CHAPTER TWELVE
Stu wrapped his arms around his girlfriend's sister, trying to get her to stop shaking.
"I probably should be dead. Idiots left the knife in though, so I didn't bleed out." Stu explained.
"Indie is-"
Sydney didn't get to finish her sentence because Billy came back and punched Stu unconscious.
"Say hello to your mother!" Billy giggled, getting ready to kill Sydney.
Gale shot Billy, causing him to fall backwards. "Guess I remembered the safety that time, you bastard!"
Helping Stu up, Sydney looped her arm around his waist to keep him steady.
"Careful, this is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life for one last scare." Stu warned, his knowledge of horror movies coming in handy. As predicted, Billy popped back up but Sydney shot him before he could move.
"Not in my movie." Sydney smirked.
Neal Prescott burst out the closet, frightening the trio that was still left alive.
"Dad." Sydney wept, leaping to her father's aid. "Stu, help me out!"
Together, the two teenagers pulled the masking tape and the rope off of Neal, freeing him.
"You okay?" Sydney fretted.
"Yeah. Where's Indie?" Neal asked his youngest daughter, noticing the absence of the other twin.
"No!" Stu strangled out once he noticed the look on Sydney's face. "Not my Indie!"
"They killed her." Sydney whispered, her voice breaking as the tears started to fall.
Before Stu could run to find the fallen body of his girlfriend, the police arrived with ambulances in tow. Stu was wheeled off on a gurney due to his wound whilst Sydney, Gale and Neal were able to walk out on their own.
"We have three DOA's." Stu heard a police announce into his radio and the tears fell harder when he heard his girlfriend was officially dead.
She was gone. The two serial killers had murdered her. Once inside the ambulance, Stu was hooked up to all sorts and the last thing he remembered was the beeping of the heart monitor before he fell asleep.