"Terminated"

Work: Secret Window
Character(s): Mort
Category: General
Rating: PG-13

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Morton Rainey sat in his car, barely able to control the anger that was rushing through him. He gritted his teeth and concentrated very hard on the fact that there were bigger problems at hand. Far bigger than the problem that was walking hand in hand not forty feet away.

Ted and Amy. Amy and Ted. His Amy with that meddling son of a bitch.

Mort watched the couple in his side mirror. They walked from the front door of his house down to the car. They were smiling. She was laughing at something he'd just said.

What in the hell had he ever done wrong to make Amy do what she had done? He had loved her so much. So much that he wanted to hurt Ted very badly – the Ted she laughed with and held hands with while he, Mort, sat typing drabble up at his lakeside sanctuary.

They exchanged a quick kiss on the lips before getting into their car, still all smiles. Mort remembered when Amy used to smile at him like that. He remembered with cold eyes her childish delight at finding the secret window in the cabin. And he remembered the feel of her hair, the color of corn and as soft as the wind.

Their car pulled out of the driveway and Mort watched it recede down the street, a shrinking reflection in the mirror. His business would just have to wait. As he watched the car shrink away, Mort's eyes caught the often-ignored words printed on the small mirror: "Objects in mirror are closer than they appear."

How terribly true it was. He'd known so ever since that awful, hateful night six months ago.

How he hated them. Both of them. A turd and a traitor, that's what they were.

So do something about it.

"What? What do I do?"

There are problems to fix. The issue of getting the magazine, for example. There are also certain objects, if you will, which need fixing too.

"Right the wrong. Do what I should have done six months ago."

Exactly.

Mort cracked a small smile as he twisted the key in the ignition. All his problems would be over soon. Ended.

One could even say terminated.

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Comments, anyone? In case anyone's confused, the text in italics is the little creepy insane side of Mort talking to himself. I think that was reasonably self-explanatory, though. Thanks for reading my humble fic!