Disclaimer – let me be clear: I DO NOT, REPEAT, DO NOTOWN PSYCHO OR BATES MOTEL. THIS IS NOT TO MAKE MONEY BUT TO WRITE CREATIVELY FOR NO OTHER PURPOSE BUT TO SHARE WITH OTHER PEOPLE! This is in honor of Norma Louise Bates, who was murdered in her sleep by her son Norman, as well as for the others Norman has killed, regardless if they deserved to be killed or not.

Now I don't know how they're going to introduce Marion Crane into the show, but for this story, Marion is gonna be completely different from the movie character in Psycho. She's gonna be cursing quite a lot, be very suspicious of Norman, right from the get-go. Her thought process is like, "this guy seems nice but he's hiding something, so I'm not gonna trust him for a second." Which is fine for her, since she's used to not trusting anyone. The only thing that stays the same is that Marion stole money – same amount as in the movie, $40,000 – from her place of work.

The story will be told entirely from Norman's perspective and mostly all of it takes place in his head. At this point, Marion is already dead and disposed of, just like in the movie. But Norman will recall meeting Marion, having dinner with her and mother killing her, but not necessarily in the shower. Norman has also killed other people, after killing him mom. I'm gonna say he's killed about 5 more people and the time that has passed since the season 4 finale of bates motel is about 10 years, just like it was ten years ago that Norman killed his mom in the original psycho. So he'll be about 28 years old. Marion is around the same age.

I'm gonna say that Romero was probably dumped with a bunch of bullshit charges and put in prison while Norman is off living in White Pine Bay, running the Bates motel the whole time. But don't worry, he'll turn up. J

Chapter 1

"Hello Norman."

Norman slowly turned to the source of the voice that just spoke to him. Although it was August, he felt the coldest chill go up his spine when looking at the person in front of him.

"What? Did you think it would be that easy to get rid of me? Me? Please Norman, I'm insulted."

Utter disbelief came over Norman. Mother killed this woman, so how was she still standing here, breathing? Mother always got her way after all.

"Oh for fucks sake are you that slow on the uptake? I'm in your head dumbass! I'm moving into this crazy shithole you call a head!"

Norman frantically shook his head, refusing to believe such a ridiculous statement.

"You can't talk now? Don't tell me I made you speechless. That's rich considering I can never really speak again since, you know, killed me." She said with a sneer.

"No it wasn't me, it was mother, she –"

Suddenly Marion had him by the throat, throttling him about. She slammed him against the wall, with a face resembling a demon. Her voice was so deep and booming it made Norman wish he was deaf. "WHEN ARE GONNA STOP HIDING BEHIND YOUR MOTHER!"

Norman's heart never beat so loud. Mother where are you, come save me…

"Oh what's the matter Norman," her face and voice returned to normal, "are you gonna cry out for Mother?" she jeered out the word as if it were the most repulsive thing in the world to say. "Well, let her try and come dry your tears and bullshit you about how everything is gonna be okay, because it's not okay, Norman. It's not okay. You thought you could kill me and get away with it, but no. No more will you get to play the 'boy next door' act to fool people. No more do you get to convince everyone you're normal with your fancy words and your fake manners. You done killed the wrong bitch this time Norman, because I'm not gonna stop until you're a pathetic mess crying out for 'mother' to save you. I'm not going anywhere and I'm not gonna leave you alone." As she spoke her face slowly morphed into a demon once more, sending such terror into Norman he began trembling with fear. "EVER!" The proclamation wrung throughout the house, throughout his head.

The house became dead silent.

Norman wouldn't sleep a wink that night. He kept hearing hysterical cackling in his mind.

It was seven in the evening. The motel had an incredibly slow day today, not a single customer throughout the entire day. That bypass really did them in. Grabbing the keys, Norman was just about to close up for the night when he heard a car pull up by the entrance. A beautiful slender woman of about his age came out of the vehicle. She had medium length dirty blonde hair, with chocolate brown eyes. She was wearing a grey sweater with dark blue jeans and black combat boots. She strolled up to Norman with her car keys and a black tote bag in hand.

"Hey."

"Hello."

"You closing for the night?"

"Uh, I was but if you'd like to book a room, I'd be happy to do that for you."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes I'd like to book a room. Thank you."

The pair entered the small motel office. Norman logged into his computer and was ready for the lady's information. "Name?"

"Marion Crane."

"Address?"

"4075 Mulberry Lane, Apt. 5B, Seattle, Washington," she said curtly. Her eyes shifted away from Norman.

"Phone number?"

"206-689-3697," her eyes shifted again, away from Norman and towards the countertop.

"Which room would you like to have?"

"I don't really care, so long as I get one." Marion was bouncing her leg rapidly, as if she was dying to hide away into her room.

"Well uh, alright, you can have room 4." Norman turned around and grabbed the key for the room. He turned back. "Now how long will you be staying?" he asked.

"Just tonight, I'll head out first light tomorrow." She replied, her leg still bouncing. "How much?"

"$67 please," answered Norman. Marion handed over a hundred dollar bill before he could finish speaking and swiped the key from Norman's hand. By the time he blinked the woman was off to her room without another word.