"Influence" - Stu Macher, Scream (2022)

𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎;

The exhausted, giddy boy tucked severed, blonde locks into the matchbox beside his bed.

Casey Becker had put up a substantial fight. More so than they'd predicted, (particularly after witnessing her boyfriend's guts splashed across the pool tiles in her backyard.)

Stu had guessed that she'd go loudly, hopelessly tripping over obstacles and screaming bloody murder; the high school bimbo pulling her best Scream Queen finale. Billy assumed she'd beg for her life, big, wobbly tears rolling down blush-pink cheeks, perfectly manicured hands pressed together in a morbid prayer. Evidently, though, neither were true.

Stu had marvelled at the outcome. All blood and guts, the boys had hoisted Casey's corpse into the oak tree outside her home. It taken a few extra, precious moments, but my God, it was 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭. Worth it, to watch the blood drain from her face, worth it, to hear the devastated screams of her parents, worth it, 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴' 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

He'd do just about anything to see it. That crooked grin, pitch black eyes sparkling with the thrill of it all, Billy lit up the room with his unbridled bloodlust. That look, the blood splatter fresh on his cheeks, the low growl in his throat, it made Stu's knees weak. Weak enough to give into any demand, bow to any influence, and tear the hot, twisted guts from any poor sucker this side of Woodsboro.

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Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2022: https://tinyurl.com/4th7szvr