Disclaimer: I do not own any Stephen King characters or the story
Secret Window. The only character I own is Rebecca. Officer Hanson is a
reference to Johnny Depp's character in 21 Jump Street, which I also do not
own.
The story is going to get a bit more serious now.
"Shooter?" Rebecca said, fear building up inside of her.
She raised her hands and turned around. Mort stood in front of her. A round black hat rested on top of his head.
"Mort? What are you doing?" Rebecca said.
She looked at his eyes. They were not the same warm eyes from before. His eyes were cold and pitiless. He brandished the poker and held it to her throat. Her back was against the wall and she had nowhere to run. Mort just stood there, silent.
"Was Hanson right? John Shooter was never real. You made him up which means that you killed all those other people." Rebecca said to him shakily.
"I think you've figured it out, missus. Mort killed those four people." Mort replied in a voice that was not his own.
"Why are you talking like that?"
"You know too much. I am so sorry it has to end this way."
He raised the poker and was about to stab her in the chest. She kicked him in the stomach causing him to stumble. She ran towards the door but Mort was already behind her. He pulled her by the hair and threw her on the floor. He raised the poker again and she rolled out of the way. The poker was stuck inside the floor. As Mort struggled to get it out of the floor, Rebecca ran up the stairs and into his room. She locked the door and ran over to the phone. As she dialed 911, Mort's footsteps could be heard coming up the steps.
"911, how can I help you?" came the voice of a nasal female operator.
"Help me. My father, he – "Mort was hitting the door with the poker. The wood was starting to crack. "He's attacking me, please help!"
"Calm down, m'am. I need your name and address."
The door fell and Mort walked in. His face was not angry but calm and dead-like.
"My name is – "She didn't finish. Mort pointed the poker at her and mouthed the words, "Give me the phone." She handed him the phone. "Hello? Oh yes everything's fine." He kept the poker pointed at her throat. "Yes. My daughter has a bit of a mental problem." "It runs in the family." Rebecca said. Mort bared his teeth at her as he said to the operator, "Thank you...Goodbye." He hung up the phone and looked at her. Tears streamed down her face. "Mort, you don't know what you're doing!" "My name isn't Mort and I know perfectly well what I'm doing." Rebecca suddenly picked up the lamp that sat on the nightstand and whacked it across Mort's head, knocking him out. She picked up the poker and threw it into the bathroom. 'What do I do now? Should I call the police?' She sat on the edge of the bed and broke down. She then shook her head and left the room. 'I'll leave him in there for now.' Rummaging through his desk, she found newspaper clippings of the murders that Mort had supposedly committed. 'MORTON RAINEY'S EX-WIFE AND BOYFRIEND KILLED. MORTON RAINEY TOP SUSPECT.' One of the articles read. She spent over an hour reading newspapers about what had happened. A clatter came from Mort's room. She then saw Mort walk out, looking dazed and confused. His eyes were softer now. There was a bruise on the side of his face from the lamp. "Rebecca? What happened? My head is pounding like crazy..." Mort said, rubbing his head. "Uh, you fell. And you knocked down the table lamp." Rebecca said. "And you say I'm a bad liar? What really happened?" 'He doesn't remember what happened.' Rebecca thought. Rebecca walked up to him, not knowing what to say. "Was Shooter here? Did he attack me? Did he attack you?" Mort said. "Um, no. He wasn't here." There was a knock at the door. Mort opened it and said, "Oh hello, Officer Hanson." "Hi Mr. Rainey. Is everything all right?" Hanson said. He eyed the bruise on Mort's cheek. "Yeah. Why?" "Well, we got a call from here." 'Yeah, about an hour ago. How long does it take for you guys to answer a call?' Rebecca thought. "So everything's all right?" Hanson said. "Yeah. Everything's fine." Mort said. Hanson said goodbye and walked to his car. Rebecca sat down on the couch. "Did you call the police?" Mort asked her. "Uh..." Rebecca said. 'What am I supposed to say? Should I tell him that he tried to attack me?' Rebecca thought. Rebecca averted his eyes as he said, "Tell me what happened, please." Rebecca told him everything that had happened. She told him that she had hit him with the lamp because he had tried to kill her. She was crying now. Mort couldn't believe what he was hearing. No Shooter? It can't be true. But wait, Rebecca wouldn't lie to me. Maybe she would. Why would my daughter lie to me? You've only known her for a couple of days. How can you trust her that easily?
Another cliffhanger! Laughs evilly
The story is going to get a bit more serious now.
"Shooter?" Rebecca said, fear building up inside of her.
She raised her hands and turned around. Mort stood in front of her. A round black hat rested on top of his head.
"Mort? What are you doing?" Rebecca said.
She looked at his eyes. They were not the same warm eyes from before. His eyes were cold and pitiless. He brandished the poker and held it to her throat. Her back was against the wall and she had nowhere to run. Mort just stood there, silent.
"Was Hanson right? John Shooter was never real. You made him up which means that you killed all those other people." Rebecca said to him shakily.
"I think you've figured it out, missus. Mort killed those four people." Mort replied in a voice that was not his own.
"Why are you talking like that?"
"You know too much. I am so sorry it has to end this way."
He raised the poker and was about to stab her in the chest. She kicked him in the stomach causing him to stumble. She ran towards the door but Mort was already behind her. He pulled her by the hair and threw her on the floor. He raised the poker again and she rolled out of the way. The poker was stuck inside the floor. As Mort struggled to get it out of the floor, Rebecca ran up the stairs and into his room. She locked the door and ran over to the phone. As she dialed 911, Mort's footsteps could be heard coming up the steps.
"911, how can I help you?" came the voice of a nasal female operator.
"Help me. My father, he – "Mort was hitting the door with the poker. The wood was starting to crack. "He's attacking me, please help!"
"Calm down, m'am. I need your name and address."
The door fell and Mort walked in. His face was not angry but calm and dead-like.
"My name is – "She didn't finish. Mort pointed the poker at her and mouthed the words, "Give me the phone." She handed him the phone. "Hello? Oh yes everything's fine." He kept the poker pointed at her throat. "Yes. My daughter has a bit of a mental problem." "It runs in the family." Rebecca said. Mort bared his teeth at her as he said to the operator, "Thank you...Goodbye." He hung up the phone and looked at her. Tears streamed down her face. "Mort, you don't know what you're doing!" "My name isn't Mort and I know perfectly well what I'm doing." Rebecca suddenly picked up the lamp that sat on the nightstand and whacked it across Mort's head, knocking him out. She picked up the poker and threw it into the bathroom. 'What do I do now? Should I call the police?' She sat on the edge of the bed and broke down. She then shook her head and left the room. 'I'll leave him in there for now.' Rummaging through his desk, she found newspaper clippings of the murders that Mort had supposedly committed. 'MORTON RAINEY'S EX-WIFE AND BOYFRIEND KILLED. MORTON RAINEY TOP SUSPECT.' One of the articles read. She spent over an hour reading newspapers about what had happened. A clatter came from Mort's room. She then saw Mort walk out, looking dazed and confused. His eyes were softer now. There was a bruise on the side of his face from the lamp. "Rebecca? What happened? My head is pounding like crazy..." Mort said, rubbing his head. "Uh, you fell. And you knocked down the table lamp." Rebecca said. "And you say I'm a bad liar? What really happened?" 'He doesn't remember what happened.' Rebecca thought. Rebecca walked up to him, not knowing what to say. "Was Shooter here? Did he attack me? Did he attack you?" Mort said. "Um, no. He wasn't here." There was a knock at the door. Mort opened it and said, "Oh hello, Officer Hanson." "Hi Mr. Rainey. Is everything all right?" Hanson said. He eyed the bruise on Mort's cheek. "Yeah. Why?" "Well, we got a call from here." 'Yeah, about an hour ago. How long does it take for you guys to answer a call?' Rebecca thought. "So everything's all right?" Hanson said. "Yeah. Everything's fine." Mort said. Hanson said goodbye and walked to his car. Rebecca sat down on the couch. "Did you call the police?" Mort asked her. "Uh..." Rebecca said. 'What am I supposed to say? Should I tell him that he tried to attack me?' Rebecca thought. Rebecca averted his eyes as he said, "Tell me what happened, please." Rebecca told him everything that had happened. She told him that she had hit him with the lamp because he had tried to kill her. She was crying now. Mort couldn't believe what he was hearing. No Shooter? It can't be true. But wait, Rebecca wouldn't lie to me. Maybe she would. Why would my daughter lie to me? You've only known her for a couple of days. How can you trust her that easily?
Another cliffhanger! Laughs evilly