Psychopaths (SCREAM 2)

Chapter 2

After my shift at the diner, I ended up getting back to my apartment pretty late, Thanks to the rude douchebag who decided to make my life a living hell with his group of friends who didn't even leave a tip, just a big ass mess.

I groaned while stretching my body lately. I've been pushing it too much but I couldn't stop working. I needed the money.

The floorboards creek due to pressure but not from me. I Pause looking toward the hallway toward my bedroom. The phone rang loudly making my heart race but there was no way in hell I was answering. I grab my bat from under the couch calmly walking toward my bedroom. I observed my room making sure nothing was out of place, everything seemed right until I saw one of the drawers was open.

Before I can even think I hear a rustle of fabric behind me feeling the instinct I duck turning my body toward the killer before swinging, It connects hard with his chest. I hear a deep groan as he lands on his back holding his chest.

I breathe heavily two seconds go by before I go to swing again but he slides back. Before I could swing again he tackled me down hard making me drop my bat. my head gets slammed down again making me feel extremely dizzy. I hold my head trying to stay awake.

A sharp pain in my thigh makes me scream out. I push at the masked intruder but a sharp knife against my neck makes me stop. Finally able to see straight I see he took a syringe of my blood once full he roughly pulls the needle out. He stands up watching me for a few seconds before leaving me there.

I breathe out in relief, that was the weirdest encounter by far. Why the hell did that freak take my blood? After passing out I woke up in the hospital with Tatum, Cotton, and Stu standing around me.

"How'd I get here?" I groan lifting. Cotton kisses my forehead cradling my head with his hand. "I'm so glad you're okay, I came as soon as Tatum called," My lip wobbles as I try to hold back tears, feeling awkward I pull away from him.

"You're welcome," Tatum whispers before turning to the nurse. "Where the fuck is your doctor she's awake now,"

"Right," the nurse mumbles out nervously before leaving. Tatum mumbles something about her being an idiot, making me laugh. I feel Stu stare at me but I don't look at him. I'm not sure who attacked me but until I find out I'm not trusting any men around me.

"Did you tell the police whoever broke in took my blood?" I ask, everyone's eyes go wide including Stu which surprised me. Maybe it wasn't him.

"Where's my bat?" I ask, looking around worried when I don't see it. Stu smiles, pulling it from behind his back before handing it to me. I whisper a thanks and feel my cheeks heat up when our fingers touch.

"Thanks for coming Stuart but I think me and Tatum got it from here," Cotton says with a fake smile, Stu looks like he wants to argue but decides not to and leaves but not before giving me one last glance.

"I don't like that boy.. Or Roman. They can't keep their eyes off you,"

"Cotton" I scold, not wanting to hear what he has to say about either of them. "Don't get me started on the things I heard about Loomis," I glared at him, making him laugh, putting his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, I'll butt out,"

"He's just being a dad," I glare at her but she just shrugs back at me.

It gets extremely awkward when Sidney walks into the room with Randy by her side, who keeps opening and closing his mouth like he wants to say something. "I'm gonna go check into a hotel," Cotton says after a few seconds.

"You're gonna stay?" I was surprised. "Are you sure you don't wanna go back to mom and make sure she can handle herself," my voice sharp as I hint to him that I need him with her for a reason?

He smiles like he understands me and shakes his head. "I'm not leaving you until the killer is caught. No way," he adds, walking away not leaving room for discussion. Sidney moves away from the door quickly as he leaves but not before he gives her a nod as he walks out. Randy lets out a long breath as if he's been holding it since he walked in.

"He may not be a murderer but he still makes me nervous," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. Tatum rolls her eyes pushing him.

"Everything makes you nervous dickwad,"

After a few hours I was finally cleared to go home, since I was already at the hospital I figured I'd pay a visit to Billy. The last time I was here it freaked me out to the point I almost crashed on my way home.

When I entered the room I grew confused when a middle-aged woman was standing over him. It wasn't until she turned to me that I realized who she was. "Mrs. Loomis?"

"Hello Amara, long time no see," she left his side to stand in front of me with a smile but it didn't seem friendly to me. She looks me up and down before looking back at her comatose son.

"You know he cares about you deeply," she says but I could hear spite at the end of her sentence. It's not my fault you abandoned your son lady.

"I know that,"

"Do you?" she snaps back, surprising me. Before I can answer, a protective arm wraps around my waist pulling me against him. I could tell by his touch it was Stu. I wasn't scared of her but I allowed him to think he was protecting me anyway.

"Hi Mrs Loomis," he acknowledged, glaring at her.

"Come on," he whispers, pulling me out of the room. The feeling of dread washed over me like a wave when I realized I didn't get to talk to him. Not like he could hear me anyway.

"You okay?" he asked when we were a couple of feet away from the hospital. I hit his arm hard and annoyed him.

"What did I do?"

"You knew she was back and said nothing,"

"We weren't talking thanks to you,"

"You act like I didn't have a good reason,"

"Look unlike Billy who did this for revenge and some other fucked up reason I did this shit because it's fucking fun," he laughs holding his arms out. "I'm not gonna change. Not even for you,"

I swallow glaring at him, I'm not sure why his words hurt. If Billy had the same choice would he stop for me? Probably not because they like this stuff. They're fucking psychotic and the last thing I need is to be in the middle of it.

I nod, biting the inside of my cheek, his face drops moments later, and he tries to walk into my personal space but I move away.

"Fuck.. Baby," he tries to grab my face but I pull away from him.

"Don't.. Just don't," I cut him off walking away from him. There was nothing else left to say I just can't deal with him right now there's too much in my life going on.

I decided to skip classes that day and just go home. There was just too much going on. I felt like I was gonna break any day. Like parts of me are missing and without them, I'm angry and lost.

The landline rang bringing me out of my thoughts, I answered surprised to hear it was Homeland Security finally getting back to me. A few months back after the fire I decided to do some digging on the house and the woods, I found Billy when we first connected.

"I apologize for taking so long to get back to you but there tends to be a delay whenever a murder takes place on the property,"

"Murder?" I repeat confused, that's not what I was expecting to hear, Creepy.

"Yes about twenty years back actually, the file was sealed but since your Carpenter's Spawn I did some deeper digging, the masked killers weren't the first serial killers Woodsboro has dealt with. This has happened before except with a lot more victims. Some sources said the killer was killing people for rituals and sacrifices,"

"What happened to him?"

"Well that's where it gets weirder, the killer was finally cornered but they found him paralyzed, he's been in a special ward that monitors his comatose state daily. Ever since they've been trying to erase what happened but there are two victims left. I'd have to do more digging but I'm sure I can get the names in a few weeks,"

"Lucy, you have been so helpful these last few months. I appreciate you so much and don't worry this information will stay between us," I promise before hanging up.

Billy finding a knife behind the house of a murderer just doesn't sit right with me.

A knock on the door has me groaning annoyed. I could've sworn I told everyone I wanna be alone. I look through the peephole to see Roman standing there with lilies in his hand.

I open the door staring at the flowers and then at his face. "I hate lilies,"

"Oh," he drops his arm that was holding the flowers and rubs his neck awkwardly, probably feeling embarrassed.

"Not to be mean but why are you here?"

"I heard about what happened to you and wanted to check on you and if you maybe wanted to talk. I'm here," I smile nodding at his offer as I invite him into my apartment.