Ok thanks readers! For our purposes this story does take place in Maine and
as I've already established it as so.
And yes! I fully plan to finish this series because it's been wickedly fun so far.
Just remember to do your civic duty and review. Flame me if you will, any constructive criticism is appreciated!
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The Reid family has an air of superiority about them. One that makes
someone linger on his or her every word and long to hear one last
significant utter from his or her lips.
Though the lips of Penny were what Mort's fantasies were made of, Dr.
Reid's was quite the contrary, nonetheless Mort ended up shaking his
head in agreement at every comment the man made.
Either Dr. Reid was influential in his way of describing Mort's current
feelings, or our favorite author was just desperate putty in his hands.
We tune in now approximately 47 minutes into Morton Rainey's session:
"So naturally the tension between you and Amy built with time. You
were writing novels while she was-"
"..Fucking around." The strained words escaped Mort's tightened lips
before he could realize it and he quickly recovered as he unreclined
from the chair and fumbled with his hands yet again.
"No, no Morton its a perfectly understandable response. Relax. She was
in fact 'fucking around' and withdrawn from your efforts to patch
things up, as you've stated."
Both the men rubbed their chins in unison and there was an awkward
silence that Mort couldn't help but break.
"It, well you see, it did something to me. Especially when I saw them
together that first time." Shifting uncomfortably, he looked behind him
to the door hoping to see the face of salvation, the face of Penny pop
in once again. To no avail she didn't, and he turned around to face the
plump doctor.
"Explain. Tell me how you felt, those emotions. That rage you must
have felt."
"Rage! Exactly." Gesturing as if balling up something in mid air, Mort
leaned forward, his elbows in the desk and apparently trying to
articulate what he couldn't explain in words.
"No doubt I was pissed. Hell, I was more then pissed. But I've always
been passive aggressive you see. It- the rage, you are following along
right Doc?- it formed an entity within me. A completely different form
with opinions and and stories, a person, if you will." His glasses had
slipped to the tip of his nose, and Dr. Reid pushed them back up in the
bridge of his nose with some force indicating his lack of enjoyment of
their closeness.
"Does this person have a name?" The doctor inquired slyly, knowing his
diagnoses for Morton already being one of many but more dominantly
Multiple Personality Disorder. He wanted Mort to delve further so to
tell the extremity of his case.
// Go ahead, sissy-boy. Tell him and watch how fast they pump you with
sedatives and tie you to a bed.//
Mort's brow was already brimming with sweat from the stress of this
whole situation.
Never had he told another person about Shooter as being a part of him.
Never had he even accepted it, but whether he was ready to or not,
there was no choice in the matter if he expected to get help.
"Shooter. John Shooter." He said, surprising himself when he spoke the
name with a Southern twang.
"So you're saying that John is the equivalent to the other you. The
one that isn't afraid of confrontation." Dr. Reid inferred while
pressing a button on his intercom.
"Yes and no. We're like polar opposites for Christ's sake."
At that moment from each of the three doors in the office came a nurse.
Two large males, and one petite female recognizable by her brunette
tresses. All of them plastered expressionless and distant from what
they were expected to do.
Penny pushed a metallic cart with syringes and other drugs next to
Mort's chair and he cracked his jaw unknowingly of what was going on.
"What's all this?" He asked, wishing now that Dr. Reid's office did
have a window, for he would jump right up and over the desk to crash
out of it to the summit below.
Anything to escape his fear of what they were about to do to him.
"I find it that in order to properly conduct the rest of our sessions,
that you should be put in an observational cell. Its just standard, I
mean I can't have all my patients visit me in my office. Note all the
sharp objects."
"Like hell you will! I've done nothing, I mean Shooter isn't really me
just-just-"Turning to see Penny's eyes cast to the ground, Mort too
looked away in shame only to see the two other nurses approaching.
"I hate him. Please let me explain! Reasons why Shooter isn't me
Chapter one:" Mort's tone was escalating in fury only making both the
men in the white garb grasp both his arms and tug him from his chair.
"Its safer this way. For you and me. Your exhibiting signs of having a
dual personality, a Dr.Jekell and Mr. Hyde effect. I can better figure
out how to approach this if you under more watchful eyes. Now Penelope,
administer the tranq." Reid Senior only used Penny's real first name
whenever he asked her to perform such duties. It was the oddest thing
but she too partook in this unusual display of denying identity as
well.
"Yes Dr. Reid." She nodded, and pulled a syringe from its case, then
stuck it in a vial to measure it. Though when she did, she purposely
didn't fill it to its maximum for Penny had her own hidden agenda.
Meanwhile, Mort thrashed about completely beside himself with anger.
He kicked and fought but it was useless against the force of the two
men holding him back. His wild hair clung to his face obstructing his
view of the needle being prepped.
He stared at Penny through narrowed eyes, betrayed by her willingness
to poke him in the arm with such a drug when they had only been
speaking about an hour previous.
"This isn't going to hurt." Penny lied as she pulled a cotton swab out
and wiped it on Mort's strained forearm as it was held there by the
larger of the two males to his right. Then squirting the excess liquid
from the syringe, she tapped Mort's vein and quickly injected him with
the sedative.
In the few moment's it took for the drug to fully take affect, the
staff present in the room watched Morton Rainey's lips quivering
'please's and 'help's while he stared longingly at Penny Reid.
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Eep! People really love those 'From Hell' fanfics don't they?
I'll tell ya what, after I'm finished with this series I'll do another 'From Hell' to satisfy certain readers out there that are nutting their pants for more Abberline.
But anyhoodles, I'm pressed for time right now hence the small chapter.
But we are finally leading up to some action in the next few chapters.
Think: Edward Scissor Hands meets Gothika.
And yes! I fully plan to finish this series because it's been wickedly fun so far.
Just remember to do your civic duty and review. Flame me if you will, any constructive criticism is appreciated!
*****************************
The Reid family has an air of superiority about them. One that makes
someone linger on his or her every word and long to hear one last
significant utter from his or her lips.
Though the lips of Penny were what Mort's fantasies were made of, Dr.
Reid's was quite the contrary, nonetheless Mort ended up shaking his
head in agreement at every comment the man made.
Either Dr. Reid was influential in his way of describing Mort's current
feelings, or our favorite author was just desperate putty in his hands.
We tune in now approximately 47 minutes into Morton Rainey's session:
"So naturally the tension between you and Amy built with time. You
were writing novels while she was-"
"..Fucking around." The strained words escaped Mort's tightened lips
before he could realize it and he quickly recovered as he unreclined
from the chair and fumbled with his hands yet again.
"No, no Morton its a perfectly understandable response. Relax. She was
in fact 'fucking around' and withdrawn from your efforts to patch
things up, as you've stated."
Both the men rubbed their chins in unison and there was an awkward
silence that Mort couldn't help but break.
"It, well you see, it did something to me. Especially when I saw them
together that first time." Shifting uncomfortably, he looked behind him
to the door hoping to see the face of salvation, the face of Penny pop
in once again. To no avail she didn't, and he turned around to face the
plump doctor.
"Explain. Tell me how you felt, those emotions. That rage you must
have felt."
"Rage! Exactly." Gesturing as if balling up something in mid air, Mort
leaned forward, his elbows in the desk and apparently trying to
articulate what he couldn't explain in words.
"No doubt I was pissed. Hell, I was more then pissed. But I've always
been passive aggressive you see. It- the rage, you are following along
right Doc?- it formed an entity within me. A completely different form
with opinions and and stories, a person, if you will." His glasses had
slipped to the tip of his nose, and Dr. Reid pushed them back up in the
bridge of his nose with some force indicating his lack of enjoyment of
their closeness.
"Does this person have a name?" The doctor inquired slyly, knowing his
diagnoses for Morton already being one of many but more dominantly
Multiple Personality Disorder. He wanted Mort to delve further so to
tell the extremity of his case.
// Go ahead, sissy-boy. Tell him and watch how fast they pump you with
sedatives and tie you to a bed.//
Mort's brow was already brimming with sweat from the stress of this
whole situation.
Never had he told another person about Shooter as being a part of him.
Never had he even accepted it, but whether he was ready to or not,
there was no choice in the matter if he expected to get help.
"Shooter. John Shooter." He said, surprising himself when he spoke the
name with a Southern twang.
"So you're saying that John is the equivalent to the other you. The
one that isn't afraid of confrontation." Dr. Reid inferred while
pressing a button on his intercom.
"Yes and no. We're like polar opposites for Christ's sake."
At that moment from each of the three doors in the office came a nurse.
Two large males, and one petite female recognizable by her brunette
tresses. All of them plastered expressionless and distant from what
they were expected to do.
Penny pushed a metallic cart with syringes and other drugs next to
Mort's chair and he cracked his jaw unknowingly of what was going on.
"What's all this?" He asked, wishing now that Dr. Reid's office did
have a window, for he would jump right up and over the desk to crash
out of it to the summit below.
Anything to escape his fear of what they were about to do to him.
"I find it that in order to properly conduct the rest of our sessions,
that you should be put in an observational cell. Its just standard, I
mean I can't have all my patients visit me in my office. Note all the
sharp objects."
"Like hell you will! I've done nothing, I mean Shooter isn't really me
just-just-"Turning to see Penny's eyes cast to the ground, Mort too
looked away in shame only to see the two other nurses approaching.
"I hate him. Please let me explain! Reasons why Shooter isn't me
Chapter one:" Mort's tone was escalating in fury only making both the
men in the white garb grasp both his arms and tug him from his chair.
"Its safer this way. For you and me. Your exhibiting signs of having a
dual personality, a Dr.Jekell and Mr. Hyde effect. I can better figure
out how to approach this if you under more watchful eyes. Now Penelope,
administer the tranq." Reid Senior only used Penny's real first name
whenever he asked her to perform such duties. It was the oddest thing
but she too partook in this unusual display of denying identity as
well.
"Yes Dr. Reid." She nodded, and pulled a syringe from its case, then
stuck it in a vial to measure it. Though when she did, she purposely
didn't fill it to its maximum for Penny had her own hidden agenda.
Meanwhile, Mort thrashed about completely beside himself with anger.
He kicked and fought but it was useless against the force of the two
men holding him back. His wild hair clung to his face obstructing his
view of the needle being prepped.
He stared at Penny through narrowed eyes, betrayed by her willingness
to poke him in the arm with such a drug when they had only been
speaking about an hour previous.
"This isn't going to hurt." Penny lied as she pulled a cotton swab out
and wiped it on Mort's strained forearm as it was held there by the
larger of the two males to his right. Then squirting the excess liquid
from the syringe, she tapped Mort's vein and quickly injected him with
the sedative.
In the few moment's it took for the drug to fully take affect, the
staff present in the room watched Morton Rainey's lips quivering
'please's and 'help's while he stared longingly at Penny Reid.
******************************
Eep! People really love those 'From Hell' fanfics don't they?
I'll tell ya what, after I'm finished with this series I'll do another 'From Hell' to satisfy certain readers out there that are nutting their pants for more Abberline.
But anyhoodles, I'm pressed for time right now hence the small chapter.
But we are finally leading up to some action in the next few chapters.
Think: Edward Scissor Hands meets Gothika.