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Chapter 6
"Hello, ma'am," Celina instantly noticed he had a calm, very southern style voice, "the name's John Shooter." He held out hand, and Celina hesitated before taking it in hers and shaking it.
"I assume you're Miss Woods?" He asked.
Celina started to get nervous, "Yes, I am."
He showed her a crooked grin as he said, "Good."
She didn't like the sound of that, so she started to shut the door, but was cut off when he pushed it back inward at her in one swift movement. She was pushed backward into the couch and recovered from her shock just in time to whirl out of the way of when he tried to strike her with a pair of scissors he must have had behind his back. She let out a yelp of surprise and headed for the nearest escape, the stairs.
She hadn't made it up two steps when she felt his hand clasp her shoulder and try and pull her back, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" she managed to scream at him and she elbowed as hard as she could in the stomach. She felt him recoil from the pain and let go of her, and she took the chance to race the remaining steps up the stairs. It wasn't long before he recovered, though, because she could hear his footsteps pounding up the stairs trying to catch up to her. She did a sharp turn into Mort's bedroom and slammed the door. She quietly cursed as she realized there was no lock on the door, so she held as he started banging on it. Then, without warning, the pounding stopped. Celina hoped he couldn't hear her pounding heartbeat in the sudden silence. Without letting go of the door, she looked around the room for something, anything, to block the door. Spotting a chair next to the closet, she reached over and grabbed it, praying under her breath.
She propped it underneath the knob and hoped it would work like it did in the movies. The knob slowly turned again, but the chair held it shut.
"Yes." She whispered, and looked about the room for an escape. The patience of the man behind the door was running low as the consistency of the knock increased.
"I'm 'bout done fussin' with you, girl!" He told her. Luckily, Celina spotted the window above Mort's bed. She could jump out the window.
'It might be a nasty fall,' she thought, but hearing the man's threats made her even more desperate. She climbed up on the bed, and tried the window. It wouldn't budge. She looked for a lock. There wasn't one.
"Shit." She said aloud, and she started hitting the window, and she started to cry without knowing.
The man, Shooter, finally got through the door, and burst in. He smiled as he saw her useless attempts to break the window. When she realized she was in the room, she spun around and stared at him, wide eyed. She desperately looked around the room for an escape. Her gaze fell on the bathroom, and the sharp pieces of glass that lay about the mirror Mort neglected to fix. But Shooter's eyes followed hers and as if reading her mind, he stepped in front of the bed, across from her so in an instant, he could be in between her and the bathroom, or her and the door. She looked disappointed, and Shooter was pleased and decided to let her make the first move.
Celina thought for a moment, and made a decision. She faked left, and Shooter fell for it, immediately trying to get in between her and the bathroom. But she jumped off the right side of the bed and sprinted out the bedroom door. He was just as fast as her, though. In an instant, he was after her. On her way down the stairs, she felt the scissors scrape across her midriff, and blood trickle down her side.
Her breath quickened as she headed for the front door and yelped with triumph as she saw Mort pull up in the driveway. She ran down the porch and to his car. She heard a door slam and looked back. Shooter had gone out the back door, aware that Mort had come back.
"What's wrong?" Mort asked confused at the look on Celina's face.
"Th-there was a guy." She said, and she could feel the sweat mix with the blood and it stung, "He tried to kill me!" she started to become hysterical, but not caring.
Mort was suddenly very alert, "Who, what did he look like? What happened?" he suddenly remembered Shooter. Before Celina had a chance to reply Mort helped her back into the house, and sat her back down on the couch, and went around the house, worried Shooter was still there, hiding.
After locking all the doors and windows, Mort sat down next to Celina and tried to calm her down, placing a hand on her fevered cheek.
"Okay, what happened?" Mort asked calmly.
Celina took a deep breath, "There was this guy at the door," she paused, trying to remember, "he was really tall, he had, like, black hair and a big hat." She seemed to recoil at the memory.
Mort knew it had been Shooter, but how had she seen him? "What happened?"
"He chased me up the stairs, and tried to kill me with scissors, and then I ran back down the stairs, and you came so he left." She suddenly wondered why Shooter had left just because Mort had come home. He could have just killed them both.
Mort decided to tell her the truth; "Celina, I've got to tell you something..." he told her everything, from the first encounter with Shooter, to when he realized Shooter only existed in his mind, and Shooter killed Amy.
Through the whole story Celina sat staring at Mort, her mouth wide open. When he was done, she spoke, "Then if he only exists in your mind, how did I see him?" she was clearly freaked out.
"I don't know." Mort said quietly.
"And what does he want with me?" She asked.
"He apparently thinks you aren't right for me, so considering how he tried to stab you with scissors, I'd say he wants to, well murder you." Mort said.
"Well if we can't go to the police, what do we do?" she asked, looking into Mort's big brown eyes.
"I'm not sure. I'll wait and talk to him next time he calls." Mort said thoughtfully.
"What if he doesn't call?" She asked, doubtfully.
"He will." He tried to reassure her.
"I think I'll go into town tomorrow, to uh, get some groceries." She said getting up and going into her room. 'And I'll get something else while I'm in town, too.' She thought, as she slipped under the covers of her bed. She heard Mort go upstairs, and fell asleep to the rhythmic sounds of his typing overhead.
A/N: Heya! So what did you think? Please let me know! If I don't get any reviews I'm not writing the next chapter! *smiles playfully* and the next chapter is GOOD. Celina buys a...and Shooter... If you want to know, review. Thanks!
Chapter 6
"Hello, ma'am," Celina instantly noticed he had a calm, very southern style voice, "the name's John Shooter." He held out hand, and Celina hesitated before taking it in hers and shaking it.
"I assume you're Miss Woods?" He asked.
Celina started to get nervous, "Yes, I am."
He showed her a crooked grin as he said, "Good."
She didn't like the sound of that, so she started to shut the door, but was cut off when he pushed it back inward at her in one swift movement. She was pushed backward into the couch and recovered from her shock just in time to whirl out of the way of when he tried to strike her with a pair of scissors he must have had behind his back. She let out a yelp of surprise and headed for the nearest escape, the stairs.
She hadn't made it up two steps when she felt his hand clasp her shoulder and try and pull her back, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" she managed to scream at him and she elbowed as hard as she could in the stomach. She felt him recoil from the pain and let go of her, and she took the chance to race the remaining steps up the stairs. It wasn't long before he recovered, though, because she could hear his footsteps pounding up the stairs trying to catch up to her. She did a sharp turn into Mort's bedroom and slammed the door. She quietly cursed as she realized there was no lock on the door, so she held as he started banging on it. Then, without warning, the pounding stopped. Celina hoped he couldn't hear her pounding heartbeat in the sudden silence. Without letting go of the door, she looked around the room for something, anything, to block the door. Spotting a chair next to the closet, she reached over and grabbed it, praying under her breath.
She propped it underneath the knob and hoped it would work like it did in the movies. The knob slowly turned again, but the chair held it shut.
"Yes." She whispered, and looked about the room for an escape. The patience of the man behind the door was running low as the consistency of the knock increased.
"I'm 'bout done fussin' with you, girl!" He told her. Luckily, Celina spotted the window above Mort's bed. She could jump out the window.
'It might be a nasty fall,' she thought, but hearing the man's threats made her even more desperate. She climbed up on the bed, and tried the window. It wouldn't budge. She looked for a lock. There wasn't one.
"Shit." She said aloud, and she started hitting the window, and she started to cry without knowing.
The man, Shooter, finally got through the door, and burst in. He smiled as he saw her useless attempts to break the window. When she realized she was in the room, she spun around and stared at him, wide eyed. She desperately looked around the room for an escape. Her gaze fell on the bathroom, and the sharp pieces of glass that lay about the mirror Mort neglected to fix. But Shooter's eyes followed hers and as if reading her mind, he stepped in front of the bed, across from her so in an instant, he could be in between her and the bathroom, or her and the door. She looked disappointed, and Shooter was pleased and decided to let her make the first move.
Celina thought for a moment, and made a decision. She faked left, and Shooter fell for it, immediately trying to get in between her and the bathroom. But she jumped off the right side of the bed and sprinted out the bedroom door. He was just as fast as her, though. In an instant, he was after her. On her way down the stairs, she felt the scissors scrape across her midriff, and blood trickle down her side.
Her breath quickened as she headed for the front door and yelped with triumph as she saw Mort pull up in the driveway. She ran down the porch and to his car. She heard a door slam and looked back. Shooter had gone out the back door, aware that Mort had come back.
"What's wrong?" Mort asked confused at the look on Celina's face.
"Th-there was a guy." She said, and she could feel the sweat mix with the blood and it stung, "He tried to kill me!" she started to become hysterical, but not caring.
Mort was suddenly very alert, "Who, what did he look like? What happened?" he suddenly remembered Shooter. Before Celina had a chance to reply Mort helped her back into the house, and sat her back down on the couch, and went around the house, worried Shooter was still there, hiding.
After locking all the doors and windows, Mort sat down next to Celina and tried to calm her down, placing a hand on her fevered cheek.
"Okay, what happened?" Mort asked calmly.
Celina took a deep breath, "There was this guy at the door," she paused, trying to remember, "he was really tall, he had, like, black hair and a big hat." She seemed to recoil at the memory.
Mort knew it had been Shooter, but how had she seen him? "What happened?"
"He chased me up the stairs, and tried to kill me with scissors, and then I ran back down the stairs, and you came so he left." She suddenly wondered why Shooter had left just because Mort had come home. He could have just killed them both.
Mort decided to tell her the truth; "Celina, I've got to tell you something..." he told her everything, from the first encounter with Shooter, to when he realized Shooter only existed in his mind, and Shooter killed Amy.
Through the whole story Celina sat staring at Mort, her mouth wide open. When he was done, she spoke, "Then if he only exists in your mind, how did I see him?" she was clearly freaked out.
"I don't know." Mort said quietly.
"And what does he want with me?" She asked.
"He apparently thinks you aren't right for me, so considering how he tried to stab you with scissors, I'd say he wants to, well murder you." Mort said.
"Well if we can't go to the police, what do we do?" she asked, looking into Mort's big brown eyes.
"I'm not sure. I'll wait and talk to him next time he calls." Mort said thoughtfully.
"What if he doesn't call?" She asked, doubtfully.
"He will." He tried to reassure her.
"I think I'll go into town tomorrow, to uh, get some groceries." She said getting up and going into her room. 'And I'll get something else while I'm in town, too.' She thought, as she slipped under the covers of her bed. She heard Mort go upstairs, and fell asleep to the rhythmic sounds of his typing overhead.
A/N: Heya! So what did you think? Please let me know! If I don't get any reviews I'm not writing the next chapter! *smiles playfully* and the next chapter is GOOD. Celina buys a...and Shooter... If you want to know, review. Thanks!