A/N:
A quick comment to Johnny Depp's # 1 fan: First off, lovely name! ::grins:: But anyway, to explain what you asked me to explain in your review. Sorry if I didn't make myself clear enough, I've been having problems as of late with getting what's in my brain into writing. Here's the deal: In my first authors notes I made the comment that it was going to be slightly supernatural so that I could get Mort out of the movie's ending and it's also alternate universe. (personally I just scan over author's notes unless I have reason to do otherwise – which I've gotten better about lately lol – and that's why I'm rewriting all that) So what I tried to let the readers know through the flashback and a couple comments in the story was that basically Shooter, while he was a part of Mort's subconscious, became tangible... I suppose that's what I'm trying to say. I had a part in the first chapter, " No need to tell her that it was very possible John Shooter was a part of his darker subconscious that had simply worked his way out to a point where he became real physically" that was supposed to reveal that part of the story, but I guess I didn't do it very well. So as it stands now, John Shooter and Mort Rainey are two separate people, even if they were originally part of the same chaotic mind. Does that make any since? If not.... I dunno, I guess just say so and maybe we can discuss it over email or something b/c I'm not sure how I can make my crazy thoughts any clearer than that. Thanks for reviewing!
II
By the time they reached the police station Amy was no longer sobbing, just shaking quietly. She'd glance over at Mort from time to time to see him with his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead of them and his knuckles white from clenching the steering wheel. When he pulled the car up to the police station, they simply sat there for a moment. Sleep would certainly not be coming any time soon that was certain.
"Mort?"
"Hmm?"
"Shouldn't we get out?"
Mort turned his dark eyes towards Amy. She was sitting there, hands clamped together in her lap, eyes fixated on him. He swallowed hard. He had to keep his own nerves under control for just a bit longer.
"Yeah."
They both slowly slid from the car and made their way up the stairs. Amy leaned heavily on Mort, almost as if she were afraid to leave his side. What? She cared if something happened to him? Mort forced a frown away. She's cared a lot more since everything was settled two months ago, a voice reminded him.
She's cared a lot more in the past few minutes since Ted died, he responded silently to the voice in his head.
Dave Newsome was at his desk – needlework in hand – when the two entered. He looked up, waving. "Mort Rainey, how are you?" He paused. "You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost. You too, Mrs.... Amy."
"Apparently Shooter's gotten out." Mort got right to the point.
"I was going to call you about that."
Don't freak out. He's senile, that's all. "Yeah, ya know, if you'd let me know just a bit earlier then maybe Amy and Ted wouldn't have come down and Ted wouldn't have met with an axe Shooter picked up somewhere."
Newsome looked up from whatever he was writing. "What?"
"He killed Ted," Amy sniffed.
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The explanation did little good, Mort was sure. By the end of it all, he felt horrible. He was sure that his fever had risen and his head felt as if it might explode from an oncoming migraine. Of all the timing....
Newsome said he'd send some men out to the lake house to look at the damage done. Shooter would be the prime suspect, more than likely. Mort mentioned that the axe had had his name on it, coming from his storage shed he was sure. Note to self: get rid of all sharp, deadly objects around the lake house. Amy said that she could vouch for her ex's whereabouts from the moment she left the car – Ted thoroughly alive and well – to when she had walked out to find her lover dead.
"I'd suggest you both find some place to stay until tomorrow, pack your things, and get away for a while."
"Where might I ask that we stay?" Mort growled. "It's not like the lake house is safe with him running about."
"There's a motel a ways down," Newsome said thoughtfully.
Flashbacks hit Mort and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the here and now. "Lake house sounds great for me," he mumbled.
"Mort..." Amy began. She motioned for him to follow her out the door for a moment. He did so. "Mort, it's not safe."
"I'm not going to that motel, Amy," Mort answered firmly. "I can't." He paused, running his hands through his hair in an agitated manner. "Listen, if you want to go, fine, I'm sure they'll send a cop with you, but I can't."
"Then can I go to the lake house with you?"
Mort stared at her in surprise. "I guess, if you want. Why?"
Amy glared slightly. "Not everything I do is meant to hurt you, Mort. I'm scared, and I want this to be over, but I don't to be alone. If you were honest to yourself, would you want to be alone now?"
Mort frowned. "No," he said at length. "C'mon. Let's just get back."
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A/N: Sorry, short chapter. Spent all my mind on my attempt at explanation. Hope it was worth it!
A quick comment to Johnny Depp's # 1 fan: First off, lovely name! ::grins:: But anyway, to explain what you asked me to explain in your review. Sorry if I didn't make myself clear enough, I've been having problems as of late with getting what's in my brain into writing. Here's the deal: In my first authors notes I made the comment that it was going to be slightly supernatural so that I could get Mort out of the movie's ending and it's also alternate universe. (personally I just scan over author's notes unless I have reason to do otherwise – which I've gotten better about lately lol – and that's why I'm rewriting all that) So what I tried to let the readers know through the flashback and a couple comments in the story was that basically Shooter, while he was a part of Mort's subconscious, became tangible... I suppose that's what I'm trying to say. I had a part in the first chapter, " No need to tell her that it was very possible John Shooter was a part of his darker subconscious that had simply worked his way out to a point where he became real physically" that was supposed to reveal that part of the story, but I guess I didn't do it very well. So as it stands now, John Shooter and Mort Rainey are two separate people, even if they were originally part of the same chaotic mind. Does that make any since? If not.... I dunno, I guess just say so and maybe we can discuss it over email or something b/c I'm not sure how I can make my crazy thoughts any clearer than that. Thanks for reviewing!
II
By the time they reached the police station Amy was no longer sobbing, just shaking quietly. She'd glance over at Mort from time to time to see him with his eyes fixed firmly on the road ahead of them and his knuckles white from clenching the steering wheel. When he pulled the car up to the police station, they simply sat there for a moment. Sleep would certainly not be coming any time soon that was certain.
"Mort?"
"Hmm?"
"Shouldn't we get out?"
Mort turned his dark eyes towards Amy. She was sitting there, hands clamped together in her lap, eyes fixated on him. He swallowed hard. He had to keep his own nerves under control for just a bit longer.
"Yeah."
They both slowly slid from the car and made their way up the stairs. Amy leaned heavily on Mort, almost as if she were afraid to leave his side. What? She cared if something happened to him? Mort forced a frown away. She's cared a lot more since everything was settled two months ago, a voice reminded him.
She's cared a lot more in the past few minutes since Ted died, he responded silently to the voice in his head.
Dave Newsome was at his desk – needlework in hand – when the two entered. He looked up, waving. "Mort Rainey, how are you?" He paused. "You okay, you look like you've seen a ghost. You too, Mrs.... Amy."
"Apparently Shooter's gotten out." Mort got right to the point.
"I was going to call you about that."
Don't freak out. He's senile, that's all. "Yeah, ya know, if you'd let me know just a bit earlier then maybe Amy and Ted wouldn't have come down and Ted wouldn't have met with an axe Shooter picked up somewhere."
Newsome looked up from whatever he was writing. "What?"
"He killed Ted," Amy sniffed.
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The explanation did little good, Mort was sure. By the end of it all, he felt horrible. He was sure that his fever had risen and his head felt as if it might explode from an oncoming migraine. Of all the timing....
Newsome said he'd send some men out to the lake house to look at the damage done. Shooter would be the prime suspect, more than likely. Mort mentioned that the axe had had his name on it, coming from his storage shed he was sure. Note to self: get rid of all sharp, deadly objects around the lake house. Amy said that she could vouch for her ex's whereabouts from the moment she left the car – Ted thoroughly alive and well – to when she had walked out to find her lover dead.
"I'd suggest you both find some place to stay until tomorrow, pack your things, and get away for a while."
"Where might I ask that we stay?" Mort growled. "It's not like the lake house is safe with him running about."
"There's a motel a ways down," Newsome said thoughtfully.
Flashbacks hit Mort and he closed his eyes, trying to focus on the here and now. "Lake house sounds great for me," he mumbled.
"Mort..." Amy began. She motioned for him to follow her out the door for a moment. He did so. "Mort, it's not safe."
"I'm not going to that motel, Amy," Mort answered firmly. "I can't." He paused, running his hands through his hair in an agitated manner. "Listen, if you want to go, fine, I'm sure they'll send a cop with you, but I can't."
"Then can I go to the lake house with you?"
Mort stared at her in surprise. "I guess, if you want. Why?"
Amy glared slightly. "Not everything I do is meant to hurt you, Mort. I'm scared, and I want this to be over, but I don't to be alone. If you were honest to yourself, would you want to be alone now?"
Mort frowned. "No," he said at length. "C'mon. Let's just get back."
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A/N: Sorry, short chapter. Spent all my mind on my attempt at explanation. Hope it was worth it!