#deweyreply

“Sheriff Riley?” She did recognize him from around Woodsboro but so glad to see him. It was good to see someone else who understood everything that happened. Someone she could talk to. “I am not sure if you remember me, but it’s me Kirby Riley... one of the survivors of... Jill and Charlie...”

"It always ends badly." Billy just chuckled upon seeing the most useless police officers in the world. He wasn't going to be able to trick them if they had their memories so he would just torment them. Not let them have a day of peace while there was breath in his lungs. Always worrying when he'd strike.

With Stu dead all bets were off, Billy's knife drenched in blood and he was splattered with it as well. He didn't care if that would make him a suspect. All he was seeing was red rage. "Oh look the old man remembers. How quaint. Just in time for me to put you in such a deep grave that even when you wake you won't be able to get out." His voice lacking any emotion, cold and as sharp as ice. "I wonder if you will scream and beg like the little bitch that you are the same way tour sister did when I put her in the hospital?"

"Make me old man." Billy just chuckled. He had never been worried about Dewey. A frail washed up old man with nothing to live for or fight left in him.