A/N: Again I don't own Secret Window or anything in it. And this is as far as I've actually gotten in one story! I'm really enjoying writing this one so I hope you are too! Enjoying reading it that is! ^_^ Well move on to the next chapter. I really have nothing to warn you about except a killing scene but it doesn't go into much detail. Oh yeah and this entire chapter is still in Mort's POV.
Chapter three: Another death
I bent down to pick up the hat when I heard his voice from behind me. "I'll make a deal with you." he said, that long southern drawl could send chills down anyone's spine. "You do somethin' for me, and I'll see to it that the pretty little girl doesn't ever have to leave this cabin again. What do you say Mr. Rainey?" I stood up and turned around, facing him once again, as I had before. Never in my entire life had I imagined making a deal with someone...but it did have to do with Alana.
"Shit." I muttered to myself, contemplating on whether or not I should agree to this. John Shooter had never been the one to be, as most people would put it, kind. I looked around my home then back at him. I nodded slightly then said, "Alright, I'll do it. What is it that you want?" He laughed a little and I wondered if what he had to say, was what I was hoping.
"Alana's ex-fiance, Kevin Calnary may stop by to have a visit with you. And when he does I want you to get rid of him, but I want Miss Alana there when you do. The Sheriff will find out eventually, if not him then someone else. If they question you, you will tell them that Alana Nalmon shot, and killed, her ex-lover." he chuckled again as he noticed the expression on my face. "Poor missy will be forced to live away from people, as they did with you. And since she has no where to go...she will stay right here, by your side." John walked toward me and I backed up a little, remembering the night I had tried to hurt him with the shovel. "Now you promised me Mort Rainey. Don't you go backin' out of your word 'cause if you do...I will get you back, one way or another." I stepped aside as he snatched his hat out of my hand. "You give my regards to Miss Alana and when I see you again we'll decide what to do next." He walked to his car, climbed in and I watched him drive away.
"Dammit." I said aloud and began to repeat it. "What was I thinking? I can't kill him...Alana would..." I walked to my couch and sat down, taking off my glasses and burying my face in my hands. "I don't know what to do anymore..." I sat like that for a while, or what seemed like a while. It was until I heard another car pull up. I rose to my feet and looked out the window. Much to my relief, it was Alana, carrying in about four paper bags. I felt that I couldn't face her just yet, not until I decided what I was going to do, so I quietly ran upstairs and into my room. I shut the door just as I heard her turning the key and coming inside.
"Mort? Mort where are you? I'm back and ready to make you dinner." I heard Alana yelling as she set the groceries down. "Mort?...Hm...maybe he's asleep..." That's when she began humming. Humming was supposed to be somewhat quiet but I heard it from upstairs. After a few seconds I began to calm down, just hearing her voice brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to tell her everything, I wanted to pour out all the emotions I was holding in, all about John Shooter and the murders. But I knew I couldn't...and I think that's the reason why I began to cry. I had always thought that the only woman I'd ever love was Amy, that I'd never be able to get over her...but I realized I was wrong. I met another woman, someone who seemed to understand me in ways I don't think Amy ever could have. I slowly opened the door, and as a result, her humming became louder. I began to walk down the stairs and she looked up. "Oh hi." she smiled, and I choked back more tears as I neared her. "I hope that I didn't wake you. I bought some stuff to make Chicken Alfredo and..." she looked into my eyes, noticing the way I tried holding my sadness back. "Mort...what's the matter?" The minute she finished her question I could no longer take it. I walked to her and held her in my arms, feeling some tears slide down my cheeks. Alana seemed to be surprised by my actions but slowly began to catch on. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back, and I continued my crying. After a few minutes I pulled away from her, trying to hide my face, hoping she wouldn't see my tears. She looked at me anyway and turned my face to her own. She smiled and I tried smiling back. She wiped underneath my eyes with her thumb and I looked into hers as I heard yet another car pull up. My eyes widened, realizing it may be Kevin.
"I um...I think I forgot something...c-can you get the door?" I said to her, heading up the stairs. I could feel her still watching me as I ran into my room. I pressed my back against the wall as I heard her open the door.
"Kevin?! W-what are you doing--"
"Alana, look I'm really sorry...what I did...it was dumb and I want you back in my life." I heard the bastard say to her, cutting her off. I was hoping she wouldn't take him back...not now...not after I've fallen in love with her. I looked out the doorway a little, seeing that they were still standing at the front door, Alana now turning away.
"Kevin...I can't go back to you. Not after what you've done to me. You expect me to just give up everything I've been doing and...risk our relationship again?" Alana said to him, walking away. A look of anger crossed his face as he walked toward her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to face him. That was the final move...this guy deserved to die. I walked toward my dresser as I heard Alana's voice grow louder. "Kevin, stop it! What are you doing? Let me go!" I opened the drawer, pulled my pistol out and began loading it. I walked out of my room and down the stairs as Kevin began to talk.
"I knew you wouldn't come right away so I'm going to use force. You're coming with me whether you like it or not, bitch." he said pulling her toward the door. Alana looked up and saw me, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. I finally reached the end of the stairs.
"Let her go." was the only thing I said to him. He grinned.
"And what if I don't? You gonna kill me big shot? This is my woman and I have as much right as anyone to take her wherever I like. So get out of here." Kevin said to me, before heading toward the door.
"Make another move and you'll get your wish." I raised the pistol, aiming it at his head. Alana's eyes widened as she saw the gun in my hands. Kevin turned around and smiled at me. His face made me want to hurl and if he said one more thing about either me or Alana I'd shoot him more than once...just to make sure he was dead. He pulled Alana closer to him, close enough for them to kiss and I felt my finger close around the trigger. Four loud shots later, Kevin's lifeless body was on the floor and Alana stared at me, her eyes still wide. From where I was standing it didn't even seem like she was breathing. Her, what used to be, white tank top was now splattered with red blood and the puddle around Kevin's body was growing larger. Finally, Alana breathed and I threw the pistol aside.
"We have to get his body out of here...just in case someone heard that." I said, heading toward it. I swallowed hard and cringed. Seeing someone's dead body was not a pretty sight.
"Mort...do...do you realize what you just did?! You j-just killed someone! W-what are we going to do?" I watched Alana and by the look on her face, could tell she was terrified. She looked down at Kevin's body and covered her mouth, her hand shaking violently. I nodded and began to drag his body out of my house. I decided throwing his body in the lake and letting it sink to the bottom was the best way to get rid of him for good. Alana just stood and watched me as I got the body into the water and come back to the house to clean up the blood stain. That was finally when I think everything sank in for her, because after I had finished my cleaning I looked up...and could tell she had been crying. She hadn't made a sound, but her face was tear-stained and her eyes were red. I watched her for a moment then she walked the few steps to me and into my arms. I held her as she began to cry harder, and I soon felt like shit as I realized the horror that I just had her witness.
"Alana..." I said quietly as she looked up at me. I wanted to turn away from her but something told me to keep eye contact. "...I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me I just--" I was cut off by her finger against my lips. She tried smiling for me but I knew the pain she was going through just by her features.
"I'm sure you had a very good reason...and even if you didn't...it doesn't matter. No one has to know anything about what has happened today...and probably no one ever will. I'll keep my mouth shut if you do the same. Kevin meant nothing to me anyway...the only person I truly care about..." she leaned close to me. "...is you." she finished, before kissing my lips softly. "I admit I'll never forget what happened today but we'll move on." she took my hand in hers and led me to the couch. "As long as we get through it together nothing else matters." she finally said before sitting down beside me. She leaned her head against my shoulder and, after a few minutes, fell asleep. Alana was finally at peace but I don't think I ever will be. I sat there and stared out the window until I, too, dozed off.
A/N: Well another chapter finally done. Let me know what you think as I get to work on Chapter four!
Chapter three: Another death
I bent down to pick up the hat when I heard his voice from behind me. "I'll make a deal with you." he said, that long southern drawl could send chills down anyone's spine. "You do somethin' for me, and I'll see to it that the pretty little girl doesn't ever have to leave this cabin again. What do you say Mr. Rainey?" I stood up and turned around, facing him once again, as I had before. Never in my entire life had I imagined making a deal with someone...but it did have to do with Alana.
"Shit." I muttered to myself, contemplating on whether or not I should agree to this. John Shooter had never been the one to be, as most people would put it, kind. I looked around my home then back at him. I nodded slightly then said, "Alright, I'll do it. What is it that you want?" He laughed a little and I wondered if what he had to say, was what I was hoping.
"Alana's ex-fiance, Kevin Calnary may stop by to have a visit with you. And when he does I want you to get rid of him, but I want Miss Alana there when you do. The Sheriff will find out eventually, if not him then someone else. If they question you, you will tell them that Alana Nalmon shot, and killed, her ex-lover." he chuckled again as he noticed the expression on my face. "Poor missy will be forced to live away from people, as they did with you. And since she has no where to go...she will stay right here, by your side." John walked toward me and I backed up a little, remembering the night I had tried to hurt him with the shovel. "Now you promised me Mort Rainey. Don't you go backin' out of your word 'cause if you do...I will get you back, one way or another." I stepped aside as he snatched his hat out of my hand. "You give my regards to Miss Alana and when I see you again we'll decide what to do next." He walked to his car, climbed in and I watched him drive away.
"Dammit." I said aloud and began to repeat it. "What was I thinking? I can't kill him...Alana would..." I walked to my couch and sat down, taking off my glasses and burying my face in my hands. "I don't know what to do anymore..." I sat like that for a while, or what seemed like a while. It was until I heard another car pull up. I rose to my feet and looked out the window. Much to my relief, it was Alana, carrying in about four paper bags. I felt that I couldn't face her just yet, not until I decided what I was going to do, so I quietly ran upstairs and into my room. I shut the door just as I heard her turning the key and coming inside.
"Mort? Mort where are you? I'm back and ready to make you dinner." I heard Alana yelling as she set the groceries down. "Mort?...Hm...maybe he's asleep..." That's when she began humming. Humming was supposed to be somewhat quiet but I heard it from upstairs. After a few seconds I began to calm down, just hearing her voice brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to tell her everything, I wanted to pour out all the emotions I was holding in, all about John Shooter and the murders. But I knew I couldn't...and I think that's the reason why I began to cry. I had always thought that the only woman I'd ever love was Amy, that I'd never be able to get over her...but I realized I was wrong. I met another woman, someone who seemed to understand me in ways I don't think Amy ever could have. I slowly opened the door, and as a result, her humming became louder. I began to walk down the stairs and she looked up. "Oh hi." she smiled, and I choked back more tears as I neared her. "I hope that I didn't wake you. I bought some stuff to make Chicken Alfredo and..." she looked into my eyes, noticing the way I tried holding my sadness back. "Mort...what's the matter?" The minute she finished her question I could no longer take it. I walked to her and held her in my arms, feeling some tears slide down my cheeks. Alana seemed to be surprised by my actions but slowly began to catch on. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me back, and I continued my crying. After a few minutes I pulled away from her, trying to hide my face, hoping she wouldn't see my tears. She looked at me anyway and turned my face to her own. She smiled and I tried smiling back. She wiped underneath my eyes with her thumb and I looked into hers as I heard yet another car pull up. My eyes widened, realizing it may be Kevin.
"I um...I think I forgot something...c-can you get the door?" I said to her, heading up the stairs. I could feel her still watching me as I ran into my room. I pressed my back against the wall as I heard her open the door.
"Kevin?! W-what are you doing--"
"Alana, look I'm really sorry...what I did...it was dumb and I want you back in my life." I heard the bastard say to her, cutting her off. I was hoping she wouldn't take him back...not now...not after I've fallen in love with her. I looked out the doorway a little, seeing that they were still standing at the front door, Alana now turning away.
"Kevin...I can't go back to you. Not after what you've done to me. You expect me to just give up everything I've been doing and...risk our relationship again?" Alana said to him, walking away. A look of anger crossed his face as he walked toward her and grabbed her wrist, spinning her around to face him. That was the final move...this guy deserved to die. I walked toward my dresser as I heard Alana's voice grow louder. "Kevin, stop it! What are you doing? Let me go!" I opened the drawer, pulled my pistol out and began loading it. I walked out of my room and down the stairs as Kevin began to talk.
"I knew you wouldn't come right away so I'm going to use force. You're coming with me whether you like it or not, bitch." he said pulling her toward the door. Alana looked up and saw me, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. I finally reached the end of the stairs.
"Let her go." was the only thing I said to him. He grinned.
"And what if I don't? You gonna kill me big shot? This is my woman and I have as much right as anyone to take her wherever I like. So get out of here." Kevin said to me, before heading toward the door.
"Make another move and you'll get your wish." I raised the pistol, aiming it at his head. Alana's eyes widened as she saw the gun in my hands. Kevin turned around and smiled at me. His face made me want to hurl and if he said one more thing about either me or Alana I'd shoot him more than once...just to make sure he was dead. He pulled Alana closer to him, close enough for them to kiss and I felt my finger close around the trigger. Four loud shots later, Kevin's lifeless body was on the floor and Alana stared at me, her eyes still wide. From where I was standing it didn't even seem like she was breathing. Her, what used to be, white tank top was now splattered with red blood and the puddle around Kevin's body was growing larger. Finally, Alana breathed and I threw the pistol aside.
"We have to get his body out of here...just in case someone heard that." I said, heading toward it. I swallowed hard and cringed. Seeing someone's dead body was not a pretty sight.
"Mort...do...do you realize what you just did?! You j-just killed someone! W-what are we going to do?" I watched Alana and by the look on her face, could tell she was terrified. She looked down at Kevin's body and covered her mouth, her hand shaking violently. I nodded and began to drag his body out of my house. I decided throwing his body in the lake and letting it sink to the bottom was the best way to get rid of him for good. Alana just stood and watched me as I got the body into the water and come back to the house to clean up the blood stain. That was finally when I think everything sank in for her, because after I had finished my cleaning I looked up...and could tell she had been crying. She hadn't made a sound, but her face was tear-stained and her eyes were red. I watched her for a moment then she walked the few steps to me and into my arms. I held her as she began to cry harder, and I soon felt like shit as I realized the horror that I just had her witness.
"Alana..." I said quietly as she looked up at me. I wanted to turn away from her but something told me to keep eye contact. "...I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me I just--" I was cut off by her finger against my lips. She tried smiling for me but I knew the pain she was going through just by her features.
"I'm sure you had a very good reason...and even if you didn't...it doesn't matter. No one has to know anything about what has happened today...and probably no one ever will. I'll keep my mouth shut if you do the same. Kevin meant nothing to me anyway...the only person I truly care about..." she leaned close to me. "...is you." she finished, before kissing my lips softly. "I admit I'll never forget what happened today but we'll move on." she took my hand in hers and led me to the couch. "As long as we get through it together nothing else matters." she finally said before sitting down beside me. She leaned her head against my shoulder and, after a few minutes, fell asleep. Alana was finally at peace but I don't think I ever will be. I sat there and stared out the window until I, too, dozed off.
A/N: Well another chapter finally done. Let me know what you think as I get to work on Chapter four!