Well guys I've decided that this is the last chapter! Here we go...
...Fates....
**
"What?" Mort said his face looking paler than before.
"I said they'd kill me if you did," the girl said.
"Oh," Mort said a little relieved. Lyddie gave him a questioning look.
Mort and Lydia walked back out to the car. Mort examined the package with Lyddie curiously on-looking. Suddenly Mort looked up to see the sheriff walking towards them. Lyddie saw this too and gave Mort a look that said "Go! Hurry up!" Mort quickly turned the keys as the sheriff leaned against the door. Lyddie sat straight up.
"Got a minute?" the sheriff asked Mort calmly.
"No. No, I really don't right now, but I'll give you a call later," Mort said quickly while putting the car in reverse.
The sheriff stopped leaning on the car and watched as Mort drove away.
"Do you think he knows?" Lydia asked sounding extremely concerned.
Mort didn't answer.
Back at the cabin
Lyddie was starring quietly out the window as they pulled up the long driveway. They stopped in the usual parking space. Mort picked up the package to find it was torn.
"Did you open this?" Mort said holding the package up.
Lyddie pulled herself away from the window and starred at Mort, "No..."
Mort tore it open the rest of the way and opened the magazine. He scanned the table of contents and found his story was on page 87. Quickly he flipped through the pages, "83...84...85...86...91...91?" He flipped back to 86, "86,91. 91,86. He cut it out. He cut my story out."
Lyddie was looking more than a little confused. She looked at the magazine and to Mort. It was then she realized that he was talking to himself. He got out of the car.
"Wonderful!" he said sarcastically, and then entered the house.
"You know what?" Lyddie said, "I'm going to go sit down on the dock by the lake." Without waiting for a response, she walked down to the dock and sat down. She kept thinking about Shooter and how he had killed Chico, Tom, and Ken. 10 minutes past as she tried to figure out how no one could have seen him. She saw her mother's car pull up in front of the house. "That's odd, why is she here?" Lyddie said out loud. She thought Amy probably came to talk about the house or something. Then Lyddie started thinking, had she really ever seen Shooter. Sure, she had heard stories about him from Mort. But that was the thing, no one else had any idea about him. No one had seen him or heard from him or anything. It was like he wasn't even real. Not real...
It was at that moment that she heard Amy cry out. "MOM!" Lyddie yelled and jumped up and started sprinting towards the house. She reached the house just in time to see Amy knocked to the ground and Ted running through the porch. Lyddie's eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she saw Mort smash a shovel into Ted skull. He fell to the ground obviously unconscious as Mort continued to thrash him with the shovel.
Lyddie took that time to try and help her mom. "Mom!" Lyddie said trying to help her up. She caught sight of her mom's bloody ankle, and gasped. "Lydia get out of here!" Amy was gasping for breath. All of a sudden Lydia felt someone knock her to the ground. Startled she looked up to see Mort driving the shovel into Amy over and over again. "NO!" Lyddie yelled as she stood up quickly.
Mort saw her and threw the shovel down. He had on a black hat with a circular brim, angled to one side. His lip was bleeding and he had a murderous gleam in his eyes. He started walking towards Lyddie. She backed herself up until she was against the side of the house. Her breathing was heavy as she starred Mort right in the eyes. He grabbed her neck but didn't start gagging her right away.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" Lyddie breathed in terror as she continued to stare into his eyes.
"I don't know. Mr. Rainey never mentioned his daughter in all of this," he said in a southern accent.
"What?" Lyddie took on a confused and frightened look, "A-are you S- Shooter?"
"That's right miss," he said. He applied pressure to her neck as she took her last breath, but it only lasted a few seconds and then he stopped. Lyddie starred at him for a moment before becoming dizzy and collapsing to the ground in a faint.
She awoke hours later in her bed. Rubbing her head, she sat up. Realizing where she was she threw the covers off and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Mort was standing there. She came to a fearful dead stop, a stunned look upon her face. She started backing away.
"No, no honey it's ok. It's all over now," Mort's hair was well-combed and he was better dressed than he had previously been. He didn't seem unaware of what he had done, but he didn't seem bothered by it.
"You killed them," Lyddie said, "All of them."
Two Months Later
There was a knock at the door. Lyddie answered it. It was the sheriff. He had a stern look on his face.
"Is Mort home?" he asked not even breaking into a slight smile.
"Yeah, he is, come in," Lyddie replied opening the door completely, ushering him in.
The sheriff looked into the kitchen while Lyddie went upstairs. There was a large pot filled to the brim with corn and large piles of un-husked corn sitting next to the stove.
Mort looked down from his desk upstairs, "Oh hi," he said, "I didn't hear you come in. Come on up."
The sheriff walked upstairs slowly. When he reached the top Mort began talking to him, "I'm glad you're here. I could use the break."
"Look Mort we both know what you did," the sheriff began, "And we're going to find those bodies and link you to them, and then you're going away." Mort only nodded. The sheriff looked up at Lydia standing next to him and then back to Mort. "In the meantime I would appreciate if you didn't come into town anymore. It...scares people. You can do your shopping in the near- by towns."
Mort was silent for a moment and then replied simply by saying, "Sure, I guess." The sheriff started to go downstairs, "You know..." Mort started and the sheriff stopped, "The only thing that matters is the ending. It's the most important part of the story, the ending. And this one is very good, this one is perfect," he said motioning to his laptop and then began typing. The sheriff nodded and left.
Lyddie quietly recited the ending of the story,"'I know I can do it,' Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl, 'I'm sure in time every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery, even to me.'"
** SoOoOo...How did you guys like the ending? Check back in a few days and I'll have the sequel up! And now to my reviewers!!
Jack-Sparrow-Lover-Very glad you liked it! Seemed like a good idea to add it!
Dawnie-7-Thanks very much! I try to put my own unique spin on things. HeHe
Spikelovesmenotu- Well actually the name happens to be one of my favorites, so it just seemed right to put it in the story! Hope you liked it!!
Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys helped make my very first FanFic a success! Check back in a few days for my sequel to this story!
...Fates....
**
"What?" Mort said his face looking paler than before.
"I said they'd kill me if you did," the girl said.
"Oh," Mort said a little relieved. Lyddie gave him a questioning look.
Mort and Lydia walked back out to the car. Mort examined the package with Lyddie curiously on-looking. Suddenly Mort looked up to see the sheriff walking towards them. Lyddie saw this too and gave Mort a look that said "Go! Hurry up!" Mort quickly turned the keys as the sheriff leaned against the door. Lyddie sat straight up.
"Got a minute?" the sheriff asked Mort calmly.
"No. No, I really don't right now, but I'll give you a call later," Mort said quickly while putting the car in reverse.
The sheriff stopped leaning on the car and watched as Mort drove away.
"Do you think he knows?" Lydia asked sounding extremely concerned.
Mort didn't answer.
Back at the cabin
Lyddie was starring quietly out the window as they pulled up the long driveway. They stopped in the usual parking space. Mort picked up the package to find it was torn.
"Did you open this?" Mort said holding the package up.
Lyddie pulled herself away from the window and starred at Mort, "No..."
Mort tore it open the rest of the way and opened the magazine. He scanned the table of contents and found his story was on page 87. Quickly he flipped through the pages, "83...84...85...86...91...91?" He flipped back to 86, "86,91. 91,86. He cut it out. He cut my story out."
Lyddie was looking more than a little confused. She looked at the magazine and to Mort. It was then she realized that he was talking to himself. He got out of the car.
"Wonderful!" he said sarcastically, and then entered the house.
"You know what?" Lyddie said, "I'm going to go sit down on the dock by the lake." Without waiting for a response, she walked down to the dock and sat down. She kept thinking about Shooter and how he had killed Chico, Tom, and Ken. 10 minutes past as she tried to figure out how no one could have seen him. She saw her mother's car pull up in front of the house. "That's odd, why is she here?" Lyddie said out loud. She thought Amy probably came to talk about the house or something. Then Lyddie started thinking, had she really ever seen Shooter. Sure, she had heard stories about him from Mort. But that was the thing, no one else had any idea about him. No one had seen him or heard from him or anything. It was like he wasn't even real. Not real...
It was at that moment that she heard Amy cry out. "MOM!" Lyddie yelled and jumped up and started sprinting towards the house. She reached the house just in time to see Amy knocked to the ground and Ted running through the porch. Lyddie's eyes widened and she covered her mouth as she saw Mort smash a shovel into Ted skull. He fell to the ground obviously unconscious as Mort continued to thrash him with the shovel.
Lyddie took that time to try and help her mom. "Mom!" Lyddie said trying to help her up. She caught sight of her mom's bloody ankle, and gasped. "Lydia get out of here!" Amy was gasping for breath. All of a sudden Lydia felt someone knock her to the ground. Startled she looked up to see Mort driving the shovel into Amy over and over again. "NO!" Lyddie yelled as she stood up quickly.
Mort saw her and threw the shovel down. He had on a black hat with a circular brim, angled to one side. His lip was bleeding and he had a murderous gleam in his eyes. He started walking towards Lyddie. She backed herself up until she was against the side of the house. Her breathing was heavy as she starred Mort right in the eyes. He grabbed her neck but didn't start gagging her right away.
"W-what are you going to do to me?" Lyddie breathed in terror as she continued to stare into his eyes.
"I don't know. Mr. Rainey never mentioned his daughter in all of this," he said in a southern accent.
"What?" Lyddie took on a confused and frightened look, "A-are you S- Shooter?"
"That's right miss," he said. He applied pressure to her neck as she took her last breath, but it only lasted a few seconds and then he stopped. Lyddie starred at him for a moment before becoming dizzy and collapsing to the ground in a faint.
She awoke hours later in her bed. Rubbing her head, she sat up. Realizing where she was she threw the covers off and ran down the stairs into the kitchen. Mort was standing there. She came to a fearful dead stop, a stunned look upon her face. She started backing away.
"No, no honey it's ok. It's all over now," Mort's hair was well-combed and he was better dressed than he had previously been. He didn't seem unaware of what he had done, but he didn't seem bothered by it.
"You killed them," Lyddie said, "All of them."
Two Months Later
There was a knock at the door. Lyddie answered it. It was the sheriff. He had a stern look on his face.
"Is Mort home?" he asked not even breaking into a slight smile.
"Yeah, he is, come in," Lyddie replied opening the door completely, ushering him in.
The sheriff looked into the kitchen while Lyddie went upstairs. There was a large pot filled to the brim with corn and large piles of un-husked corn sitting next to the stove.
Mort looked down from his desk upstairs, "Oh hi," he said, "I didn't hear you come in. Come on up."
The sheriff walked upstairs slowly. When he reached the top Mort began talking to him, "I'm glad you're here. I could use the break."
"Look Mort we both know what you did," the sheriff began, "And we're going to find those bodies and link you to them, and then you're going away." Mort only nodded. The sheriff looked up at Lydia standing next to him and then back to Mort. "In the meantime I would appreciate if you didn't come into town anymore. It...scares people. You can do your shopping in the near- by towns."
Mort was silent for a moment and then replied simply by saying, "Sure, I guess." The sheriff started to go downstairs, "You know..." Mort started and the sheriff stopped, "The only thing that matters is the ending. It's the most important part of the story, the ending. And this one is very good, this one is perfect," he said motioning to his laptop and then began typing. The sheriff nodded and left.
Lyddie quietly recited the ending of the story,"'I know I can do it,' Todd Downey said, helping himself to another ear of corn from the steaming bowl, 'I'm sure in time every bit of her will be gone and her death will be a mystery, even to me.'"
** SoOoOo...How did you guys like the ending? Check back in a few days and I'll have the sequel up! And now to my reviewers!!
Jack-Sparrow-Lover-Very glad you liked it! Seemed like a good idea to add it!
Dawnie-7-Thanks very much! I try to put my own unique spin on things. HeHe
Spikelovesmenotu- Well actually the name happens to be one of my favorites, so it just seemed right to put it in the story! Hope you liked it!!
Thanks to all my reviewers! You guys helped make my very first FanFic a success! Check back in a few days for my sequel to this story!