[ going to bed soon and sleeping soundly knowing some of y'all are gonna be so pissed at indiana for the next two chapters. also i made that gif after like the third chapter of this book and have been waiting to use it ]

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YOUR GIRLFRIEND FUCKING KILLED HIM.

☆︎ APRIL, 1998 ☆︎

As it turned out, the inside of undercover cop cars weren't so different from regular ones, Indiana learned. She was between Hallie and the door, sitting behind Andrews as he drove the car taking them to god knows where. They weren't even completely away from campus, but it was evident everyone was following the curfew. No one was around, which almost made their lone vehicle stand out.

When the car came to a slow stop at a red light, Hallie looked between a clearly-stressed Sidney, and Indiana who was leaning her head on the window, silently pining after Mickey. Then she glanced at the also silent officers, wishing that the car ride was more entertaining.

"So, where are you taking us, anyway?" Hallie asked, trying to make conversation.

"If we tell you," Officer Richards said with a little smirk, "we'll have to kill you."

That earned a snort from Indiana, who finally leaned off the window. And Andrews turned his head to grin at them teasingly. "Don't ask — don't tell."

"Shame," Indy spoke up. "I love to ask—"

Sidney was the one to see Ghostface appear next to the car and scream. But no one could react quicker before he smashed the driver's window open and slit Andrews' throat with his knife.

"Shit, shit, shit," Indiana cursed while immediately trying to open the car. But the door wouldn't budge, as it was meant to keep criminals from escaping.

Ghostface climbed over the top of the car, moving just as fast as Richards, who rushed out to attack him. But Ghostface managed to jump on top of him and catch him off guard. Then he threw the officer against Sidney's window, making the girls scream as he stabbed him. After that, he lifted Richards like he weighed nothing, throwing him onto the hood of the car, which he slid off of and onto the road, motionless.

Hallie ended up turning her whole body and tried to kick out the window on Indiana's side, who leaned out of the way to give her a better angle.

But that did nothing to stop Ghostface, who climbed into the front seat. His masked face turned to look right at Indiana through the metal partition separating them before shoving Andrews' body out of the car and onto the street, getting behind the wheel.

"Out of the car, you fucker!" All four of them looked to see Officer Richards still standing with his gun aimed at Ghostface through the windshield.

Rather than get out, Ghostface just cocked his head and put the car into gear before hitting the gas. The car rammed right into Richards and kept going, swerving wildly as he tried to throw the officer off, who was holding on for dear life, his gun still in hand.

"Get down back there!" Richards ordered while managing to lift his armed hand. Indiana listened and grabbed Hallie, pulling them both below the seats. "Pull over, you son of a bitch. I'll blow your fucking head — ah!"

Before he could shoot, Ghostface drove the car through a construction area, driving over a long line of cones. Then the car swerved wildly again, knocking the driver's side against a parked vehicle before going back over to the side under construction. Sidney screamed as they smashed against a concrete wall set up to divert traffic, that side of the car scraping against it.

Suddenly, it all came to a screeching halt as the car rammed into a container full of equipment.

Indiana caught her breath and slowly sat back up, looking at Hallie and Sidney through the smoke in the vehicle, making sure they were both alive. Though she was mostly unharmed, Hallie let out a sudden gasp, making her flinch.

In the front seat, seemingly unmoving, sat the Ghostface killer.

"Is he dead?" Hallie asked, her voice barely audible.

"I don't think so," Sidney mumbled. It was never that easy.

Indiana leaned her head around, seeing the steady rise and fall of his chest. "Not dead. He's still breathing."

"Oh!" Hallie again gasped, having turned her head to the right. Richards was pinned to the hood of the car, a metal rod running straight through his head. "Oh, is he dead?"

Sidney cringed. "Oh, God. I think so."

"Of course, he's fucking dead," Indiana whispered, feeling a little sick from the gruesome sight — it was quite different from stab wounds, of which she was familiar with. "He has no face!"

The three of them began trying to get out. Indiana was hoping the damage to the car would mean they'd be able to unlock their doors, but it was useless as she tried the handle.

"How are you supposed to get out of here?" Hallie asked as Sidney hit the glass on the back windshield.

"We're not," she muttered, sighing heavily. "It's a cop car."

Indiana fell back against her headrest, unable to take her eyes off the back of Ghostface, just waiting for him to wake up and end this. She couldn't even get to him first because of the metal barrier between them.

The barrier that had a metal pole poking through the top right corner. Sidney was the one to spot the small opening and she began to try and pry it open even more. At the sound of metal screeching, Hallie began to whine, worried the sound would stir the killer.

"Hallie, it's the only way out. Help me out," Sidney instructed.

Both Hallie and Indiana moved over, pulling with all their strength to get the metal layer to bend backward. Finally, they got it open enough to where Sidney could fit through it. She started feet first, and Indiana held her breath, worried that the Ghostface was pretending to be knocked out to make them think they had a chance.

But Sindey made it to the passenger seat without him moving. Though she nearly screamed when she saw Richards' mangled face up close. Sidney tried to open the passenger door, but the car was still crushed up against the wall of concrete. "We're jammed up against a wall."

Indiana looked from Sidney to Ghostface and back again. "His door," she ordered quietly.

Sidney nodded hesitantly before moving, beginning to climb over the killer's body. Hallie was holding onto Indiana out of fear, both watching her carefully. But instead of going all the way out, Sidney paused and started reaching for his mask slowly.

"Oh. Oh, my God," Hallie said, beginning to freak out. "No, Sid. Don't, Sid."

"Wait until we're all out!" Indiana snapped, still keeping her voice low. She knew where Sidney was coming from, but they were still trapped in the car.

Sidney didn't listen to their words of warning, but she had to stop because her elbow ended up hitting the horn of the car. Indiana clenched her eyes shut, waiting to hear Sidney scream. But by some miracle, Ghostface didn't wake up.

"God, I hate this shit," Sidney muttered, glaring at the mask.

"Oh, my God. Don't do that again," Hallie ordered. Sidney nodded and reached for the door handle, only for that one to be jammed as well, damaged from the crash. "Try the window."

Sidney took in a deep breath and carefully moved through the broken window, making sure to keep her weight off of Ghostface's body. And as soon as her feet were on the ground, she rushed to the back door. Both she and Indiana tried to open it, but the door still stayed put, keeping them trapped inside.

"Shit!" Sidney cursed.

"Get us the fuck out of here, Sid," Hallie pleaded.

"I can't. The door's jammed," she told them, still whispering. "You have to go through the front."

Hallie looked at Ghostface and then back at her roommate, shaking her head. "Oh, no fucking way."

"Hallie, do it now," Indiana ordered, pushing her toward the opening in the metal. "I'll go last, okay? Just go, Hallie. Go on."

Hallie gave in, knowing there was no other option unless she wanted to wake Ghostface up and politely ask him to let them out. So, she climbed through the gap in the metal while Indy and Sid whispered encouraging words to her. And just like Sidney, when she got up close with Richards' face, she grimaced.

"Oh, right through his eye," she muttered, fighting off the urge to throw up.

"Come on," Sidney whispered, needing her to hurry up. Hallie nervously looked at Ghostface before reaching for Sidney's hand so that she could pull her through. "Easy. That's good. He's not going to hurt you."

Indiana was already moving for the opening before Hallie's feet were on the ground. She slid through, not passing Richards a second glance. No, she kept her eyes glued to the white mask while beginning to crawl over him. His chest brushed hers as he took in a deeper breath, and she could've sworn he shifted underneath her, making her hold her breath and freeze.

But the mask remained unmoving, as did the rest of his body as she stared into the black sockets of the eyes, wishing more than anything that she could see through it.

"C'mon, Indy," Hallie hissed, waving her hands.

"I could kill him," Indiana whispered, clenching her fist tight while still hovering over Ghostface. "Right now. I'll find his knife."

"No," Sidney said sharply, reaching for her through the window. "Get your ass out of that car right now before he wakes up, Indiana Winger."

Indiana took a second longer to glare at Ghostface before giving in, letting Sidney and Hallie pull her through the window. Once her feet were on the ground and she was away from the car, they all let out relieved breaths now that they were free.

"Come on," Hallie said as they ran from the car. "Let's go. Let's go."

Sidney and Indiana followed after her, but they only made it about thirty feet before Sidney stopped, grabbing Indy's wrist while calling out to the other. "Hallie."

"What?" Hallie asked, looking back at her.

"I wanna know who it is," Sidney declared suddenly, an angry look in her eyes.

"Oh, no," Hallie denied when Sidney tried to walk back. She quickly scurried in front of her. "Come on, Sid. Let's just go."

"I'm going back," she insisted.

"Look, look. Stupid people go back. Smart people run. We're smart people, so we should just get the fuck out of here," she told her.

"Hallie, I'm sick of running," she snapped. "If we know who it is, then it's over."

"No, we can just get the police."

"And when we come back, he'll be gone," Indiana then spoke up, clenching her jaw. "With Richards' gun. I'm going back for it — mask or no mask."

"It'll only take a minute," Sidney told Hallie while Indiana already started moving toward the car. "We have to do this."

"Sid. No, Indy. Come back," Hallie tried to stop them as they backtracked, heading for the crashed car. "Sid, come back. Indiana! Shit!" She stomped her foot angrily when neither girl listened to her. "Let's just go! We'll find Jackson and Dewey!"

Indiana took the lead with Sidney staying half a step behind her, both just waiting for Ghostface to jump out of the window at them. But when they got close enough, Indiana's hair stood on end, seeing that the car was completely empty.

"Oh, shit," Sidney muttered, her eyes wide.

"What?" Hallie asked, taking a small step their way.

"He's gone."

Indiana glanced at Richards' body, seeing his hand now empty. "So's the gun."

"What?" Hallie questioned in disbelief, moving their way.

But then Ghostface jumped out, and it wasn't from behind Sidney and Indiana. He came out from behind the construction equipment, grabbing Hallie. He muffled her scream as he stabbed her in the chest repeatedly, killing her in front of the horrified Indiana and Sidney.

Ghostface dropped her body like it was a doll, looking straight ahead at the remaining girls. Indiana shoved Sidney back before he could make his first step, sending the girl running as she followed after her at top speed, not daring to look back to see if he was keeping up.

Indiana ended up coming out ahead, and Sidney was being practically dragged by her as the athlete forced them to go as fast as possible. They wound up back on campus, thinking they'd find people around to help. But there was a goddamn curfew, so there wasn't another soul in sight.

Then, as if hearing their prayers for signs of life, the faint sound of music came from the theater building, which they came to a stop in front of.

"Gus," Indiana breathed out. "He's probably checking last-minute things before opening night."

"Let's go," Sidney said, keeping her hold on Indy as they ran into the building, following the music.

Inside the auditorium, it was clear someone had to be there because of the music playing. And the set was lit up on the stage below, but they couldn't see anyone working on it.

"Hello? Gus?" Sidney called as they ran down the stairs.

"Anyone here?" Indiana shouted, getting up on the stage. "Hello? Hey?"

Sidney took in a deep breath while walking around the stage, not spotting anyone on the sides either, which made no sense. She turned back to Indiana. "I think we should go—"

The dramatic music cut off suddenly, a clear sign that someone was in the auditorium with them. A moment later, a blinding spotlight landed on them, making both of them cover their eyes with their hands.

"Hello?" Sidney called to whoever was controlling it.

Indiana looked away from the light and grabbed Sidney's wrist, feeling like a sitting duck all of a sudden. "We need to run—"

As if being cued by her warning, one of the set walls dropped from above, landing with a loud thud behind them, blocking them from the back of the stage. Sidney started to the stage right exit, but again, another wall dropped. There was a wooden door that was functional, but when she tugged on it, it stayed tightly shut. Whoever was doing that also sent a burst of the bright lights they used for lightning.

Then the spotlight that'd been following them the whole time moved to the right the slightest bit, illuminating a light blue polo shirt that was hanging off one of the fake trees from the set. And the garment looked awfully familiar.

"Is that—"

"Derek's," Sidney confirmed, clutching the fabric for a moment.

The spotlight turned off them, giving their eyes a rest. Indiana warily moved to the center of the stage, her eyes glued to the top of the stairs, waiting for the killer to finally come out — because no one else was behind the theatrical moment.

Suddenly, something dropped from above, making Sidney scream as Indiana jumped back. It was the sun used in the show, but it wasn't empty. Tied to the front was a body covered in the golden mask from the costume department and only a pair of boxers on. There were marks all over his arms and torso, different Greek symbols drawn on him.

"Derek?" Sidney questioned, recognizing his features from the sides of the mask. She moved to take it off, showing that he was unconscious with duct tape over his mouth to keep him quiet, which she began to peel off. "Oh, God. Derek?"

"Smack him," Indiana instructed while beginning to work at the thick knots around his wrist.

Sidney did as told, smacking him across the face, which seemed to rouse him well enough. "Derek. Oh, God."

It was clear he was still out of it, and maybe even drunk from his time spent with his brothers. "Thank you. Thank God, Sid. Thought I was going to be up there till opening night."

"Jesus, who tied these? The boy scouts?" Indiana asked, struggling just as much as Sidney was to get him free.

"We gotta get out of here," Sidney said quickly, beginning to panic.

"The brothers got me, Sid," Derek said, still dazed.

"He's out there. He killed Hallie."

At Sidney's words, he looked at her, much more alert now. "What are you talking about?

Indiana sighed and stepped back to search for something sharp to cut the ropes with. "Hallie is — oh, god."

When she moved back, she saw the sun prop from a new angle. She saw that Derek wasn't the only one tied to it.

A gasp tore through her throat and she stumbled back even further as she saw Melanie Murphy hanging from her wrists, her body not supported under her feet like Derek's were on the other side. Her mouth wasn't duct-taped like his, and there weren't symbols drawn on her arms in lipstick either — they hadn't been placed up there by the same people.

No, she wasn't being hazed. She was just dead with a gaping stab wound in her unmoving chest, her pretty face carved up as well. The streaks of mascara that were mixed with blood told Indiana that this happened slowly enough for her to feel the pain of it all.

"No, Melanie," she whispered, her lip trembling. It didn't make any sense. The girl had nothing to do with recreating Woodsboro. "Melanie's dead too."

"Wh - what?" Derek asked, whipping his head around uselessly to try and see her. "No, sh - she was with them when they were—"

"We have to go!" Sidney cut him off, trying even harder to untie him. "The killer. He's here."

"Where?" Derek asked, trying to look around with his limited mobility.

"Right here." There he was, Ghostface, coming down the aisle of the seats and toward the stage with a knife in hand. "Damn, Indy, you're fast."

"Get me down," Derek told the girls, looking at the killer with wide eyes. "Hurry."

Both Indiana and Sidney worked at the thick ropes, not making much progress at all as Ghostface climbed the steps to the stage. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. You really wanna trust your boyfriend?" he asked them, making Sidney slow down and doubt herself. "Don't you know history repeats itself, Sid?"

The whole world stopped on its axis when the voice modulator turned off. Or at least, it felt like it must have stopped to Indiana because she sure was frozen. Because there was no fucking way she was hearing that voice from behind the mask. It wasn't possible, she knew. No, she was just hearing things after a horribly long day.

Slowly, she looked away from Derek's wrist and toward Ghostface, holding her breath as his free hand moved to remove the mask at an agonizing pace. The motion revealed a chin that'd leaned on her head every day on the quad, lips she'd kissed hundreds of times, eyes she'd written poems about, a forehead that'd been pressed to hers just an hour ago that was now covered in a bloody gash from a car crash.

"Mickey?" Sidney whispered in disbelief.

Indiana couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. And she certainly couldn't look away from him, so it was probably a good thing that he was looking at Sidney instead. The only thing she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears as she stared at him in horror.

Mickey pulled the voice changer out of the Ghostface mask and held it to his mouth, glaring darkly at Sidney. "Surprise, Sidney."

"What the fuck?" Derek asked, his eyes wide in shock. He looked from him to Indiana and her vacant, glassy eyes.

"Since Derek here disappeared on my ass, I been on my own all fucking night," Mickey complained in a snarky tone while ripping the Ghostface costume off his body, tossing it and the gloves to the side. "Thanks a lot, partner."

"You motherfucker!" he shouted before looking down at Sidney, desperate to keep her from believing him. "Sid, he's crazy. You know me better than that."

"Come on, Sid. I got to have a partner. I couldn't have possibly done this alone," Mickey told her in a knowing tone.

Doubt filled Sidney, the same doubt she'd been feeling about her boyfriend since this all started. "God, Derek," she murmured, taking a step back from him.

"Sid. Oh, no, Sid. No, no, no," he said, looking from her to the ropes on his wrist.

"It's okay, Derek," Mickey said in a soft tone, shaking his head a little. "We got her."

"You — Sid, he's lying. Sid! Untie me. Sid, untie me!" Derek shouted while pulling at his restraints.

"Hmm?" Mickey hummed, drawing Sidney's attention once again. He held the tip of his knife to his forehead, just above his wound. "Boyfriend. Killer. Boyfriend. Killer."

"Sid, the man is lying! Untie me!" he tried yet again. Then when he saw that he was getting nowhere with Sidney, he turned his head to look at Indiana. "Indy, you know he's lying! Help me!"

But Indiana's lack of movement wasn't because she didn't trust Derek enough to untie him. She didn't even know he was yelling at her, shock still dominating every part of her body. And as Derek said her name, Mickey finally met her eyes, making her flinch. Even then, all she could do afterward was shake her head, refusing to believe it as her chest ached horribly.

"What do you think, Derek?" Mickey asked, quickly tearing his eyes away from her. "Sidney experiencing some deja vu?"

"No. No. I am going to fucking kill you!" Derek threatened wrathfully. "Fucking kill you! You are dead! Dead—"

The gunshot was finally the sound to break through the pounding in Indiana's ears as she fell back, her weak knees giving out. Sidney screamed as the bullet flew through Derek's chest, going all the way through him and Melanie's body from the force.

"Derek!" Sidney cried, covering his bullet wound that was already gushing blood.

"Sid," he groaned breathlessly, his head falling so that he was looking at her.

She cried against him. "I'm sorry."

"I never... would've... hurt you," Derek told her with his last breath. "Never."

Mickey took in a deep breath and lowered the gun a bit, slowly looking to Indiana on the ground. She was crying, and he nearly flinched — nearly. "I need you to get up for me, Sweetheart."

Her lip quivered as she shook her head, nearly choking from the sob that was trying to rise in her throat. "This - this isn't happen — you're n - you can't be," she cried, continuing to shake her head in denial.

"You killed Derek!" Sidney accused, glaring at him.

Mickey quickly looked away from Indiana again, his sights set on Sidney as he came closer. "You should really deal with your trust issues, Sid. I mean, poor Derek. He's completely innocent. And such a nice boy too," he said in a casual tone — like they were back on the quad and having a debate. "He's bright and funny and handsome. Decent singing voice. And he was going to be a doctor. This was just the kind of boy you'd like to take home to Mom — If you had a mom."

"Fuck you!" Sidney exclaimed, glaring at him.

"Oh. So vulgar!" he shouted, aiming his gun at her head. "Did Billy let you talk to him this way?"

"Billy was a sick fuck, just like you," she told him.

At that, Mickey shook his head while pocketing his knife. Indiana followed his every move, desperate for him to drop the act and tell her this was all some big show. That they'd used prop guns, and Melanie and Derek were just so skilled at playing corpses. That it was just a sick experiment for Hallie's psych class.

"No. Billy was a sick fuck who tried to get away with it. Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to get caught," Mickey told Sidney, tapping the gun to his own chest. "Yeah! See, I've got my whole defense planned out. I'm going to blame the movies. Pretty cool, huh? It hasn't been done before. You see, this is just the beginning, a prelude to the trial. That's where the real fun is because these days it's all about the trial."

"Can't you see it? The effects of cinema violence on society. I'll get Dershowitz or Cochran to represent me. Bob Dole on the witness stand in my defense. Hell, the Christian Coalition'll pay my legal fees." As he turned to look out over the auditorium as if he had an audience, Sidney tried to run for it, but Mickey just held his arm out, blocking her with the gun pointed her way. "It's airtight, Sid. I'm an innocent victim."

She glared hatefully at him. "You're a psychotic," she accused in a venomous tone.

"Yeah, well," he tilted his head as if it was a silly fact while holding the barrel of the gun to his mouth, "shh."

Indiana shakily got back to her feet, looking from Mickey's back to Derek to Melanie to Sidney and back at Mickey again as he kept ranting about his plan.

"That'll be our little secret. Because people love a good trial. It's like theater. They're dying for it. And I've worked hard to give the audience what they want. That's what Billy was good at. He knew it's all about execution," Mickey went on while forcing his gun at Sidney, making her flinch from fear of being shot.

"Yeah?" Sidney asked, taking a moment to glance behind Mickey at Indiana. "Well, you're forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis."

Mickey pulled his gun back and frowned. "What's that?"

"Your girlfriend fucking killed him," Sidney said, leaning in with a vengeful smile. "Now!"

Except there was no attack for her to signal. It wasn't like last time when both the girls could share a single look and know when to make a run for it. Because Indiana was still just looking at Mickey, that haunted expression stuck to her face.

It'd been distraction enough to get him to turn away from Sidney, at the least, but when he saw Indiana standing there uselessly, he spun back around. But Sidney was more prepared that time. She'd taken off the necklace Derek gave her and whipped it around, the metal slicing at his eye.

"You piece of shit!" she shouted while kicking the gun from his hand, which slid across the stage. Then Sidney kicked him again in the gut before he could recover and then ran from him. But Mickey recovered quickly and chased her, managing to knock her over after she ran behind the sun holding Derek and Melanie.

Indiana had never been so damn useless as she stumbled further back when Mickey shoved Sidney against the wall, but she elbowed him and got free, whirling around to punch him in the face. He fell back against Melanie's body, catching himself on her leg to keep from falling over.

Sidney bolted for one of the fake pillars, which Mickey just met her at, mirroring her movements each time she tried to break right or left. Finally, she grew tired of the cat-and-mouse game and instead grabbed his hands, pulling him forward so that his already damaged head smashed into the prop, disorienting him for a moment.

"Indiana!" Sidney shouted while running past and grabbing her wrist. She was like a useless doll, dragged across the stage with Sidney. But they couldn't get far because Mickey grabbed Indiana's goddamn ankle. She fell, and so did Sidney because of her tight hold on her.

Mickey rolled across the floor and got his hands on the gun before Sidney could fully stand, pointing the weapon at her. He didn't take his eyes off of her while wiping at his bloody lip in annoyance. There was a long cut that went over his right eye and through his eyebrow. Sidney tried to run around the giant sun, but he just whipped out his knife in his free hand, cutting her off that way.

"Sid," he said, chuckling darkly. "You got a Linda Hamilton thing going. No, no. It's nice. I like it."

The gun and his gaze stayed trained on Sidney as Mickey slowly walked around the stage. Sidney made sure to mirror each step, keeping the same distance between them. He didn't care about that, though. She wasn't who he was trying to reach.

Indiana was still on her knees and moved back the slightest bit as he approached her. Her eyes frantically searched his face for some sign that this wasn't him — that he was being forced in some way to do all this. But the wild look in his eyes told her otherwise.

"Why?" she managed to ask him, feeling like she was choking on the word. "Why w - why would you kill Cici?"

"If I'm being honest, it was just a happy accident her real name was Casey," Mickey said, crouching in front of her. "Always hanging off you, telling you I'm not good enough for you, kissing you goodbye like you're not already mine. I don't take too kindly to people wanting what's mine — it's why Murphy had to die too."

"She is not yours, you sick psychopath!" Sidney seethed.

"Oh, but she is," he said in a soft tone. Indiana was trembling as he used the hand not aiming the gun at Sidney to cradle Indiana's cheek. "And I'm yours. I told you that you'd make it through this."

Indiana didn't try to pull out of his hold, and she hated herself for that. She looked up at him, tears spilling from her eyes more than they ever had in her life, which he'd dutifully wiped away with his thumb. "Who even are you?" she asked in a broken voice. Because she sure as hell didn't know who she was looking at now.

"Don't look at me like that, Sweetheart," he said, looking sad instead of crazed for the first time that night. "I didn't want you involved, but you had to be. I didn't have a choice."

"Is that right?" she asked in a doubtful tone. "You just had to go and fuck everything up like this? No choice?"

"Well, clearly, this wasn't a part of the fucking plan. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you," he said, getting frustrated.

"Sorry for the inconvenience," Indiana muttered, pulling her face away from his hand. "If it helps, I wish I hadn't fallen in love with you either."

"No," Mickey said in a tone so soft and caring that it made her stomach twist painfully. He gripped her chin to make her look at him again. "No, I don't wish that for a goddamn second, Indiana."

"How romantic," Sidney said flatly, still glaring at the gun he had trained on her. "Romeo kills his Juliet in the final act — such a delightful twist."

Mickey rolled his eyes and got back to his feet, this time pulling Indiana with him even if she didn't want to. "I'd never hurt Indiana!" he shouted, angry by the mere suggestion. He stomped toward Sidney and further from Indy. "If I wanted her dead, I'd have done it already — any of the nights we were alone in her room, last night at the party, in the car when she was crawling over me and thought I was out."

"We should've let her kill you then," Sidney told him, regretting her past actions. She didn't understand why Indiana wasn't taking every chance to try and run and fight like she had back in Woodsboro, but if she'd let her kill him back in the car, when they didn't know who was under the mask, maybe Derek and Hallie would still be alive. "Even still, there's two of us and one of you. You can't see yourself coming out of this alive, can you?"

"Only one of me, huh?" he asked, tilting his head with a little smile.

Indiana had always adored Mickey's smile — it was the first thing she ever let herself love about him. And she just couldn't understand how something she loved so much could be bringing her so much pain.