You're let go and thrown to Stu. He traps you in his arms with ease, his linked fingers coming to rest on your stomach.

You stare at the ground, not wanting to meet Sidney's gaze.

If you had looked up, you would've seen the distrust in her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and her lip quivered with indignation. How could you do such a thing? Revealing your adoption like it was nothing to disassociate yourself from the Prescotts. All for the chance to live. You would do anything to save yourself, going as far as aligning yourself with the killers and all but willing to support the validity of their narrative. She couldn't believe you could stoop low enough to essentially sacrifice your family.

Billy taps his chin with the end of the blade and looks like he's seriously considering your offer. "Seems I've underestimated you. You've got guts, kid, especially to say that in front of your only remaining family members–Well, I guess we established that that's not really the truth, now is it?"

Stu deviously chuckles, leaning his body into yours, " How're we supposed to believe you're not gonna rat us out? You're gonna have to prove your loyalty to us, Y/N. For all we know, you're all talk."

Your mouth gets dry, "I-I can put my prints on the gun and kill Randy. Can't imagine he died from one shot to the shoulder."

You can imagine Randy lying on the floor, still writhing in pain from the bullet wound. He must be in excruciating pain. You'd be doing him a favor by putting him out of his misery, right?

Billy clicks his tongue, "Think bigger. Randy's too easy of a kill. How 'bout dear ol' dad? I mean if you really are adopted, it shouldn't be a problem."

You choke out a sob shaking your head incessantly, "Please...not him. Anyone but him."

"Anyone? Be careful what you wish for, bub. It's either your father or Sidney. Take. Your. Pick," Stu emphasizes.

The older boy's voice enchanted you like a snake charmer playing his tune. The callous words slithered into your ear canal, worming their way into your mind, and corroding your judgment. You found his abrasive nature coercing you by the second.

"Fine. Fine, I'll do it," You gave in far too quickly.

There's a wild look in Billy's eyes as his lips contorted into a sinister grin. "Watch this," He tells Sidney while letting her go. He wields the hunting knife, approaching you and Stu. He raises his eyebrows, tilting his head, "Ready?"

You assume he's asking Stu since his arms were no longer wrapped around you. You step to the side, unsure what Billy had planned to do with the weapon. Whatever it was, you didn't want to be part of it.

Stu places his hands behind his head to give Billy an opening. "Yeah. Yeah! I'm ready, baby! Hit it! Get up! Yeah, babe, get up! Hit it!" He yells in Billy's face, encouraging his next action.

You weren't sure where that burst of energy came from, but it was downright terrifying.

You and Sidney witness Billy stab Stu on his lower torso. The taller teen moans in pain, doubling over. Sidney gasps, startled by the sudden violence while you stand in the middle of them, too frightened to move.

After a moment, Stu straightens up but stays hunched over. His hand covers his wound in an attempt to put pressure on it. He slurs his words, "Good one, man. Jesus," He compliments the other killer.

Billy's eyebrow quirks and he smiles, obviously proud of himself. He turns his head to gauge Sidney's reaction, almost as if he gets a sick sense of fulfillment from her disturbed expression.

Stu's free hand comes to clutch your shoulder, using it as support. Turns out that being stabbed is no joke and is far more painful than he imagined.

He hisses in pain, "Oh sh-shit." His eyes meet Billy's, "My turn," He sternly reminds him.

Billy wags his finger at him, "Don't forget, stay to the side, and don't go too deep," He advises the hyped-up teenager. The killer is momentarily distracted with Sidney, focused on keeping her in arm's reach and making sure she's watching as he told her to. He grabs onto the collar of her jacket, jerking her forward.

"Okay, I'll remember," Stu tells his partner, who seems too preoccupied with his ex-girlfriend. He penetrates him with the knife's blade in a fit of jealousy and partially due to the exhilaration and adrenaline, deeper than Billy would've liked.

"Aaah, fuck!" Billy cries out, turning away from Sidney and knocking something off the counter behind you.

Stu laughs to himself, donning a smug smile.

"Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn it, Stu!" He bellows, leaning on the other side of the counter.

Stu hadn't turned to Billy, but rather, he kept his attention on Sidney, "Sorry, Billy. I guess I got a little too zealous, huh?"

Billy faces the other boy, "Give me the knife," He demands.

Stu looks down at his provoked partner, "No."

For a split second, you swore he looked scared of him as if they were no longer equals.

"Give me the knife! Now!" He barks out when Stu doesn't immediately do as he says.

Sidney stares at both killers, ignoring your shaking form. She could almost pity Stu with how controlling, and unrelenting Billy was.

As to not further upset him, Stu complies, letting Billy take the weapon from him. "You see, Sid, everybody dies but us. Everybody dies but us. We got to carry on and plan the sequel, 'cause let's face it, baby, these days, you've gotta have a sequel!" He spells out for her with enthusiasm, spit flying everywhere.

Billy lets him finish his monologue before going in to stab him again.

You watch in horror as Billy continues to wretch the blade over and over into Stu as if it were payback for Stu's eagerness when stabbing him. It becomes unbearable to watch the horror unfold, and your head turns in the other direction. Despite that, it's impossible to ignore Stu's pained grunts.

"You sick fucks. You've seen one too many movies," Sidney's voice wavers.

Billy halts the incessant wounding of his partner, pointing the knife over his shoulder to Sid. "Now, Sid, don't you blame the movies. Movies don't create psychos. Movies make psychos more creative!" He emphasizes, seizing Stu with one last jab.

Stu wails, muscles aching as he props onto the counter, "Stop it, Billy, would ya? All right? I can't take anymore. I'm feeling woozy here!" He sneers.

Deciding he's punished Stu enough, Billy steps back, satisfied with his work. However, his attention gears to you, "Your turn."

"What the fuck? No! No, I didn't fucking sign up for this shit," Your voice tremulous and shrill as you mustered up the nerve to oppose him.

Despite your foolish and daring act, that's all it was: an act. Anyone could look through your facade and see how downright petrified you were. You had been on edge since Tatum's disappearance, which presented itself through your tense shoulders. Your breath maintained its irregularity, and your nerves wouldn't settle, as evident by your awful trembling. Sweat blotted your forehead and culminated underneath your clothes. If anything, you were more nervous about your body odor than the predicament at hand. You hoped it hadn't gotten to the point that you had sweat through your clothes. Otherwise, it would have been rather embarrassing to have been in the arms of both killers without realizing they could feel your perspiration.

The knife's blade menacingly hovers over your throat, seconds away from ending your life right then and there. "If I were you, I'd think twice before opening my mouth. You don't get to make demands, got it? Just go along with the plan, and you get to live," Billy chastises you.

His other hand stretches toward your face and you're unable to repress the way you violently flinch away. He pauses, puzzled by your reaction, yet resumes his actions. His fingers find their way through your locks of hair, and a searing pain spreads at the base of your skull as the fingers are embedded into your scalp, tugging your head back. Your jaw falls slack while you cry out for Billy to stop. His grip is unrelenting as you're tugged forward, the blade no longer at your throat.

"You're a lousy witness if you're unharmed! Got that? No cop is gonna believe that your pops killed a bunch of kids and left us for dead, but you somehow made it out unscathed. They would just think you were behind all the murders, and you don't want that to happen, now do you?"

You gulp, shaking your head. You didn't want to admit it, but he was right. You offered to be their witness, and that wouldn't be possible without a few non-fatal injuries, at the very least.

"Didn't think so," Billy snarls before releasing his hold on you.

You sniffle, bringing your hand up to reach behind your head. Your fingertips graze where Billy's had been and gently press down on the tender skin. A hiss escapes your mouth as you withdraw your hand. If you had known Billy would be this cruel, you wouldn't have asked to be spared.

"Alright, I'll do it," Billy no longer looked like he wanted to kill you, "But, on one condition." His expression fell, and you could tell he was becoming furious with your antics.

"Oh–for God's sake," He grumbles under his breath. "Listen, brat, I don't like repeating myself, so I'll remind you once last time," He leans in, getting close to your ear, "You're not the one calling the shots!" You jolt as you're yanked forward by the collar of your shirt while he berates you, "Get that through your thick skull! Why can't you be more like your sister, huh? Just stand there and look pretty while we do all the work."

"Come on, Billy. Give the kid a break. At least hear him out," Stu acts as the voice of reason.

You had never felt more grateful for Stu than at that moment.

Billy rolls his eyes, reluctantly letting go of your shirt. He nods at you, silently allowing you to speak.

You let a sigh of relief, "I get to choose who...who stabs me."

Billy quirks his brow, "Is that all? Or do you have more demands to make, princess?" He spat out with malice.

You shake your head, shrinking under his vindictive gaze. You needed to make this decision carefully after seeing first-hand each killer violently lashing out on the other. Their outbursts had been out of anger, so it was in your best interest not to provoke them. You certainly didn't want Stu to cut you a tad too deep or end up a stabbing post for Billy like Stu had been. There was still a chance that, at any point, they could decide to break the deal and dispose of you.

Now that you were weighing out your options, Billy did seem pretty pissed at you. You didn't mean to push his buttons, but you may have accidentally fueled his depraved rage. Favoring Stu under this circumstance was a wise choice. Besides, he was sort of defending you earlier.

You give your final answer, "Stu. I-It has to be him."

Billy looks behind you to Stu tentatively, "Whatever you say." The knife is no longer his possession but rather his partner's.

"Ready?" Stu inquires.

You move, facing him to let him get it over with.

Upon a brief look over of Stu, it seemed you made the right choice. Despite his attempts to keep pressure on his wounds, there were too many for him to account for. The striking, rich blood slipped through his fingers and tainted the fabric of his sweater. It pools on the floor below him, creating a small puddle, and gleams under the overhead lighting. The poor boy's strength was depleting by the second.

"Ready when you are," You affirm with a quick nod.

Billy abruptly came up from behind you, firmly gripping your shoulders. You weren't sure why he was so antsy. You knew better than to move without the permission of the two killers and remained rooted in place. It would be over before you knew it.

You keep your eyes trained on the knife as it draws nearer and nearer. The tip of the blade is gently pressed against the side of your stomach. You could no longer bear to look and instead met Stu's eyes. He didn't say anything, but you could tell what he was asking.

"It's alright. I can take it," You assure him, and yourself, trying your damndest to be calm.

Regardless of Stu's blood loss, his hands were surprisingly steady. The blade pierces through layers of skin as he swiftly lodges the weapon into you.

You hardly make a sound, feeling as if all your breath escaped you. Everything happened so fast Stu couldn't stop what came after.

Billy forcefully took the blade from Stu's possession, stabbing the other side of your stomach parallel to your first wound. His wound was much deeper, and far more painful, considering he left the blade inside you. All to watch you squirm and whine in his hold.

The boy removes his hold on your shoulders, hoping you'll fall to the ground. He can't deny his disappointment when you lean into Stu's embrace. "Oh, come on. Where's all your spunk gone?" Billy makes it a point to ridicule you.

Sidney cries out to you, repeating your name like a mantra. She so badly wants to reach out to you, but Billy stands in her way, making sure she's unable to do so. Nothing you do or say mattered because you were still her brother, and she wanted to protect you.

You feel Stu sway as he tries to maintain balance for you both. With the state you and he were in, it was only a matter of time before either of you lacked the strength to go on.

Stu looks at you wide-eyed, "Holy shit," He mumbles.

This night was filled with surprises, but he didn't expect his partner to be so...ruthless. Oddly enough, Stu was glad he got the bulk of Billy's wrath otherwise the other killer might not have been so easy on you.

You feel weak in the knees but don't allow yourself to topple over out of pure spite. You would not grant Billy the satisfaction of seeing you knelt over in pain.

Even with the slightest movement, you could feel the foreign object tearing at your skin. With a wound that deep the safest option would be to keep the knife in place since it was the only thing stopping you from bleeding out, but the discomfort it brought was too much.

Your body aches, screaming in agony for you to remove the knife's blade. "Take it out," Your words are muffled with your face pressed against Stu's sweater as you stay hunched over, clinging onto Stu for dear life.

Your voice doesn't seem to register to him, "Sorry–what was that?"

You tilt your head back, letting Stu see your face, "P-Please, take it out. Take it out. Just t-take it out," You manage to plead through broken whispers.

Stu can hardly contain himself upon seeing your pained expression. Sweat gathered just above your brows, and tears streamed down your face, staining your cheeks. Your puffy, half-lidded eyes were welled with more tears. Snot ran down your nose, hovering over your lip. He didn't expect you to look so...pretty, crying and covered in your own blood.

"Are you sure about this, bub? You don't know what you're asking for," He warns you.

"Yes, I know–I know. I can't..." You trail off, begging Stu with your eyes.

Stu glances over at his partner, who seems indifferent about the whole ordeal. Billy seemed preoccupied with making sure Sidney didn't run and was adamant about her watching her brother writhe in anguish.

You feel Stu's fingers rub against the skin surrounding the knife. You whimper, backing away from his touch. He reassures you, whispering into your ear how it'd be fine. With no other option, you choose to believe him and let him continue. One hand is placed on your stomach while the other grips the knife's handle. The hand on your stomach pulls your skin back off of the blade while he removes the weapon.

With a drawn-out wail, you collapse into Stu.

The knife falls to the floor with a 'clink.'

He holds you close, petting your head, "Shh, it's over now." He lets you cry on his shoulder as you gradually calm down, listening to his heartbeat.