Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at a Scream Fanfic. I've always thought Billy Loomis was an awesome baddie and never got the ending he deserved, nor the understanding or love. Yeah, I'm sick that way. But anyway...this story is told from the persepect of a girl who was there in Woodsboro when everything went down. Some of the timeframe of the film is stretched out for the stories sake. It gets pretty dark. In fact, I think this is probably the darkest fanfic I've ever written, and that's saying a lot. Let me know what you, the viewers at home think. I've tried very hard to keep everyone in character and I own no one but Gretchen and any other original characters that pop up.

Chapter 2

The school was a beehive of activity the next day. I walked through the halls a bit dazedly myself. I hadn't known Casey or her boyfriend for that matter. They were far richer and more popular than myself, which meant they didn't associate with me, much like the majority of the school truth be told.

I went to my first period class and while the teacher tried some half ass bonding with the students over the great tragedy, I started a new drawing in my notebook This one happened to be of Leatherface preparing to start on his latest batch of people venison. I was inspired what could I say.

By the time enough fake tears had been shed, people were being yanked into the principal's office to talk to the police. When my turn came I realized that Tatum's brother was in there and that the other officers were giving my Famous Monsters t-shirt the once over. I guess they figured anyone who would wear something with Bela Lugosi on it would have to be the murderer.

Since I was still a relative new comer to town and had no kind of ties to the victims, I was let go with a rather lingering pat on the shoulder from the principal and a look of mistrust from Deputy Dewey and his buddies.

I was walking out of the building and heading down the enclosed path that ran between in and the cafeteria when Scott Daniels and his cronies saw me.

Daniels was what would be considered a thug and his gang of three lesser thugs were some of the biggest dicks to walk the halls of Woodsboro High. I'd tangled with them before over the past few months. They loved tormenting me because I was an easy target for a couple reasons. 1. I was a girl, and 2. I was usually alone.

This time being no exception, and all the attention being focused on the deaths of two students, they saw an opportunity.

"Why look it's the Bride of Dracula boys." Daniels rat like face grinned happily and I found myself surrounded by the stench of leather and unwashed young male when his crew trapped me between them. "I wonder if she knows who off'd one of the choicest pieces of ass this school had."

I glared at Scott but didn't say anything. I just wanted to get away from them. But it didn't appear to be in the cards. While the idiot on the left of me, Franklin I think his name was, wrapped his fingers around my wrist, catching my attention, Scott grabbed my messenger bag from my right shoulder. That bag had my sketches, my CD player, CD's, a lot of things that were precious to me that I carried everywhere I went. "Well lookee what I got." He cawed aloud.

I was beyond pissed at this point. I went to hit him, but my other wrist was grabbed and I was held there, struggling to get free while Daniels started rummaging inside my bag. He pulled out my sketchbook and started thumbing through it. "You are one sick fuck Gretchen. Look at this shit boys." He held it out to show his buddies, the page showing my rendition of Michael Myers and PJ Soles in Halloween. It'd done it in pencil, with the only color being the red of the blood. "I bet she did have something to do with it…I wonder what the cops would say to this Gretchen. You think they'd lock you up on suspicion?"

I ground my teeth, but I couldn't stop the words coming out of my mouth. "I don't know Scott, what do you think they'd say to the way you deal out of the back of your car, you piece of shit?" It was mostly pot from what I knew that he sold, but I could tell I'd pushed my luck by threatening him back.

His beady eyes narrowed and he grabbed my chin roughly, leaning in close enough that I could smell the whiskey on his breath along with the heavy odor of cigarettes. "You think you're gonna go babbling to the police about me you sick bitch?"

I glared back at him, but truth be told I was scared. Even though there was no way he'd do anything at the school, besides the fact that there were cops on the grounds, I was still frightened. He'd never been this violent before, and I realized it was probably because he was drunk.

He gave me a stained grin, "You want your bag of crap back, your gonna have to come see me and the boys tonight girlie. I know your little black heart would just break if something happened to this shit you call art. So…come by tonight sometime…you know where."

He shoved me then, at the same time the thugs let go of me and I fell roughly to the ground. My hands were bleeding from catching myself on the rough concrete sidewalk. I turned to watch the small group walking away laughing, my bag under Scott's arm.

My wallet was in there, which would probably be ransacked for the tiny amount of money that was in it. But he was right. My sketchbook meant a lot to me. And the fact that it was my stuff he'd taken, for no reason at all just made me pissed. Reason spoke that I should go to the cops, but if I did that Scott and company would no doubt be even more pissed at me. I sighed, pushing myself to sit on the concrete, my hands throbbing. I really hated Woodsboro right then, I loathed it.

And the fact that Scott Daniels was considered a cool kid and a friend of most of the "popular" kids at the school made my hate for them all even stronger. I said he was a thug, and that was true, but he was that new breed. The kind that dressed in Tommy Hilfiger and looked like a preppie's perfect son, sort of James Spader to the n'th degree.

When he said I knew where, he was right. His dad owned a housing development with model homes that were furnished Scott would use for parties and the like. I guess as long as they were clean and spotless the next day his father didn't care. They were notorious affairs with a lot of drinking, drugs, and the last one a girl was supposedly raped. Of course that story was one of those that no one knew the girls name nor who it was that was supposed to have attacked her, it had become part of the schools mythology. Randy was always happy to share this stuff with me when he had the chance. He did a mean impression of Scott.

I hadn't heard anything in the hallways about a party, so I was guessing this would be a private affair. I got to my feet and brushed myself off, wincing as both my hands and my knee stung. I'd have to go, because I wanted my things back. I wanted my drawings and I wanted to prove to that asshole that I wasn't afraid of him or his kind. I picked up my school books that were strewn along the ground and walked to the next building to wash the blood off my hands. I never noticed the dark figure in the window that was watching me.

At lunch I had no money for food since Scott had taken my bag. I was sitting outside trying to concentrate on my English report when Randy walked up to me. "Hey, why aren't you eating?" He asked me.

I looked up at him and just shook my head. "Dieting." I replied and went back to my book.

"You?" He asked laughing.

I stared him down wondering if I should be offended. "Randy…I swear to God…"

"Here…" He sat down a bag of Doritos next to my books and a can of Dr. Pepper. "Just please tell me you aren't joining the anorexia league."

I couldn't help but smile at the gesture. "Thanks Randy, I'd have hated to have to punch you in the gut."

"If you want you can come over and join us you know." He pointed to where Stu, Tatum, Billy and Sydney were sitting. "I promise that Stu will behave…hopefully."

I looked over at Billy. He was concerned boyfriend right then and I didn't know if it would be wise to disrupt their happy group dynamic.

"Nah, I'll just study Randy. Thanks again though." I replied tearing open the Doritos and munching.

Randy smiled and scampered off. I felt bad for him as I saw the way he watched Sydney and tried in his way to be witty, which I thought was funny, but a girl like her would think was lame and at the most cute in a puppy type of way.

I turned back to my school work and couldn't concentrate. I was beyond tired of the same bullshit everywhere I went. If it wasn't Scott it was the red necks back in Kentucky. If it wasn't them it was the jerk offs in Tennessee. Here in California it was the same thing, just a cleaner cut model.

I took a drink of my soda and studied Billy from across the way. Sydney seemed very distant even from where I sat. It was interesting how, even though she wasn't very tan at all how Billy's looked positively alabaster in comparison. I guessed they didn't spend much time together or at least outside time with one another. Billy was nearly as pale as me, which was saying a lot. I wondered if the reason was the same. I spent all my time holed up indoors watching films, and when I wasn't doing that I was drawing or writing.

For a moment I let the dream that had been plaguing me since the incident at the video store come to my mind. Billy and I were on a couch. A projector flickered across our bodies scenes from a dozen different horror films. We tore at one another's clothes, kissing like crazy and never stopping until we were both bare to one another, a living screen for the films to play upon.

I shook myself from the reverie as I realized Billy was staring back at me. Sydney was talking to Tatum animatedly and didn't realize he'd stopped playing with her hair I guess. His eyes bore into me and I wondered for a moment if he knew what I'd been thinking about. From the expression on his face, he might have because it caused a wave of heat to scorch through me. My skin flushed, I could feel it and I quickly looked away. He'd been staring at me like a wolf eyeing a particularly fluffy sheep. I gathered up my school books and stood to leave, risking one more glance in his direction. He was still staring, but this time the wolf's grin was there as well.