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JUSTIN RAN THROUGH THE KITCHEN, STILL HOLDING SIDNEY'S ARM UNTIL IN HOPES TO GET AWAY FROM THE NOW-REVEALED KILLERS UNTIL BILLY CUT THEM OFF AT THE OTHER ENTRANCE WITH A GUN AIMED UP AT THE TWO. Justin looked between Billy and Stu, the adrenaline finally wearing off and the pain growing in his leg wound and arm wound.

As Stu tossed Billy the device, the Loomis boy held it up to his lips, looking at Sidney. "What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you've seen a ghost."

The Prescott's had no choice but to back up into the counter as Sidney whimpered, "Why are you doing this?"

Stu laughed. "It's all part of the game, Sidney."

"It's called 'Guess How I'm Gonna Die'," Billy teased.

"Fuck you!"

Billy exchanged the gun for the knife with Stu. "No, no, no, no, no. We already played that game, remember? You lost."

"It's a fun game, Sidney," Stu said, waving the gun around. "See, we ask you a question, and if you get it wrong...Boo-kah, you die."

"You get it right, you die," Billy said with a shrug.

"You people are fucking crazy," Justin mumbled.

"Actually, we prefer the term 'psychotic'," Stu said, resting his chin on Billy's shoulder.

"You'll never get away with this," Sidney stated.

"Oh, no?" Billy asked with raised eyebrows as Justin looked at the knife block on the counter.  "Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame."

"Watch a few movies, take a few notes," Stu added before grinning. "It was fun."

Justin tried to move past them to grab a knife but Billy immediately shoved him back roughly into the counter, stabbing him in the stomach.

He gasped in pain as Billy pulled the knife out. "You're really making me want to kill you sooner than expected," Billy said.

Stu smiled. "Sorry, Jay, it's nothing personal, man."

Justin held pressure on his wound as Sidney asked, "Why? Why did you kill my mother?"

"Why?" Billy shouted. "Why?! Did you hear that, Stu? I think she wants a motive. Well, I don't really believe in motive. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive?"

"No," Stu answered.

"Did they ever really decide why Hannibal Lecter liked to eat people? Don't think so! See, it's a lot scarier when there's no motive, Sid. We did your mom a favor. That woman was a slut-bag whore...who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something."

"Yeah, we put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it, Sidney... your mother was no Sharon Stone, hmm?" Stu said with a smile.

"Hell, not even Justin liked his own mother. He complained and bitched about her every moment he could," Billy said, motioning the knife to Justin who trying to not focus on the pain. "Is that motive enough for you?" He paused for a moment before speaking, "Well, how about this? Your slut mother was fucking my father...and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me. How's that for a motive? Maternal abandonment causes serious deviant behavior. It certainly fucked you up. It made you have sex with a psychopath."

Stu laughed at Sidney. "That's right. You gave it up. Now you're no longer a virgin. Whoops!" He raised the gun as Billy moved behind Sidney, holding the knife up to her, knocking down Justin who only sunk to the floor, blood all over his hands. "Now you gotta die. Those are the rules."

"Let's pretend it's all a scary movie," Billy said. "How do you think it's gonna end?"

He nodded to Stu who said, "Oh! This is the greatest part! You're gonna love this. We got a surprise for you." He put the gun down, backing up towards the basement. "Yeah, you're gonna love this one. It's a scream, baby! Hold on a sec. I'll be right back."

As he disappeared into the basement, Billy said, "You know what time it is? It's after midnight. It's your mom's anniversary. Congratulations. We killed her exactly one year ago today."

Sidney glanced at her brother. "Jay, please stay awake," she said trying to move out of Billy's arms.

"Trying to," he mumbled, his head tilted back against the cabinet, his eyes closed.

Stu came back up, dragging in a tied-up Neil Prescott. "Attention! Oh, what do we have behind door number three?"

"Daddy," Sidney cried, trying to move again but Billy grabbed her.

Stu held up the voice changer. "Guess we won't be needing this anymore, huh?" he spoke before dropping it and the cell phone in Neil's pocket.

"Got the ending figured out yet, Sid?" Billy asked with a smile.

"Come on. You think about it now, huh? Your daddy's the chief suspect," Stu said before shoving Neil to the floor, close to Justin. "We cloned his cellular. The evidence is all right there, baby!"

"What if your father snapped?" Billy added. Your mother's anniversary set him off, and he went on a murder spree, killing everyone."

"Except for Billy and me. We were left for dead."

"Then he kills you..." He said before nodding to Justin. "Then finishes off  Justin and shoots himself in the head. Perfect ending."

"I thought of that," Stu bragged.

"Watch this," Billy said, letting go of Sidney, to which she moved next to Justin, trying to stop the bleeding, as Billy moved in front of Stu with the knife. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Stu answered before putting his hands on his head. "Yeah! I'm ready, baby! Get up! Yeah, babe, get up!" He groaned as Billy suddenly stabbed him. "Good one, man. Jesus. Oh, shit. My turn."

As Stu grabbed the knife, Billy spoke as he forced Sydney to stand, grabbing her. "Don't forget. Stay to the side and don't go too deep."

"Okay. I'll remember."

Stu stabbed Billy, making him yell out, hitting stuff off the counter. "Fuck! Goddamn it, Stu!"

"Sorry, Billy. I guess I got a little too zealous, huh?" Stu teased before slapping Justin's face, making him wake up. "Come on, Jay, you're gonna miss the show."

"Fuck you," Justin mumbled in pain.

As Stu passed the knife to Billy, he said, "You see, Sid, everybody dies but us. Everybody dies but us. We get to carry on and plan the sequel 'cause let's face it, baby, these days ya gotta have a sequel!"

Billy began to stab Stu repeatedly to which Sydney mumbled, "You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies."

"Now, Sid, don't you blame the movies," Billy said. "Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative."

Stu yelled out as he was stabbed again. "Stop it, Billy, would you? All right? I can't take it anymore. I feel a little woozy here!"

"All right, you get the gun," Billy demanded Stu. "And I'll untie Pops, okay? Now!"

Stu stumbled to where he left the gun but his voice slowly turned to panic. "Uh, Houston, we-we have a problem here."

Billy looked at him. "What?"

"The gun, man. The gun...I put it right there, and it's not there."

Billy walked over. "Where the fuck is it?"

The sound of a gun cocking made their heads turn. "Right here, asshole," Gale spoke, holding the gun up.

"Man, I thought she was dead," Billy said.

"She looked dead, man. Still does," Stu mumbled.

"I've got an ending for you," Gale said as Sydney helped Justin slowly get up. "The reporter left for dead in the news van...comes to...stumbles on you two dipshits, finds the gun...foils your plan, and saves the day."

Sydney smiled. "I like that ending."

Billy glanced back at her then the gun. "I know something you don't."

Gale struggled to shoot the gun, making Billy step forward, grab the gun, and kicking Gale roughly, knocking her unconscious next to Dewey.

"Yeah, man," Stu cheered as he looked away from the Prescotts and moved out of the kitchen.

Billy walked out, cocking the gun and aiming it at Gale's head. "It works better without the safety on," he said before standing up. "This is Gale Weathers signing off."

"Babe, you're gonna love this!" Stu exclaimed with a grin as he looked back into the kitchen, his expression immediately dropping. "Shit."

Billy slowly turned to look at him. "What?" he asked, annoyed.

They both walked back to the kitchen to see the Prescott family gone from the kitchen. "Where are they?"

Stu coughed up blood, leaning on the wall. "I don't know, Billy, but I'm hurtin', man."

"Fuck," Billy mumbled as the landline next to Stu rang.

"Should I let the machine get it?" Stu asked softly.

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One last chapter then Scream 1 is in the books!