[  the edits are piling up over on my tikok. i can tell i'm gonna waste my whole summer making these. my current favs are the mark one set to an upcoming chappell roan song and the one i just posted that's just billy and stu being silly babies  ]

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YOU CAN'T JUST CALL BILLY LOOMIS A RAT-LOOKING, HOMO-REPRESSED MAMA'S BOY AND THEN DIE ON ME.

☆︎ APRIL, 1998 ☆︎

Inside the local coffee shop, the TV set on the wall was playing an entertainment channel that was running an interview with Tori Spelling and Mädchen Amick as they talked about the making of Stab. While Randy, Dewey, and Virginia got their drinks, Sophia was the only one half-paying attention to what was being said.

"So, tell us about these parts you're getting rave reviews for," the blonde interviewer named Claire Elliot said to the girls.

"Well," Tori Spelling began, speaking in a soft voice, "I play this young girl, Sidney Prescott, who discovers that her boyfriend is this crazy serial killer who also killed her mother the year before that."

"Spoilers," Sophia muttered under her breath.

"And I play her friend, Indiana Winger, who gets caught up in their love triangle and finds herself the target of the boyfriend's obsessive love," Mädchen added with a smile. "She's gonna go down in final girl history, Claire."

"So what kind of research did you do for the part?" Claire asked them.

"Well, we got together and read the book—"

Randy began talking over Tori Spelling as the others all came to the table Sophia was holding. He was ranting yet again about the movie — something he'd been doing since the first trailer came out and he wasn't in it aside from the voiceover.

"I don't get it. They get Tori Spelling to play Sid, and they cast Joe Blow Nobody to play me. At least you get David Schwimmer," he said, looking at Dewey. Then he narrowed his eyes at Virginia in annoyance. "And don't get me fucking started on the Brooke fucking Shields while I get the guy who drove Jane Seymour's stagecoach for one episode of Doctor Quinn."

"Have you tried being a more interesting person?" Sophia asked while grabbing the latte Virginia got her.

"I'm plenty fucking interesting, I'll have you know," Randy grumbled before sitting next to her. Sophia just hummed in amusement as the rest of them glanced back at the TV, where Claire was explaining how they were about to watch a scene from the new movie.

"This is Tori Spelling and Mädchen Amick starring in the new film Stab."

The scene showed Sidney — Tori — running down the hallways of Woodsboro High in tears. She went around the corner and rammed right into Billy — Luke Wilson — who steadied her. Randy thought they really captured his greasy hair perfectly.

"Billy, you scared me. What are you doing here?"

"They let me go, Sid," Billy said, flashing his ink-covered fingers from being fingerprinted. "I didn't do it. I'm innocent."

"I know," Sidney said gently. He moved to cup her cheek, but she pushed him away, shaking her head. "Please."

"Why won't you let me touch you?"

"Look, I've been going through a lot lately, Billy. And with my mom—"

"Sid, I think you need to just deal with that and move on," he interrupted insensitively. "I mean, when my mom left my dad, I accepted it. That's the way the cookie crumbles. Moms leave."

Sidney glared up at him. "Yeah, your mom left town. She's not buried in a cemetery somewhere. My mom's dead, and she's never coming back. Ever."

Then she ran off, leaving Billy behind to smack his head. "Stupid."

"Well, that's not new information," Indiana — Mädchen — spoke up with a smirk. Billy turned and saw her leaning against the lockers, dressed exactly like the real Indy did back in high school.

"Indiana," he breathed out, looking over the bruises on her neck angrily. "That sick fuck hurt you."

"It's fine," she said, waving his worry off. She moved closer — too close for someone who had a girlfriend. "I'm fine. So is Sid. But it sounded like you two were fighting. What about?"

"Let's not talk about it here," Billy said, looking around the empty hallway. Then he reached for her hand. "You could come to mine after school. I'll keep you safe."

Indiana shot a flirty smile at him. "Yeah, you can keep me safe."

The scene ended after that as the camera panned back out, showing Claire with the two actresses once again.

"Ooh, I love scary movies," Claire said, grinning.

"That wasn't a scary clip," Sophia said with a frown. And how the hell did Gale even know about that to put in her book?

"Unless you count the script," Virginia muttered.

"I'll wait for video," Randy said, rolling his eyes. Then he leaned in over the circular table, looking between them all. "Okay, let's get down to business. The way I see it, someone's out to make a sequel. You know, cash in on all the movie murder hoopla. So it's our job to observe the rules of the sequel."

"Yes, because real life totally works like movies," Virginia said, nodding seriously despite her sarcasm.

"No, he's right, Virginia," Sophia said, jumping to Randy's side of the argument.

"Number one, the body count is always bigger," Randy went on, counting on his fingers. "Number two, the death scenes are always more elaborate — more blood, more gore. Carnage candy. Your core audience just expects it. And number three, if you want your sequel to become a franchise, never ever—"

"How do we find the killer, Randy?" Dewey interrupted him impatiently. He and Virginia didn't have time for this. "That's what we wanna know."

"Oh, well, let's look at the suspects," he said. "There's Derek, the obvious boyfriend. Hello, Billy Loomis! The guy's pre-med, and his pity-me surface wound conveniently missed every major vein and artery."

"So you think it's Derek?" Virginia asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, it was the top of his arm, so it wasn't as difficult to miss all that stuff than if it was the underside or even his wrist."

"Not so fast," Randy said, getting ready to backtrack. "Let's assume the killer, or 'ers, has a half a brain. He's not a Nick At Nite rerun type of guy. He wants to break some new ground. Right?"

"Right," Sophia agreed.

"So forget the boyfriend. It's tired. Who else do we got?"

"There's—"

Dewey was cut off before he could even get his thought out. "Mickey, the freaky Tarantino film student!" he exclaimed.

Virginia snorted and set her cup of coffee down. "Babe, you better be prepared to fight off Indiana with an accusation like that."

"I'm not," he said, lowering his voice. "And if he's a suspect, so am I. So, let's move on."

"Whoa, wait," Dewey said, shaking his head. "Let's not move on. Maybe you are a suspect."

"Well, if I'm a suspect, you're a suspect," he shot back.

"You have a point," he admitted sheepishly.

"We were still in California when the other two were killed," Sophia jumped in.

"Okay," Dewey then said, "let's move on to—"

"Hallie," Randy interrupted again.

"Do you just want to talk, and us give no input?" Virginia asked, raising an eyebrow. Randy just childishly sneered at her.

"Wait, Sid's roommate?" Dewey asked him.

"Uh-huh."

"Serial killers are typically white males," Sophia informed him. "And again, you'd better be prepared to fight off Jackson with an accusation like that."

"I could take him," Randy said, puffing his chest up. Sophia outwardly laughed while Virginia and Dewey at least tried to hide their smiles by drinking their coffee. "And that's why Hallie is perfect. It's sort of against the rules, but not really. Mrs. Voorhees was a terrific serial killer. And there's always room for Candyman's daughter. She's sweet. She's deadly. She's bad for your teeth."

Dewey cringed while licking his own teeth, looking unconvinced while thinking on it. "Come on, Randy. These kids are your friends. Who do you think's the killer?" he asked him, leaning closer.

"How about Gale Weathers?" he asked.

"Gale?" Dewey laughed in disbelief. "A killer?"

"Why not?" Virginia questioned, raising an eyebrow. "If Sid, Jack, and Indy's spouses are suspects, then your ex is too."

"Well, she is vicious enough," he mumbled, looking down.

"She's an opportunist," Randy reminded him.

"Willing to do anything and everything to make sure she comes out on top," Sophia added bitterly.

"Yeah," Dewey mumbled, putting a little more thought into it.

"Isn't it conceivable she's planning her next book? That's what reporters do, Dewey. They stage the news," Randy said, already theorizing.

Dewey finally shook his head. "No. Gale's a lot of things, but Gale's not a killer."

Randy rolled her eyes. "Just because you're sweet on her—"

"No, I'm not," he cut him off, looking at Virginia. "Not anymore."

It went over Randy's head as Dewey stared at Virginia with stars in his eyes. And she just shyly looked away, resigned to not do anything until he manned up and made a fucking move. Sophia saw it though. Actually, she'd seen an unbearable amount of it over the last two days — lots of longing looks and flirty comments.

"Cute," she said, pointing between the two teasingly. "But stop. This is no time for romance."

"Please, this is me talking," Randy said, leaning in close, completely ignoring Sophia's commentary. "Randy, the unrequited love slave of Sidney Prescott. I know all about obsession—" He then pulled the collar of his shirt to the side, showing off the long scar from when he was shot. "—and pain."

"You've got your love scar to prove it," Dewey commented.

"I've got that beat," Sophia said while raising her shirt the slightest bit, showing three different jagged scars on her stomach. There was another on her chest, left arm, and her hand, the final parting gifts from Billy Loomis.

"Yeah, we all do," Randy said, nodding to Dewey's right side. "And what's with that limp anyway? Because you were stabbed in the back."

"Severed nerve," he muttered self-consciously.

"And not doing his physical therapy," Virginia quickly added, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Look," Dewey said, sighing as he brought them back on topic, "Gale's no killer."

"Okay, okay," Randy said, choosing to drop it for the time being. "Whatever you say. But if she's not a killer, she's a target."

"Not just her," Sophia told them. "We all are."

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Indiana didn't really want to be at rehearsal for Agamemnon. She only offered to help with the sound so that she could be around Mickey and Sidney more. And Mickey, who was doing the lighting, skipped out at the last minute, claiming he had to finish something for his editing class, so he wasn't even there with her. Derek was covering security for him and would be there later to get the girls. Running the sound equipment just wasn't as entertaining as getting to play the music like they did a few months ago in the production of Hair.

Sidney didn't want to be at rehearsal either, but not because she was bored — because she was fearing for everyone's lives. She was sitting next to the Director, Professor Gold, and trying to talk her way out of the role. But he wasn't an easy man to convince.

"We've been through this before. You know what I think about your potential as an actress," he told her gently.

"I know. I know," Sidney mumbled, "It's just that with the murders and the movie and my life..."

"I do know how difficult it is for you," he said.

Sidney looked at him doubtfully — no one really knew how difficult it was except for Indiana, Sophia, and Randy. "Gus, I just... I don't think I can do it."

"The battle for the soul is fought in the forum of art. You're a fighter, Sid. That's why you're here. That's why this is your major."

"Yeah, I'm a fighter," she mumbled, looking to the side.

"I didn't hear that," Professor Gold told her, looking pointedly at her.

"I'm a fighter," she said again, looking at him this time. But she still hardly meant it.

"I don't believe you." The two shared a silent look, Sidney too stubborn to do what he wanted. He shook his head, disappointed in her. "I don't."

Sidney squared her shoulders and spoke in a stronger tone. "I'm a fighter," she declared, beginning to believe it a bit.

"Okay," he said, finally smiling. "So, at the risk of sounding like a college drama teacher, if you've got pain around this kind of material, use it. This is your role, Sid. Cassandra is one of the great tragic visionaries of literature. She saw it all coming — the wars, the murder, the madness. She knew she was cursed. It was her fate, and she embraced it. None of us can avoid our fate, but as an artist, you can honestly face it and fight it."

Sidney let out an amused scoff, not sure if she'd ever heard a more motivational speech. "You're good."

Suddenly, Indiana's head popped in between them. "He doesn't have an understudy," she said, grinning at Sidney.

"True," Professor Gold said, chuckling. "I'm desperate. But you can do this." Then he stood up and clapped his hands, getting everyone's attention. "Okay, everybody. Gather around. Third Act, one last time."

"Let's go get you in costume," Indy said, kissing Sidney's cheek.

Sure, Sidney's costume was extravagant with hard-to-put-in hair extensions and a dress that had a horrible habit of snagging on the props, but it was worth it because she looked like a powerful, wrathful goddess to Indiana. She looked absolutely perfect up on the stage, though Indiana couldn't really see every angle from the sound booth.

"Cue the music!" Professor Gold instructed once everyone was in their places. Indiana did as she was told, playing the track of dramatic music they'd recorded with the marching band a month ago. Others were working the fog machine, making lights flash like lightning, and moving giant metal sheets to make it sound like thunder.

On stage, the ensemble was dressed in brown, hooded cloaks with clay masks over their face, all crowding around Sidney, who was crouching down as they began to chant and approach her.

"All, behold the dreaded fate of Troy that once stood proud and light upon the hills of Sparta. Now, shrouded in the deathly smoke of ruin, her royal children pitched from her walls, her people driven through her ruins. And now, alone in fate's cruel isolation stands Cassandra, her kingdom, family, and friends driven to the wind."

As they chanted ominously, Sidney rose, an intense stare on her face. Then she began her monologue, the false wind blowing her flowing dress around. "No crime against gods or man have I committed, save to speak the truth. And each hideous vision born from my mind has come to pass. Troy has fallen, not by my hand or wish, but as I foresaw. So now, fate's vengeful eye is fixed on me."

At her last line, the boy playing 'Fate' was lowered over the stage, hanging from a bright, golden platform that looked like the sun. He pointed down at Sidney.

Indiana then swapped to a faster track, turning up the volume as the ensemble began to shout and wield stone knives while Sidney ran around them. It was a dramatic mess of chanting, lifting, and twirling. Because of her position and how many people were on stage, Indy couldn't really see anything out of the ordinary.

But when she heard Sidney scream, she quickly shut the music off and ran from the side stage. She saw Sidney on the ground, in front of one of the actors, who'd taken his mask off and was looking down at her in confusion.

"All right, hold it. Hold it!" Professor Gold shouted, running up the aisle and toward the stage. Andrews and Richards were behind him. "Everyone, take five."

"Sid?" Indiana asked, seeing the tears in her eyes. All the others removed their masks, clearly not understanding what happened either.

Instead of answering, Sidney scrambled to her feet and ran from the stage in tears. Indiana chased after her, not bothering to call out to her, knowing she wouldn't slow down. It wasn't until she climbed all the way up to the catwalk that Sidney stopped.

"Hey," Indiana said softly, coming up beside her. "What happened out there?"

Before replying, Sidney ran into her arms, hiding her head in Indy's shoulder as she cried. "I thought - I thought he was there. I saw the mask and the knife. He was there."

For a moment, Indiana wondered if that was true. After all, the ensemble wearing masks and wielding knives could easily trigger something in her. But Indy also knew Sidney wouldn't just see something like that, so she threw the thought away and rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Well, he's gone for now," she said quietly. "And I'm here. I'm not leaving you behind."

She felt Sidney nod into her shoulder, holding her tighter. "I just - I just want this to all be over."

"It will be soon," Indiana said. "Whether because the police catch whoever this is or because..."

"Because they decide to end it," she finished for her, pulling back a bit.

Indiana nodded sadly. "Yeah." Then she carefully wiped under Sidney's eyes with her thumbs, getting rid of the mascara marks.

"I'm not ready to go back out there," Sidney mumbled. She could see all the looks her castmates were giving her — like she was a crazy person.

"Then we won't go back out there," Indiana told her. "We can stay up here."

So they did. Indiana let Sidney cry on her shoulder for a good five minutes. But then, just as Sidney was starting to feel like she was calming down, they heard someone coming up to the catwalk. Both looked over and saw that it was Derek. She quickly turned away and wiped at her eyes some more.

"Sid. Your escort has arrived," he greeted, clueless to what happened to her on the stage earlier. He'd just asked Allison where she was, and she pointed up to the two of them.

"Derek," Sidney said, eying him warily, "how long have you been here?"

"I just got here," he said, looking confused as he frowned and studied her tear-filled eyes. "Is everything okay? What's going on?"

"What happened to Mickey?" she asked defensively.

"We swapped. He had to edit. You get me instead. What happened?" he asked again.

Derek tried to comfort her, but she backed away from his touch, her eyes beginning to water all over again. "Derek, don't," she said, her voice shaking. "Don't. I just need to be alone right now, okay?"

"Being alone is not the answer, Sid," he said, leaning closer. "Besides, you aren't alone. Indiana is up here."

Sidney couldn't help the light scoff that slipped from her mouth. How would he know what she needed? "Yeah, well, I think it is. I need some distance."

He blinked slowly, trying to process what she was saying, clearly not happy with it. "Well, do I get a say in this?"

Sidney shook her head, looking away. "No."

"I guess I'm supposed to be... understanding," he mumbled, glancing at Indiana, remembering their conversation from the morning.

"Yeah," she said, sniffing afterward.

Though he was clearly not happy, Derek stopped pushing her. "You got it," he said quietly before leaving them alone.

Once he was gone, Sidney began crying again, her head falling on Indiana's shoulder. "If it helps with the being suspicious," she said, rubbing her arms, "Mickey did have to edit. I just forgot to tell you Derek was coming."

"It doesn't change anything," Sidney whispered, her voice cracking on the last half of her sentence. "I can't trust him. Not until this is all over."

"And he'll understand that eventually," Indiana assured her. "You know... if he's not... you know."

"A murderer?"

"Yeah, that."

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The last place Dewey wanted to be was sandwiched between Virginia and Gale, but there they were on a bench underneath a tree on the main quad. Randy and Sophia were to his right, and Joel was sitting behind Gale, nervously whittling something sharp.

"All right," Gale said, pulling her lit cigarette away from her mouth. "Let's just assume the killer is repeating Woodsboro—" Her cell phone rang, so she quickly answered it. "Yes? — I'll have to call you back."

She ended the call as soon as it started, and Dewey restarted the conversation. "That doesn't explain Sidney and Indiana's attack. They weren't killed in Woodsboro."

"Wasn't for a lack of trying, at least for Sid," Randy muttered. "The killer's trying to finish what was started."

"Well, Sid's under protection, right?" Gale asked them.

"Yeah," Dewey said. "So is Indiana."

"But Stu and Billy didn't try to kill Indy," Sophia stated. Then she pointed to the four of them. "They tried to kill all of us."

Then Gale's phone rang once more. "What?" she asked. But she didn't even let the man on the other end finish his sentence. "Tell Bob I'll call him back!"

"When'd she start smoking?" Dewey muttered to the others, glancing at his ex. Virginia had been constantly waving the smoke out of her face.

"Ever since those nude pictures on the internet," Randy told him.

"It was just my head. It was Jennifer Aniston's body," Gale snapped, making Joel and Sophia snicker.

"I'll have to let Indy know she was right about that," Randy said, nodding at her answer.

Gale rolled her eyes and kept talking. "Anyway, you're forgetting something. In Woodsboro, there were more victims before the homestretch — Tatum, my cameraman, Himbry—"

"Time out. I don't need to be hearing about no dead cameramen, all right? I'm warning you guys," Joel cut her off while getting off the bench. "I am a verb away from vacating these premises. I'm going to get me some coffee, doughnuts, Prozac, see if I can find some crack, Special K, X, not Malcolm, and I'll be back when you guys start talking about something a little more Saved By The Bell-ish, all right?"

"Indy knows a gu..." Sophia trailed off, seeing the mothering look Virginia was shooting her. "Indy doesn't know a guy."

"He seems a little shaky," Dewey noted as Joel stalked off.

"Don't worry about him," Gale said, rolling her eyes. "If the killer is following a pattern, maybe we can figure out who's next."

"I wouldn't follow a killer's pattern," Dewey told her. "We were all involved in Woodsboro. Could be any one of us."

"Okay, so what do you wanna do, bonehead?" Gale asked, getting frustrated with him. "Just wanna sit here, wait, and see who drops next?"

Virginia sighed, dreading what she was about to say next. "She has a point, Dewey. Waiting around got more people killed last time. We've got to think of something."

"Exactly," Gale said, smirking at him. "So, give us a genius plan, bonehead."

"Well, I don't know," he muttered as her phone rang once again. He couldn't help but slip in a childish, "Phonehead."

As the phone kept ringing, Randy picked it up in annoyance. "Gale's not here!" he shouted.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" a deep, threatening voice asked. The Ghostface voice. Randy froze. "You five look deep in thought. Have you ever felt a knife cut through human flesh and scrape the bone beneath?"

As Ghostface laughed on the other end, Randy nervously covered the microphone. "It's him."

"Who?" Dewey asked, confused.

"Gee," Sophia said, rolling her eyes. "Who could he be referring to when there's a serial killer on the loose who specifically calls their victims first?"

"Yeah, the killer," Randy confirmed. "He can see us."

All five of them stood and began searching the quad, which was pointless, as Ghostface wasn't just wandering around in the full costume.

"Just keep him on the phone," Dewey ordered.

"What do you want me to say?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"I don't know. Just keep him talking. Come on, Virginia, Gale," Dewey said, pulling them along. "Soph, stay with Randy. Don't leave his side."

She nodded as the adults ran off. Since Randy didn't think to put the phone on speaker given how nervous he was, Sophia walked on her toes and kept her face near his to hear the conversation.

"Uh, hi," Randy greeted nervously, his eyes darting all over the area. "So, what's your favorite scary movie?"

"You'll never find me," he said rather than answer.

"Yeah, what do you care?" Sophia asked, glaring at no one in particular. "Let 'em have their fun."

"So, uh, what's up?" Randy asked, still jittery. There weren't a ton of people on the quad, but it wasn't empty. Over by Joel's van, there were two girls on a blanket, one of whom was on the phone.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" Ghostface asked then.

"Showgirls," he told him, beginning to move toward the two people. "Absolutely frightening. What's yours?"

Randy ran up to the girls, and Sophia ripped the phone from her hand, only for her to not be Ghostface. So, Sophia cringed and gave the phone back.

"What's your problem?" she asked, glaring at them.

"Sorry," Randy mumbled, moving on from them. Naturally, the girls got up and left. "Wait. Let me guess. The House On Sorority Row? Dorm That Dripped Blood? Splatter University? Graduation Day? Final Exam? Am I close?"

"Closer than you think," he replied.

Someone ran past them, bumping into Randy and making him screech. It was just some student rushing to catch a football, though, not a knife-wielding freak in a mask.

"Too slow, geek. Do you want to die?" Ghostface taunted.

"Is that the best you can do?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because Billy and Stu were much more original."

"Why are you even here, Randy? You'll never be the leading man."

Randy stood still and shouted into the phone, dragging his words out. "Fuck you!"

"No matter how hard you try, you'll never be the hero, and you'll never, ever get the girl," Ghostface went on.

As he did so, Randy ran up to a passing boy with a phone up to his ear. But yet again, it wasn't who they were looking for. "Shit!" Randy cursed, putting his free hand up. "Sorry. Hey, man..."

"Wrong guy, dead boy."

"Oh, yeah? Well, let's redirect a moment, Mr. I'm-So-original. Where's your innovation?" Randy asked him, getting upset. "Why copycat two high school loser-ass dickheads? Stu was a pussy-ass wet rag. And Billy Loomis — Billy Loomis. What the fuck? Jesus. What a rat-looking, homo-repressed mama's boy."

Sophia couldn't help but grin as she leaned against the passenger side door of Joel's van, impressed with how Randy was telling the killer off.

"Why not set your goals higher, huh?" he went on. "You wanna be one of the big boys? Huh? Manson, Bundy, O.J., Son—"

Suddenly, the side door of the van slid open, and glove-covered hands reached out, pulling Randy inside. Sophia stumbled back with wide eyes, seeing the Ghostface costume on the person's body. She stepped forward to grab Randy and pull him back, but the door slid shut.

"Randy!" she shouted, tugging on the handle. She could hear him screaming as the van rocked from side to side. Sophia looked over her shoulder, not seeing anyone. "Help! Someone help!"

But Dewey, Virginia, and Gale were too far. So, she pulled out her cell phone and dialed 911 while scanning the ground for something she could use.

"911, what's you—"

"The killer's at the school! On the main quad. I need an ambulance!" she shouted while grabbing a huge chunk that'd broken off some of the brick walkway.

"Ma'am, tell us exactly—"

Sophia dropped her phone so that she could use all her strength to smash the brick into the car window. It shattered the glass but the frame still remained intact. That was enough to stop Ghostface from continuing to stab Randy though. Again, Sophia brought the brick forward, this time sending the glass all over the interior of the car. She covered her face with her hand for a moment to keep the glass from getting in her eyes, and by the time she removed it, the driver-side door was hanging open, and the costume mask was sitting abandoned in the seat.

Not giving a damn about Ghostface escaping, she reached through the broken window and felt for the lock, managing to pull it up before throwing the door open. She nearly got sick over the sight of Randy covered in so much blood — she didn't even know where it was coming from.

"Help!" she screamed at the top of her lungs while moving closer. She could see some cuts in his shirt over his gut and just applied pressure there while looking over her shoulder. And finally, she saw three figures rushing their way. "Dewey! Virginia!"

"Sophia!" Virginia was the fastest, reaching Randy and immediately tearing open his buttoned shirt to see the damage. He'd been stabbed three times in the torso, and his leg was bleeding from two other wounds.

Gale screamed at the sight, and Dewey had to lead her away. And of course, that was the time Joel returned with a box of donuts, which crashed to the pavement as he took one look at Randy's body and fainted.

"I - I called the police," Sophia said, her throat feeling tight. "But he got away."

"That's okay," Virginia said while reaching for some of the equipment in the van. "Randy has a pulse. It's weak, but it's there. Keep pressure on his stomach. I'm gonna make a tourniquet for his leg. Dewey! Help Soph! We need more hands."

"Is..." Sophia's voice trembled as he looked down at Randy's blood covering her hands, the mess just spreading the longer she applied pressure. It reminded her far too much of the night she nearly died. Of how Tatum died. "Is he gonna make it?"

Virginia glanced at her before going back to working on his leg. She couldn't go around promising things like that. "I don't know," she admitted. "But you being here and scaring off the killer before they could finish gave him a better chance to survive. So, just keep the pressure on."

Sophia nodded and put her whole weight onto her shaking hands, her eyes beginning to water as she did so. She wasn't going to let Jackson, Indiana, and Sidney go through this again. Not when Indiana was still broken up about Cici.

"C'mon, Meek Geek," Sophia whispered, hearing a siren approaching the area. "You can't just call Billy Loomis a rat-looking, homo-repressed mama's boy and then die on me. You've gotta live to tell Indy the tale."