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Chapter 7
Celina woke up earlier than usual the next morning from a bad dream about the man she'd seen yesterday. She got out of her bed and went entered the kitchen still in her pajamas. She made a quick breakfast, the whole time looking over her shoulder, half expecting to see Shooter. She ate as fast as she could and was finishing just as Mort came in and grabbed a plate.
"You're up early." He commented as she hurried past him.
"Ya, well I got to go to town and get some groceries." She said, and practically ran into her room.
She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water slide down her body, and over the cut Shooter had made yesterday. She carefully peeled the crusted blood off the wound and winced from the pain.
When she was done, she walked into her room naked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. She quickly pulled on her black jeans and a tight red shirt t- shirt that accented it. She then put on her black Happy Bunny hoodie that read, 'Not listening' and slipped on her red vans shoes, and headed out the door. She made it to the front door, but was stopped by Mort.
"How long are you going to be gone?" He asked.
"Not very," She answered and smiled, "I'll be back early enough to finish my cleaning." She was out the door before Mort could answer.
She bought the groceries needed like she had promised Mort, but before she went home; she had one stop to make. She parked in the parking lot and casually strolled into the gun shop, trying not to be noticed. She was used to being stared at, but people would really begin to worry if they caught her in here. She pretended to look around until she was sure the little shop was empty of any other customers. She then walked up to the counter and rang the small bell to get someone's attention.
"Can I help you?" Asked the tall, blonde man who appeared out of nowhere behind the counter. He looked about nineteen years old, and Celina couldn't' help but notice he was really cute, not hot, but cute.
"Um, yes, I'm looking for a reliable hand gun." She said looking straight into his icy blue eyes.
"Did you have a certain one in mind?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Well, no, but I'll just take that one." She said, pointing to a small pistol behind the glass.
He turned leaned in to see which one it was and smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth, "Sure, can I see your license?"
Celina pulled it out and showed it to him. She had always had a license to carry a gun, but she'd never needed to.
"Alright, please wait a minute." He said and turned around and went through a small door that read, 'employees only'. He returned what seemed like hours later, carrying a box, which she assumed was the gun she'd pointed out.
"That'll be $63.50, please." He said, once again showing off his beautiful smile.
She quickly handed him the money, took the box and walked out. It wasn't like she didn't trust that Mort had a plan, she just wanted a back-up plan. She slipped in her car and began the long, lonely ride back to Mort's cabin.
Mort's P.O.V
Mort had noticed that Celina had been acting a little strange, but he'd just shaken the thought out of his mind. He waited upstairs for Shooter to call. He was sure Shooter would call. That was Shooter's style. He would call...
'And if he doesn't?' asked the oh-so-familiar voice in his head.
"Oh, he'll call." Mort said aloud to himself, sarcastically.
He waited for another hour and had begun to doubt his perspective of the situation, when the phone rang. He nearly jumped out of his chair as the ring echoed in the empty house. He grabbed the receiver with such anticipation that the entire phone almost fell off the table.
"Hello?" He asked.
It seemed to take hours before a huge disappointment was laid upon him, "Hello, Mr. Rainey?" it was the sheriff. "You okay? You sound excited."
"I'm fine," Mort insisted, "what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, but when we met the other day; we skipped some of the questions I had to ask you. Could you run by my office as soon as you can?"
"Sure." Mort said, disappointed, and hung up.
He couldn't handle being in the house any longer, so he ran down the stairs, and scribbled a little note to Celina and ran out into the cold, sunny afternoon, and took off in his car.
Celina's P.O.V
Celina pulled in the driveway and noticed Mort wasn't home, "Shit." She said aloud. She hadn't wanted to explain the fact to Mort that she'd bought a gun but she also didn't want to be alone.
She slowly walked into the empty house, looking over her shoulder every so often. She checked every room in the house, and finally found a little note scrawled on the kitchen counter. It read:
"Celina- went to sheriffs to answer questions. Be back later." Love Mort
"Shit." She said again. She had no idea of when "later" was. She took one last look behind her shoulder and walked back into the living room to lock the front door. It was wide open. She rushed over to it and shut it, and her stomach dropped. She hadn't left it open. She glanced around the room. She heard something move upstairs. And she had left the gun in the car, and her keys upstairs during her search.
'You should just run out to the car, hot wire it, and go back to town.' Her common sense told her. But her more ignorant side took over, 'Come, on. Did you hear anyone come in?' the other part of her asked.
She decided to go with her ignorance and trudged up the stairs, each creak seeming louder than the last. She made her way up to Mort's office area. Seeing nothing, she grabbed her keys, glanced in the bedroom. It and the bathroom were empty. Sighing with relief, she walked back down into the living room. When she looked at the front door, her heart almost stopped. It was wide open again. Her breath became slow and shaky as she looked around.
'Whoever it was is gone now.' She thought, hoping she was right.
She decided to go for it. She sprinted out the door and made her way past the porch into the driveway. Then she saw, leaning on the front of her car, was John Shooter, a shovel lazily grasped in his left hand. She screamed, but it was too late. He took two long strides toward her, and before she could react, he swung the shovel, hitting her squarely in the side of the head. She crumpled to the ground, and saw him kneel down next to her before darkness swallowed her.
A/N: Well, what'd ya think? I'm going for about three or four more chapters, just to let you know. So keep reviewing! Thanks!
Chapter 7
Celina woke up earlier than usual the next morning from a bad dream about the man she'd seen yesterday. She got out of her bed and went entered the kitchen still in her pajamas. She made a quick breakfast, the whole time looking over her shoulder, half expecting to see Shooter. She ate as fast as she could and was finishing just as Mort came in and grabbed a plate.
"You're up early." He commented as she hurried past him.
"Ya, well I got to go to town and get some groceries." She said, and practically ran into her room.
She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water slide down her body, and over the cut Shooter had made yesterday. She carefully peeled the crusted blood off the wound and winced from the pain.
When she was done, she walked into her room naked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. She quickly pulled on her black jeans and a tight red shirt t- shirt that accented it. She then put on her black Happy Bunny hoodie that read, 'Not listening' and slipped on her red vans shoes, and headed out the door. She made it to the front door, but was stopped by Mort.
"How long are you going to be gone?" He asked.
"Not very," She answered and smiled, "I'll be back early enough to finish my cleaning." She was out the door before Mort could answer.
She bought the groceries needed like she had promised Mort, but before she went home; she had one stop to make. She parked in the parking lot and casually strolled into the gun shop, trying not to be noticed. She was used to being stared at, but people would really begin to worry if they caught her in here. She pretended to look around until she was sure the little shop was empty of any other customers. She then walked up to the counter and rang the small bell to get someone's attention.
"Can I help you?" Asked the tall, blonde man who appeared out of nowhere behind the counter. He looked about nineteen years old, and Celina couldn't' help but notice he was really cute, not hot, but cute.
"Um, yes, I'm looking for a reliable hand gun." She said looking straight into his icy blue eyes.
"Did you have a certain one in mind?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.
"Well, no, but I'll just take that one." She said, pointing to a small pistol behind the glass.
He turned leaned in to see which one it was and smiled, showing off his pearly white teeth, "Sure, can I see your license?"
Celina pulled it out and showed it to him. She had always had a license to carry a gun, but she'd never needed to.
"Alright, please wait a minute." He said and turned around and went through a small door that read, 'employees only'. He returned what seemed like hours later, carrying a box, which she assumed was the gun she'd pointed out.
"That'll be $63.50, please." He said, once again showing off his beautiful smile.
She quickly handed him the money, took the box and walked out. It wasn't like she didn't trust that Mort had a plan, she just wanted a back-up plan. She slipped in her car and began the long, lonely ride back to Mort's cabin.
Mort's P.O.V
Mort had noticed that Celina had been acting a little strange, but he'd just shaken the thought out of his mind. He waited upstairs for Shooter to call. He was sure Shooter would call. That was Shooter's style. He would call...
'And if he doesn't?' asked the oh-so-familiar voice in his head.
"Oh, he'll call." Mort said aloud to himself, sarcastically.
He waited for another hour and had begun to doubt his perspective of the situation, when the phone rang. He nearly jumped out of his chair as the ring echoed in the empty house. He grabbed the receiver with such anticipation that the entire phone almost fell off the table.
"Hello?" He asked.
It seemed to take hours before a huge disappointment was laid upon him, "Hello, Mr. Rainey?" it was the sheriff. "You okay? You sound excited."
"I'm fine," Mort insisted, "what's wrong?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, but when we met the other day; we skipped some of the questions I had to ask you. Could you run by my office as soon as you can?"
"Sure." Mort said, disappointed, and hung up.
He couldn't handle being in the house any longer, so he ran down the stairs, and scribbled a little note to Celina and ran out into the cold, sunny afternoon, and took off in his car.
Celina's P.O.V
Celina pulled in the driveway and noticed Mort wasn't home, "Shit." She said aloud. She hadn't wanted to explain the fact to Mort that she'd bought a gun but she also didn't want to be alone.
She slowly walked into the empty house, looking over her shoulder every so often. She checked every room in the house, and finally found a little note scrawled on the kitchen counter. It read:
"Celina- went to sheriffs to answer questions. Be back later." Love Mort
"Shit." She said again. She had no idea of when "later" was. She took one last look behind her shoulder and walked back into the living room to lock the front door. It was wide open. She rushed over to it and shut it, and her stomach dropped. She hadn't left it open. She glanced around the room. She heard something move upstairs. And she had left the gun in the car, and her keys upstairs during her search.
'You should just run out to the car, hot wire it, and go back to town.' Her common sense told her. But her more ignorant side took over, 'Come, on. Did you hear anyone come in?' the other part of her asked.
She decided to go with her ignorance and trudged up the stairs, each creak seeming louder than the last. She made her way up to Mort's office area. Seeing nothing, she grabbed her keys, glanced in the bedroom. It and the bathroom were empty. Sighing with relief, she walked back down into the living room. When she looked at the front door, her heart almost stopped. It was wide open again. Her breath became slow and shaky as she looked around.
'Whoever it was is gone now.' She thought, hoping she was right.
She decided to go for it. She sprinted out the door and made her way past the porch into the driveway. Then she saw, leaning on the front of her car, was John Shooter, a shovel lazily grasped in his left hand. She screamed, but it was too late. He took two long strides toward her, and before she could react, he swung the shovel, hitting her squarely in the side of the head. She crumpled to the ground, and saw him kneel down next to her before darkness swallowed her.
A/N: Well, what'd ya think? I'm going for about three or four more chapters, just to let you know. So keep reviewing! Thanks!