Scream 2 [✓]

Chapter 6

"How many more people are going to die before they will?" You wondered aloud, sitting up straight to rest your elbows on your knees.

A brick of foreboding dread fell inside you and onto your stomach.

People were messed up. There would always be evil in this world and that's exactly what these murderers were.

The epitome of evil.

You didn't utter another word for the rest of the night.

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The next day had been the complete opposite of the one before. It was a beautiful day with a mild breeze and cloudless sunshine, a perfect day for looking at a ball game or go out for a walk.

A white newsvan was parked at the curb, sitting out of the way and overlooking the grassy area where a bunch of students were sitting and hanging out.

Gale Weathers was pacing back and forth with her mobile phone in hand, having just had a heated conversation with one of her bosses with Dewey standing beside her. "What'd I miss?"

Randy, ever the cheerful bloke, came waltzing over to where the two were standing, gaze drifting down at the same time as them when Gale's device started to ring.

She eyed Dewey before hastily pushing it into Randy's hands. "I'm not here."

Randy took it without hesitation, stuffing his free hand in the pocket of his pants as he held the small device to his ear. "Hello?"

A male voice called out. "Gale?"

"She's not here right now," Randy smoothly lied, but the person he was calling with easily saw through his bullshit.

"But she's standing right next to you," the cold inflection in the voice made Randy visibly tense up as the atmosphere around them immediately changed.

Randy, whose panicked eyes ignited Gale'd even more, started motioning wildly with his hands, pointing around the campus while mouthing 'he's watching' to the both of them.

Gale grabbed hold of Dewey's shoulders, silently ordering Randy to 'keep him talking' as the two scurried off across the wide area to find any student holding a phone, but it was like searching a needle in a haystack.

"So..." Randy muttered, every word of his mouth sounding like he'd rather drag his balls through glass than to talk with the person on the other end of the line. "What's your favourite scary movie?"

Whoever it was left Randy hanging in suspenseful silence, before giving an answer that sounded bitter and condescending. "They'll never find me."

Randy simply peered at Dewey and Gale who were frantically looking through the sea of students that were yelling at them as they passed by, before he dropped his hands. "Why do you care? Let 'em have their fun."

"What's your favourite scary movie?" The killet reflected the question back at him.

"Show Girls. Absolutely frightening. What's yours? Wait, let me guess," Randy started grasping at the endless possibilities. "The House On Sororiry Row? Splatter University? Am I close?"

The caller remained quiet for another handful of seconds. "Closer than you think."

"So, what's your deal?" Randy scoffed tauntingly, blowing out a wavering breath through his nose to start a mindless tirade that unbeknownst to himself, signed his death certificate.

Randy kept his gaze fixated on Gale in the distance who was jogging from one person to another to keep himself distracted, not wanting to tolerate being terrified for his life. "Can we talk openly for a sec? How does one become a serial killer, huh? Are you psychopatic or merely psychotic? Were you slapped around as a child? Did your mom take drugs? You know, have you tried getting laid?"

"Do you want to die?" The voice griped with underlying darkness.

Randy never knew when to shut up and without meaning to, kept pouring salt into the already gaping, open wound, gritting his teeth together almost audibly.

"Gee, let me think. Is that the best you can do? Some tired hand-me-down rehash? Hey pal, no one's gonne write a book about you. No movie rights. I've been through this before and much better, I might add."

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Gale spotted a young man sitting with some other kids while he's talking on a cellular device. She races to him, moving her hand to his and rips it from their hands, ignoring his loud protests.

The boy jumped up, ready to pounce on her to retrieve his phone. Dewey speedwalked into her direction to tug her away, handing the person their mobile back as he did.

-

Meanwhile, Randy won't let up and continued his babbling non-stop with his eyes lowered to the ground.

"And if you're such a brilliant smart killer, why copycat? Why not be original? Where's the innovation? Let's pioneer some new ground. Make a statement. Go down in history. Now you'll always be the Woodsboro copycat killer, that's lame. And why Woodsboro?"

He cracked his neck and huffed out another heavy, nervous breath. Perhaps the blabbering was his way to cope with his anxiety that shooting through the roof at this moment.

"What about Manson, Bundy? Why imitate two high school loser ass dickheads. I knew the guys. Stu was a wussy wet rag and Billy, jesus, what a rat-looking homo-repressed mama's boy-"

Instantly, the newsvan door behind Randy ripped open as a black-robed figure lashed out, grabbing the unsuspecting Randy by the neck, quickly and harshly wrenching him into the van before the door was slammed back shut.

Just as Gale and Dewey bolted back to the vehicle blissfully unaware of what happened, sirens blared in the distance.

"Randy? Randy?" Gale found no sign of the boy. "Where did he go?"

Dewey circled the van, eyes widening when he saw rusty liquid oozing out from between under the doors, down to the ground.

Gale pushed the sliding door wide open to be met by the gruesome sight of Randy's lifeless body rolling out, as well as crimson splattered everywhere her eyes roamed.

His throat had been slit and his eyes once full of life were now cold and devoid.

A high pitched scream erupting from Gale's throat boomed through the entire campus, making all the people around stare their way while Dewey quickly rushed to her side to keep her from passing out.