'Your dad is a schizophrenic.' As Hanson's words ran through her mind, Rebecca paced around a room somewhere in the police department. 'There's no John Shooter.' "He must've been lying." Rebecca said to herself. Back at the cabin, Mort faced Shooter. He was filled with a rage that he had never felt before. He wanted to kill Shooter. "I'm not turning myself in, Shooter." Mort said as he walked over to the fireplace. "Then it looks like your little girl isn't goin' to be 'round much longer." As Shooter spoke, Mort quietly slipped a fire poker out of its holder. He grasped it tightly. "What are you going to do now, Mr. Rainey?" "Kill you!" Mort shouted as he swung the poker at Shooter. He cut Shooter's shoulder but didn't knock him down or seriously injure him. Shooter swung his right fist at Mort's jaw. Mort dropped the poker as he fell hard on the ground. "You son of a –"Mort started to say. But Shooter had grabbed the poker and stabbed Mort in the shoulder. "AGH!" "I'm going to leave now and let you rethink your decision." Shooter said, pulling the poker out of Mort's now bloody shoulder. Mort watched Shooter walk away and suddenly realized that his vision was blurry. He had to get up though. If he didn't, he would die of blood loss. He staggered outside to his car, holding his wound. 'This'll be an interesting ride.' He thought as he started the car. He blinked his eyes to stop them from blurring. 'You're going to pay, Shooter.' He finally reached his destination, the Tashmore police station. "Wait! Sir, you can't just walk in there!" The secretary yelled as he staggered past her desk. It was getting harder to walk. He felt himself about to pass out and managed to will out of it. He ran into Officer Hanson, who looked at him in shock. "Mr. Rainey, what happened?" He said nervously. "Shooter. Now do you believe me?" Mort managed to say, breathing heavily. "Get this man some medical attention!" Luckily, there were paramedics in the building who were able to stop the bleeding. Mort stumbled to the room where Rebecca was sitting in. "What happened?!" She nearly shrieked. He hugged her and said, "I think the police finally believe me now." "Are you okay? How did you get here?" "I drove." "While bleeding to death?!" Hanson walked in and said, "Mr. Rainey, you can take Rebecca home now. Police are looking for Shooter as we speak." "Thank you, sir." As Mort and Rebecca walked to the car, Rebecca asked, "Are you sure you can drive?" "I'm sure. It should be easier now that the bleeding has stopped." Mort was right. Not having a searing pain in your right shoulder really helped you concentrate on driving. When they reached the house, a police car was stationed outside the front. The house was empty and silent. Mort checked the clock and it read 11:43 pm. "We should get some sleep." Rebecca said. Mort nodded. They said their goodnights and went into their separate bedrooms. After half an hour, Mort's door opened and Rebecca appeared in the door. "Mort?" She said. "What?" Mort said, waking up and hoping that nothing was wrong. "I'm too afraid to sleep in my room." Mort could tell that she was scared because she was shaking so he said, "Do you want to sleep in here?" She nodded. "Okay." She crawled in the bed and rested her head on his left shoulder. "G'night." Mort said sleepily. "Night." Rebecca replied. Nightmares riddled Mort as he attempted to sleep. They were nightmares about Shooter, Rebecca and Amy. Mort woke up, dripping in sweat, in the morning. Rebecca wasn't there. Slowly getting out of bed, he walked into the kitchen. Rebecca was cooking breakfast. "Good morning!" She said as he sat at the table. "Even during a time like this you wake up full of energy." Mort said as he smiled. Rebecca smiled back at him and set a plate of pancakes in front of him. "Thank you." He said. "You're welcome." She grabbed her plate and sat across from him. There were a few moments of silence and then, "I'd hate to ruin your good mood, Mort, but what are we going to do about Shooter?" "Since the police somewhat believe me now, I think that they'll get him the next time he decides to drop by." "But what if he...attacks you again?" "I'll be able to handle him." After they finished eating, Mort took a shower and Rebecca sat at the living room couch reading a book. 'I'm scared.' Rebecca thought as she flipped through the book. 'Scared that Shooter's going to kill one of us.' She got up from the couch and glanced out the window. The police car wasn't there. 'Where'd the cop go?' She felt the sharp end of a fire poker touch her back. She gasped and said, "Shooter? Is that you?" There was no answer. "Shooter?"

Cliffhanger! XD I'm sorry but I couldn't resist. Please keep reviewing!