Chapter 1: In the Beginning.
/...\- Morton Rainey's own thoughts. (...)- Shooter inside Mort's head. '...'- Jenibelle's thoughts. *...*- Dreams.
Don't own anything associated with Secret Window, or Morton Rainey or anything like that. (I sure do wish that I owned Johnny Depp though...)
Living alone in the middle of the wilderness isn't exactly some people's ideas of luxury. But for Jenibelle Weston, it felt just right. People always thought of it to be a discomfited way to live. All of the people who populated the town in Tashmore Lake County had families and neighbors and friends. Not Jenibelle. Jeni loved living alone on the west side of Tashmore Lake, with acception of her dog, Leena.
Jennibelle just moved to Tashmore Lake County and was not familiar with the lake and it's history. Well, the history of Tashmore Lake is more about Morton Rainey, and the murders. The first time Jeni heard about the murders, she felt intrigued. Jenibelle greatly respected Mr. Rainey and always loved his published works. She never gave it a second thought, until now.
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Leena aroused quickly and silently, after hearing a knock on the front door of Jeni's wonderful cabin. The dog barked a few times, letting Jenibelle that someone was at the front door. Jeni sat up in her bed and grunted. She wasn't used to getting up this early. She threw on her robe and quickly tied it around her waist. She tied her long, dark hair into a bun and headed down the stairs. She noticed the person at the front door wearing a black hat. Jenibelle opened the door. "How may I hel-," Jeni had to regain her composure, the person at the door was not only familiar to Jeni, but also familiar to the many people who saw his picture on the back jackets of their purchased books.
"Hello, My name is Morton Rainey, and I used to live here. I was just wondering if I could, ahem, come in?" Jenibelle hurredly opened the door wider so that the author could grace her with his presence.
"M-M-Mr. Rainey, what are you doing here?" Jeni asked, still bewildered that her favorite author had just showed up at her front door, wanting to come in.
"I just wanted to look around at something I think I left here. I was hoping you'd be okay with it," Morton took off his hat, revealing the same aroused hairstyle, with the same blonde highlights. He smiled at Jeni, who was still surprised. flashing his braces.
"No problem, Mr. Rainey, no problem at all. The person who sold it to me did not tell me that you had lived here previously, if so I wouldn't have touched anything that was left here," Jeni rambled on as she led him through her house.
Morton was too busy to listen to her. He was observing his beautiful home, stroking the wood paneling, freshly installed. He glanced over to his red couch in the living room, still in the exact same place. He stood in the balcony-room. Admiring the times he would sit at his computer, thinking what next to write. The woman's computer had taken his computer's place on the desk. Chico's sofa was being occupied by another dog. "It hasn't changed a bit," He said, interrupting Jeni.
"I also found this little thing over here, when I was spring cleaning last year, look," Jeni moved the huge dresser drawer set and showed the Secret Window he know oh-so-well.
"Ah, yes, the little window, isn't it amazing," Mr. Rainey walks over to the window, knealing down so he can admire the view.
"I've never been around that side of the house, it looks like it was some type of garden, but I'm not that much of a gardener myself, so I never saw any reason to tend to it," Jenibelle moved the dresser back over the window.
Morton stood silently for a moment, and he shifted uncomfortably, remembering the time he caught his wife cheating, and the time he killed her also. He saw a vision of himself, burying the bodies of his wife and her boyfriend. He shook his head to rid it of any bad memories.
"Would you like something to eat or to drink?" Jeni asked, already heading downstairs.
"I would love something, thank-you," Morton followed her downstairs, containing his thoughts.
Jeni busied herself with food while Mort sat himself at the old wooden table. "I hope you like corn on the cob, because it is my favorite food," Jeni said, throwing some ears into the boiling pot on the stove. She then sat down and focused her attention on the author's face. She was still stunned that he was sitting there in front of her.
"I love corn."
"So, how come you moved out of this gorgeous place?" Jenibelle asked.
"I didn't get your name," Mort said politley before he answered.
"Jenibelle."
"Well, Jenibelle, I was accused of murdering my ex-wife and her boyfriend and two other people. I was found innocent, but I was so harrassed by townspeople that I decided to leave here and move to Pennsylvania," Morton sighed.
"Mr. Rainey--," Jeni began, but Morton cut her off.
"Call me Mort, please."
"Mort," Jeni felt very uncomfortable calling Mr. Rainey by his first name, but she did, since he requested it. "Why don't you move back, since it's been so long?"
"People still stare at me while I'm driving down the road. Thay still tell their children the rumors about me, not knowing how genuinely sane I am," Mort laughed, and Jeni laughed with him.
The water for the corn was boiling, so Jeni got up and drained it. She poured the corn into a bowl and placed it in front of Mort. She then retrived two butter knives along with plates.
Mort dug into the bowl and grabbed an ear, he smeared butter on it and took a great huge bite out of it. Jeni was amazed by all of this. So, she copied him. Smearing the butter and taking huge bites. Mort was amused by her behavior. He was starting to feel a thing for her. But he blocked it out.
(Golly, Mr. Rainey, she's pretty good at cooking corn on the cob.) Shooter's voice said inside of his head. (Maybe you should ask her where she learned how to cook it this way.) Shooter suggested.
Mort suddenly dropped his corn and looked intently at Jeni. "Where'd you learn how to cook this corn," Mort said in a deep southern accent. "It tastes like it just came out of Mississippi."
Jeni was confused at the sudden change of accent, but answered nonetheless. "My momma lived in Mississippi, and I was raised there for a while. When my momma died, I moved up here to get some peace and quiet."
Mort picked up his corn again, telling himself not to give in so easily to Shooter. My medication must not be working the same way it did. Maybe Shooter is getting stronger. I should get out of here soon.
"Miss, I must be going now, I've got to get back to the hotel," Morton stood up but Jeni quickly retorted.
"You could always sleep on the couch here," Jenibelle blushed."I just thought it would be more soothing to sleep somewhere you were most familar with."
Mort looked longingly at his couch. He nodded at Jeni and she hurried into the den to grab an extra blanket and pillow for him. Mort smacked himself in the forehead. /Hopefuly I'll be okay if I can just control Shooter tonight, just for one night.\
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I know it's not that long, but it's my first fanfic and my first chapter, so give me a break. I don't have a computer at home so I'm warning you, I might not be able to update so often. I have a lot of things coming up so it might not be updated for a while.
/...\- Morton Rainey's own thoughts. (...)- Shooter inside Mort's head. '...'- Jenibelle's thoughts. *...*- Dreams.
Don't own anything associated with Secret Window, or Morton Rainey or anything like that. (I sure do wish that I owned Johnny Depp though...)
Living alone in the middle of the wilderness isn't exactly some people's ideas of luxury. But for Jenibelle Weston, it felt just right. People always thought of it to be a discomfited way to live. All of the people who populated the town in Tashmore Lake County had families and neighbors and friends. Not Jenibelle. Jeni loved living alone on the west side of Tashmore Lake, with acception of her dog, Leena.
Jennibelle just moved to Tashmore Lake County and was not familiar with the lake and it's history. Well, the history of Tashmore Lake is more about Morton Rainey, and the murders. The first time Jeni heard about the murders, she felt intrigued. Jenibelle greatly respected Mr. Rainey and always loved his published works. She never gave it a second thought, until now.
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Leena aroused quickly and silently, after hearing a knock on the front door of Jeni's wonderful cabin. The dog barked a few times, letting Jenibelle that someone was at the front door. Jeni sat up in her bed and grunted. She wasn't used to getting up this early. She threw on her robe and quickly tied it around her waist. She tied her long, dark hair into a bun and headed down the stairs. She noticed the person at the front door wearing a black hat. Jenibelle opened the door. "How may I hel-," Jeni had to regain her composure, the person at the door was not only familiar to Jeni, but also familiar to the many people who saw his picture on the back jackets of their purchased books.
"Hello, My name is Morton Rainey, and I used to live here. I was just wondering if I could, ahem, come in?" Jenibelle hurredly opened the door wider so that the author could grace her with his presence.
"M-M-Mr. Rainey, what are you doing here?" Jeni asked, still bewildered that her favorite author had just showed up at her front door, wanting to come in.
"I just wanted to look around at something I think I left here. I was hoping you'd be okay with it," Morton took off his hat, revealing the same aroused hairstyle, with the same blonde highlights. He smiled at Jeni, who was still surprised. flashing his braces.
"No problem, Mr. Rainey, no problem at all. The person who sold it to me did not tell me that you had lived here previously, if so I wouldn't have touched anything that was left here," Jeni rambled on as she led him through her house.
Morton was too busy to listen to her. He was observing his beautiful home, stroking the wood paneling, freshly installed. He glanced over to his red couch in the living room, still in the exact same place. He stood in the balcony-room. Admiring the times he would sit at his computer, thinking what next to write. The woman's computer had taken his computer's place on the desk. Chico's sofa was being occupied by another dog. "It hasn't changed a bit," He said, interrupting Jeni.
"I also found this little thing over here, when I was spring cleaning last year, look," Jeni moved the huge dresser drawer set and showed the Secret Window he know oh-so-well.
"Ah, yes, the little window, isn't it amazing," Mr. Rainey walks over to the window, knealing down so he can admire the view.
"I've never been around that side of the house, it looks like it was some type of garden, but I'm not that much of a gardener myself, so I never saw any reason to tend to it," Jenibelle moved the dresser back over the window.
Morton stood silently for a moment, and he shifted uncomfortably, remembering the time he caught his wife cheating, and the time he killed her also. He saw a vision of himself, burying the bodies of his wife and her boyfriend. He shook his head to rid it of any bad memories.
"Would you like something to eat or to drink?" Jeni asked, already heading downstairs.
"I would love something, thank-you," Morton followed her downstairs, containing his thoughts.
Jeni busied herself with food while Mort sat himself at the old wooden table. "I hope you like corn on the cob, because it is my favorite food," Jeni said, throwing some ears into the boiling pot on the stove. She then sat down and focused her attention on the author's face. She was still stunned that he was sitting there in front of her.
"I love corn."
"So, how come you moved out of this gorgeous place?" Jenibelle asked.
"I didn't get your name," Mort said politley before he answered.
"Jenibelle."
"Well, Jenibelle, I was accused of murdering my ex-wife and her boyfriend and two other people. I was found innocent, but I was so harrassed by townspeople that I decided to leave here and move to Pennsylvania," Morton sighed.
"Mr. Rainey--," Jeni began, but Morton cut her off.
"Call me Mort, please."
"Mort," Jeni felt very uncomfortable calling Mr. Rainey by his first name, but she did, since he requested it. "Why don't you move back, since it's been so long?"
"People still stare at me while I'm driving down the road. Thay still tell their children the rumors about me, not knowing how genuinely sane I am," Mort laughed, and Jeni laughed with him.
The water for the corn was boiling, so Jeni got up and drained it. She poured the corn into a bowl and placed it in front of Mort. She then retrived two butter knives along with plates.
Mort dug into the bowl and grabbed an ear, he smeared butter on it and took a great huge bite out of it. Jeni was amazed by all of this. So, she copied him. Smearing the butter and taking huge bites. Mort was amused by her behavior. He was starting to feel a thing for her. But he blocked it out.
(Golly, Mr. Rainey, she's pretty good at cooking corn on the cob.) Shooter's voice said inside of his head. (Maybe you should ask her where she learned how to cook it this way.) Shooter suggested.
Mort suddenly dropped his corn and looked intently at Jeni. "Where'd you learn how to cook this corn," Mort said in a deep southern accent. "It tastes like it just came out of Mississippi."
Jeni was confused at the sudden change of accent, but answered nonetheless. "My momma lived in Mississippi, and I was raised there for a while. When my momma died, I moved up here to get some peace and quiet."
Mort picked up his corn again, telling himself not to give in so easily to Shooter. My medication must not be working the same way it did. Maybe Shooter is getting stronger. I should get out of here soon.
"Miss, I must be going now, I've got to get back to the hotel," Morton stood up but Jeni quickly retorted.
"You could always sleep on the couch here," Jenibelle blushed."I just thought it would be more soothing to sleep somewhere you were most familar with."
Mort looked longingly at his couch. He nodded at Jeni and she hurried into the den to grab an extra blanket and pillow for him. Mort smacked himself in the forehead. /Hopefuly I'll be okay if I can just control Shooter tonight, just for one night.\
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I know it's not that long, but it's my first fanfic and my first chapter, so give me a break. I don't have a computer at home so I'm warning you, I might not be able to update so often. I have a lot of things coming up so it might not be updated for a while.