A.N: I'm so sorry you guys! I haven't updated in forever! I'm sorry. Well, to make up for it is the final chapter to The Nightmare Reopened...
Chapter 11
Mort must have passed out, because he awoke in his living room on his favorite couch with a throbbing headache.
Suddenly remembering what had happened, he jumped, "Celina!"
"Calm down, Mort." Came Celina's soothing voice, as she touched him softly on the shoulder.
"What happened?"
"Shooter's dead." Was all she said.
"You shot him?" He said as the memory came back to him.
A look of relief washed over his face as she nodded. He stood up shakily and inspected the bandaged wounds on his head.
"Where's the body?" He asked.
A worried expression came over her, "It's still out there."
He smiled, "It's all over."
She hugged him tightly, "Finally." She looked up at him, and leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek.
He smiled back at her as he walked out the door and grabbed the shovel that lay on the ground next to his car. He heard Celina close behind him. He looked up into the sky and saw three birds flutter across the sky, a sign of peace. And he walked around the car to where Shooter should have been, but instead there was only a small pool of dark blood and Shooter's black hat.
Mort froze in place when his mind took in the scene. He felt Celina run into him from behind, but didn't budge.
"What's wrong?" Celina wanted to know, worried by the shocked look on Mort's face. Her eyes followed Mort's gaze to the ground before them where only a hat was where Shooter should have been, "Oh my God." She whispered.
Hearing Celina's voice seemed to break Mort's trance and he looked at her, "No," he said quietly, "no, but you killed him!"
Celina walked over to the hat and then looked out into the forest beyond. She could feel tears that pricked out of the corners of her eyes as she lifted up the hat to get a closer look. But as she did that, a small piece of paper floated out of the hat. Mort came up behind her and picked up the paper and on it was a note,
Dear Mr. Rainey, I realize things got out of hand, so I would like to send my apologies to you and the young miss. They say a near death experience cleanses the soul, and I would like to thank Celina for cleansing mine. I've decided to go back to good ol' Mississippi and continue my dairy farm I have down there.
Yours truly,
John Shooter
Mort read the note aloud to Celina. When he was done he looked up at Celina and smiled, "It is over."
Celina smiled back, "Thank God."
Mort leaned in until he could feel the heat of Celina's breath, and they shared a victory kiss, finally together.
A.N: What did you think of my story? I hope you liked it! I would like to thank all my reviewers and I wish good luck to all of you! I hope you all have a freakin' awesome summer!
Chapter 11
Mort must have passed out, because he awoke in his living room on his favorite couch with a throbbing headache.
Suddenly remembering what had happened, he jumped, "Celina!"
"Calm down, Mort." Came Celina's soothing voice, as she touched him softly on the shoulder.
"What happened?"
"Shooter's dead." Was all she said.
"You shot him?" He said as the memory came back to him.
A look of relief washed over his face as she nodded. He stood up shakily and inspected the bandaged wounds on his head.
"Where's the body?" He asked.
A worried expression came over her, "It's still out there."
He smiled, "It's all over."
She hugged him tightly, "Finally." She looked up at him, and leaned up and kissed him softly on the cheek.
He smiled back at her as he walked out the door and grabbed the shovel that lay on the ground next to his car. He heard Celina close behind him. He looked up into the sky and saw three birds flutter across the sky, a sign of peace. And he walked around the car to where Shooter should have been, but instead there was only a small pool of dark blood and Shooter's black hat.
Mort froze in place when his mind took in the scene. He felt Celina run into him from behind, but didn't budge.
"What's wrong?" Celina wanted to know, worried by the shocked look on Mort's face. Her eyes followed Mort's gaze to the ground before them where only a hat was where Shooter should have been, "Oh my God." She whispered.
Hearing Celina's voice seemed to break Mort's trance and he looked at her, "No," he said quietly, "no, but you killed him!"
Celina walked over to the hat and then looked out into the forest beyond. She could feel tears that pricked out of the corners of her eyes as she lifted up the hat to get a closer look. But as she did that, a small piece of paper floated out of the hat. Mort came up behind her and picked up the paper and on it was a note,
Dear Mr. Rainey, I realize things got out of hand, so I would like to send my apologies to you and the young miss. They say a near death experience cleanses the soul, and I would like to thank Celina for cleansing mine. I've decided to go back to good ol' Mississippi and continue my dairy farm I have down there.
Yours truly,
John Shooter
Mort read the note aloud to Celina. When he was done he looked up at Celina and smiled, "It is over."
Celina smiled back, "Thank God."
Mort leaned in until he could feel the heat of Celina's breath, and they shared a victory kiss, finally together.
A.N: What did you think of my story? I hope you liked it! I would like to thank all my reviewers and I wish good luck to all of you! I hope you all have a freakin' awesome summer!