Chapter 7: It's Almost Alright.
/...\- 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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"Jennni, Jeniiibellle," Mort hissed into Jeni's ear, she stirred, but didn't look like she wanted to get up.
"It's too early," Jeni flipped back over.
Jeni began wrestling with him underneath the blankets, they were both entangled. Mort suddenly pushed his head up next to Jeni's, their foreheads touching.
He looked into her eyes, reading them. /This is it.\ "I didn't think this would ever be as good as it is," he said.
Jeni smiled, then kissed him, pushing up against his body and pushing herself on top of him. Mort squirmed underneath her. "No, not now, this is too...not right," Jei awkwardly got up off of the bed and went into the bathroom.
"Oh shit, the bathroom door," Jeni rubbed her forehead than causiously walked on top of the glass to the toilet.
"Jeni, what went on last night? Or the night before for that matter?" Mort asked through the door.
"Um, I told you, I was being taunted," Jeni sighed as she stepped back over the glass and opened the door.
"Now now Miss Jenibelle, I was not tauntin' you, I was just provin' my point," Shooter said as Jeni walked out of the bathroom. She heard him, but couldn't see him, his voice echoed through the house.
"Shooter, I just wanna talk," Jeni said, taking the soft side.
"Fine, let's talk then."
"Why are you bothering Mort, all he wants to do is to be left alone, he changed your story, what more do you want?"
"I want just what he wants missy...you," Shooter just popped out from behind the dresser in the balcony-room and moved towards Jeni swiftly and forcibly.
"Shooter, I ain't afraid of you," Jeni said, letting her accent out in full force.
"Ahh, I just love that accent, sweetie," Shooter looked at Jenibelle. "Mort can't help you anymore."
Shooter got closer and closer to Jeni. Jeni opened the dresser drawer and drew her pistol. Shooter was so close to her now. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
He kissed her. Jeni felt overwhelming fear as she placed to pistol to his neck and pulled the trigger. Time stood still. Jeni watched as he fell to the ground and gasped for breath. She looked over him and watched him draw his last breath. Jeni held her breath, just waiting for him to come alive again. She waited for Mort.
After a good 3 1/2 minutes, Jeni knelt down next to Mort. "Mort, I'm so sorry, I am so sorry," Jeni placd her forehead on his. He was still warm. "I know you're in there, Mort."
Mort stirred, the bullet wound healed. The hat fell off of his head. "J-J-Jeni?" He sputtered.
"Mort, oh Mort!" Jeni helped him up then nearly knocked him over again when she hugged him.
"I didn't think it would work."
"At least it is almost over," Jeni said, kissing Mort.
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Short, I know, but it's not over yet. Heh. Next chapter tomorrow. I promise. I'll update around 3 times tomorrow. I might just cut this story short.
/...\- 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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"Jennni, Jeniiibellle," Mort hissed into Jeni's ear, she stirred, but didn't look like she wanted to get up.
"It's too early," Jeni flipped back over.
Jeni began wrestling with him underneath the blankets, they were both entangled. Mort suddenly pushed his head up next to Jeni's, their foreheads touching.
He looked into her eyes, reading them. /This is it.\ "I didn't think this would ever be as good as it is," he said.
Jeni smiled, then kissed him, pushing up against his body and pushing herself on top of him. Mort squirmed underneath her. "No, not now, this is too...not right," Jei awkwardly got up off of the bed and went into the bathroom.
"Oh shit, the bathroom door," Jeni rubbed her forehead than causiously walked on top of the glass to the toilet.
"Jeni, what went on last night? Or the night before for that matter?" Mort asked through the door.
"Um, I told you, I was being taunted," Jeni sighed as she stepped back over the glass and opened the door.
"Now now Miss Jenibelle, I was not tauntin' you, I was just provin' my point," Shooter said as Jeni walked out of the bathroom. She heard him, but couldn't see him, his voice echoed through the house.
"Shooter, I just wanna talk," Jeni said, taking the soft side.
"Fine, let's talk then."
"Why are you bothering Mort, all he wants to do is to be left alone, he changed your story, what more do you want?"
"I want just what he wants missy...you," Shooter just popped out from behind the dresser in the balcony-room and moved towards Jeni swiftly and forcibly.
"Shooter, I ain't afraid of you," Jeni said, letting her accent out in full force.
"Ahh, I just love that accent, sweetie," Shooter looked at Jenibelle. "Mort can't help you anymore."
Shooter got closer and closer to Jeni. Jeni opened the dresser drawer and drew her pistol. Shooter was so close to her now. She could feel his breath on her cheek.
He kissed her. Jeni felt overwhelming fear as she placed to pistol to his neck and pulled the trigger. Time stood still. Jeni watched as he fell to the ground and gasped for breath. She looked over him and watched him draw his last breath. Jeni held her breath, just waiting for him to come alive again. She waited for Mort.
After a good 3 1/2 minutes, Jeni knelt down next to Mort. "Mort, I'm so sorry, I am so sorry," Jeni placd her forehead on his. He was still warm. "I know you're in there, Mort."
Mort stirred, the bullet wound healed. The hat fell off of his head. "J-J-Jeni?" He sputtered.
"Mort, oh Mort!" Jeni helped him up then nearly knocked him over again when she hugged him.
"I didn't think it would work."
"At least it is almost over," Jeni said, kissing Mort.
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Short, I know, but it's not over yet. Heh. Next chapter tomorrow. I promise. I'll update around 3 times tomorrow. I might just cut this story short.