"ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ, ʜᴜʜ, ᴠɪʀɢɪɴ ᴍᴏʟʟʏ?"
"ꜱʜᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴜᴘ, ꜱᴛᴜ!"
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|| 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . . according to the rules of horror movies, Molly Birist isn't going to last long in this real life thriller, or that's...
Mollicent Birist, Gale Weathers, and Randy Meeks all stared down at the body of Monty Lipton.
The psychopathic teenage boy was unmoving. There was no visible rise and fall to his chest.
Tentatively, Molly kicked his leg. There was no response. She sighed quietly, and turned to Gale, holding out her hand. The older woman understood, and shakily handed over the gun. Molly inched closer to Monty's body, aiming the gun at his chest.
"Careful." Randy warned from where he was hovering over Molly's shoulder. "This is the moment when the supposedly dead killer comes back to life...for one last scare."
Molly scoffed. "Yeah...I don't think so-"
She was cut off by all three of them screaming as Monty's head shot up off the ground, snarling, spitting blood and reaching out for them. Panickedly, Molly fired the gun, shooting at him. The bullet flew into his chest, just below his shoulder. Monty's head fell back down with a sickening thud. Blood pooled around him.
Breathing heavily, Molly lowered the gun. "Not in my goddamn movie."
She took a deep inhale, and held the gun back out to Gale, who fumbled as she took it. Molly pushed past the reporter and entered the kitchen, muttering to the other two that her mother and Neil Prescott were hidden in the closet.
Molly ignored the smudges of blood on the countertops and the drops of it that littered the floor and walked - or rather, she staggered, due to how exhausted she was - towards the other side of the kitchen.
Molly stopped in front of Sidney Prescott's unmoving form laying against the cabinets below the sink. The girl's hand was covered in her own blood, and her stab wound just below her rib cage was only oozing slightly now.
Molly kneeled down to Sidney, staring at her blank face. It almost appeared that she was sleeping.
With a deep breath, Molly tentatively reached out for her friends wrist and pressed her fingers underneath it. Her eyes widened in surprise.
There was a pulse.
She looked back up at Sidney, and noticed a small rise and fall to her chest, meaning that she was breathing.
Sidney was alive.
Molly let out a shaky sigh of relief. Tiredly, Molly sat down next to Sidney's unconcious body, leaning against the cabinet, and grabbed her limp hand and she leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
"Its over, Sid." Molly whispered over the approaching police sirens, hoping her friend could hear. "Its all over."
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"You say you don't know where Loomis or Macher went?"
Molly shook her head at the detective in front of her. "No. They were in the kitchen when I started fighting Monty, then they were gone after I shot him. The door to the garage was open, I guess they left through there."
