Today appeared to be the day Mickey Altieri decided to kidnap you.
No, literally.
He knew you were under a lot of stress lately and had basically taken you hostage, refusing to take 'no' for an answer. Hallie's stubbornness must have rubbed off on him, or maybe it was the other way around.
Either way, it was surprisingly hot today, especially inside the car.
The wheels were running along the road and Mickey was in the driver's seat, bobbing his head and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio, which was some kind of rock song.
You were in the passenger's seat, trying not to sweat your eyebrows off. Even with the windows rolled all the way down, the dampness on your forehead made some strands of (H/C) hair stick to your skin.
God knew how your bodyguards could stand the heat in those tight suits of theirs.
Mickey had taken you to watch a movie and it was around 1 PM by the time the car rolled to a stop near the familiar scenery of the campus, all the way to the back.
While you had been strongly opposed to the idea at first, it turned out to be a pretty decent day, far better than the one before.
Finally you got out and hopped onto the sidewalk, followed by your little entourage of men.
It was quite the sight for onlookers. A girl of 20 with one male friend beside her matching her steps, and two large men only few meters trailing behind.
Your feet dragged you across the stone as you walked with slightly slumped shoulders. No matter how distracted he managed to get you, your thoughts always 180'd back to the same things.
Mickey, on a rare occasion, hadn't been trying to tease or flirt with you so far.
Instead, he proved himself to be a formidable listener as you vented about everything that happened from Woodsboro up til now.
Of course, there was the 'you got me, your prince in shining armor to protect ya', but aside from that, he tried to stay serious.
Though, you didn't mention your break up with Derek just yet, thinking it to be too soon.
As you kept walking underneath the shadows of the trees, your stomach suddenly let out the largest rumble ever.
It made your eyes widen in emberrassment and out of your peripheral vision, you already spotted the slight smirk arising on Mickey's face.
He had his mouth already opened to make a comment, but you muttered something under your breath before he could. "Not a word, Altieri."
By the time late afternoon arrived, you were working on a project at the library inside one of the college's buildings.
More specifically, the part of the library that was sectioned off exclusively for computer use. It consisted of thirty to forty cubicles that housed PCs, one of which you were sitting at.
The place was packed, every cubicle already occupied. Your two police guards were somewhere closeby, wandering up and down the rows to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary.
You were typing feverishly and focused until the screen started flashing and beeping.
Puzzled, you clicked your tongue and tried to make it stop, but to no avail.
Leaning back in your chair, you folded your arms in front of yourself and turned to the guy sitting next to you, clearing your throat. "Excuse me? Did your computer just freeze?"
The guy leaned over and took a quick glance at your monitor. "You have an instant message, that's all. Just hit ALT M."
"I'm not signed on," you said, feeling your body tense as you pressed your palms flat on the snall desk in front of you.
"Someone here in the room is. All the PCs are connected," he shrugged and returned to work at his own computer.
You eyed the screen suspiciously, shoving your insecurity down and hit ALT + M. Not sooner did a threatening message pop up on the screen.
'YOU'RE GOING TO DIE'
You freaked out, just about muffling a cry as you shot up from your seat, looking about the crowded room. He could be anywhere.
The two guards took notice of your panicked reaction and rushed over to your side.
"He's here in the room," you shakily pointed to the screen.
The men instantly broke up and covered the room, pulling people away from their terminals to check their computers.
You backed away from your own screen that was now reflecting your anxious expression, feeling your terror grow.
Suddenly, it flashed and beeped again, your ears pricking up almost visibly as you looked around, before cautiously hitting ALT + M again.
Another message popped up, making your face go stone pale.
'THE POLICE CAN'T SAVE YOU'
On that note, it was time to nope the fuck out.
You'd gone straight for the dormitories after that, unable to cope with the stress that came with the death threats.
But as soon as you forced the door open inwards and let it smack against the wall, something felt off.
You couldn't quite put your finger on it because at first glance, nothing appeared out of place. Everything had been just the way you left it. Nothing had been taken.
No, nothing had been taken.
Something had been added.
There was now a stack of pictures laying on your bed.
Someone had been in your room and somehow got in and out undetected, which was an impressive feat because there was always someone around in the buildings and around the campus itself.
At first you stood frozen in the door frame.
There was this omnious aura coming off from the photographs that told you to stay away and the foreboding feeling inching itself through every part of your body only accentuated that fact, making your stomach churn.
Once you finally gathered the courage to saunter over without letting your gaze drift away and take the small objects in your hands, you wished you hadn't.
"Oh my God..." You huffed breathlessly.
What the fuck were these?
The photos all showed one disgusting scene after another with two figures clad in the iconic Ghostface robes.
One was standing straight with a blood-covered knife in hand as the other was squatting down beside their victim, appearing to make fun of them.
You didn't see who the victim was. All you saw was an eviscerated corpse drenched in their own blood with two killers standing in the same frame.
Each photo grew more vile than its predecessor and after checking the pictures several times, you came to the conclusion that they were very real.
Your world just turned into a frozen wasteland where you felt like you're burning as your knees buckled under their weight, and your stomach instantly lost it.
Vomit rose up in your throat, burning as it went along, then entering your mouth.
You'd made it to the toilet just in a nick of time to spew the acid out as you felt your eyes beginning to water. With each blink came one of the images that you had dropped back onto the mattress.
Five minutes passed when you were finally able to collect yourself again, rinsing your face with the cool water of the faucet. Your legs felt like they were made out of jelly and you quickly sat yourself back down before you could lapse into unconsciousness.
Staring away from the gruesome objects was impossible, it seemed. Your eyes were glued to them and you felt cemented to your bed.
Your fingers trembled in undeniable fear as all sorts of thoughts came like a bullet to the head.
Could it be? No, that was impossible.
Right?
Your hand moved over to the small, white bottle sitting on your nightstand.
Without peeling your eyes from the very graphic pictures, might I add, you popped open the cap, took out a small, red capsule and threw it into your mouth before gulping it down.
Once the nauseating fog cleared from your mind, you promptly made your way over to the shredder and dropped the photos in it, staring as they got destroyed into little pieces, feeling as stiff and rigid as a plank of wood.
Your heart was screaming the truth at your brain that didn't want to listen to what it was hearing.
There were only two people sick enough to do things like that.
Billy Loomis and Stu Macher.