Author's Note: Heya! Thanks for all the review, I owe ya one!
Chapter 8
Mort returned home a little later than he'd told Celina, and when he'd left he hadn't been thinking about Shooter, so he was a little worried when he arrived. He ran inside and immediately noticed the door was open. He silently cursed and called for Celina.
"Celina!" He yelled. There was no sign of a struggle so he checked out back. Celina was gone. He went back out front to wear her car was, and saw something he hadn't seen before. It was his shovel. It was lying on the ground in front of Celina's car. He bent down to get a closer look. There was a small spot of blood on it. Mort fell backwards and felt like throwing up. He knew; he could feel it all over him. She was dead. He knew it.
Celina's P.O.V
Celina awoke with a pain in her head. Her vision was blurry, so she blinked a few times to get a better look of where she was. It was a small, dimly lit room, with a small staircase in the corner going up. She lay on a small, musty mattress that smelled old. She tried to sit up but the pain in her head grew much more intense and she groaned with pain as she got up. She cracked her neck and looked a little closer at her surroundings. Besides the bed, the room was empty, and noticing a small window on the other side of the room she walked slowly over to it, ignoring the knot in her neck. She opened the drapes and the room flooded with a golden hue. She adjusted her eyes to the light and looked out. Her breath became quicker and more nervous. There was absolutely nothing, with the exception of a few hundred trees that surrounded the small building. She looked as far as she could, but her vision was cut short by more trees. She tried to open the window, but it wouldn't budge, and she didn't have the strength to try and break it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down. She ran to the staircase and looked up. She saw and heard nothing. The door at the top was closed and she quietly tried to open it, but it was locked.
"Shit," she whispered, and pressed her ear to the door, but heard nothing. She walked back down to the mattress, and the sight of it made sleepiness wash over her. She laid down on it and fell asleep immediately.
Mort's P.O.V
After Mort had found the shovel, he stayed sitting on the gravel. He was no longer crying, but instead was deep in thought. He thought about how Shooter could be alive. How Celina could see him. He thought about this very hard, asking himself questions that he didn't have answers to.
His mind was snapped out of his trance by a familiar, cool voice, "Well hello, Mr. Rainey." It was Shooter.
Mort was suddenly flushed with anger, "What the fuck did you do to her?" Mort whispered.
Shooter kneeled down to where Mort was, "I didn't hurt her. She was givin' me trouble; I had to get her under control." He said innocently.
"Where is she?!" Mort was yelling at him now, angrier than ever.
"Why, there's no need to yell, Mr. Rainey," Shooter said simply, "But if you must know, she's safe at my house."
Mort stood up, as did Shooter, "Why did you take her?"
"You wouldn't listen to me, and you obviously don't know what's good for yourself." Shooter answered.
"How can she see you?" Mort asked.
Shooter thought for a moment, but instead of answering, said, "The reason I didn't kill her was because I'm goin' to give you another chance."
"Wow, how generous of you." Mort said sarcastically.
Ignoring his comment, Shooter said, "I need your word by tomorrow that you'll get rid of her," he turned around and started to walk away, "Tomorrow at noon."
Mort clenched his fists and knew he had to do something.
Celina's P.O.V
Celina awoke sharply by the sound of a slammed door upstairs. Suddenly, she remembered where she was, and sat up. She heard someone walking upstairs and toward the basement door. She quickly lay back down and pretended to be asleep as the door opened. She heard heavy footsteps walk slowly toward her bed. She opened her eyes a crack and saw a blurry figure of John Shooter. He stopped in front of her mattress and looked at her for a moment before setting something on the floor next to the bed. He took one last glance before leaving.
She waited until the door was shut before getting up and peeking over the side of the bed. It was a small tray with broth and a glass of water. Seeing the broth made her realize how hungry she was. She grabbed the bowl and drank it in one gulp, not caring if it was poisoned or not. After finishing it and the water, she became very tired again. She fell asleep before she could think another thought.
A/N: So, did you like it? I hope I got Shooter's character down, same with Mort's. But anyway, please review.
Chapter 8
Mort returned home a little later than he'd told Celina, and when he'd left he hadn't been thinking about Shooter, so he was a little worried when he arrived. He ran inside and immediately noticed the door was open. He silently cursed and called for Celina.
"Celina!" He yelled. There was no sign of a struggle so he checked out back. Celina was gone. He went back out front to wear her car was, and saw something he hadn't seen before. It was his shovel. It was lying on the ground in front of Celina's car. He bent down to get a closer look. There was a small spot of blood on it. Mort fell backwards and felt like throwing up. He knew; he could feel it all over him. She was dead. He knew it.
Celina's P.O.V
Celina awoke with a pain in her head. Her vision was blurry, so she blinked a few times to get a better look of where she was. It was a small, dimly lit room, with a small staircase in the corner going up. She lay on a small, musty mattress that smelled old. She tried to sit up but the pain in her head grew much more intense and she groaned with pain as she got up. She cracked her neck and looked a little closer at her surroundings. Besides the bed, the room was empty, and noticing a small window on the other side of the room she walked slowly over to it, ignoring the knot in her neck. She opened the drapes and the room flooded with a golden hue. She adjusted her eyes to the light and looked out. Her breath became quicker and more nervous. There was absolutely nothing, with the exception of a few hundred trees that surrounded the small building. She looked as far as she could, but her vision was cut short by more trees. She tried to open the window, but it wouldn't budge, and she didn't have the strength to try and break it. She took deep breaths, trying to calm down. She ran to the staircase and looked up. She saw and heard nothing. The door at the top was closed and she quietly tried to open it, but it was locked.
"Shit," she whispered, and pressed her ear to the door, but heard nothing. She walked back down to the mattress, and the sight of it made sleepiness wash over her. She laid down on it and fell asleep immediately.
Mort's P.O.V
After Mort had found the shovel, he stayed sitting on the gravel. He was no longer crying, but instead was deep in thought. He thought about how Shooter could be alive. How Celina could see him. He thought about this very hard, asking himself questions that he didn't have answers to.
His mind was snapped out of his trance by a familiar, cool voice, "Well hello, Mr. Rainey." It was Shooter.
Mort was suddenly flushed with anger, "What the fuck did you do to her?" Mort whispered.
Shooter kneeled down to where Mort was, "I didn't hurt her. She was givin' me trouble; I had to get her under control." He said innocently.
"Where is she?!" Mort was yelling at him now, angrier than ever.
"Why, there's no need to yell, Mr. Rainey," Shooter said simply, "But if you must know, she's safe at my house."
Mort stood up, as did Shooter, "Why did you take her?"
"You wouldn't listen to me, and you obviously don't know what's good for yourself." Shooter answered.
"How can she see you?" Mort asked.
Shooter thought for a moment, but instead of answering, said, "The reason I didn't kill her was because I'm goin' to give you another chance."
"Wow, how generous of you." Mort said sarcastically.
Ignoring his comment, Shooter said, "I need your word by tomorrow that you'll get rid of her," he turned around and started to walk away, "Tomorrow at noon."
Mort clenched his fists and knew he had to do something.
Celina's P.O.V
Celina awoke sharply by the sound of a slammed door upstairs. Suddenly, she remembered where she was, and sat up. She heard someone walking upstairs and toward the basement door. She quickly lay back down and pretended to be asleep as the door opened. She heard heavy footsteps walk slowly toward her bed. She opened her eyes a crack and saw a blurry figure of John Shooter. He stopped in front of her mattress and looked at her for a moment before setting something on the floor next to the bed. He took one last glance before leaving.
She waited until the door was shut before getting up and peeking over the side of the bed. It was a small tray with broth and a glass of water. Seeing the broth made her realize how hungry she was. She grabbed the bowl and drank it in one gulp, not caring if it was poisoned or not. After finishing it and the water, she became very tired again. She fell asleep before she could think another thought.
A/N: So, did you like it? I hope I got Shooter's character down, same with Mort's. But anyway, please review.