Secret window – Life through the looking glass
Disclaimer – I don't own anything. Mostly Stephen King's. Anything you don't recognize, is mine. Unfortunately, the plot line is mine. I apologize. There's also a moment where I steal some of "The Shining", so pardon me. That is also owned by out dear Stephen King. The man owns Anyways…Basically, everything that you do recognize, is owned by either a genius, or some big name corporation.
Rating – T for now. Most probably going to change it.
Summary – Rainey, Mort and Shooter meet women. Two hate them, one befriends one. This is their psychotic saga.
Pairing – Rainey/OFC
Author's notes : This is ridiculously AU, in a twisted way. Shooter, Rainey ETC are considered real people. They wouldn't be recognized by the 'mundanes', but they're people. Shooter can actually plant flowers, they're not a figment of imagination. Drunkenness is plausible. They make an impact on Mort's life. Also, I apologize if Shooter's dialogue is screwy, I had a hard time figuring it out. I channeled some Ichabod Crane for Rainey's character. Ie: the nervousness and ineptness with females.
Prologue.
They had gotten away with murder. It had seemed too easy at first; too good to be true. But it was; they had done some discreet investigating, which mainly consisted of cornering the bailiff and threatening his life with the infamous shovel. The sheriff had a massive heart attack. He died. His successor, still wet behind the ears, muddled the files. Half of the evidence was lost when the old codger died. Every one in the town knew he did it. But now they had no proof. He still stayed away from town. Rainey looked after Mort, babysitting and playing personal motivational speaker. Shooter gardened. And scared people. It was a strange mix, which Mort had commented on several times.
Chapter one – The train's on time
Mort rolled over again, muttering something about squirrels. It was two o'clock, Rainey was going to wake him within moments. The trio had a twisted way of existing, but it worked nonetheless. He would sleep no later than two, for he had to work on the latest novel he was begrudgingly writing; he hated it already.
"The crap that just won't delete" Mort had pet named it.
Shooter tended to stay away when he was sleeping, the silence a bit too much for his homicidal system. Rainey sighed, scratched his birds nest of a head and cleared his throat. Mort didn't move. Rainey considered grabbing two pots, but remembered the outcome of that last experiment. It had sent Mort to the hospital, a concussion and a highly annoyed writer was the only outcome. Deciding against the prior idea, Rainey opted for the above and behind attack. At least, if Mort decided to become violent, it gave him a few extra moments to run. Moving behind his twin, Rainey inhaled deeply, before giving a shout of epic proportions. Mort jumped and subsequently fell of the couch, earning a short laugh from Rainey.
"It's two." Rainey said, cleaning his glasses on the old robe. Mort had reverted back to his old ways, only slightly more organized. He had removed the braces prematurely, saying every time he ate corn on the cob, the kernels got stuck in the wires. A week later, Mort renounced all corn. The garden now consisted of mainly flowers and tomatoes, a few bean plants scattered between
"Fine, fine. I'm up." Mort grumbled, coming to stand. His hair was a mop of tangles, his glasses were half off his face.
"Good. Now go do what you do. I'm going to make a snack." Mort nodded, waving his arm in dismissal.
As he climbed the stairs, he called, "Where's Shooter?" Mort reached his lap top, the document filled with paragraphs of his typing.
"Probably in the garden." Rainey replied, grabbing an opened bag of Doritos and a can of mountain dew. The messier of the two ascended the stairs and placed the food down on the relatively organized desk, eyeing the shiny slinky which still resided upon the desktop.
"You added some?"
"Last night." Rainey replied, thinking of the few short sentences he had added to the story. It was simple enough, nothing overly remarkable in the changes.
"It's good." Mort said, before falling into the semi-aware state of his imagination. Rainey nodded, watching his host crawl into his usual trance. His duty for the day was done, it was time to go find Shooter.
A/N: First chapter + prologue. SO BORING. It gets better, I assure you.