"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."
"And you said they were stabbed and shot by Lipton?"
"Yes. He kinda went rogue. I guess it was pretty bad too, they were bleeding a lot and couldn't really walk. I don't know how they even got out."
"Do you know where they were wounded?"
"Um...they were stabbed in the sides and the abdomen a lot...Stu's shoulder was bleeding, so I guess he got stabbed there...and I'm pretty sure Billy was shot right here." Molly beckoned to the left side of her stomach.
The detective nodded, and jotted things down in his notepad that he deemed necessary. "Okay, thank you." Molly nodded slightly. "If what you say is true, and they were injured that much, it's possible the two of them won't make it to wherever they're running to. It's most likely that they'll bleed out before they make it too far. A manhunt will be sent out soon, we'll find what's left of Loomis and Macher."
Molly tried to hide how anxious and dread-filled she was at his statements by giving a small, thin, fake smile.
"Thank you." She said quietly, and then she looked up at the detective a bit worriedly. "I'm not gonna get in trouble for shooting Monty, am I? I didn't mean to kill him." She lied.
"No, you'll be fine. Its classified as self-defense." The detective told her. Molly nodded, relieved. "But...there's something you should know." The detective said tenaciously. Molly's eyebrows furrowed questioningly. The detective sighed, like he didn't want to be the one to deliver this information.
"Lipton isn't dead."
It took Molly a second to understand what the detective said, and when she did, the dreadful realization dug a rotting hole in her chest. Her face became pale and her expression panicked.
"We found his body in the hall, like you said, but he was still alive. You shot him in a convient spot that didn't harm anything vital. But he's nineteen years old, so it's likely that he'll be given the death sentence anyways..."
Molly stopped listening to the detective. She looked past his form to the front door of the Macher's house, which was wide open and guarded by a pair of police officers.
A few moments ago, paramedics had been surrounding the porch to get Dewey Riley - who'd miraculously survived his attack - onto a stretcher and inside one of the ambulances.
But now the porch was covered in officers again, and new person was being paraded out the door.
Molly stood up from the edge of the ambulance she was sitting on and quickly pushed past the detective talking to her.
She ignored the man calling after her as she approached the mass of officers and news reporters. She pushed her way past the obnoxious reporters and reached the front.
Two police officers were escorting Monty Lipton out of the house and down the driveway, each of them holding him by one of his arms.
The boy was covered in blood that wasn't his, and there was gauze that was wrapped around his shoulder where Molly had shot him to keep him from losing anymore blood. His hands were cuffed tightly behind his back. The most intimidating part about him was his expression. It was mostly blank, except for the thin smirk of enjoyance across his lips. It was eerie.
Despite her urge to turn away and run back to the ambulance, Molly stood her ground at the edge of the crowd, even when the killer neared her. Molly wasn't exactly discrete about her appearance, so she was immediately spotted by her ex-boyfriend as he was dragged that way.
Monty stopped walking with the officers, causing them to pause momentarily. It wasn't long, but it was enough time for Monty to grin at Molly with malice and utter a nightmare inducing sentence.