Disclaimer: I don't own Secret Window or Mort Rainey though I wish I did.
The four of them left the hospital feeling secure about the criminal that was said to be behind bars. What they were unaware of was that he had escaped and was no closer than they could have ever imagined.
Elyse walked hand in hand with "her man", the one that she loved completely unaware of what was coming next. Brandon was keeping a cautious eye out for the man that they knew could very well be slipping stealthily around any corner at any moment. They approached the car and decided that it would be best if they went back to the hotel.
"We'll just go back to the hotel and kick back for the rest of the day. After all our flight does leave tomorrow." Brandon was saying while opening the car door for Elyse. "We will watch some movies and order room service."
"How early is our flight in the morning?" Fernando asked, while shutting the car door.
"Well, it leaves at 9:15am but we will have to be at the airport by about 8 just to make sure that there is plenty of time to go through security."
"Did you guys just get a plane ticket for the same flight home as us?" Stephanie asked, wondering if it was just a coincidence.
"Yeah, we got a plane ticket for the day that we came up and we gave them the information for the returning flight which was identical to yours." Brandon said, while shifting the car into drive and making his way down the busy streets of Boston.
They arrived at the hotel and Brandon helped Elyse out of the car. "You know that I am absolutely fine. Other than the fact that I have stitches on my head." She said with a slight chuckle. She accepted his help anyways.
They made their way upstairs to the hotel rooms and decided that they would all go back up the girls room and watch movies in there. Then they would split up for the night.
As they moved into the hotel, they noticed that it was empty. There was not a single living soul visible, nor were there any dead bodies around. Elyse's grip on Brandon's hand tightened. He knew that she was scared.
"Maybe we should just go up to the rooms?" Fernando suggested, though it seemed like this would NOT be a good idea.
"Yeah, let's go upstairs in a completely deserted hotel. That makes a lot of sense." Stephanie exclaimed, while scolding him for suggesting such a thing.
"Okay then, Miss Genius. What do you propose we do?" Fernando asked, a condescending tone to his voice. "I don't appreciate being talked to in that tone, and there is no way you are getting me to go upstairs in a hotel that looked like something from a cheerful place 24 hours ago, and now it looks like something from a horror flick." Stephanie preached to the group, but directing her anger towards Fernando.
"Okay, so what should we do? I mean standing here in the lobby isn't getting much done." Brandon said, glancing sideways at Elyse who was now eying her surroundings very carefully.
"We must go. He's here." Was all that she said before motioning for the group to leave. As they made it to the door, she grabbed Brandon's hand causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
"What is it, Elyse? What's wrong?"
"You go. Go away from this hotel. If I'm alive tomorrow, I'll meet you at the airport." Brandon started pleading with her, and Fernando was holding Stephanie back. "Just listen to me okay. You have to get out of here. I've out you three in enough danger as it is. I need to finish this off with Mort. Please, just go." She gave him pleading eyes, and he embraced her for what he thought may be the last time. He leaned in and gave her one last kiss and started to walk away, with a teary eyed Fernando and a balling Stephanie.
Elyse regained her composure and walked back into the empty hotel lobby. She took a deep breath and decided there was no way around it: she had to confront him one way or another.
"Mort!! Shooter! What do you want from me?" She yelled throwing her hands above her head. Silence fell over the lobby. Then from the darkness she could hear footsteps. A figure emerged from the concealed corner where he was hiding.
"What do I want from you missy? Well, I'm not sure I can tell you that. You see, I step in when there is something wrong in Mort's life. I'm the one who fixes it all. So, as for you, well, you are gonna meet your end right now." Just then she saw him pull a old iron shovel from behind his back.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it. But she knew that she couldn't let it falter her. Not when she was this close to beating him. He started moving towards her.
"So that's it. You want to kill me right here, right now. Well, then fine. But just let me do one last thing. I want a kiss. I want to feel your lips on mine one last time." He moved towards her.
"Alright missy. I can do that." Shooter said.
"One thing though. Put the shovel down. I want this to be good." Elyse said, begging him with her eyes. He did as she requested and dropped the shovel. He took her in his arms and began kissing her.
Elyse, sticking to her plan felt Shooter kissing her. Then it was as if something changed and he began kissing her softly and sweetly, just as Mort had done.
Wait a minute? She thought to herself. She pulled away, looking into his eyes. The eyes of the troubled author she flew here to meet. The eyes of her sporadic lover for two days. The eyes that captivated her, and soon after wanted to kill her.
"Elyse? Are you okay?" He asked, as worried tone back in this voice. He was aware as to what happened, but didn't want to believe that he almost killed her on two separate occasions. "Look, I'm sorry for everything. I know that it got a little out of hand, but I never intentionally meant any harm. I was just upset that you left me for that idiot."
"Look, first of all, it got more than a little out of hand. Second, apology not accepted. There is no way I can forgive you for almost killing my friends and me. Thirdly, I don't even know." She turned to walk away. This was all working according to plan.
He began following her. She spun around, a small pistol in her hand. "Don't make me do this Mort. I don't want to. I am leaving in the morning. If I dare find you following me home, I will make sure that it is your last trip. Do I make myself clear?" Elyse said, quite confidently to her surprise.
Mort's eyes grew wide. He didn't know where she had gotten this gun but he knew not to push her any further.
A/N; Hey everyone! I just watched this movie and had to update my story. Thanks for waiting and I hope that you enjoy it.
The four of them left the hospital feeling secure about the criminal that was said to be behind bars. What they were unaware of was that he had escaped and was no closer than they could have ever imagined.
Elyse walked hand in hand with "her man", the one that she loved completely unaware of what was coming next. Brandon was keeping a cautious eye out for the man that they knew could very well be slipping stealthily around any corner at any moment. They approached the car and decided that it would be best if they went back to the hotel.
"We'll just go back to the hotel and kick back for the rest of the day. After all our flight does leave tomorrow." Brandon was saying while opening the car door for Elyse. "We will watch some movies and order room service."
"How early is our flight in the morning?" Fernando asked, while shutting the car door.
"Well, it leaves at 9:15am but we will have to be at the airport by about 8 just to make sure that there is plenty of time to go through security."
"Did you guys just get a plane ticket for the same flight home as us?" Stephanie asked, wondering if it was just a coincidence.
"Yeah, we got a plane ticket for the day that we came up and we gave them the information for the returning flight which was identical to yours." Brandon said, while shifting the car into drive and making his way down the busy streets of Boston.
They arrived at the hotel and Brandon helped Elyse out of the car. "You know that I am absolutely fine. Other than the fact that I have stitches on my head." She said with a slight chuckle. She accepted his help anyways.
They made their way upstairs to the hotel rooms and decided that they would all go back up the girls room and watch movies in there. Then they would split up for the night.
As they moved into the hotel, they noticed that it was empty. There was not a single living soul visible, nor were there any dead bodies around. Elyse's grip on Brandon's hand tightened. He knew that she was scared.
"Maybe we should just go up to the rooms?" Fernando suggested, though it seemed like this would NOT be a good idea.
"Yeah, let's go upstairs in a completely deserted hotel. That makes a lot of sense." Stephanie exclaimed, while scolding him for suggesting such a thing.
"Okay then, Miss Genius. What do you propose we do?" Fernando asked, a condescending tone to his voice. "I don't appreciate being talked to in that tone, and there is no way you are getting me to go upstairs in a hotel that looked like something from a cheerful place 24 hours ago, and now it looks like something from a horror flick." Stephanie preached to the group, but directing her anger towards Fernando.
"Okay, so what should we do? I mean standing here in the lobby isn't getting much done." Brandon said, glancing sideways at Elyse who was now eying her surroundings very carefully.
"We must go. He's here." Was all that she said before motioning for the group to leave. As they made it to the door, she grabbed Brandon's hand causing him to stop dead in his tracks.
"What is it, Elyse? What's wrong?"
"You go. Go away from this hotel. If I'm alive tomorrow, I'll meet you at the airport." Brandon started pleading with her, and Fernando was holding Stephanie back. "Just listen to me okay. You have to get out of here. I've out you three in enough danger as it is. I need to finish this off with Mort. Please, just go." She gave him pleading eyes, and he embraced her for what he thought may be the last time. He leaned in and gave her one last kiss and started to walk away, with a teary eyed Fernando and a balling Stephanie.
Elyse regained her composure and walked back into the empty hotel lobby. She took a deep breath and decided there was no way around it: she had to confront him one way or another.
"Mort!! Shooter! What do you want from me?" She yelled throwing her hands above her head. Silence fell over the lobby. Then from the darkness she could hear footsteps. A figure emerged from the concealed corner where he was hiding.
"What do I want from you missy? Well, I'm not sure I can tell you that. You see, I step in when there is something wrong in Mort's life. I'm the one who fixes it all. So, as for you, well, you are gonna meet your end right now." Just then she saw him pull a old iron shovel from behind his back.
Her eyes widened at the sight of it. But she knew that she couldn't let it falter her. Not when she was this close to beating him. He started moving towards her.
"So that's it. You want to kill me right here, right now. Well, then fine. But just let me do one last thing. I want a kiss. I want to feel your lips on mine one last time." He moved towards her.
"Alright missy. I can do that." Shooter said.
"One thing though. Put the shovel down. I want this to be good." Elyse said, begging him with her eyes. He did as she requested and dropped the shovel. He took her in his arms and began kissing her.
Elyse, sticking to her plan felt Shooter kissing her. Then it was as if something changed and he began kissing her softly and sweetly, just as Mort had done.
Wait a minute? She thought to herself. She pulled away, looking into his eyes. The eyes of the troubled author she flew here to meet. The eyes of her sporadic lover for two days. The eyes that captivated her, and soon after wanted to kill her.
"Elyse? Are you okay?" He asked, as worried tone back in this voice. He was aware as to what happened, but didn't want to believe that he almost killed her on two separate occasions. "Look, I'm sorry for everything. I know that it got a little out of hand, but I never intentionally meant any harm. I was just upset that you left me for that idiot."
"Look, first of all, it got more than a little out of hand. Second, apology not accepted. There is no way I can forgive you for almost killing my friends and me. Thirdly, I don't even know." She turned to walk away. This was all working according to plan.
He began following her. She spun around, a small pistol in her hand. "Don't make me do this Mort. I don't want to. I am leaving in the morning. If I dare find you following me home, I will make sure that it is your last trip. Do I make myself clear?" Elyse said, quite confidently to her surprise.
Mort's eyes grew wide. He didn't know where she had gotten this gun but he knew not to push her any further.
A/N; Hey everyone! I just watched this movie and had to update my story. Thanks for waiting and I hope that you enjoy it.