In this chapter, Mort's going to argue with himself a lot so, words
with arrows around them mean that's Mort and words with asterisks
around them mean that's Mort's conscious.
Rebecca was standing in the kitchen, her eyes wide. She was staring at a furry cat hanging on the wall. When Mort came closer, he saw that there was a screwdriver in the middle of the cat's chest. The words 'REMEMBER WHAT I SAID, MR. RAINEY.' were written on the wall under the cat in red.
"Is that blood?" Mort said.
Rebecca nodded, shaking and crying. She felt her knees give out and she fainted. Mort gathered Rebecca in his arms and carried her upstairs and into her room. After setting Rebecca in her bed, he went back into the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table, thinking.
Maybe I should just turn myself in, to save Rebecca.
Don't do that! What are you, a coward? Are you to afraid to take on Shooter?
Shut up! I don't want my daughter to die because of this!
Then why do you kill Shooter? Just get it over with. You know you want to.
He ignored the voice and decided to clean up the mess that Shooter had left. After putting the cat into the garbage can outside, he decided to go upstairs and check on Rebecca. She was still unconscious. Mort glanced at the clock above her bed as he sat beside her. It was 12:32 pm. Rebecca finally came to and opened her eyes slowly.
"How are you feeling?" Mort asked her.
"A little shaky but I'll be fine." Rebecca replied.
Do it. Tell her that you're going to kill Shooter.
Shut up!
"I think we should head back. Shooter might be around still." Mort said.
When they got back to the cabin, Mort cautiously checked all of the rooms and then locked the windows and doors. Rebecca was in the shower and Mort sat at his word processor, not being able to concentrate. There was a knock at the door and Mort was automatically on his guard. He went down the stairs and placed his hand on the doorknob.
"Who is it? Shooter, is that you?" Mort said.
"Tashmore police." A gruff sounding voice came from the other side.
Mort, relieved, opened the door and said,
"Hello, officer. How can I help you?"
"Hello, Mr. Rainey. May I come in?"
"Uh, yeah sure."
The officer walked in and said,
"I'm Officer Hanson. I understand that your daughter has come to leave with you. Is this true?"
"Yes, sir."
"I see. And she is how old?"
"15, sir."
Mort didn't like where this conversation was going.
"Under the current conditions, Mr. Rainey, we can't allow your daughter to stay here."
"What?! You've got to be kidding me!"
"No, I'm not kidding you. You are the top suspect in two double homicides. We can't let your daughter stay with you until we've figured this out."
"You're not taking my daughter away from me!"
Mort was shaking now.
Tell them all about Shooter. Go on. Do it!
Rebecca came out of the bathroom, her long hair wet, and said,
"What's going on?"
Sensing that something was wrong, she went to her dad's side and clung to his arm.
"You must be Rebecca. I'm Officer Hanson with the Tashmore police." Hanson said.
Rebecca's grip on Mort's arm got tighter as she said,
"Why are you here?"
"You need to come with me, Rebecca. You cannot be by your father."
Rebecca's eyes grew wide and she replied,
"No! Why?!"
"He's the top suspect in two double homicides."
"No, you got it wrong! It was a man named John Shooter! He's the one that killed those people!"
She was now holding onto Mort's hand. Tears formed in her eyes when the officer said,
"You need to come with me now until everything is settled."
"Rebecca, go with him." Mort said.
"What?!" Rebecca turned to him.
"You'd be safer. Don't worry. When they finally find Shooter, you'll be able to come back." His voice started to crack.
"But what about the three days?"
"Don't worry." He embraced her. "I love you."
"I love you too."
She kissed him on the cheek and then Hanson escorted her outside. As they drove off, Mort slammed his hand against the wall.
"Hello, Mr. Rainey." Shooter's voice came from behind him.
"This is all your fault!" Mort yelled, filled with anger.
"No. It's your fault. You haven't turned yourself in yet."
In the police car, Rebecca was still crying.
"I know this probably isn't the right time to tell you this but there's something you need to know about your father." Hanson said.
"What is it?" Rebecca said.
"There is no John Shooter. Your father is a schizophrenic. He made up this Shooter a while after him and his wife split."
"I don't believe you..."
"Have you ever seen this Mr. John Shooter?"
"No. But that doesn't mean he's not real."
"Doesn't mean he is real."
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Rebecca was standing in the kitchen, her eyes wide. She was staring at a furry cat hanging on the wall. When Mort came closer, he saw that there was a screwdriver in the middle of the cat's chest. The words 'REMEMBER WHAT I SAID, MR. RAINEY.' were written on the wall under the cat in red.
"Is that blood?" Mort said.
Rebecca nodded, shaking and crying. She felt her knees give out and she fainted. Mort gathered Rebecca in his arms and carried her upstairs and into her room. After setting Rebecca in her bed, he went back into the kitchen. He sat at the kitchen table, thinking.
Maybe I should just turn myself in, to save Rebecca.
Don't do that! What are you, a coward? Are you to afraid to take on Shooter?
Shut up! I don't want my daughter to die because of this!
Then why do you kill Shooter? Just get it over with. You know you want to.
He ignored the voice and decided to clean up the mess that Shooter had left. After putting the cat into the garbage can outside, he decided to go upstairs and check on Rebecca. She was still unconscious. Mort glanced at the clock above her bed as he sat beside her. It was 12:32 pm. Rebecca finally came to and opened her eyes slowly.
"How are you feeling?" Mort asked her.
"A little shaky but I'll be fine." Rebecca replied.
Do it. Tell her that you're going to kill Shooter.
Shut up!
"I think we should head back. Shooter might be around still." Mort said.
When they got back to the cabin, Mort cautiously checked all of the rooms and then locked the windows and doors. Rebecca was in the shower and Mort sat at his word processor, not being able to concentrate. There was a knock at the door and Mort was automatically on his guard. He went down the stairs and placed his hand on the doorknob.
"Who is it? Shooter, is that you?" Mort said.
"Tashmore police." A gruff sounding voice came from the other side.
Mort, relieved, opened the door and said,
"Hello, officer. How can I help you?"
"Hello, Mr. Rainey. May I come in?"
"Uh, yeah sure."
The officer walked in and said,
"I'm Officer Hanson. I understand that your daughter has come to leave with you. Is this true?"
"Yes, sir."
"I see. And she is how old?"
"15, sir."
Mort didn't like where this conversation was going.
"Under the current conditions, Mr. Rainey, we can't allow your daughter to stay here."
"What?! You've got to be kidding me!"
"No, I'm not kidding you. You are the top suspect in two double homicides. We can't let your daughter stay with you until we've figured this out."
"You're not taking my daughter away from me!"
Mort was shaking now.
Tell them all about Shooter. Go on. Do it!
Rebecca came out of the bathroom, her long hair wet, and said,
"What's going on?"
Sensing that something was wrong, she went to her dad's side and clung to his arm.
"You must be Rebecca. I'm Officer Hanson with the Tashmore police." Hanson said.
Rebecca's grip on Mort's arm got tighter as she said,
"Why are you here?"
"You need to come with me, Rebecca. You cannot be by your father."
Rebecca's eyes grew wide and she replied,
"No! Why?!"
"He's the top suspect in two double homicides."
"No, you got it wrong! It was a man named John Shooter! He's the one that killed those people!"
She was now holding onto Mort's hand. Tears formed in her eyes when the officer said,
"You need to come with me now until everything is settled."
"Rebecca, go with him." Mort said.
"What?!" Rebecca turned to him.
"You'd be safer. Don't worry. When they finally find Shooter, you'll be able to come back." His voice started to crack.
"But what about the three days?"
"Don't worry." He embraced her. "I love you."
"I love you too."
She kissed him on the cheek and then Hanson escorted her outside. As they drove off, Mort slammed his hand against the wall.
"Hello, Mr. Rainey." Shooter's voice came from behind him.
"This is all your fault!" Mort yelled, filled with anger.
"No. It's your fault. You haven't turned yourself in yet."
In the police car, Rebecca was still crying.
"I know this probably isn't the right time to tell you this but there's something you need to know about your father." Hanson said.
"What is it?" Rebecca said.
"There is no John Shooter. Your father is a schizophrenic. He made up this Shooter a while after him and his wife split."
"I don't believe you..."
"Have you ever seen this Mr. John Shooter?"
"No. But that doesn't mean he's not real."
"Doesn't mean he is real."
I'll add more soon! More reviews please! More reviews = more story!