Celwriter: I do not yet know if this chapter has the climax, but it just might. Anyway, here it is:
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Chapter 22

"Get out of my house, John Shooter, and don't come back!" Mort shouted. Mort moved towards the couch. Cel realized that he stood in the spot where the stronger personality was. Before he was where shooter supposedly was, but now the real Mort was stronger. She smiled proudly. "And if you do come back, you are going to be awfully sorry, you crummy piece of Missouri shit!"

Shooter stood stunned. He had been winning. He saw Cel and saw her as Mort's encouragement. He would get rid of her tomorrow, he was sure of it. He turned and left out the front door, steaming and planning.

Mort went to bed early, exhausted from his fight with Shooter. Cel took this time to get ready for the morning. She had the corn picked and the oatmeal ready. She knew that Mort loved oatmeal very much and would eat all of it. She was prepared.

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The next morning, Mort woke to the smell of hot oatmeal cooking on the stove. He went downstairs. Cel and he ate together, Cel smiling happily and Mort guessing that the smile was because of Richard. It took them half an hour to finish the meal and afterward they sat together on the couch, talking. Shooter did not show up for twenty minutes, so Cel knew that she had to bring him forth.

"Shooter," she said turning towards the door. It was open to let the air circulate, but Mort believed that he saw Shooter come in.

"She's still agoin' with him, Mister Rainey, just like I told you," Shooter said.

"So?" Mort asked as if he really did not care.

"She likes him more than you, Mister Rainey."

"You lie."

"I am not, Mister Rainey, she even wrote his name all over one of her notebooks."

"Is this true?" Mort asked, turning towards Cel.

"Yes, but.."

"I told you," Shooter said. Mort moved to where Shooter was supposedly standing. It was all working out as Cel had planned.
"Now, I'll take care of her, Mister Rainey, you just lie down." Mort looked at an imaginary person laying down and going to sleep on the couch. Now it was just Cel and 'Shooter.'

"More like I'll take of you," said Cel.

"No, Miss Rainey, I think that you are wrong." Mort, or 'Shooter,' grabbed a knife from the table. Cel backed away as in fear until she was right in front of the desk. She looked at her watch and pulled out the revolver.

"I told you to go to sleep, Mort, or would you rather watch her die?" Shooter asked the imaginary Mort on the couch. "Fine, watch." Shooter turned back to Cel. She pointed the gun at Shooter.

"You couldn' do that to your father, Cel, you couldn'" Shooter said, still coming forward, knife raised.

"Oh yes I could," Cel said. She looked at her watch, then pulled the trigger.

BANG!
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Celwriter: yes, I wrote the main part of the climax. Hopefully I can update tomorrow.