a.n. Yippee! I've written a new chapter. Its a little bit gory though, and
if you're an animal lover, don't read it, you don't miss out on much, but
it is a good chapter. I wrote this sitting in a revision lesson at school
today, and my friend was also writing a rather interesting story (lol
dani!) but I doubt she'll be publishing it on the internet haha! Soooooo,
R&R, and please don't hate me for it!
Chapter 3 – Seriously
Mort regained consciousness and wiped his hand across his face. Some of the 'red paint' was smeared on his hand. His face was covered in it. He looked up to see what had made him faint before, and it was all he could do not to vomit. What was hanging above the door made him feel quite ill. Suspended in the air by a rope tied around his neck was Choci. The sight was terrible. His stomach had been slashed and his guts were tied around his legs. Pinned to his foot was a letter written in blood. Well, there was enough blood to write an essay, let alone a letter. "That's not very nice." Said Mort, feeling queasy.
He slowly got up and tried to read the note without touching the poor dog. Koda was whimpering and Mort stroked him to console him. He thought it must have been terrible to see a loved one dead, let alone in the state Choci's body was in, although he had a funny feeling he had before, but he couldn't quite figure out who or where.
Mort. Are you going to take me seriously now?
Read the dripping red letters. The 'stalker' was right, it was serious now. What should he do now? Well, he couldn't just leave the puppy hanging there, could he? Biting his lip, he cut the string with his penknife and let the small body fall into his hands. He cradled it, letting the blood seep into his cream shirt.
"Poor little thing." He whispered, before grabbing his shovel and digging a hole in the ground, where his old corn plants used to grow. He allowed Koda to say his goodbyes before dropping the tiny carcass into the ground. He just filled in the hole with lose soil, when he saw a red nail in the ground. Curiously, he pulled it, and a hand followed the nail. Mort screamed and ran into his bathroom, letting his breakfast slide out of his throat and into the toilet bowl. He ran to his phone and frantically dialled the number of the sheriff. He tried to compose himself whilst the phone rang. The phone was answered. "Hello? Yeah, it's Mort, Morton Rainey? I erm, need someone to come round. I've just found a hand in my garden. And now, I'm being stalked too." "Are you finally facing up to what you did, Mort? Are you ready to confess?" asked the sheriff. "Confess to what? I haven't done anything. Seriously, there's a hand my soil, and I think it might be attached to a body." "Mr Rainey, we can come round, but I can assure you you'll be leaving in handcuffs." "I don't understand, sheriff. There is a body in my garden." Protested Mort. "OK, I'll be round soon." The sheriff finished, reluctantly.
a.n. yay chapter three over. I hope I didn't offend anyone. More coming soon.
Chapter 3 – Seriously
Mort regained consciousness and wiped his hand across his face. Some of the 'red paint' was smeared on his hand. His face was covered in it. He looked up to see what had made him faint before, and it was all he could do not to vomit. What was hanging above the door made him feel quite ill. Suspended in the air by a rope tied around his neck was Choci. The sight was terrible. His stomach had been slashed and his guts were tied around his legs. Pinned to his foot was a letter written in blood. Well, there was enough blood to write an essay, let alone a letter. "That's not very nice." Said Mort, feeling queasy.
He slowly got up and tried to read the note without touching the poor dog. Koda was whimpering and Mort stroked him to console him. He thought it must have been terrible to see a loved one dead, let alone in the state Choci's body was in, although he had a funny feeling he had before, but he couldn't quite figure out who or where.
Mort. Are you going to take me seriously now?
Read the dripping red letters. The 'stalker' was right, it was serious now. What should he do now? Well, he couldn't just leave the puppy hanging there, could he? Biting his lip, he cut the string with his penknife and let the small body fall into his hands. He cradled it, letting the blood seep into his cream shirt.
"Poor little thing." He whispered, before grabbing his shovel and digging a hole in the ground, where his old corn plants used to grow. He allowed Koda to say his goodbyes before dropping the tiny carcass into the ground. He just filled in the hole with lose soil, when he saw a red nail in the ground. Curiously, he pulled it, and a hand followed the nail. Mort screamed and ran into his bathroom, letting his breakfast slide out of his throat and into the toilet bowl. He ran to his phone and frantically dialled the number of the sheriff. He tried to compose himself whilst the phone rang. The phone was answered. "Hello? Yeah, it's Mort, Morton Rainey? I erm, need someone to come round. I've just found a hand in my garden. And now, I'm being stalked too." "Are you finally facing up to what you did, Mort? Are you ready to confess?" asked the sheriff. "Confess to what? I haven't done anything. Seriously, there's a hand my soil, and I think it might be attached to a body." "Mr Rainey, we can come round, but I can assure you you'll be leaving in handcuffs." "I don't understand, sheriff. There is a body in my garden." Protested Mort. "OK, I'll be round soon." The sheriff finished, reluctantly.
a.n. yay chapter three over. I hope I didn't offend anyone. More coming soon.