightened at the thought. He had actually intended to go through with his plan. In the end, Stu was the one who betrayed Billy. Most would think it was the other way around.

Sid's hand closed around the handle, and her eyes met mine, and I saw she was trusting me with something. This thing that passed between us….we were refusing, together, to ever be damsels in distress.

We were refusing to lay down and accept what others had planned for us.

She had the knife in her hand and had turned away so that she could plunge it into Billy's stomach.

She pulled it out in one swift movement, making me shudder.

There had been no hesitation when she had stabbed him.

Had I hesitated?

I couldn't remember clearly. I must have, at some point. But, what did that mean, and what did Sidney's lack of hesitation mean?

A hand on my shoulder made me scream and turn around, heart thudding wildly in my chest.

My breath caught in my throat as I found myself looking into familiar blue eyes.

"Randy…"I spoke his name lightly, and reached up carefully to place my hands on his chest.

This was him. It definitely him. There was solid matter under my hands. I could feel him. It wasn't a figment of my imagination.

My arms were around him suddenly, my face pressed into his chest, and I just stood there, smelling him, relishing in his being.

Randy….my Randy was alive. He was alive and so was I an that's all I had wanted in the first place.

I didn't realize I was crying until Randy withdrew slightly and stooped so that we were face to face.

And then he wiped the tears away.

"What a touching reunion."

I looked over his shoulder with a start to see Gale Weather's standing there, looking at us, a slight smirk on her face.

So she was alive too. And she had a gun in her hand.

"Where the hell did you find that?"

My voice cracked as I spoke, and I moved carefully around Randy.

"Oh?" She looked at it before holding it out to me. "He tried to shoot me with it."

I closed my hand around the cold steel, shivering slightly. If I had had this then I could have just shot Stu. Sidney could have just shot Billy.

The sound of skin hitting skin from behind me made me whip around, gun automatically coming up in front of me, safety off, ready to be fired.

Sidney had recoiled, and Billy was sitting up, fist raised. He had punched her, obviously when she wasn't looking

I exhaled before shooting, the shot ringing clear throughout the house as it hit Billy in the throat, making him fall back.

"Is he dead?"

Sidney asked, sitting up after a few moments. I moved forward carefully, still holding the gun.

"No. Standard horror movie rules dictate that this is the moment when the killer comes back to life for one final scare."

As if on cue, Billy sprang up, only to be sent back down by me unloading a bullet into his brain.

"Not in my movie."

I raised my eye to look at the three of them evenly, exhaustion suddenly sweeping over me.

This was it. It was over. I was done.

All I wanted to do now was sleep and forget that this had all happened. I wanted to leave and never, ever think about it again.

But I knew that would never happen.

Author's Note:

It has certainly been a while since I updated, and I apologize for it. Things have been in a frenzy for me these past few months. Senior year has started for me, and I've been made president of the Thespian Club. I am currently failing economics and I recently broke up with my boyfriend on nine-months. This isn't an attempt to make excuses. I was fully aware that I should have worked on this story at some point but I was in no mood to write. But finally, her it is. Only one more short chapter after this. I am going to open a question and answer session after this, where you can ask me any question that you happen to have. Or, you can follow me on tumblr at and ask me questions there. Regarding this chapter, I am truly pleased with Stu's death. I knew I wanted to have Cat kill him. I knew I wanted it to be with a sledge hammer. It turned out precisely the way I wanted it. Billy's death, however was another thing entirely. Originally I had planned to just have Sidney kill him, but I knew if she did then it would make the two girls mirror each other, and I didn't want that. I wanted Cat to be set apart somehow. This isn't Sidney's story, it's Cat's. I wanted this to therefore be more evidence of that.