𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✵𝐁. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬

𝕋ℍ𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝕃 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔼ℝ𝕊

Sidney dragged Gyda down the road, the Australian hyperventilating out of sheer shock and panic. They managed to get to the car, the brunette pushing the white-haired female inside first before following after her in the driver's seat.

The exchange student scrambled into the passenger's seat and slamming her hands down on the car's lock just as the murderer reached for the door.

He must've seen something, the cloak smearing across the car as Gyda looked over at Sidney in fright. "Your window," she yelled out, the bleeding brunette rolling up the car window with frantic huffs and pulls of the lever.

Gyda watched with horror as the killer reached the other's side just as the window had successfully been pulled up and door locked. Deciding to be helpful, the blue-eyed teenager dug her hand in the direction of the keys, only to find that they were gone.

A sinister tapping on the window - almost mocking the two as they slowly twisted their heads to face the masked human being who held a knife in one hand and tauntingly dropping the keys that he held in his other hand in their faces.

Suddenly, he ducked down and Gyda's mouth opened and let out a gasp. She had no idea what this person was playing at, but she surely didn't like it. At all.

Not even seconds later, her lock opened and she frantically pushed it back down. "What the fuck," she cursed, exasperatingly looking between the lock and her friend. The slow sound of something opening caught the Australian's attention as Sidney grasped a walkie talkie in her hands, talking into it.

"Hello? I'm at Stu Macher's house on-"

Gyda zoned out of the conversation as her head twisted to face the back - the door that was once closed but were now open. A black figure appeared, the Australian tensing up in fear as she tried swallowing down the pit of fear that threatened to come up and stop her from doing anything.

"S-Sidney," she called out, concerned and her voice cracking in sheer fear.

"Yes?" 

Gyda didn't get a chance to respond as the masked person flung themselves at Sidney, grabbing onto her arm and the two girls let out screams. Gyda didn't know what to do, so she did the only thing that came to mind and she raised her foot and kicked the aggressor in the face.

Taking no time, the two girls fell out of the car on different sides - Sidney being closer to the door than Gyda, but that didn't stop either of them from bolting to what appears to be the only safe place right now.

Stu's house.

They got to the veranda, a loud, male voice booming in their ears as Sidney crouched down and delved into the Deputy's work uniform and pulling out the concealed weapon.

"Sidney! Gyda! Jesus, we need to get the fuck out of here," Randy called out, Gyda turning around to see him limping his way towards them. 

"Stay the fuck right there!" 

Stu came barreling through the front gates, panic-ridden and breathing heavily. "It's not me, Sidney. I found Tatum, she's dead!" Randy continued to say, genuine fear cascading his expression.

"I think Stu did it-"

"Don't listen to him, Gyda!" The tall boy walked forward, face scrunched up as he pleaded with the two women who decided who lived right now. "Gyda?" When she didn't respond and just turned away, unsure, the brunette called for Sidney.

"Sidney?"

"It was him, he killed Billy, and my Tatum."

The two boys pretty much raced towards the two females to get them to believe their side of the story. Randy almost got to the door before Stu grabbed his forearm and threw him down the porch stairs.

"He killed them!"

"No, I didn't, guys!"

"Yes you did!"

"Give me the gun, Sidney!"

"Please, I didn't do anything! Please!"

Gyda stumbled backwards in horror - wanting to believe both of them as she didn't like seeing either one like this, falling into the house and landing on her behind. 

"Fuck you both!"

Sidney followed after her, slamming the door shut and locked it so neither one could get in.

Gyda grabbed onto the side of her head as she lifted her knees to her chest and cradled herself on the floor, trying to block out the screaming boys that were outside. "No, no, no, no," she repeated, shaking her head.

A loud thud was heard from above, and Gyda scattered herself onto her feet, her eyes widening at the sight of a bloodied familiar male that she thought she'd never see again.

He let out a groan of pain, holding his side as he struggled to move forward. "Sid," he called out, looking at his lover's eyes with concern. 

Gyda looked to the side, uncomfortable on what she was meant to do, but as the brunette moved forward and fell down the stairs she couldn't help but rush forward.

"Billy!"

"Are you okay?"

Gyda stood off to the side, though somewhat near as she observed the red-stained shirt that attached itself to the male.

She felt it in her gut that something wasn't right, but pushed it aside as Billy clearly needed medical help.

"I thought you were dead."

"No, I mean, I got stuck pretty bad," Billy stuttered out, glancing at Gyda with slightly furrowed eyebrows before letting Sidney help him back up on his two feet. "You're bleeding," Sidney started, Gyda coughing to not say anything as the traumatic events happened to them all.

"Gotta get help," Billy muttered, limping for the door and using the wall as something to lean on. "No, Billy! He's out there."

"Give me the gun, it's okay," Billy soothed, hunched over the doorknob as he prepared himself to do what he needed to. Sidney hesitantly gave over the gun, the door being unlocked before Randy pushed himself in.

"Stu's gone mad!" Randy shouted, accidentally knocking into Gyda who stumbled once more as her body finally caught up with everything. Billy's eyes flashed with anger at the sight, darkening as a twisted smile appeared on his face.

"We all go a little mad sometimes."

He raised his gun at Randy, shooting the brunette in the shoulder and the teenager flung backwards, Gyda only just managing to get out of the way as Randy's body tumbled to the floor.

"Anthony Perkins, Psycho. Don't you agree, Gumdrop?"