𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 || stu macher

ELEVEN ; MOTIVES

"Stu's flipped out!" Said Randy from where he was now standing beside Molly, favoring one leg. "He's gone mad!"

Billy turned his head and looked at Randy, a small, menacing smirk forming across his lips. Molly's heart dropped and her blood ran cold.

"We all go a little mad sometimes." He whispered in a voice that sent shivers down their spines.

Then he raised the gun.

"No, Billy!" Sidney yelled.

Randy's eyes went wide. "Holy fuck." Then he yelled in pain when Billy sent a bullet flying into his shoulder.

Molly's hands flew to her face and she screamed so loudly that if they were in a movie from the fifties, she would have broken the windows.

The force of the shot sent Randy flying backwards into a small table, sending him, and a couple of vases, crashing to the ground.

"Randy!" Molly sobbed. She and Sidney ran towards his fallen form.

Laying amongst the mess of shattered porcelain and wood, Randy groaned in pain and held his shoulder. Molly gasped as she started crying again as she put her hand on Randy's side. She looked up at the door to see Billy leaning against it with a flashy grin.

He used the gun to scratch his head and he chuckled. "Anthony Perkins, Psycho." He said, seeming pleased with himself. "You know that one, don't you, Molls?" She just stared at him in disbelief.

Molly and Sidney slowly got to their feet, huddled close together. Molly almost gagged when she watched Billy lick the crimson blood off his fingers as if it were icing from a cake.

Was he a cannibal?

"Hm." He hummed, looking at the girls. "Corn syrup."

Oh.

"Same stuff they used for pig's blood in Carrie." Billy smirked. "Now I know you know that one, Molly. Carrie is your favorite scary movie, right? You told me so yourself."

Molly's eyes widened as she recalled her most recent movie night.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Molly smiled slightly, shrugging, even though the caller couldn't see her. "Oh, God, I don't know. Probably...Carrie. That one freaked me out when I was little."

It was starting to come together.

Molly shook her head and groaned. "No..." she whipped around to run into the kitchen, but was stopped when she collided with someone's chest. She looked up eyes widening. "Stu!" She sobbed and gripped his sweater, leaving smudges of blood on the light material. "Stu, oh, God! Help me!" She cried.

Stu didn't say anything. He just stood there. Slowly, Molly looked up at him. He was smirking.

Stu brought a small device to his face and held it to his mouth.

"Surprise, Molly."

The killers voice.

Molly stumbled away from Stu, a look of horror and hatred on her face. "No!" She cried, and attempted to run past Stu, but he easily caught her.

In the distraction, Sidney ran past the struggling pair and into the kitchen, but was stopped when a new person appeared in the exit's doorway.

As Stu dragged Molly's kicking and shrieking form into the kitchen, Sidney's eyes widened in fear and she let out a horrified "No!"

Molly finally stopped crying and struggling against Stu when she looked up and saw Monty Lipton standing in the kitchen with them. Hands covered in blood, and maniacal smirk on his face. Between Monty, Stu and Billy, they all had the girls trapped.