Deception Or Exception

9. backstabber

Finally Sam.

'Yeah.'

Ethan instantly jabbed his knife into Sam's shoulder, causing them to run into a corner.
'Ding, ding, ding! She's finally starting to get it.' he joked.

'Now!' Officer Bailey called, ordering them to go after Sam & Tara. 'It wasn't until I saw that photograph of what you'd done to him!
And I knew you had to fucking die. You had to be punished, along with anyone standing in our way.'

Quinn held her knife to Sam's throat. 'There she is. There's the fucking killer!'

I knew this conversation was about to end in a horrific way. I quietly get on my knees & try to find anything heavy & useful to start a diversion & get the girls out of there.

I scoot over to the other side of the theater not knowing a had a pair of eyes watching my every step.

'Have I been a perfect dad? No. Have I maybe overindulged Richie's love for his little movies? Yes, maybe. For me, they're just a little dark, but Richie really loved them. He even made a few of his own.'

Richie's film started playing on the big screen making Bailey approach the stage.

'There's a very special bond between a father and his first son.' Bailey stated. I noticed Ethan turn away for a moment. He was hurt.

Bailey made him commit these murders & Ethan obeyed to prove himself to him. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 '𝐝𝐚𝐝' 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞.

"Which is why I helped him build this collection," he finished.

'This is all his?' Tara questioned.

'Yes he was a very passionate collector. And the two others- we had to kill those wannabe film students because, well we had to kill you first, Sam. I put the theater in their name, and Detective Bailey would've stumbled upon it, but he didn't have to because that Gale Weathers is one hell of a journalist!' He explained. ' I built a dream for my son, which is why this is where you have to die, Sam, surrounded by the things he loved most.'

'What happens next when you're done with us?' Sam questioned. 'What, you just- disappear?!'

Bailey made his way down the steps. 'No, we have to hurry up to the hospital to make sure Gale and Mindy don't pull through' he stated, holding the gun to Sam's face.

Fuck. I feel so useless right now, If i showed myself before i would've been stuck down there with them. The three of them; with no remorse on me.

'Because everybody dies, Sam! Everybody who had anything to do with the murder of my son suffers and dies.'

'Yeah!' Ethan added, and the menacing grin returned to his face.

'Fuck, yeah, they do!' Quinn chuckled.

'Now.' Bailey started. 'Put on the mask Sam.'

'He was... he was so pathetic.' Sam muttered.

Officer Bailey furrowed his eyebrows, placing his fingers on the trigger. 'That's not true!' He denied.

'Yeah, your son. He was a manbaby who made his girlfriend do all the killing.' She stated, lifting her head.

'He was a strong young man!' The detective defended.

'He was a limp-dick, a little fuck who cried before I slit his throat.'

'Shut the fuck up!' Quinn yelled. Before she could attack Sam, Tara hit her in the face with a brick, sending her to the floor. Her teeth were scattered on the ground while blood escaped her lips.

I had found an Old Tv and it was now or never. I went towards it and moved it to the edge of the railings. 'Hey!' I dropped it on top of Bailey & Ethan. Bailey had gotten hit by it on his feet while Ethan had made an escape rapidly.

'Y/n!' Sam & Tara exclaimed at the same time looking up.

'Watch out!' I yelled at the duo.

Suddenly gunshots rang throughout the area. It was Kirby, who was finally unconscious. She tried shooting Bailey & Quinn.

Ethan was no where to be found.

I quickly turned around and ran to the stairs next to the furniture. I made my way to the Lobby and I saw him. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐝. His lifeless body.

I let out a scream covering my mouth as my moment of shock made me back away, something bumped-into me.

Ethan.

'Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, What a surprise!' He exclaimed playing with his knife.

I looked at him with disgust and pure anger.

'What the fuck is wrong with you!' I say still backing up.

'You really think you should be talking to the guy holding a knife, like that?' Ethan getting closer to me.

'I was right the entire time, huh?'

'You never fail me Y/n.' Ethan grinned.

'So what, you're gonna kill me now? You're gonna stab me multiple times? Go ahead Landry.'

'I know it hurts! I'm sorry for Richie, But this is not the way. I've lost people too. We all grieve differently but your father doesn't get that. He's hurting people! You're better than this & a better 𝐌𝐀𝐍.'

Ethan approached closer as i kept scooting back.

'You're not a disappointment Ethan, You're a great guy! You had my back & cared!'

'It's called an 𝐚𝐜𝐭 sweetheart!' Ethan exclaimed getting closer to me.

I finally hit a wall behind me.

'You can be the better person. You're good enough 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄! If your Father doesn't think that, Well i do!' I say in desperation. 'I really meant what i said before Ethan. I'm proud of who you 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 are, and this is not it. You don't have to be a killer to prove yourself. You're already good enough for you.'

'Shut up!' Ethan exclaimed aiming his knife at my throat.

Ethan's eyes meet mine as he tried comprehending what i just said.

'I forgive you Landry.' His eyes glistened as the pure anger of it turned into realization.

'So, If you wanna kill me. 𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭. I won't be your only 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Anika couldn't be one.'

'𝐃𝐨 𝐢𝐭.'