𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

THIRTY NINE ; THE FINAL GIRL

It took her a moment to realize that the lights were off when she gained her grip on reality again. Molly groaned quietly, lifting herself up from the chairs she had collided with. She looked around; Monty was gone, and so was Roman's unconscious body.

Letting out a quiet, pained grunt, she sat up straighter and looked around almost frantically. That's when she spotted Stu a few feet behind her on his hands and knees, appearing to be bleeding as he tried to stand up.

"Stu," She mumbled to herself, quickly crawling over to his side. She pressed a hand under him on his chest, and pressed another on his back, whispering go him. "Stu? Stu, are you okay?"

The blonde boy's face was grimacing in pain, and he let out a quiet grunt. "Sh-shoulder..." He stuttered out.

Molly's eyes shot to his right shoulder, and she spotted the source of the new new blood; a knife wound. She cursed to herself quietly before she pressed the heels of her palms into the wound and the back of his shoulder.

Stu let out a hiss of pain and screwed his eyes shut. Then he spoke in a strained voice. "Where's...Billy...Sidney...are they okay..."

"I-...I don't know, I-"

Molly cut herself off at the sound of a set of wooden doors creaking open. Both her and Stu immediately turned their heads, on guard.

They watched as a bloodied hand, holding a small gun, slowly poked it's way into the room. It was followed by the equally as bloodied up face of Mark Kincaid.

He spotted Sidney's unconcious body on the floor first as he pushed the door open more, and then his eyes flickered up further, and he spotted Molly and Stu on the floor together. He came into the room slowly, his steps soundless.

"Where is he?" He whispered. But before Molly or Stu could speak, he was met with a wooden chair to the face as Roman Bridger jumped out of the shadows. He - their last hope - collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Monty followed Roman out of the shadows. He glanced over to Molly and Stu, who were practically petrified on the floor halfway across the room, then he looked down to Kincaid, kneeling over him. "His gun. Where's his gun." He said, grittinghis teeth.

As Monty checked Kincaid's holster, Molly caught sight of a glimmer of silver admist the legs of the chairs by the bar; it was Monty's knife. She let go of Stu's stab wound and glanced at the preoccupied killers before she crawled over and snatched up the blade.

"Hey!"

Monty and Roman whipped their heads up to see Molly standing near Stu, an angry glint in her eyes. She held up the fallen knife and tilted her head, raising an eyebrow.

"Loose something?" She said coldly, her knuckles white as she gripped the blade's handle.

Monty's expression didn't falter, not once. If anything, he smirked. "Found something." Then he jumped up from kneeling on the floor, and held up Kincaid's gun. Then he fired.

Before Molly could even widen her eyes and attempt to duck, someone else took the bullet. Molly only comprehended what happened after she saw Sidney's form on the floor several feet in front of her and Stu, shaking and quivering.

Molly's hand with the knife fell to her side, and she staggered several steps back. She felt her lips move as she called Sidney's name, but she didn't hear herself say it.

While both killers seemed surprised, Monty just seemed irritated. He stalked over to Sidney's grounded body and stared down at her. Sidney stared back up in return, hatred burning in her eyes, but no regret for her actions. Monty's expression twitched once, then he shot Sidney again.