Chapter Five: Let's get this Show on the Road

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N/A: What is this witch craft? Me updating two days in a row!? Again, thank you for your patience it means a lot. We're getting down to the wire! Enjoy the story!

The door opens someone walking. I wasn't sure how late or even early it was. I had found myself with my head lying on, Randy's bed, with something a blanket draped over my back. My hand was still holding onto his. Letting his go, I sat up in my chair, already feeling the effects of how I was sleeping last night.

"Hello, sorry I didn't mean to wake you." The nurse says.

"You're okay." I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and stretching my arms out. "Thank you for taking care of him. How is he?"

"He seems to be doing good. Vitals are all the same, oxygen levels are steadily rising." She smiles, as she puts something into his IV. "Don't worry, I'm just giving him more morphine."

I smiled, as she reassured me.

"What time is it?" I asked, still a little dazed from sleep.

"Roughly around, seven o'clock at night."

My eyes widen, shocked I was able to slept here all day.

"It's okay. Your friends told me what a day you had, and we decided to let you sleep here."

"I didn't mean to pry. Thank you for letting me stay with him."

"Trust me Hun, you did not pry at all. It's sweet that you stayed with him. You two are cute together."

I smiled, not wanting to let her know we aren't dating. There was a knock on the door. We turn towards the door, standing there was, Dewey.

"Hello, how's he doing?" He asks the nurse.

She explains to him what she explained to me just a few minutes ago. She exits, letting know with the morphine in Randy's system, will keep him sleeping for most of the day. We thanked her as she leaves the room. I adjust the blanket around me tightly.

"Thought you might need this." He hands me a coffee cup.

"Thanks." I greatly accepted the warm drink.

He sits down in the chair across from me.

"How are you?" He asks.

"Sore, from sleeping in the chair."

"I bet you are."

"Are the others still here?"

"No, they all went back to campus. We're putting Sid into protective custody. I want you to go with her."

I looked at him ridiculously.

"You're kidding, right?"

He shakes his head slowly.

"I'm not going. You promised me that, WE, would catch this guy, together." I tell him, getting a little angry.

"Tiffany, you need to go and I'm telling you that you have to. I'm not going to argue about this."

"I'm not going, Dewey. I promised him," I pointed to Randy. "I would make this guy pay. How am I going to do that, when I am locked up in someplace."

"You aren't going to jail, just a safe house. Sidney is going and Hallie is going with her."

"The killer specifically told me, that Sidney is the main target, not me. So, why would I go with Sidney, when I can go with you to find this, son of a bitch."

"Because I promised your parents I would keep you safe."

"I'm a grown woman, Dewey, I don't need anyone's protection."

He breathes in deeply, looking defeated. Good, I won this round. He looks up at me, giving me a bit of a glare.

"Fine. I came in here to let you know that Gale and I are going to the video lecture hall."

"For what?"

"Gale's cameraman was filming everything. So, she thinks that maybe we caught him on camera. We are going to one of the lecture halls to go through the footage."

"You think that it'll work?" I ask, a little hope in my voice.

"We're going to have to find out." He stands up. "I'll wait for you outside."

He leaves the room. I look over at Randy's sleeping form. Looking at him this way, makes my blood boil. I really wanted to catch this bastard.

"Don't worry Randy, I'm going to catch this guy. I'll see you soon."

Leaning down, I kissed his cheek. Smiling to myself, 'I wonder what he would say if he was awake.'

I met Dewey outside the hospital. He didn't seem to happy with this, but I wasn't giving him any other choice. We flagged down a taxi to go back to the campus. We told the cab driver where to drop us off at and he took us directly to the lecture hall. Pulling up on the curb, I could see Gale waiting for us. We get out and Dewey pays the driver.

"Thanks." Dewey says.

"No problem," The driver replies, driving away.

"How you doing, Tiffany?" She asks.

"Feeling a little sore from sleeping in a hospital chair." I said, rubbing my neck. "Randy is fine. Making a good recovery."

She smiles and has a show of relief in her face.

"Who's ready to get this show on the road?" Dewey asks, standing next to us.

He bends down, grabbing a duffle bag that was next to Gale. We all walk into the building, finding the video archives room.

"Here we go! Video archives." I announced

Dewey tries the door.

"It's locked." Dewey said.

"Can you pick it?" Gale asks.

"That would be breaking and entering."

"No shit. What's down there?" Gale asks,

I turn around and seen a door opened. Looking into a lecture hall, I could tell on the stage there was a television and VCR set hooked up. The three of us go down to the stage and looked around. Good, no one else here.

"Now, we're getting somewhere." Dewey says.

We all smiled at each other.

"Perfect!" Gale said.

Gale and Dewey unload the tapes, Dewey accidentally drops one of the tapes and as Gale and Dewey both go to pick up the tape, they bumped heads. I rolled my eyes, knowing that Dewey still has a crush on this woman.

"Ouch!"

"I'm sorry. Are you ok?" Dewey asks, rubbing his head.

"Yeah, ow."

Dewey and Gale grab the tape at the same time while they stare at each other for a minute. I roll my eyes again, still looking around being a little paranoid being in this empty room. Dewey takes the tape and puts it into the VCR, we scan through the tape, seeing footage from the press conference, etc. Dewey stops in on an earlier argument they had with each other earlier today.

"You're cute when you're angry." Gale mumbles.

I tried not to groan too loudly.

"I was being rude. I was being rude and insensitive." Dewey admits.

"Hey Dewey, I'm sorry, hey, look I never meant to hurt you." Gale apologizes.

It was silent as I was looking around the empty theater. I so happened to see out of the corner of my eye, Gale and Dewey kissing. My heart ached, I wanted to be with Randy seeing them like that. Seconds later, there was a slight thud behind us.

There was another television behind us that came on. Different footages of all of the killers' victims were flashing different scenes. Even Randy's. He was running towards one, as you can see me running the opposite direction.

"Dewey, Gale!" I yelled, getting their attention.

"That's not my footage." Gale responds.

I looked around the lecture hall, seeing a quick figure popping their head through the window, up at the control room.

"Look, up there!" I shout.

"No Dewey! Don't!" Gale yells.

Before I could react, Dewey runs up into the control room.

"Dewey!" I yell.

Dewey comes out of the room.

"There's no one here." He says.

"Tiff, behind you!"

"Ahhh!" Gale and I scream.

I was able to jump back as he swings his knife at me.

"Gale, get out of here!" I yell at her.

She doesn't hesitates and sprints out of the room. I distract the killer by, hitting him in the head with a phone that was sitting nearby. I make this for my escape, running out of the lecture hall, I noticed Gale standing by a door that she managed to find open. Why she didn't leave, is beyond me? I ran towards her.

It was completely dark in this room, without thinking we turned on the lights and found ourselves in a sound room. I seen another room and guide Gale towards it. Just in time because, the killer comes in after us. I don't think he seen us, as we hid behind one of the soundproof walls. Gale pokes her head around the wall, immediately pulling her head back. We maneuvered between walls. Gale nudges my arm and points her chin towards a door. I nod and we run to the door, shutting it quietly behind us.

"Fuck!" Gale says quietly.

Of course, there wasn't a lock on this door!

We look around, but there wasn't anything in the room to use as a weapon. We hid behind a video shelf, keeping an eye on the door.

"Gale!"

We both jump, looking behind as we see Dewey being stabbed in the back. The killer slams Dewey against the glass, blood pouring from his mouth.

"No!" We scream.

We look up from Dewey's sliding body, to see the killer run to the door for our room. Gale pushes over a cabinet to block the door as the killer's bloody knife is swinging everywhere from the crack he managed to get from the door. The killer stops swinging his knife and grabs a stool from the other room and throws it at the glass window.

"Ahh! No!" Gale screams.

The stool thankfully didn't break the glass since the window is used with plexiglass. The killer bangs against the window. Making us both scream in fright. Gale is squatting down trying to cover her ears, while I stand protectively over her. Hoping and praying, that this plexiglass doesn't break. I look down at Gale, who's still in a squatting position. When I looked back at the window, the killer was gone.

"Gale."

Gale looks up and notices the killer is gone. She stands up and we slowly move towards the plexiglass to see if the killer is still out there. We seen the door was open. Since the other door was blocked, there was a back door that we were able to get out of.

We just exited the room, when we ran into Cotton Weary. After our jump scare, looking at Cotton more, his hands were covered in blood, as well a little smeared on his neck.

"Stay back!" Gale shouts.

I glared at him, shielding Gale behind me.

"This isn't what you think. I just found Dewey, I tried to help him."

"Gale, run. Get help." I tell her for the second time that night.

"Not without you."

I was still glaring and keeping my eye on Cotton. I had a feeling it was him in the past, but now I'm a little surprise it is him. How I didn't see this coming, was beyond me.

"Gale, please get out of here."

If I couldn't protect Dewey, I was going to protect her. For him.

"Tiff, you have to believe me, it's not me. I was trying to help, Dewey. This isn't what it looks like."

"Tiffany, come one."

With no other choice, I let Gale drag me with her and out of the building. Meanwhile, I was making sure Cotton wasn't following us.