Chapter Six: It'll make one hell of a Movie!

I was running with Gale out of one of the college buildings. Gale was running towards a telephone booth, yelling for help. I could see that someone was inside of the booth, making a phone call. I didn't recognize her at all. All though, she does seem familiar to me.

"Give me the phone!" Gale shouts, yanking the phone out of the woman's hand.

"Gale, I was in the middle of a story!" The woman says.

Oh so, she was a news reporter. But I know her from somewhere else though. I just couldn't place my finger on it.

"I got your god damn story! Operator, give me the police!" Gale shouts.

"What's happening?!" The lady asks.

"Hello, the killer is Cotton Fucking Weary!"

"Cotton Weary?!"

The lady looks to Gale and me. She does a double take looking at me. Does she recognize me, too? Gale is still on the phone, looking around wearily, as I try to figure out who this lady is. It's bothering me so much! Before anything clicks, I felt my hair being tugged tightly and a cold object being pressed against my neck.

"Ahh!" I yell, in agony.

Gale hears me, turning around her eyes going wide. I have no doubt the killer has me in his grasp.

"Drop the phone, Gale."

I look up, the lady from before was pointing a gun at Gale's head. If I wasn't being held with a knife held to my throat, I would try to fight back. I made a promise to, Randy, that I would see him soon. How would I keep that if I was dead. Gale turns around slowly, dropping the phone from her hand, making it dangle from the cord.

"You're the killer?" Gale asks.

"I'm a little surprised, that you didn't figure it out sooner?"

"No, it would make since to work with Cotton."

"Hate to say this, but Cotton isn't my partner."

"No, shit." I said.

I felt a hard tug on my hair, making me whimper in pain.

"I don't think you are in any position to be talking sweety," The lady glares at me and looks at the killer holding me. "I think our favorite guest is waiting for us. Let's go. Move, Gale!"

Without even loosening a grip on me, the killer pushes me forward. I'll say it wasn't easy walking like this. I was afraid if I made one wrong move, the knife would easily slice through my throat. We make it to what looks like a backstage of one of the theater rooms.

The killer holding me, shoves me towards a control panel. He quickly changes his position on me, moving his hand from my hair he covers my mouth. He points his knife at a certain knob on the control panel. After a second of me doing anything, he points his knife at my chest and then at the knob again. Getting his point, I slowly move my hand and turn the knob to the right. Music starts to play, getting louder as I turned the knob up.

The killer had me stop by putting the knife to my throat again. I wasn't sure what we were waiting for, but my question was answered when I heard someone shouting. I wasn't quite clear of who it was since the music was blaring. The killer points his knife at two levers, making me pull them down one at a time. Loud thuds were being heard a few seconds later of me doing that action.

I really wanted to try to get out of this situation but couldn't think of anything without indefinitely getting stabbed. In one swift motion the knife disappeared from my sight, seconds later there was massive pain coming from the back of my head. I felt my knees go out from under me, the edges of my eyes going black. I feel arms catching me and my legs dragging on the floor. I get slumped against a wall, feeling my wrists being tied up.

I was hearing voices and shouting being heard from somewhere. BANG! I was able to managed to open my eyes. Was I knocked out and still being able to hear and feel everything around me? I always see those types of scenes in movies, never thought I would experience it myself. Closing my eyes and shaking the daze, I looked around. I was on the ground; my wrists were tied together. Looking around, it seemed as I was still in the backstage.

"Sidney, you've got a Linda Hamilton thing going on there? No, it's nice, I like it." Someone shouted.

That voice, I recognized it. Sidney is still alive, thank God. I looked to my left and I found the woman, still pointing the gun at, Gale. Gale is scared stiff, too afraid to make a move.

"Get up." She tells me, pointing the gun threating at Gale's back.

I glared at her. Right before I started to get up, a door swings open and Mickey walks out. Mickey, oh thank God!

"Mickey." I said, feeling a little relieved.

Getting a better look at him, he looked like he had been in a bar fight. He also had a black cloak on and a gun pointing out the door.

"You're the other killer." I said, in realization.

Why, was he a killer? This doesn't make any since.

"I'm surprised by all people; you haven't figured it out yet." He tells me. "Get up! I have a surprise for you."

"A little hard with your hands tied up."

I slowly but surely get up, having no other choice to walk over to Mickey. With two friends lives at risk and a promise to keep, I didn't want to take any chances. As I was walking through the door, Mickey shoved me the rest of the way, making me stumble forward falling straight on my face. He pulls me by the back of my collar, forcing me to stand up.

Fully stood up, I was able to focus my sight, Sidney was standing a few feet in front of me in the middle of the stage. Behind her was a giant star with a dead, Derek, tied up to it.

"What do you want, Mickey?" I ask, turning around facing him.

He points the gun at my chest. I wasn't showing any reaction to his actions.

"I am really surprised, that you haven't seen the family resemblance from my late cousin." He states.

I cocked my head to the side slightly, confusion setting in. Trying to figure what in the hell he was talking about.

"Come on! I cant believe not once, did dear ole, Stu, not mention me."

I gasped lightly, in horror, getting the realization of what and who he was referring to.

"No, he, uh, he never did." I stuttered out.

He seemed angry about that.

"I worshipped him, looked up to him, I was the one who got, Stu, into football!" He yells.

There was a noise going on behind us. Turning around, the star that Derek was tied onto was being lifted into the air. Disappearing from sight.

"Now, who's doing that?! Could that be... a mystery guest waiting in the wings?! Told you I had a partner Sid, this surprise cameo just for you!" Mickey says.

The door that we came through, swung open, Gale walks out first.

"Gale." Sidney says, thinking she was the killer, glaring harshly at her.

Gale shakes her head, as the other woman comes walking through the door next.

"Mrs. Loomis?" Sidney asks.

"What?!" Gale and I were surprised.

I knew, I known her from somewhere.

"Billy's mother! Nice surprise Sid, didn't see it coming, did ya?!" Mickey exclaims.

"No, it can't be. I've seen pictures of you." Gale speaks.

"Lose sixty pounds and a lot of work done." Sidney explains.

"It's called a makeover; you should try it. Look a little tired yourself there, Gale!" Mrs. Loomis say.

"So, you two are in this together?" I ask, still trying to make since of everything.

"Yeah, well with both of us wanting revenge for you two killing our family members. Searching for Mrs. Loomis wasn't an easy one to find."

"It's estimated that there are only ninety-seven acting serial killers in the country today. So, Mickey here was quite a find, definitely one on the way up, all he needed was a little guidance and nurturing."

"As only a mother could do." Sidney says.

"Wait until the trial! It is gonna rock!"

"A trial? You want to be caught?" I ask, a little dumbfounded.

"Oh Mickey, there's not going to be a trial!" Mrs. Loomis corrects him.

Mrs. Loomis, then pulls her gun forward and shoots Mickey a few times. Gale takes this time to run, but Mickey's gun fires hitting Gale in the stomach.

"Gale!" Sid and I yell, as Gale falls off-stage.

"Two birds, one stone. Talk about being rational! I'm very sane, my motive isn't as 90's as Mickey's, mine is just plain old revenge. You killed my son! And now I kill you, and I can't think of anything more rational." Mrs. Loomis tells us. "As for you Tiffany,"

She points the gun towards me. Now, I'm a little worried. I don't think Mickey was going to hurt or kill me, but I know Mrs. Loomis will kill me. I was trying not show any emotion, but I knew that she seen the fear in me.

"You're not in my ending."

"You're never gonna get away with this." Sidney says, sounding angrily.

As the gun went off, I was turning around to look at Sidney. Thankfully I think that had worked, as I did feel something graze my arm instead of my chest. I still went down as if I was shot in the chest, taking notes from my acting classes.

"Now, I all need to do is kill you." I hear, Mrs. Loomis growling out.

Good, she bought my act. She was too focused on, Sidney, than to come over to check on me.

"I will be getting away with this, Sidney. Everything is traceable back to Mickey, including the cop gun that he used to kill everyone. You see, let's say that you discovered Mickey was the killer and you got into a huge scuffle, and you shot Mickey. Shot Mickey dead, but not before he got off on one shot at you. So, have I cleared up everything, does anyone have any questions? No, okay, besides, who gives a flying fuck! Let them go and track down the second supposed killer. Debbie Salt doesn't even exist."

"You're as crazy as your son was!"

"What did you just say? Was that a negative remark about my son? About my Billy?"

"No, Billy was fine, Billy was perfect, you did a bang-up job Mrs. Loomis."

"Better watch what you say. Randy spoke poorly of Billy, and I got a little knife happy,"

I clenched my jaw, about hearing that. I wanted to jump up and kill her. I still had to act as if I were dead though.

"You know what I am sick of? I'm sick to death of people blaming the parents. That it all starts with the family! If you should blame someone, why don't you blame your mother! She's the one who stole my husband and broke up my marriage, and then you took my son! You don't know what it is like to be a mother. To love him and guide him.."

"And abandon him! Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?!"

Of course, he was alive. One of the main things about killers are, that they always come back.

I don't know what was going on, as I was hearing a lot of commotion going. I wanted to get up and help but wasn't sure if that was going to be a good idea or not. Ugh, what should I do!?

"Don't you fucking move! God, damn it!"

I squinted my eyes open, thankfully the newcomer was in my line of sight. Cotton, he was holding a gun towards one of the two

"Thank God!" Sidney exclaims, happy to see him.

"Look, I've had a very bad day and I would like to know what the fuck is going on here. Sidney?" Cotton asks.

"Cotton, meet Mrs. Loomis, Billy's mother, she's the killer!" Sidney explains.

"Who's that?"

"The other killer. Mickey."

"Okay, and Tiffany?"

"Mrs. Loomis shot her. Look, Cotton."

"Shut up! Oh, so hi! You're not Debbie Salt, huh, from The Post Telegraph?"

He can't be serious right now.

"I could still help you Cotton." I hear Mrs. Loomis.

"Uh-uh."

"Come on, you don't need her, let me kill her! Then, you're all that's left, you're the star! She sent you to prison for over a year! Personally, I think that's quite poetic."

"No, Cotton, don't you listen to her!" Sidney shouts.

"Woah! Ha ha! Woah! What a predicament you're in Sid. I mean, she does make a good point. I bet that Diane Sawyer interview is looking pretty good right now."

"Consider it done."

A gun shot was heard, and I also heard Sidney scream. I got up as fast as I could, I couldn't lay down, knowing that my friend could really be dead.

"Sidney!" I said, going over to her.

"Woah!" Cotton screams, getting scared by my sudden appearance.

"Tiffany, I thought you were dead." Sidney says.

"I thought I was going to die there too. She only grazed my arm."

We look at Cotton, still pointing the gun.

"That was intense. Look Sid, you know I would never hurt you." Cotton says.

"Cotton, give me the gun." Sidney says, walking towards him.

"Ok, yeah, sure."

Sidney takes the gun and kneels down to see if Mrs. Loomis is dead.

"Look Sid, maybe we should discuss about what went on here, get our stories straight..."

A hand from below grabbing Sidney's hand, making all three of us jump.

"Could someone get me out here!" Gale yells out.

"Gale, are you alright?" I ask, as Cotton and Sidney pull her up.

"Of course not, I've been shot. Ow!"

"Give me your hand Gale, Jesus you scared the crap out of me. So, there isn't anybody else down there, is there?" Cotton asks.

"No."

"Nothing like reporting from the trenches, huh Gale?"

"Shut up Cotton."

"How bad is it?"

"Just bounced off my rib."

"Jesus Gale, you got more lives than a cat."

"Give me one of those," I ask Sidney, indicating one of the two guns she had.

"Is she dead?" Gale asks.

"I don't know. They always come back." Sidney says.

Someone screamed, we turn around as a supposed dead, Mickey, jumps up and started running at us. Without a second thought, Sidney and I open fire on him. I wasn't sure how many we each fired, but he finally went down.

"Woah!" Cotton yells.

Sidney then looks at Mrs. Loomis and shoots her in the head, without even giving it a second thought. Gale and Cotton looked at Sidney in amazement.

"Just in case." Sidney casually says.

She drops the gun and walks away.

We waked out to the grounds of the college campus, the glare from the sun blinding us. There were dozens of cops outside, with a couple of ambulances here too. This is a very familiar scene, just a different time and place. A few cops rushed over to us, checking for weapons. Two more came over and started to handcuff, Cotton.

"Woah, woah." Cotton says.

"Woah, wait a second!" Gale rushes over them. "Wait, his fine, he isn't the killer."

'Oh yeah, the phone call.'

I remembered the phone call, Gale made to the police about Cotton being the killer.

"Yeah, the killers are inside, dead." Cotton explains, as the officers uncuffed him.

They took all four of our statements explaining how, Billy's mother wanted revenge and Mickey had the same motive. We were all being checked by the paramedics; Sidney was already finished with her exam. I had my arm wrapped up from where the bullet had grazed me. Either then the oncoming head ace, I was fine. Gale on the other hand, she had her chest wrapped up, and a bandage on her head.

"You've got a couple of broken ribs there." The paramedics told her.

"I'm okay. I'm alright." Gale exclaims.

"Gale, you should really listen to them." I tried to reason with them.

"Gale? I'm back." Gale's cameraman came around the corner, with a camera in hand.

"Joel?" She questions.

"I'd figure we'd get the scoop. You know, like in the old days. You're Gale Weathers at Windsor College."

I roll my eyes, as he hands her a microphone, and she takes it. I thought she had changed.

"We've found a live one here!" Someone shouted.

I then remember something. Or like someone.

"Oh my God, Dewey!" I shouted, running over to the paramedics, bringing him down on a stretcher.

"Dewey! Is he going to be okay?" Gale asks.

"Old scar tissue saved him." A paramedic said.

"Lucky, son of a bitch." I said, totally dumbfounded.

Dewey mumbles something as the paramedics put him into the ambulance.

"I'm coming with you!" Gale says.

Gale follows suit into the ambulance with Dewey. I pull myself into the ambulance, after them. I wanted to be with, Dewey, but really wanted to be with a certain man named, Mr. Meeks.