𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✵𝐁. 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕋𝕀𝕍𝔼

Gyda looked at the brunette with wide eyes, her fear only escalating to a point where she thought that she could no longer breathe.

He just called her Gumdrop.

The person Gyda thought she was falling for hummed in delight as he pulled one of covered hands in his mouth - all the while staring at her with a certain gleam in his expression. 

"Corn Syrup," he taunted. "Same stuff they used for pigs blood in Carrie."

Gyda shook her head, taking a step back from the man and gripped Sydney's wrist and it was her turn to do the pulling as she tried to make an escape.

They didn't get far as they both ran into somebody, the brunette female letting out a scream of fear. Gyda's teary eyes met blue ones and her body went frigid.

"Stu, help us," Sydney begged, but the white-haired Australian could tell from the other's face this was not going to end well.

"Surprise, Sydney," Stu greeted, bringing up the voice changer to his mouth and speaking into it. 

Betrayal washed through the exchange student's body and it rocked her hard. The two closest people to her in this foreign country turned out to be psychopaths.

She didn't know how it had to be her or the rest of their friends, but all she wanted to do now was leave.

And never return.

But first, she needed to get the two of them away from here without the other two on their tails. Which was going to be difficult as Billy only walked closer to them both.

Taking a huge chance, Gyda pushed past Stu, a yell of hurt and frustration leaving as she got to the end of the kitchen - only for Billy to appear with his gun pointed at Sydney who was behind Gyda with an insane grin.

"Where do you think you're going? Hm, Gumdrop?"

"Don't you dare fucking call me that," Gyda spat out, her eyes blazing with brief anger as she recalled her first friend in this country.

Casey Becker.

Sydney stumbled backwards into the Kitchen counter and Gyda felt her hands shake by her side as she followed suite, not wanting to be separated from the only other victim in this house.

"Why are you doing this?" Sydney pressed, wanting to get an answer out of either of them.

"It's all part of the game, Sydney," the brunette called out, his confidence that once attracted Gyda now repulsed her as she flinched back as he tried to reach out for her.

Hurt flashed through his expression before it disappeared and was replaced with anger.

"Fuck you," Sydney spat out, Gyda nodding her head in agreement as she let go of her hair and let them fall to her sides.

"No, no, no, we already played that game, remember? You lost," Billy stated simply, Stu giving him a knife so delicately Gyda would've assumed that the taller boy worshipped the brown-eyed male.

"See, fun and games. We ask you questions, if you get it wrong - " Stu let out a sound that the two girls put together as a mimicked sound of a gun as he thrusted the weapon in the air. "You die."

"If you get it right, you die," Billy continued, the knife now pointed at Sydney who had taken it upon herself to shield the Australian from her ex-boyfriend.

"You're crazy. Both of you."

Gyda felt around the bench behind her without looking away from the two intimidating males surrounding her as she tried to subtly find a small opening.

Even the slightest one could bring them away from this place, and that was all she needed.

To get away.

"Actually," Stu drawled, coming up from behind Billy and placing his head on his shoulder. "We prefer the term psychotic." 

"You'll never get away with this, Billy," Gyda spoke, gaining their attention as Billy raised an eyebrow in torment. 

"Oh, no? Tell that to Cotton Weary. You wouldn't believe how easy he was to frame," the five foot eight male encouraged, staring directly at the woman who he had shamelessly cared for, for the past few months.

"Watch a few movies, take a few notes. It was fun."

Gyda couldn't help the swing of her arm as she went to go above Sydney, only to be stopped by Billy who grabbed her wrist and smirked. 

"What do you think you're doing?"

The question was met with silence as the blue-eyed female refused to answer his question. She was seething with both fear and anger - knowing what had happened to Sydney's mother, and knew how sensitive she was at the mention of the topic.

"Why did you kill my mother?" Sydney asked, her own teary eyes staring up at the two males - one a used to be best friend, and the other someone she thought she could trust.

"Why?" Billy questioned, seemingly hurt on what the brunette asked of her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"WHY?!"

Gyda flinched from behind Sydney at the way Billy's voice was raised, having never heard that from him ever before.

Noticing the white-haired female's reaction, Billy's voice toned down as he tried to focus on the person he wanted to kill tonight.

"you hear that, Stu? I hear she wants a motive," he breathed out, a hearty laugh leaving his mouth. "I don't really believe in motives, Syd. I mean, did Norman Bates have a motive? No. Did they ever truly decide why Hannibal Lector liked to eat people? Don't think so."

Silence wasn't something that seemed to exist, as Billy continued to speak - filling the void with his voice and his obvious killing intent.

"See, I find it much scarier without a motive. We did your mom a favour. That woman was a slutbag whore who flashed her shit all over town like she was Sharon Stone or something."

"Yeah," Stu agreed, butting into the conversation. "We put her out of her misery, 'cause let's face it Sydney, your mother was no Sharon Stone."

Stu let out a small giggle, raising his eyebrows as he expected one of them to say something. "Hmm?"

Billy pulled his knife to his bottom lip, Gyda couldn't help but glare at the man before them. She couldn't believe this was the same person that would tuck her into bed, the same person who took care of her like no one else.

It just couldn't be.

"Is that motive enough for you?"

No answer seemed to be the way to go as yet again, neither girl spoke what they wanted to - both too afraid they'd get the other harmed in the process.

"How about this? Your slut mother was fucking my father, and she's the reason my mom moved out and abandoned me."

Realisation dawned on Gyda's face as she observed the brown-eyed teenager with a frown. This was all a misunderstanding gone wrong, and now it's turned into a murder-fest.

"Are you sure she didn't abandon you because you're a fucking psychopath?"