CHAPTER SEVEN
Billy had called Stu and Indie and asked to meet somewhere so the trio decided to go torment Randy at the video store.
"Oi, Billy." Indie called.
"What?"
"Can you go and find some good horror movies? And keep on eye on Stu whilst I go talk to Randy, please." Indie smiled sweetly.
"Whatever you say, Princess."
"Ass." Indie muttered, swatting her friend on the shoulder.
Despite him being a part of the group, Randy hardly talked to Indie because Stu and Billy were always with her and although he would never admit it, Billy frightened him. However, Indie was alone whilst Stu was looking at some movies elsewhere.
"Now, that's in bad taste." Randy commented coming up behind Indie.
"Pardon?"
"If you were the only suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you
be standing in the horror section?" Randy questioned.
The two of them turned to look at Billy who was having a conversation with Stu about which film was better out of the ones they had picked.
"It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything."
"Your sister doesn't seem to think so. He's got killer printed all over his forehead." Randy said, the most confident he had ever been around Indie.
"Oh really, how come the cops let him go, smart guy?" Indie flicked him on the head.
"Because they obviously they don't watch enough horror movies. This is standard horror movie stuff. Prom night revisited." Randy stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why would he want to kill his own girlfriend?"
"There's always some stupid bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend."
"Get your head out the films, Randy." Indie rolled her eyes before going back to browse the movies. Unfortunately, Randy followed Indie and kept accusing Billy of being a killer.
"Well, what's his reason then?" Indie challenged.
"Maybe Sydney wouldn't have sex with him?"
"Is she saving herself for you?" Stu growled, coming up behind Indie protectively, causing the girl to jump.
"Maybe. Now that Billy tried to mutilate her. Do you think Syd
would go out with me?"
"No, Randy. I don't think she'd want to go out with you. Maybe because you're talking about her sex life." Indie responded, walking off to find Billy.
"You know who I think it is? I think it's her father. Why can't they find her pops, Man?" Stu whispered, not wanting Indie to overhear otherwise he'd be in the doghouse.
"Because he's probably DEAD! His body will come popping up in the last reel or something. Eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeth knocked out! The police are always off track with this shit!" Randy argued. "There's a formula to it. A VERY SIMPLE FORMULA! EVERYBODY'S A SUSPECT!" Randy started yelling.
Everyone in the store turned to stare at them and Stu made crazy signs with his hands, gesturing towards Randy.
"I'm telling you, The dad's a red herring. It's Billy!"
Unbeknownst to the two teenagers, Billy and Indie were creeping up behind them. Billy grabbed Randy by the collar and pulled him close, enjoying the scared look on his face.
"How do we know the killer's not you, huh? Huh?"
"Hi Billy." Randy whimpered.
"Maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button. Ever
think of that?"
You're absolutely right I'm first to admit it. If this was a scary movie I would be the chief suspect."
Indie had lost her patience with the three boys and walked up to the counter with the DVDS in her arms, ready to pay for them. All three of them were being ridiculous. The killer wasn't Billy, it wasn't the twins' father and it wasn't Randy. Whoever the killer was, they were clearly deranged and twisted. Not someone Indie knew and trusted.