All I Wanted [SCREAM 2]

Chapter 10

The long awaited chapter. Sorry it took so long everyone... Life caught up with me. Sorry if this seems rushed, its unedited. Enjoy!

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It was really fucking dark outside.

Sneaking through campus was far more fear-inducing than I assumed. Police officers were scattered around each building and at one point I saw a glimpse of my personal detectives. Somehow, I was able to slip into the Performance Theater. Too easy. Spotlights focused on the stage.

Tremors spread through my body as I stood where the letter directed. I felt too vulnerable, I didn't even bring a weapon. The dark that surrounded me felt like a wall.

"(Y/n)..." A voice echoed. It came from off-stage, the wings.

Despite my instincts yelling for me to do otherwise, I crept forward. I hugged myself, feeling cold. Someone's figure sent me reeling back. It was an all-too familiar costume. It's wearer didn't hesitate to pull off the mask. He was impatient. My breath hitched.

"Mickey?" I whispered.

He chuckled, wiping away some of the blood on his face.

"Surprise, sweets..."

"It... It's been you this whole time?" I watched him shrug off the rest of the costume, stalking towards me as if I were his prey.

"More or less."

"But-"

"Nuh-uh..." He tutted, now waving a knife around. I didn't see him holding it before. "This is my moment. Only you get to ask the questions... I get to answer. Think of it as an interview."

I gulped. I didn't want to oblige. This was all part of the game. His game. Did I have a choice anymore?

"Why?"

"Vague, but I'll go with it," The menacing look in his eyes didn't match his tone. "Because I wanted to- In fact- I've been drooling over the possibility of this moment ever since your story exploded across the country!"

Mickey was a foot away from me now, pointing the knife towards my neck. I leaned away without sudden movements. I didn't dare break eye contact. "I fell in love with you and the story, thinking it was the romance of the millennium. Filling in the gaps of your ex became a huge goal of mine for the next two years after that. I had to get to work. I had to get to you."

"How did you find me..." My voice trembled. I didn't care to know but I knew I had to ask.

"Oh... With the little help of an old friend of yours... Or rather, an old friend of Sidney's," A wolfy grin spread across his face, his eyes directing to look behind me. I flipped around to see Sidney pushed onto the set. Billy Loomis' mother trailing behind with a gun.

"Nice to see you again." Bitch.

"Sid..." I gasped. I tried to run towards her but Mickey grabbed onto the collar of my shirt, tight around my neck and knocked the wind right out of me. I struggled as he pulled me backwards, choking and fighting away from his grasp.

He leaned down to my right ear and whispered the words, "I've got you now."

I had no idea what this would mean for me in the coming moments but I didn't care. I elbowed him without looking and I was free. Hearing a knife and another object clatter on the ground, I grabbed the nearest thing. It was a gun. Since when did he have a gun?

Jumping to my feet, my aim was directed between Mickey and Mrs. Loomis. It eventually steadied on Mickey, seeing as Sidney was too vulnerable.

"W-what the hell? Why Mrs. Loomis?" I never knew her really. It was strange to see the woman who started all of this... or at least half of it.