Chapter 14
Oh bring it on Kait! I will so take you down! Just breath everybody and read…
Mirrors
Mort lay there holding her tightly against his body as wave of shudders of disgust went through his body as he watched the blood dripping down the walls, spilling to the tile floor creating rivers of red.
He tried to breath but all he could get were small gasps. He felt as if he was having as Asthma attack as he got up, picking her body up in the process her blood covering his clothes, soaking through.
He ignored it as he carried her towards the bedroom laying her down on the bed. The moment her body touched the bed her blood began to soak the white sheets. Mort covered her in a blanket as he walked out of the bedroom in a daze.
Nothing seemed real anymore. He felt so out of place, and sick. Mort was lost. He didn't know what to do at all. One part of him was screaming at him to give himself in now for what he had done…………to her.
A fresh wave of tears came as he entered the kitchen leaning against the table. He looked around the kitchen dizzily as his eye's came across the knife drawer.
A crazed look came into his eyes as he rushed over pulling the drawer apart his hands rushing inside grabbing different knives throwing them in any place until he grabbed a large sharp one. He held it up to the light as it glinted silver.
Mort looked closer and could see his reflection in the silver. He could see his face covered in blood, and tears. Sweat pouring down his forehead. This was not him, and he knew that.
He could hear it in his head. Shooter laughing in his head, mocking him. Mort dropped the knife, and grabbed his head screaming at him, "Shut the fuck up! Leave me alone!"
But the more he screamed the louder Shooter's laughing came. Mort fell to his knee's blindly grabbing the knife, as Shooter continued to laugh. Mort stumbled out of the kitchen and into another bathroom.
He turned the light on and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His chest heaving up and down as Shooter's laugh echoed in his head. "I am going to cut you out of me…", shouting as he grabbed the mirror glaring hatefully at it.
"And when I start I am going to make sure I cut every piece of you out…", but his reflection had changed. It only smiled at him twisting its head to the side.
"Are you so sure you wanna do that Mort?", his reflection asked cockily. "Are you so sure that this murder isn't a positive one?"
"I'm not going to listen to you, you son of a bitch!", as he picked up the knife from the sink and starting bringing it down onto his chest.
"Ahh..ahhh..ahhh…before you do that Mort", as his reflection wiped his glasses. "Think about what is going to happen. If we let her live sooner of later she was going to pop and give us in. She's so weak Mort. She was just a lost little lamb and this was for the best", as his reflection set his glasses back on his nose grinning.
"She was everything to me! And you fucking took her away!", as Mort screamed into the mirror grabbing it as if it was an actually person.
Mort's reflection only waved his hand in the air, "Oh come on Mort! There is always going to be other women. But me…your stuck with", giving him the thumbs up.
"She was just another little person that was going to come in our way Mort. Don't you see? She was a problem and now that I have taken care of that problem we are safe. That fucktart of a sheriff will never find out, cause we're never going to tell him and he's never going to find Caroline's body", as Mort's reflection became serious.
"Her family will never find out. You will lie to them and make sure that they never find out what happened to her Mort. But no worries you've done this before with Amy and Ted. Caroline is just another little one that can join the garden", as he smirked at Mort.
Mort screamed in rage taking the knife and trashing it into the mirror. The mirror shattered before him into thousands of pieces but Mort did not stop. He continued hitting even though he began hitting the wall cutting slowly through it.
His angered screams turned into sobs as he fell to the floor. He had to get out of this house. He had to run. But he wouldn't leave, not without her. Stumbling he ran out of the bathroom and up the stairs tripping a few times.
He reached the bedroom. His sleeping beauty lay there her skin paper white covered in blood, as dry blood had created a river from her blue lips. Mort smiled, she was so beautiful……… "She's mine. She's all I have. We'll be together forever…"
He picked her up taking the blood soaked sheet wrapping it around her body. "I'll never let go of you", he murmured in her ear. Slowly but steadily he carried her downstairs whispering his love for her, as he step he took the closer he got to the door.
The Sheriff had decided to make a check up on Mr. Rainy especially since Miss. Shan was living with him. He drove up through the dirt road as trees, and bushes passed him by. When he finally reached the cabin he stepped out of the car.
But Mort Rainy stepped out. "Mr. Rainy I just wanted to……", and he stopped silent when he saw what Mort was carrying in his bloody arms. A dead Caroline.
The Sheriff lost his breath as he grabbed his gun. Mort stood there helpless holding Caroline in a bloody sheet as he screamed nonsense. "She's going to be okay…"
"You'll see! We'll get married and I will give her all that children that she wants….You'll see!", as the sherriff pulled his gun out slowly. "He's finally lost it. Oh my god…Mort what have you done".
"Mr. Rainy put the body down…", he whispered softly trying not to seem like a treat to Mort. "No! I can't put her down! I swore to her I wouldn't let go!", as Mort began to trudge again.
"I'm warning you Mr. Rainy put the body down right now or I will be forced to fire", taking his gun off lock and pointing it at Mort. His hand had already began to shake slightly.
But Mort only ignored the Sheriffs warning as he continued walking. Then he heard it through the laughing in his head, to the sadness he felt in his heart. The blast, as he felt the impact hit him. He was falling but he wouldn't let go. He swore he wouldn't and if this meant he would die by her then so be it.
Mort promised he wouldn't let go, but as he felt the darkness over take him he felt his grip slip.
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