Rated T for Mort's cursing.
Disclaimer: I'm not making any profit from Secret Window whatsoever… However did that big briefcase of money get there?
This is not intended to be a stupid; girl-saves-mort-and-falls-in-love-with-him fic… unless you really want it to be…
Warning: Sheriff thingomawhatsit bashing (i've forgotten his name so i'll just call him "the sheriff")
A/N: Ok first of all I know it's evil to be writing this fic when I have a billion unfinished ones but my muses kept on bugging the crap out of me until I cracked. I'm not sure where I'm going with this fic so it might be a while until I update again… yeah. If you have any suggestions for the next chapter, put them in a review or private message me and I'll see if I can incorporate it into the story. Oh and just so you know I dislike Mary-Sues and I'm trying not to make this into one so if I am tell me… and yeah. Anyhoo on with the fic!
The woman walked dazedly along the road, away from her car, its side had smashed into a tree and refused to start no matter how much she cursed at it.
During the two hours of walking along the road, waiting for a passing car, her head cleared a little, she gave up on finding a ride, adjusted the large bag on her back and headed into the pine forest to light a fire and make camp for the night,
Luck was on her side, not only did she manage to light a fire with sparks from her pocketknife and a prayer, but she found a source of (hopefully) fresh water. Happy that her outdoor survival skills were up to scratch, she walked to the lakes edge to fill her water bottle up. It was when she stooped forward to fill said bottle with water when she spotted the light from a house near the lakes edge, about half a mile from where she stood. The highway was not as isolated as she had first thought. A grin started to slowly spread across her face but it soon vanished when she remembered her mothers age old warnings and lectures about strangers and not disturbing them, the lectures and all the horror flicks she had seen made her hesitant to go knocking on their door in the middle of the night. After all, she thought they probably chose to live out here so they wouldn't get disturbed. But the urge to get back to civilization eventually overrode her fear as she decided to go to the house the next day.
Mort was scared. No, he was more than scared, he was terrified of the man that stalked him whenever he set foot outside his cabin.
After he had found Chico nailed (screwdrivered?) to the bin outside his cabin, he had gone to the town's sheriff and told him about the situation, but the bumbling old man had done nothing except work on his sewing and grin dementedly. Old bastard Mort thought angrily if this had happened to anyone else the f#$er would be all over it, but no, not me. The only reason he'd visit here was to perv on Amy and annoy the shit out of me. Mort paused in his mental rant and looked up from the coffee table from his place on the couch. He could look out from the window and see the lake, but that wasn't what he was staring at, it was the flickering of a campfire in the trees.
A/N: I still have no idea why I've even posted this. (Shakes head) Oh well it's up and posted, so R&R and tell me what you think and any suggestions you have, and I'll see you next chapter!