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They did it.
That whore’s daughter is dead, her body slowly going cool. Her bitch father is also dead, brain mass and blood decorating the wall, gun laying next to his dead body. Both of them are getting paler and paler by the second. Above them, Stu and Billy stand, trembling with adrenaline of a good kill.
Slowly exhaling, Billy looks over to Stu, corners of his lips curling up a little in a wicked smile. Upon seeing Stu’s eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open and tears stains drying down his cheeks, his posture falters.
“Stu.” He breathed out, reaching towards Stu's shoulder with his hand. “Fuck, we did it. Finally.” He murmured, trying to get his partner's attention. Bring him back from his mind.
Usually he wouldn't give a damned flying fuck about anyone. Who gives a shit whether some pussy bitch actually listens to you. But Stu? That's different. Stu is loyal. No matter if what Billy wants is within the blond’s moral compass. He will follow Billy to hell and back if only the shorter asked. Demanded, even. Killing someone? That's not their first rodeo.
Unless…
“Stu.” He barked out, finally snapping the man from his mind.
Stu slowly moves his head to look at the brunet. His god. Locking eyes with him, he starts to tremble even more. If someone saw him, they would think that it's caused by the stab wounds they have given each other earlier before ending that whorish bitch and her pathetic ‘daddy’.
To Billy though? He was the one who had to finish this trailer trash wanna be the final girl, so he realized it's about that. It doesn't take a genius to piece one and two together. Fuck. Didn't he crash out at Stu for failing before ending everything himself? He absolutely fucking did.
Now. Billy loves to keep appearances. Everyone who knows him would say he doesn't give a shit about anyone, even Stu. But in reality, he does care. About Stu, that is. Of course he will not admit it ever. Admitting that he is some kind of a faggot, fairy would make him an easy target for some freaks. But in his mind at least, he can keep on loving his little Puppy.
“Bills… fuck.” Finally speaking, Stu's voice cracks. “ FUCK. God. Billy, shit.”
Well that's interesting. For a person that has no filter between the brain and mouth to be speechless, the only words leaving the mouth being cussess or his name. Gives a man an ego boost.
Fuck. Focus Billy.
“Stu, the police are on their way. We gotta get ready for ‘em.”
“Billy, God, you don't even need me, do ya?” The blond whimpered. “ Wouldn't it be better if you killed my ass too? Make it more believable, hah.” He let out a low laugh. A low pathetic laugh.
“The fuck are you talkin’ ‘bout?” Billy barked out. Fuckin’ hell. Seriously? One mistake and this fuckrag wants to give up? Like it deters Billy from keeping him by his side? “Listen here, fuckrag.”
The brunet slowly stalked towards Stu, making the man back away slowly till his back hit the wall. Shit, was he scared of him now? Geez, Billy sure did fuck up with his crash out earlier.
Billy now pressed closer to Stu, pinning him to the wall. The earlier forgotten knife, now raised, lightly pressing on the taller man's neck. He watched as Stu's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
“Don't you fucking dare say shit like that, fucker. Sure, you didn't manage to finish your job, WHO CARES? It's done anyway.” He took a break to breathe, his eyebrows squishing together as a frown forms on his face. Fuck, Stu looks good, all bloodied, sweaty and with a knife pressed to his skin. “Since that first time we killed, yes i'm talkin’ last year, I fuckin told you, you are stuck here. By. My. Side. Okay? Nothing will change that.”
Stu blinked, his eyes getting watery again.
“Say you fucking understand.” Billy outright growled.
“Fuck, Bills…”
Billy pressed the knife further into his neck, the action being a non verbal demand to do what he was told.
“FUCK, OKAY BILLY.” He yelled out as he felt the blade dip into his neck, a shallow cut now drawing blood. “I understand. Shit, please Billy, stop please.”
The pleas coming out of the taller boy's mouth made Billy groan.
“Fuck, Stu.” He exhaled. “Seriously, don't ever say bullshit like that.” I can't lose you. Billy let him go.
The police sirens were screeching through their adrenaline and the pain of stab wounds finally got the better of the two of them. Slowly they both went to their knees, before losing consciousness, Billy threw the knife away as to not bring any attention to it.
~~ ~~
The next time they wake up, it's in a hospital bed, next to each other. Stu's parent's are nowhere to be seen, but at least his sister came from the state over to check up on him. Billy's bullshit dad also wasn't present, but there was a note and a chocolate bar on the table next to his cot.
William,
I'm sorry for not being there when everything happened. Hank told me everything. Can't believe I left my son alone like that. It must have been hard. I'm glad your friend was with you till the end, and i'm sorry for all the losses.
I hope to take you away from Woodsboro the moment you are signed out of the hospital. Of course I won't be able ‘till the police get all the evidence from you and give you and your friend clearance to leave.
If you would like to travel with me, you could maybe bring that boy with you. You two seem inseparable, even when they found you two unconscious, you were still close together. You know, I would not mind you being with another boy. Especially if you two truly care for each other.
Anyhow, please have a fast recovery, and give me a call if you have your answer. I have gotten a new phone number so here it is: XXX-XXX-XXX.
With love,
Your mother
Well, it seems maybe they will have a chance to really keep the promise and stay together till the end. He will need to celebrate with his Stu then.