A/N: Sorry for the wait, dolls. Testing out another story, "The Reaper
Holds Our Hearts," Check it out. =]
Disclaimer: What is Stephen King's, is Stephen King's.
Chapter Six – Shooter at Hand. hr
Maria was sure when the shock was over, she i would/i run.
"Run fast, darlin'. I tousled the rooster's feathers, and they're out on a wild goose chase." Shooter spoke behind her. Above the sweet sound of Ville Valo's voice, Maria could hear distant sirens. Police cars.
"I'm gonna give you about ten, missus." She heard him step closer. "One, two" The sound of the wailing sirens approached, now closer. Shooter shuffled nervously. "Nine, Te-"
He jumped out and grabbed Maria by the hair, making her scream. She saw a flash of blue and red, and a car door slam. She gulped as she heard them pound on the door, signaling they were bursting in. Maria whimpered when she felt a gun barrel dig into her throat. She looked worriedly at the two policemen aiming their pistols at Shooter/Mort.
"Don't move, gentlemen, or the lil' lady gets it. It will be quite a mess to clean up." He snickered.
"Now, Mr. Rainey, I just need you to come with me." The younger policeman reached for his cuffs.
"DON'T YOU MOVE, DAMNIT!" Shooter shot the gun, deafening the two policemen. Maria felt warm blood glide down her neck.
i Oh my God, I'm dead. I'm dead, he shot me. Oh God, I'm dead. /i
The bullet only skimmed her neck, burning the flesh around it.
"Mr. Rainey-"
"He ain't here, pilgrim." Shooter spoke in slow vowels.
"... I want to know what you have to do with the burning down of the Spring Flower Apartments."
Maria choked. i What did he say?! /i
"Don't know anythin'. Get the hell out."
"I'm afraid we can't do that, Mr. Rainey."
Maria closed her eyes as she heard five gunshots, and watched in horror as the two policemen slumped to the floor. Shooter's gun went to the floor with them, and he let go of Maria. She didn't move, but only gaped at the two dead men at Mort Rainey's front door.
Her hand went to her neck, and she winced in pain. When she removed it, it was painted red with blood. Maria felt lightheaded, and fainted.
i "Oh Maria, Maria. She reminds me of a west side story. Growing up in Spanish Harlem. She's living the life just like a movie star" /i
Maria groaned and tried to brush away the wet cloth at her forehead. Her eyes opened slowly, and took in the surroundings of... Not Mort Rainey's House.
Mort hummed the rest of the melody softly. "You alright?" He acknowledged the small welt forming on her neck. It had stopped bleeding. Maria looked at the beat up table in the middle of the room, and saw a small dish with red liquid in it. She nodded, regardless of the pain coursing through her neck and head as she did so.
She bit her lip as it came back to her. i Shooter. Shot two policemen. Burned down my apartment building. Sliced my neck with a bullet. /i
She cowered in fear as the man before her rose. "Who are you?"
Mort sighed and took the pail and dumped the red fluid outside the small, petite house. Maria sat up, and began to back towards the nearest door that led to the outside world. Mort didn't budge, and pretended not to notice her.
In one clumsy movement, Maria kicked open the door and ran outside. She stopped when she realized where she was.
In the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by green fields, and a small pond. There wasn't even a road.
"Oh my God. I'm being held hostage by a paranoid schizophrenic." She muttered, but Mort heard her and chuckled. She whirled around. "Where the i hell /i are we?!"
"The more peaceful side of New Hampshire," Maria's eyes widened. "Shooter burned down your house, and then mine. He saved my car, and my wallet."
Maria crossed her arms. "Did he bring his magical hat too?" Mort looked at her incredulously. Half of her told her to cut the sarcasm before she was found at the bottom of a lake by paramedics and policemen.
"I can't help what he does." Mort said with an edge in his voice.
"You're going to have to as long as I'm here," Maria bit her tongue. Yes, maybe that will stop her. She tasted blood as Mort came closer, making the wooden floor boards whine.
"I think I'm in charge here, Maria. What I say goes." Maria's dark eyes ran to Mort's shoes. She meant for that to happen to conceal what was the roll of her eyes. She almost screamed when Mort grabbed her neck and kissed her full on the lips.
"What I say goes." He let her go and stalked off to somewhere else in the empty cabin. Maria touched her lips, and went outside.
She stared out across the pond and into the menacing woods beyond it. She scowled, "God, it wasn't i that /i good of a kiss anyway." And lied through clenched teeth. Maria wasn't afraid of Mort.
She was afraid of Shooter.
Mort just made her insane. Was she really thinking of them as if they were two different people? Sighing, Maria glanced over at Mort's car.
i I've been taught how to hotwire one... i Don't even think about it. Even if you do get away, he'll find you. And when he's finished with you, he can feed you to your cat. /b
I don't have a cat.
b You know what I mean. And another thing, you like Mort. /i
Maria widened her eyes.
i What?! I do NOT.
b Ha. Whatever. You go all Jell-o when he's around. I haven't a problem. The man is quite the babe. /i
Maria sneered. She did i not/i like Mort.
"Sorry," Maria whirled around and found Mort leaning against the doorframe. He pushed himself off and walked towards her. "I brought you into this mess. And I'm sorry." Maria's eye twitched.
i Just do it, you coward. /i
She yanked Mort's head down and crushed her lips into his. He wrapped his own arms around her waist as she pulled him closer.
i You're dead, love. i That's it. Stare at the table. That will fix everything. /i
"Shut up," Maria muttered. Mort's robe was rough against her bare skin as she sat on the shitsplat couch in the middle the room beneath the second floor.
Beneath the second floor, where Mort slept after hearing Maria scream out his name; where he thought she was still asleep beside him
Maria was far from sleep.
So was Shooter.
"Hello, missus." He drawled in her ear.
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A/N: That was quite short. Sorry. Well, review on.
b I'm killing Eve Of Destruction. I've got nothing to save it. I'm thinking about destroying The Reaper Holds Our Hearts, also. It doesn't fit the critique.
That is all.
Disclaimer: What is Stephen King's, is Stephen King's.
Chapter Six – Shooter at Hand. hr
Maria was sure when the shock was over, she i would/i run.
"Run fast, darlin'. I tousled the rooster's feathers, and they're out on a wild goose chase." Shooter spoke behind her. Above the sweet sound of Ville Valo's voice, Maria could hear distant sirens. Police cars.
"I'm gonna give you about ten, missus." She heard him step closer. "One, two" The sound of the wailing sirens approached, now closer. Shooter shuffled nervously. "Nine, Te-"
He jumped out and grabbed Maria by the hair, making her scream. She saw a flash of blue and red, and a car door slam. She gulped as she heard them pound on the door, signaling they were bursting in. Maria whimpered when she felt a gun barrel dig into her throat. She looked worriedly at the two policemen aiming their pistols at Shooter/Mort.
"Don't move, gentlemen, or the lil' lady gets it. It will be quite a mess to clean up." He snickered.
"Now, Mr. Rainey, I just need you to come with me." The younger policeman reached for his cuffs.
"DON'T YOU MOVE, DAMNIT!" Shooter shot the gun, deafening the two policemen. Maria felt warm blood glide down her neck.
i Oh my God, I'm dead. I'm dead, he shot me. Oh God, I'm dead. /i
The bullet only skimmed her neck, burning the flesh around it.
"Mr. Rainey-"
"He ain't here, pilgrim." Shooter spoke in slow vowels.
"... I want to know what you have to do with the burning down of the Spring Flower Apartments."
Maria choked. i What did he say?! /i
"Don't know anythin'. Get the hell out."
"I'm afraid we can't do that, Mr. Rainey."
Maria closed her eyes as she heard five gunshots, and watched in horror as the two policemen slumped to the floor. Shooter's gun went to the floor with them, and he let go of Maria. She didn't move, but only gaped at the two dead men at Mort Rainey's front door.
Her hand went to her neck, and she winced in pain. When she removed it, it was painted red with blood. Maria felt lightheaded, and fainted.
i "Oh Maria, Maria. She reminds me of a west side story. Growing up in Spanish Harlem. She's living the life just like a movie star" /i
Maria groaned and tried to brush away the wet cloth at her forehead. Her eyes opened slowly, and took in the surroundings of... Not Mort Rainey's House.
Mort hummed the rest of the melody softly. "You alright?" He acknowledged the small welt forming on her neck. It had stopped bleeding. Maria looked at the beat up table in the middle of the room, and saw a small dish with red liquid in it. She nodded, regardless of the pain coursing through her neck and head as she did so.
She bit her lip as it came back to her. i Shooter. Shot two policemen. Burned down my apartment building. Sliced my neck with a bullet. /i
She cowered in fear as the man before her rose. "Who are you?"
Mort sighed and took the pail and dumped the red fluid outside the small, petite house. Maria sat up, and began to back towards the nearest door that led to the outside world. Mort didn't budge, and pretended not to notice her.
In one clumsy movement, Maria kicked open the door and ran outside. She stopped when she realized where she was.
In the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by green fields, and a small pond. There wasn't even a road.
"Oh my God. I'm being held hostage by a paranoid schizophrenic." She muttered, but Mort heard her and chuckled. She whirled around. "Where the i hell /i are we?!"
"The more peaceful side of New Hampshire," Maria's eyes widened. "Shooter burned down your house, and then mine. He saved my car, and my wallet."
Maria crossed her arms. "Did he bring his magical hat too?" Mort looked at her incredulously. Half of her told her to cut the sarcasm before she was found at the bottom of a lake by paramedics and policemen.
"I can't help what he does." Mort said with an edge in his voice.
"You're going to have to as long as I'm here," Maria bit her tongue. Yes, maybe that will stop her. She tasted blood as Mort came closer, making the wooden floor boards whine.
"I think I'm in charge here, Maria. What I say goes." Maria's dark eyes ran to Mort's shoes. She meant for that to happen to conceal what was the roll of her eyes. She almost screamed when Mort grabbed her neck and kissed her full on the lips.
"What I say goes." He let her go and stalked off to somewhere else in the empty cabin. Maria touched her lips, and went outside.
She stared out across the pond and into the menacing woods beyond it. She scowled, "God, it wasn't i that /i good of a kiss anyway." And lied through clenched teeth. Maria wasn't afraid of Mort.
She was afraid of Shooter.
Mort just made her insane. Was she really thinking of them as if they were two different people? Sighing, Maria glanced over at Mort's car.
i I've been taught how to hotwire one... i Don't even think about it. Even if you do get away, he'll find you. And when he's finished with you, he can feed you to your cat. /b
I don't have a cat.
b You know what I mean. And another thing, you like Mort. /i
Maria widened her eyes.
i What?! I do NOT.
b Ha. Whatever. You go all Jell-o when he's around. I haven't a problem. The man is quite the babe. /i
Maria sneered. She did i not/i like Mort.
"Sorry," Maria whirled around and found Mort leaning against the doorframe. He pushed himself off and walked towards her. "I brought you into this mess. And I'm sorry." Maria's eye twitched.
i Just do it, you coward. /i
She yanked Mort's head down and crushed her lips into his. He wrapped his own arms around her waist as she pulled him closer.
i You're dead, love. i That's it. Stare at the table. That will fix everything. /i
"Shut up," Maria muttered. Mort's robe was rough against her bare skin as she sat on the shitsplat couch in the middle the room beneath the second floor.
Beneath the second floor, where Mort slept after hearing Maria scream out his name; where he thought she was still asleep beside him
Maria was far from sleep.
So was Shooter.
"Hello, missus." He drawled in her ear.
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A/N: That was quite short. Sorry. Well, review on.
b I'm killing Eve Of Destruction. I've got nothing to save it. I'm thinking about destroying The Reaper Holds Our Hearts, also. It doesn't fit the critique.
That is all.