"Billy, what the hell are you doing?!" You stared wide-eyed at the gun trained on Sidney.
A heaviness weighed on your chest, your heart thumping erratically as Billy stood a measly six feet from his target, gripping his pistol tight. Although his berserk smile faded, he never once broke eye-contact with her.
"You knew that this wasn't over, that I was gonna return to finally finish what I started." Billy said, his dark brown eyes sparing you a quick glance then darting back to Sidney. "My movie needs concluding, Sid. That means you have to die."
"God, I am so sick of you psychos and your shitty motives! If you're gonna kill me just kill me, don't blame the fucking movies." Sidney spat, clutching Derek's necklace tight in her fist. She wouldn't be able to use it as an out this time.
"Woah," Billy gave a dry laugh, devoid of humor. "Now, you know that's not why I'm doing this—sure the movies gave me a little inspiration but come on, Sid, we all know your mother's really the one to blame."
Billy then panned his attention to Stu as he still had his gun pressed to the back of Hallie's head.
"You," he cocked a brow at the teary-eyed girl who was staring at Mickey's writhing form on the ground. "What could your motive possibly be?"
Hallie's lip quivered as her gaze flicked to Billy. She wasn't going to respond until Stu nudged her again. "Mickey... me and him were gonna—"
"No, actually, I'd rather guess." Billy cut her off, his mouth curling as he glimpsed the pain contorting Mickey's face. "He manipulated you into helping him out, and you thought you were gonna run off together, living the Bonnie and Clyde dream. But he actually just used you for his dirty work while he was out toying with my girl. Did I get that right?"
You stepped forward, eyes stinging as you hadn't blinked in almost a minute. "Stop this," you muttered.
"Nah, that was spot on, man." Stu grinned, though it fell slightly as he looked at you. "Except, she's not just yours."
"You're right!" Hallie snapped, her glare darting to you. "If only I'd gotten to butcher you like I did Randy. It's unfortunate he survived. Unlike him, I would've made sure your death was excruciatingly slow and—"
Tired of hearing her voice, Billy nodded at Stu, signaling for him to end it.
Hallie's eyes doubled in size at the realization. "Wait! Please! I don't—" Her desperate pleas were ceased with a loud gunshot.
An inaudible noise escaped you as blood scattered across her forehead before her body collapsed forward, hitting the floor with a thud. It's not that you felt bad for her — she helped kill innocent people — but the gruesome sight nearly had you falling over as well.
A sharp pain struck your ribcage as you sucked in a breath. Your gaze flicked to Sidney. The look of pure horror molded with shock stretched across her face, mirroring your exact expression. She could see you were clueless in this, that you'd no idea what Billy had been planning.
All you knew was that you wanted to leave this damned theatre with your best friend. Alive.
"Billy, please!" You pleaded as he swiftly moved toward the brunette, pressing his gun to her chest. "Don't do this."
Deja vu surged through you, an image of last year flickering behind your eyelids. Billy with his knife to Sidney's chest, only it was a weapon much deadlier. And, this time, you weren't feeling so lucky. Gale wasn't here to bail the two of you out of this fucked up mess.
"You should be thanking me. I gave you another year together, Y/n." Billy said to you while staring into Sidney's glossy eyes, resolute.
"Exactly! It's been a year!" You exclaimed, inching closer. "Why can't you just get over it? Go to therapy like a normal person. At least your mother's still alive! I mean, we—we could've—"
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As you stammered, his head snapped to look at you. His emotions were impossible to read.
"You don't understand," he slowly shook his head. "I have to end this. I have to... Stu, grab her."
Your lips parted in surprise as Stu stepped over Hallie's dead body with his long legs. You tried backing away, but he was gifted with the grace of flash-like speed.
"Stu!" You gasped out as he grabbed your upper arm with a gentler touch before pulling you toward him. "You liar! You fucking liar! You said you wanted to help me, but this was all just for your benefit! You never gave a shit about me, all you wanted was to kill Sidney."
"Hey, that's not true," he tugged on your arm, forcing you to look at him. "Your favorite boy planned this all without me. I told ya he was doing his own scheming. I didn't know 'til last minute, Orth!"
"Oh, well that makes okay then, doesn't it?" You scoffed, biting your tongue to suppress your aggrieved tears while gazing up at him. "Fuck you. I thought—I thought you could change, that you were changing."
Stu's expression shifted into a remorseful one as his grip tightened around you. You couldn't bear to look at him anymore as you turned away. "I should've known better... once a killer always a killer." You muttered.
"It was just supposed to be you, Y/n. Only you." Billy declared as your struggle against Stu finally ceased. "You're the sole survivor. The final girl."
In your peripherals, you noted the smallest twitch in Mickey's hand, the boy now lying in a pool of his own blood.
"This isn't a goddamn movie, Billy! This is real life! I am no final girl—just someone you two psychopaths have left severely traumatized." You argued, angered by the comparison.
As Billy's focus was now on you, his eyebrows creasing at your stubborn retaliation, Sidney took the chance to ease against the set wall.
"Isn't Mickey supposed to be dead?" She questioned right as the injured male popped up, aiming his gun at Billy.
Billy was quick to spin around, not hesitating to shoot Mickey three more times. However, Mickey didn't go down without a final shot, the bullet landing directly in Billy's shoulder.
You stifled another gasp as he cried out from the pain, dropping his gun to the floor to grab the wound. Sidney used that as an opportunity to run through the fake stage door that Stu had entered from.
"Go get her, dumbass!" Billy shouted at Stu as he removed his now bloodied hand from his shoulder to pick up the gun.
The blond released you under his command, darting across the stage. He'd ran to the other side of the set, maneuvering around the curtain that blocked Sidney's exit. Meanwhile, Billy fired a few bullets at the fake door she'd escaped through.
During their distraction, you glanced down at Mickey who'd crashed to the floor, coughing up blood. There was no way he could survive now. Four bullets, and death was surely calling his name. And when you spotted the gun in his hand, your brain immediately told you to take it.
As Billy broke the door's lock, he rushed into the control room while you swiftly bent down next to Mickey. He stared up at you with bloodshot eyes, arm quivering as he raised his gun-holding hand. You thought he was attempting to take you out one final time, but instead, he allowed you to grab the weapon.
You felt your eyebrows raise in surprise as you carefully seized it from him. His arm fell limp, his eyelids fluttering shut even as he tried to fight the darkness.
You swallowed the lump in your throat as his breathing gradually stopped. You hated him, but he was still your friend at one point and so was Hallie. You would mourn them — or at least the versions of them you grew to care about.
