A/N: Two things: One; WELCOME TO THE FUCKING SEQUEL FOR THE FIRST STORY HECK EYAH I'M HERE ! Two: The computer I use to write is currently bugging out so I have to borrow one and that involves other shit altogether, so if I'm not updating regularly, I'm probably binge writing so I can eventually give regular updates. Let's get to it, shall we?
Sidney and her friend Hallie were walking around their dorm, getting ready for another day of college when the door opened. Sidney turned towards it to see Devin walking in, closing the door behind her with her shoes hanging from her fingers. Hallie, with a towel on her head and a slight smile, asked Devin a question she already knew the answer to.
"Where were you?" She asked, tilting her head slightly, causing the blue towel to shift. Sidney, occupied with finding clothing, just listened to Devin's answer instead of getting in on the conversation.
"Studying." Devin mumbled, walking slowly, her legs moving unevenly as Hallie smirked.
"So that's what the kids are calling it these days?" Hallie retorted, watching Devin send her a glare. "I didn't know getting your brains fucked out was called studying, my bad." Hallie laughed, causing Devin to drop her shoes and roll her eyes.
"We were studying! I swear." Devin replied, scratching the back of her neck. She flipped her hair slightly, the tangled blue locks moving quickly. She had bleach and dyed it after Woodsboro for a change and even though it drew more attention to herself, she liked it. Devin finished speaking quickly. "Besides, Randy had his hands all over me and was being distracting as all hell."
Sidney made a slight face of disgust.
"What?" Devin asked, puzzled by her sister's reaction.
"It's just weird for me considering one of my best friends is with my sister."
Devin sighed, got a change of clothes and spoke. "He was my best friend too, still is, it was weird for me at first but I'm used to it. We've been together for a while, Sid. Suck it up." She finished harshly, walking to the showers before taking a shower, coming out after to get dressed. She came into the room just as Sidney asked where Randy was.
"He's got Film Theory this morning." Devin supplied, tearing a sticky note off the door. It was a reminder for the martini mixer over at Delta Lambda Zetas. Devin groaned loudly, sprinting off to film theory with her old messenger bag slapping against her leg. When she got there she barely made it into her seat beside Randy when the Professor finished writing on the board. Randy glanced at her and smiled slightly, getting a grin in return as Devin put her notebook on her desk.
"Right on time, Miss Prescott." The Professor said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Never a second late."
"Or early." She heard someone say, getting some scattered chuckles.
"Sorry, Sir, my legs hurt from, uh... track." She lied, glancing at Randy looking down at his notebook while smirking. "I had to run though, almost hurt myself."
"If you had we wouldn't have gotten to see your bright shining face this beautiful morning." The Professor said sarcastically, causing Devin to smile as Randy leaned over, the professor beginning to talk as he did.
"You skipped out pretty early." Randy whispered, watching her with a tender expression.
"I didn't skip," She said, using it's literal meaning. "I could barely walk, thanks to you."
Randy chewed the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking any wider as Devin continued.
"Besides, I had to get here on time." She whispered, kissing Randy's lips quickly before sitting in her seat properly, just as the professor turned around. Randy moved to settle into his seat, just as movie discussion began. She couldn't help but think of what she had heard in the hallway beforehand.
Two Windsor college students had been murdered the night before at the sneak preview of Stab. She could only feel tension rising inside of her as an eerie feeling settled in, and those feelings were never wrong.
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"You could say what happened in that theater is a direct result of the movie itself." The Professor stated as CiCi Cooper spoke.
"That is so moral majority. You can't blame real-life violence on entertainment." She dismissed, watching the professor as Devin sunk down in her seat slightly.
"Yes, you can!" One guy defended, causing Devin to begin chewing her lip. "Don't you even watch the news?" He questioned rhetorically.
"Yeah – Hello! The murderer was wearing a ghost mask just like in the movie. It's directly responsible."
Devin felt sick. This couldn't be happening again, she wouldn't let it.
"No, it's not." CiCi defended, shaking her head. "Movies are not responsible for our actions."
"It's a classic case of life intimating art imitating life." Mickey stated, causing Devin to clench her jaw.
Art? Art!? My friends being butchered, sliced and diced is art!? Devin thought, glancing back at Mickey.
"This is not hypothetical. It's not about art. I had biology with that girl, this is reality.," A girl near Devin said which caused her to turn.
"Thank you!" She said loudly. "It's violent and horrible, and worst of all it's real." Devin sneered, staring towards Mickey.
"I agree with you." Randy spoke up, towards Devin and the other girl, Janice. Was that even her name? Devin wasn't good with names. "Let me tell you about reality, Mickey."
This earned an eye-roll from the person in question.
"I lived through this, okay? Devin, lived through this." Randy started, gesturing to his girlfriend. "Life is life, it doesn't imitate anything."
"Come on, Randy, with all due respect, the killer obviously patterned himself after two serial killers who have been immortalized on film."
"Are you suggesting that someone's trying to create a real-life sequel?" The Professor questioned, causing Devin to groan.
"'Stab 2'? Who'd want to do that? Sequels suck!" Randy protested, watching the professor.
"Come on, man!" The students groaned.
"Please, please! By definition alone they're inferior films." Randy stated, leaning forward in his seat. Devin sighed softly, rubbing her temples gently while listening to her boyfriend talk.
"It's bullshit generalization!" Mickey laughed, shaking his head while staring pointedly at Randy. "Many sequels have surpassed their original." He argued, getting a few agreements.
"Oh, yeah?" Randy asked, Devin finally speaking as her movie-mind couldn't taken the suppression.
"Name one." She challenged, glancing back at Mickey. He quirked an eyebrow at her sudden voice in the argument.
"Aliens. Far better than the first."
Devin rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, well, there's no accounting for taste." CiCi told the two morons who'd said it.
"Thank you." Devin sighed, watching the blond.
"Ridley Scott rules... Name another." Randy said, obviously interested.
"No! Aliens is a classic, okay?" The two guys defended. "'Get away from her, you bitch!'" He quoted, and then Randy slipped up, misquoting it but Devin didn't say a word.
"I believe the line was 'Stay away from her, you bitch!' This is film class, right?" He asked the professor teasingly.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. He got you, whatever."
Devin was sulking in her seat.
"Another one." Randy urged.
"T2." Mickey said quickly, getting an immediate response from CiCi.
"You've got a hard-on for Cameron." She accused jokingly.
Mickey turned to look at her, neither confirming nor denying the accusation.
"Big one." Randy added.
"But what a second, the first Terminator is historical."
"Yeah!" Mickey smiled.
Randy took this as an invitation to bestow his movie nerd mind on them. "'Sarah Connor?' 'Yes?' Bhew!" He mimicked a gunshot noise, and although Devin knew it wasn't real, it caused her to jump slightly, instinctively moving her hand to her side where the flesh toned scar lay.
"Alright, alright... House II: The Second Story."
"Ugh, what?" The class groaned, Devin moving in her seat slightly.
"The entire horror genre was destroyed by sequels!" Randy shouted over the groans, glancing to Devin who honestly, didn't look too good. "Tell 'em." He urged his girlfriend, Devin didn't speak as she breathed deeply, looking at Randy and shaking her head. Her teeth were clenched, everything about this lecture was setting her off, she felt like she was going to throw up. Randy furrowed his eyebrows for a moment before turning back to the rest off the class.
"Hey, I got it, by the way!" Mickey started, smacking his hand onto his desk. "The Godfather: Part II."
The class gave sounds of agreement, a few nodding with each other.
"That's pretty good." Randy said in one of his impression voices. "That's an Oscar winning chapter."
Devin felt her stomach flip, she pulled her messenger bag from the back of her chair, stood up and slung it over her shoulder. She picked her notebook up, apologized to the teacher and ran from the room covering her mouth. She passed Sidney on the way, clenching her jaw as she pressed her back to the wall. She heard the professor dismiss class and she sighed, going forward to the water fountain to take a few drinks, her throat dry as she tried not to throw up.
"That'll be a wrap." She heard the teacher say as she slowly walked back over to the classroom. "The sequel discussion to be continued."
"So, Mr. Originality, how would you change it?" A student asked, Devin couldn't see who as she clamped a hand around her throat, trying to will the urge to vomit to go away.
"I'd let the geek get the girl." She heard Randy say confidently, before he walked out and brushed past Sidney for a moment to check on Devin.
"You okay?" He asked her, genuinely concerned for the blue haired woman. She glanced at him, equal height with him as she let out a shaky sigh.
"No, I'm going to be sick." She told him, her voice wavering as she felt her hand shaking. Randy grabbed her hand and shook his head.
"The murders have nothing to do with us, Dev. I promise."
Devin clenched her jaw and nodded slightly as Sidney caught up to them, the three going outside. Devin breathed some fresh air, keeping her mouth clamped shut as best she could.
"Three-hundred people watched and no one did anything!" Sidney complained as they walked, Devin firmly glued to Randy's side as he walked to keep up with Sidney. "They thought it was a publicity stunt, for Christ sake."
Randy began in a cockney accent, his voice not wavering in the slightest. "And it would've been a good one too."
"It's starting again, Randy." Sidney sighed, watching her friend walk in front of her with Devin shrunken down beside him.
"It's not, a lot of shit happens in movies." Randy stated, the cockney accent fading from his voice as Devin hoped he was right.
"Yeah, Sid, he's right." Devin muttered, hoping her sister heard her. "If it is, wouldn't they target us directly?"
"They didn't at first, remember?" Sidney supplied, watching her sister. Randy continued speaking, stopping as Sid did.
"People get robbed, shot, maimed, murdered, multiplex is just a very dangerous place to be these days." He stated before continuing his walk, even though it acted as more of a charge.
"Yeah, and you are in extreme denial!" Sidney told him, angry that he wasn't concerned.
"And you should be too, this has nothing to do with us." Randy told her, Devin straightening up as the urge to throw up was slowly going away.
"Randy! A guy in a ghost mask hacked up two people in a movie theater telling our life story!" She stated, her voice and steps quick to try and convince Randy, and ultimately Devin, that was happening was based around them.
"Coincidence?" Devin supplied, hope lining her voice.
"You know what happened in Woodsboro, Randy... Devin, you do too." She told the couple, watching them intensely. "You two can't ignore it."
"We can try." Devin hissed.
"Look, Sid, I don't want to go back there again, I'm fairly certain Devin doesn't either." Randy told her honestly, Devin pushing her notebook into her messengers bag, still feeling slightly unnerved about all the talk of a real-life sequel. "Can't we just go back to our pseudo-quasi-happy existence?" Randy asked.
Derek, Sidney's boyfriend, walked down the part of the school they were at, causing Randy to stop for a moment.
"Hello, Derek, how are you doin'?" He asked, not really wanting an answer as Devin tensed slightly.
"Hey, Sid." Derek greeted, kissing Sid's cheek as Devin wrinkled her nose. She never much liked Derek, not after Billy. Any of Sid's boyfriends were suspicious to her. "I've been looking everywhere. I heard you weren't in class."
"Yeah, I know..." Sid sighed, being pulled by Derek to be in front of Randy and Devin. "I skipped. I couldn't take all the looks."
"Is there anything I can do?" Derek asked, concerned as he glanced back at Devin, smiling at her slightly as the woman narrowed her eyes at him, causing him to turn back to Sidney.
"Well, by any chance do you have any pseudo-quasi-happy existence?" She questioned, glancing back at Randy and her sister.
"Y'know, I must just have one for that." Derek told her, his voice suggesting more.
"What is it?" Devin asked, not really wanting the answer as she half expected him to pull out a hunting knife in broad daylight.
Derek leaned down and kissed the shorter Prescott twin, smiling afterwards as Sidney told him it worked.
"I hate him." Devin told Randy as she had a half-sneer turning up on her lips. Randy glanced at her. "The whole boyfriend thing, after Billy... She should be cautious."
"She is, Dev."
"Uh, not really." Devin told him, watching her boyfriend.
"If I kiss you, are you gonna hurl on me?" He asked her, watching her roll her eyes and laugh. She shook her head, licking her lips quickly.
"I'm good now, kind of." She replied, watching Randy smile before moving one hand to gently cup her cheek, tilting his head and closing his eyes to kiss her as Devin returned it happily, the two pulling apart for a moment.
"Nothing bad is going to happen to you, okay, Dev?" He waited for her to confirm this. He wanted her to believe it, a simple word or head nod would do. Devin did both.
"Okay." She told him, smiling as Randy moved to take her left hand with his right, intertwining their fingers together before squeezing her hand reassuringly.
"Love you, jackass." He said, beginning to walk with her. A grin on his lips.
"Love you too, dumbass." She replied instinctively, a small grin playing on her lips.