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Chapter Three: You're Not Here
At St. Lucius Asylum, Mort was sitting in his room, thinking about Jennifer.
I'm surprised I forgot about her. My only child. She's back in Riverdale for a while, anyway. She didn't seem angry anymore, which was good.
I didn't know you had a daughter, Mr. Rainey.
That voice. Mort knew that voice all too well.
I didn't hear that. Shooter is not real. He's imaginary. I am getting better. Shooter is never coming back. Mort started silently chanting what Dr. Kravitz had taught him.
Dr. Kravitz was his shrink or "specialist" as they liked to be called at St. Lucius. It seemed to work, since he didn't hear from him again that night.
Meanwhile, Jennifer was taking a bath in her hotel room, when she heard a Southern accent drawl, Mr. Rainey never told me he had a daughter.
Jennifer looked wildly around the room and didn't see anyone.
"W-who's there?" she called.
You can't see me. I'm in your head, Miss Rainey. My name's John Shooter.
"Shooter? I can't be talking to you, you're not real," Jennifer said, very confused.
Maybe I am, and maybe I'm not. That don't matter. What matters is I was supposed to kill everyone, yet here you are, Miss Rainey. Now, what should I do about that?
Without telling it to, Jennifer's hand twitched.
"Do? Go away and leave me the heck alone, that's what you should do. I'm not going to end up in the nuthouse like dad. I don't deal too well with intimidation, so you better leave before I get a screwdriver and adjust your arse out," said Jennifer.
Fine. I have a friend at St. Lucius who I need to talk to.
"Don't you go near my father, Shooter, or whoever you are," yelled Jennifer.
If Shooter was still there, he gave no answer.
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A/N: So, the plot thickens. What will happen next? Find out in chapter four coming ASAP. Review!