Chapter 11: Payback

She wanted to know where he was now! The door on the other side made click and she locked it again. Then the other door clicked and she locked it again. But she was so busy with that, that she hadn't noticed that the back of the car opened. The radio went on and not the music radio, but the one with a speaker. Bella took it in her hands and said: 'Hello! Help me, please! I'm at Sammy Baker's house, Langton Street 216. Please! He's going to kill me!'

Ghost Face was behind her and he took her neck. Bella couldn't breathe for a moment and she cried. She struggled with him, but she could free herself for a minute when he tried to get his knife again. She gave him a stamp with her knee and his head hit the roof. She unlocked the door behind her and she fell out of the car.

She got up and ran to the house, but turned around to see if he was following. No one was there! But she didn't trust it so she ran after all and took the gun out of Charlie's pocket.

'Bella!' yelled someone.

Bella turned to the person and saw that Eric was coming through the garden.

'Bella, we have to get the fuck out of here.'

'Stop right there!' screamed Bella and she pointed the gun at Eric.

'Don't shoot! It's me, Bella! I found Jessica when I wanted to grab a beer! She's death! I think Sammy did it!'

Sammy came racing through the garden and yelled at Eric: 'Don't listen to him, Bella!'

'Stay back! Both of you!'

Sammy stepped closer to Eric: 'You killed my girlfriend, man!'

'I didn't do it', said Eric and he tried to run, but his leg hurt because Esmé had accidentally drove against it and it hurt like hell.

Eric was pushed of the porch by Sammy and that last one walked over to Bella. 'Bella, give me the gun!'

'He did it, Bella!' yelled Eric while he got up and jumped on the porch. He pointed at Sammy.

'I didn't do it! You did!' yelled Sammy back and pointed back at Eric.

Bella pointed the gun at Sammy, then at Eric. She couldn't decide. They were both friends and one of them was the killer! She stepped backwards until she was inside the house. 'Fuck you both!' screamed Bella and she slammed the door.

'No, Bella! Open up!' said the two of them, while they kept knocking on the door.

'Go away!' said Bella and she cried. 'Leave me alone', was the only thing she said in a whisper after it got quiet.

She suddenly heard a moan and she looked from where it came. It was coming from upstairs and she looked up. At the top of the stairs was Mike. His blood-red T-shirt was hanging around his body like a dress.

'Bella', he said. And he tried to come down the stairs, but he fell down it.

Bella ran to him and asked: 'Mike, are you alright?'

'I'm okay', replied Mike, but not in a hurting way.

'I thought you were dead', said Bella in a shiver.

'I'm okay, Bella', said Mike again.

Bella pulled him carefully up and tried to let him stand. Mike asked: 'Are you okay, Bella?'

'We got to have help', said Mike and he reached for the door.

'No, he's out there', said Bella and stood in front of the door.

'Then give me the gun, Bells.'

Bella's heart skipped a beat when she heard Jake's nickname again. She was going to tell him that it belonged to Jacob, but right then, she couldn't. She gave the gun to Mike and when he could finally stand for himself, she let loose. She stood behind Mike who opened the door.

Eric came in and he said: 'Sam got crazy, man! He's gone mad!' He walked into the hall and turned to the two. Bella looked at him because she wasn't so sure if Sam was it… or Eric.

Mike turned to Eric and said: 'We all go a little mad sometime.' He whispered it and he pointed the gun at Eric. He had a weird grin on his face and Bella was getting scared of it.

'No, Mike!' said Bella who tried to grab the gun, but she failed. "Fuck" was the only thing that Eric said when he got shot a second before that. Blood came down from his chest. He fell against the wooden pillar of the stairs and it was smashed. He fell down on the ground. Blood dripped on the carpet underneath him.

Bella ran to Eric and she looked if he was okay. But when she didn't hear a response, except moaning, she got up and turned slowly to Mike.

'Anthony Perkins in "Psycho"', said Mike and he tried to rub a rash of his head with the gun. Mike let his finger run over his "wounds" and putted some of the red substance in his mouth. 'Hmmm… corn syrup! Some thing as they used in "Carrie".'

Bella shook her head when she couldn't believe that Mike was the killer after all. She ran towards the kitchen door, but ran into Sammy. She cried and said: 'Sam, help me please!'

Sammy took something out of his pocket and said something in it. 'Surprise, Bella!' His voice was suddenly weird, different, it was like Ghost Face. Bella let loose on Sammy's shirt and she stepped slowly backwards. She looked at the two guys. She suddenly went forward and pushed Sammy aside. She ran into the kitchen, but Mike took the other way around.

'What's the matter, Bella? Looks like you've seen a ghost!' said Mike who had the white thing now in his hand.

Bella ran to the kitchen sink and asked: 'Why are you doing this?'

'It's all a game, Bella!' replied Sammy.

'It's called: Guess how I'm gonna die!' replied Mike while he pointed the gun at .

'Fuck you!' yelled Bella at Mike.

'Oh no, no, no, no!' said Mike softer. He handed the thing and the gun to Sammy. 'We've already played that game.' Sammy gave him the large knife and Bella turned around to the sink. 'Remember, you lost!'

'It's a fun game, Bells. We ask you a question and if you get it wrong… BAM!... you die!' said Sammy.

'You hear it, Bella? You die!'

'You're crazy! Both of you!' said Bella.

'We prefer the term psychopaths!' said Sammy.

'You're not getting away with this', said Bella in a whisper.

Sammy's and Mike's faces were suddenly dead serious. 'Oh no', whispered Mike back. 'Tell that to Waylon. You wouldn't believe how easy it was to frame him.' Bella's eyes went open and her heart skipped a beat, but not from love… from horror!

'We watched a few films, took a few notes…' Sammy laughed during his phrase, 'it was fun.'

Bella wanted to faint, but when she tried, Mike caught her and he placed her back in front of her.

'Why?' she asked in a whisper. 'Why did you kill my mother?'

'Why?' replied Mike calm. 'WHY? Do you hear that? She wants a motive.' He turned back to Bella. 'I don't really believe in motives, Bella. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?'

'No', replied Sammy while he ate an apple.

'Did anyone ever explained why Hannibal Lecter turned into a cannibal?' said Mike. 'It's a lot scarier when there's not motive, Bells! We did your mom a favor, Bella. That woman was slut back whore! She flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone.'

'And let's be fair: she was not Sharon Stone', said Sammy while he took another bite from his red apple.

'Isn't that a motive enough for you?' said Mike. He pushed the knife carefully against his teeth and thought. 'How about this…' He waited a while until he told what it was… 'Your fucking mom was fucking my dad. And she's the reason my mom left out and abandoned me.'

Bella could see the pain in his eyes and she suddenly felt for him. She felt the pain with him. But then her mind went back to the damage he all occurred to her friends. HER friends! Not her mother's friends! No, her friends!

'How is that for a motive? Sammy will agree with me because being abandoned by someone seriously does damage some people. I mean, you fucked a psychopath killer, Bella', said Mike.

'That's right', said Sammy enthusiastic. 'You're not longer a virgin anymore.' Sammy laughed and giggled, but when he stopped, he took his gun and pointed at Bella. 'Now you have to die. Those are the rules!'

'Just pretend that it's only a scary movie', said Mike, 'how do you think it's going to end?'

'Oh! This is the greatest part!' screamed Sammy and laid his gun on the table behind him, near the door that led to the hall. 'We've got a surprise for you, Bella!' Sammy walked towards the door in the kitchen that led to the basement. 'Yeah, you're gonna love this one! It's a scream, baby! But just hold on a second. I'll be right back!'

'You know what time it is, Bella?' asked Mike when Sammy had left the scene. 'It's after midnight. It's your mom's anniversary! Congratulations. We've killed her exactly one year ago today.' He had whispered the whole thing and Bella was getting nervous.

Sammy came back into the kitchen and had a person with him. 'What's behind door number three?'

'Uncle Charles!' screamed Bella and tried to free herself. She looked at her uncle who was tied up and there was a dirty handkerchief in his mouth. His clothes were all messed up and there was blood on it. Probably his!

'Wait!' said Mike who pulled her back into his strong arms. 'Hold it! That's enough!'

Sammy took the white machine thing and said through it: 'Guess we wouldn't need this anymore!' He putted it in the pocket of Charles' jacket. 'And we don't need this anymore too.' Sammy took the cell phone of Charles' and putted that also in a pocket.

'Do you know now how the story is going to end?' asked Mike.

'Come on, Bella! Think about it now! Your uncle is the chief suspect! We've cloned his phone. It's the anniversary of your mom's death and he wants to take revenge or something!'

'And he murders everyone in a freaky way!' said Mike in her ear.

'Except for Mike and me because he leaves us for death!'

'Then he kills you', said Mike while he putted the knife in front of Bella's chest, 'and shoots himself through his head! Perfect ending!'

'I thought of that', said Sammy while he giggled and smiled like a little child.

'Watch this', whispered Mike and let go of Bella. He walked over to Sammy and said: 'Ready?'

'Bring it, baby! Hit it!' yelled Sammy and putted his arms up. Mike smiled at him and Sammy screamed: 'Come on!'

Mike smiled even more at Sammy and then plunged the knife into Mike's side. Bella squealed and jumped in fear. Sammy screamed and cried. He moaned something: 'Come on, man. Jesus!' It hurt as hell and Bella looked at Mike's face. Hers was full with horror, but Mike's full with pleasure! He loved to kill someone. Suddenly, the pain she felt for him when he said that her mother had "slept" with his father was gone. The only thing she cared about now was to get away from those two crazy teenage boys.

'My turn', said Sammy. He held his hand in front of his wound, but blood came dripping through it. Mike looked back at him and his smile was gone.

'Don't forget', said Mike. 'Stay at the side and don't go too deep.'

'Don't worry', replied Sammy. 'I'll remember.'

Mike turned to Bella and smiled. He wanted to smile at her while he was stabbed. Sammy shot his hand forward and the knife entered his body too. Mike screamed and yelled: 'Fuck!' He turned towards the kitchen table in the middle of the kitchen and held his hand in front of the wound. 'Fuck! God dam nit, Sam!'

'Sorry, Mike. I guess I got a little too overzealous', replied Sammy. Bella looked at him when he looked at her with the most devious eyes she had ever seen.

'Give me the knife', said Mike. He breathed in and out while he still held his hand in front of his stab wound.

'No', replied Sammy in a funny way.

'Give me the knife!' said Mike and he putted his hand out. Bella watched closely at the two's movements and then exchanged a look with her uncle. He looked at her with eyes that said clearly: what the heck is going on with those two dipshits! 'NOW!' yelled Mike.

Sammy gave Mike the knife and then looked at Bella: 'You see, Bella. Everybody dies except for us. Everybody dies, but us! We get to carry on.' Mike looked at Sammy and then at his wound. He looked at the knife again. 'We can plan the sequel, because that's basic baby these days! You got to have a sequel.'

Bella closed her eyes, but suddenly there was the sound of a knife stabbing into someone. The sound repeated itself and Bella opened her eyes with the phrase: 'You've seen to many horror films!'

'Now Bells! Movies don't create psychos! Movies make psychos more creative!' replied Mike and he plunged his knife again in Sammy's body, only this time in his right arm.

'Stop it, Mike!' asked Sammy. 'That's enough! I can't take it anymore. I'm feeling lousy air, man!' He almost fell over his own feet. But Mike placed the knife on his chin and said to him to take the gun. Sammy was fine with it and he turned around. He stepped to the table behind him, near the door and looked at the table. His eyes went wide open and he couldn't breathe for a second. 'Uh, Houston! We have a problem here!'

Mike – who was threatening Bella with the knife – looked up and asked: 'What?'

'The gun, man! The gun! I putted it right here', answered Sammy. He cried: 'and now it's gone, man!'

Mike walked over to the table and was closer to the door then Sammy. 'Then were the fuck is it?'

'Right here, asshole!' said Esmé. She pointed the gun at Mike who was looking at it with big eyes.

'I thought she was dead', said Mike to Sammy.

'She looked dead, man. She still does', replied Sammy and couldn't help but smile at that last part. Normally Bella should've done that too if it came to Esmé, but right now, Esmé was the only one who could save her and her dad.

'I've got an ending for you', said Esmé. She was shaking like a leaf, but still pointed the gun at Mike forcefully. 'The reporter left for dead in the news van… comes too. She tumbles on you two assholes, finds the gun, voiles your plan and saves the day.'

'I like that ending', said Bella. She smiled at Esmé who smiled back at her.

Mike saw that and whispered to Esmé: 'I know something you don't.' Mike came closer to Esmé.

Esmé stepped backwards and pulled the trigger, but the gun didn't shoot. She tried again while stepping backwards, but it didn't work. Mike took her hand with the gun in it in his hand and pushed with his right foot Esmé out of the house. She fell with her head against a pole. Her eyes closed and she fell down on Charlie.

'Yeah, man!' yelled Sammy.

'Oh, so sweet', said Mike while he walked out of the house. 'It works better without the safety pawl.' He shook his head while his neck made a few cracking noises. He got up and stepped backwards towards the entrance of the house. He pointed the gun at Esmé and said: 'This is Esmé signing off.'

'Oh, Bella, you're gonna love this', said Sammy and turned his head back to the kitchen. His eyes almost fell out of his head and his mouth dropped open. 'Shit!'

Mike turned his face to him. 'What?'

Sammy looked back into the kitchen and ran to the sink. He looked around him. Behind the table, under the table, behind another door… It didn't help because Bella was gone. And not only Bella! Her father wasn't on the floor anymore.

'Where are they?' asked Mike.

Sammy's eyes went a bit weird. He leaned against the wall and said: 'I don't know, man. I'm not feeling good, right now.'

Mike walked over the living room. He pointed his gun around him. Sammy stumbled his way to the table a few centimeters away from him. It was were a phone laid on it. It rang all of a sudden. Mike looked behind him and darted his gun at it. Sammy didn't know what to do and just stood there.

'Shall I wait until the machine gets it?' asked Sammy.

Mike stepped up to it and picked it up while holding the gun in his hand. 'Hello?'

'Are you alone in the house?' asked a strange voice. Mike immediately knew what was going on.

'Bitch! You bitch! Where the fuck are you?'

'Not so fast', said Bella through the voice thing. 'We're gonna play a little game. It's called…', Bella didn't want to speak through that thing anymore and went on without it, '… Guess who just called the police to report your sorry mother fucking ass!'

Sammy went down on his knees and he cuffed up some blood. Mike saw it and putted the end of the gun on Sammy's head.

'Find her, you dipshit! Get up!' he yelled.

'I can't, Mike. I can't! I think I'm dying here, man,' replied Sammy.

Mike looked around and he had a sudden idea: 'Talk to her.' He laid the phone in the palm of Sammy's hand while he walked around the kitchen. He opened every door even those under the sink.

Sammy laid the phone between his cheek and his shoulder so he wouldn't have to hold it all the time. 'Hello?' he finally asked.

'Ah, Sammy. Sammy, Sammy. What's your motive? Mike has got one. The police are on their way. What are you going to tell them?'

'Fear pressure', replied Sammy. 'And I…'

Mike ripped the phone out of Sammy's hand. 'I'm going to rip you like Jack the Ripper! Just like your fucking mother!'

'You've gotta find me first, you pansy-ass momma's boy!'

'FUCK!' screamed Mike and he threw the phone away. It landed on Sammy's head and it hurt like hell.

'You hit me with a phone, dick!' screamed Sammy at him while the blood dripped out of his mouth.

'Where the fuck are you?' yelled Mike.

Sammy took the phone again in his hand. 'Did you really call the police?'

'You bet your sorry ass I did', answered Bella.

Tears began to blink in the corners of his eyes. 'My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me!' he cried.

Mike ripped the sofa open. Then the pillows and threw everything back and forth. The table behind him must have had its best time because it broke when he smacked his hand into it. He opened closets and smacked some things out to see if she was getting scared by that. Then something hit him! He looked into the hallway and walked over to the door under the stairs. He opened it slowly with the tip of his gun. He looked behind and next to him. He heard the scream of Jamie Lee Curtis on the television.

Ghost Face appeared and planted the sharp end of an umbrella in his chest. Mike screamed and dropped the knife on the carpet. He also dropped his gun just before Ghost Face stabbed him another time with the umbrella. Mike fell on the floor screaming in pain while those two little round wounds were bleeding. Ghost Face took his mask off. It was Bella!

She picked up the gun and disabled it. She ripped the Ghost Face cloth of her body.

Suddenly, Sammy ran up to her. She was shocked and tried to back away. He took her arms in his hands and pushed her on the ground. Bella pushed him over her so she was above him. She punched him in his vital parts. It hurt, but Sammy was a bit used to that. He always got that when a girl was mad at him. He punched her in the face. She flew off of him and got up. Sammy got up too and took her in his arms. He pushed her over the sofa. They bumped very hard against the low table in the living room. He landed on top of her. He forced her pants open.

'I've always had a thing for you, Bella!' yelled Sammy while he held her down with his hands. She opened her mouth and bit Sammy's left hand very hard. Her teeth felt the bone underneath the flesh.

She smacked a vase full of flowers against the back of his head. He fell on the ground beside her, a bit dopey. Bella got up and saw the television. She stepped to it – it was only one meter away – and pushed against it.

'In your dreams, Sam!'

Sammy screamed "no", but it was too late. The television landed on his head. He tried to push it off while the electricity hit him. He floundered a lot, but big shocks went through his body until he just laid there. Lifeless.

Bella walked back to the hallway. She gave a small look at Mike. He laid there with his eyes closed. Blood around and on him.

She kneeled down beside him and picked up the mask. It didn't scare her anymore. The psychopaths were dead now. Someone laid a hand on her shoulder. She stumbled back and screamed. She wasn't prepared for this. But when she looked at the person, she was relieved.

'Eric!'

'Sorry, sorry!' said Eric to her.

'Oh my god, Eric! I thought you were dead', explained Bella.

'I probably should be. I never thought I'd be so happy to be a virgin.'

'Fucker!' screamed a male voice.

Suddenly, someone smacked his fist against Eric's nose and Eric fell on the ground again. Bella looked at the person behind her and saw Mike. He pushed her on the ground. He held her there with his big hands. Bella tried to push him away with her arms, legs and hands. She used everything she thought off. But it didn't work. He moved his hand to her throat and was ready to choke her.

'Say hello to your mother', Mike said.

This made Bella so mad that she found a way to stop him for a moment. She pushed her finger into the little round hole near his heart. He screamed. He put his hand up and Bella noticed the large knife. She screamed when he was letting the knife down.

A gunshot went off. Esmé stood in the door opening with the gun of Charlie in her hands.

Mike flew backwards on the ground. He cuffed and cuffed. Blood dripped out of his nose, mouth and wounds again. He moved backwards. He wanted to survive. He had to survive. It was his plan. Everyone had to die besides him. He didn't care for Sammy at all anymore. He must survive. But his hand fell down on the ground and his dead eyes gazed at Bella.

Bella got up and looked at Esmé. Esmé saved her! She picked Eric up. He felt his nose pounding like hell. It blooded so hard! Eric and Bella walked over to Esmé. Esmé just stood there. Thinking of what she just did. She didn't know what to do. The only thing she knew was that she killed somebody.

'It's okay', said Bella to her. It had a friendly sound in it. Bella took the gun out of her hand.

Esmé looked at Mike. She stumbled forward and said: 'Guess I removed the safety that time, you bastard!'

Bella walked over to Mike too. She held the gun tightly in her hand. She wasn't letting it go until she was sure everything was safe. She used her right foot to see if he was alive or not by pushing it against his leg. Nothing happened at all. Bella, Esmé and Eric stood there.

'Be careful. This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare', whispered Eric into their ears.

They looked at Mike. Mike flew up in one second. Esmé and Eric screamed and backed away. Bella didn't! She shot him right through his brain. Mike looked at her eyes and fell to the ground instantly.

With a light smile, Bella said: 'Not in my movie!'

Bella turned around, but a noise was heard then. Things flew out of the closet underneath the stairs and someone came through it. Esmé and Eric screamed again while Bella just looked who it was. She had forgotten about him. It was her uncle!

'Uncle!' she said, relieved by the fact that it was him. She walked over to him and tried to untie him. 'Eric, help me out.'

Eric passed Esmé and helped her uncle. Bella removed the tape on his mouth and asked if he was okay. Esmé approached the three when he answered yes.

The sun was already up when the ambulance picked up Charlie. He still lived. One of his fellow police men said: 'Hang on, Charlie.'

'I wanna see Esmé', he whispered while he was laid into the ambulance on the stretcher.

Esmé walked in front of a camera. 'It has to be something like this', she said to one of the cameraman. They were with two. 'Stay with me.'

She turned her microphone on. She didn't notice – or didn't care – that she wasn't made up. Some blood spots were on her face and her hair was messed up. The camera went on and she smiled.

'Hay, this is Esmé Evenson with an exclusive eyewitness account of this amazing breaking story.' She walked back to the house. 'Several more local teens are dead bringing to an end what a heroine mystery of the mask killing that has been terrorizing this peaceful community. Like the plot of some scary movie.'

She passed the police car of Charlie and saw him laying in the ambulance. The doors closed and the ambulance drove away. 'It all began with a scream for 911 and ended in a bloodbath here in Forks. All of this played in this peaceful farm house, far from the violence of the big city.'

She turned her microphone off and looked at the two. 'Come on. Is my picture on camera? This is going to be my break-through.

THE END

I'm so sorry that I didn't upload this in TWO MONTHS. I apologize! I want to say sorry a thousand times.