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Mort's Point of View

Mort had gotten up early the next morning, and still it stormed. He slowly made his way up the stairs to check on his guest who had come in the middle of the night. What had really come strange to him over the past few hours was how he had already knew about the woman before she had even come close to the cabin.

"I was wondering when you would ask that, Pilgrim. You really want to know?" Shooter was awake, apparently.

"Yes."

"You were reading the paper about seven months ago when I came across this article about this family that had been killed, all except for this one woman, the oldest daughter. She had been put unconscious, and did not remember what had happened anytime before the hospital. They had also included the picture of the woman. Unfortunately for her, you were attracted to her, and because of you, so was I. So I came up with this plan, see? At night, I would sneak into the hospital while you were asleep and she was asleep, to talk to her. I told her everything and anything. I also whispered things to her to bring her here. Amazing how well it worked, especially since it usually doesn't work, but when a person has amnesia you can feed them thoughts while they sleep. So I told her when to come, but it also helped, making her think that someone was trying to kill her."

For some reason, this made Mort angry. "What did you do to her?"

"I set a few 'props' to mess with her head and I left her dead cat in her bed."

"YOU BASTARD! WHY DID YOU DO IT? ARE YOU MAD? IS THAT IT?"

"Had to bring her somehow. This was the only way, Mort. She is going to stay. I'll make sure of it."

"You can't make her stay here! She doesn't deserve to stay with an insane man who believes there is another man inside of him who kills people and animals! She doesn't deserve to be held against her will! She is human, god damn it!"

"I told you, Pilgrim. She belongs to you now. So you might as well get to know her, and she will be staying, cause if you don't make her stay, I will."

Mort sighed. Shooter always kept his word, especially when it came to threats of death, or anything violent. Mort would have to do what he said, or 'she' was going to die in the process.

Mort had soon made it to his old bedroom, where the woman had slept that night. Her hair still lay in her face, and she held her strange way of sleeping. The only difference from last night was she was now not under the covers. Her green shirt that read "Green Day" covered most of her body, but the area from her knees down.

He touched her shoulder, shaking her back and forth. He inhaled sharply hearing her stir, and backed away from the bed, not to scare her as she woke up.

Celia's POV

Celia slowly turned over, and started to open eyes. Everything was blurry as it came into focus. Soon the image of a man with blond-brown hair, gentle brown eyes, and large thick glasses came into view. No matter how gentle his eyes were, he looked mad or to put it better, somewhat crazy. Well, maybe it was his hair that made look this way because of the way it was 'styled', but Celia was not sure.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to barge in! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm –"

The man put his hand over her mouth and shushed at her. "It is all right. I know why you are here. Just relax while I make breakfast. Please? There are some of my ex's clothes in the closet that you can put on. You look around the same size." The man motioned to the closet in the corner. Celia watched the strange man walk out of the room and disappear down the stairs.

Celia shivered, feeling a draft got through the cabin from the rough winds of outside. She slowly got out of the bed, and headed toward the closet in the corner of the room. The closet had quite a bit of a selection of clothes. She pulled out a white tank top, a plaid red flannel shirt, bell bottom blue jeans, and black boots. She soon headed to the bathroom which was right next to the closet.

She showered, and dressed. Then, after noticing hair scrunchies that laid in the cabinet, she tied her hair to the back of her head. After she had finished, she slowly made her way down the stairs were food was laid on the table. The man who had woken her up earlier was nowhere to be found. She slowly sat at the table and looked at the food which was there. Oranges, apples, and pears were arranged in a bowl. Eggs, bacon, sausage and pancakes were piled high.

Mort's POV

Mort watched her dig into the food on the table from behind the other entrance in the kitchen under the stairs. She ate hungrily, as if she hadn't eaten in days. "When did you have time to make this, Shooter?"

"Amazing what a man can due while the other sleeps."

"I didn't know you, well, I could cook."

"Many things you don't know about me or yourself. Shame about that. Now, you are going to charm her, today, Mort."

"Why so soon? What is the hurry? She just got here!"

"Cause I said so. That is why. After all, I can make you life a living hell whenever I feel like it. So ye do as I say."

"Fine, fine." Mort came into the kitchen and sat down at the table. The woman looked up from her food and gave a look of welcome.

"I don't know your name, and you have been in my house for over seven hours." Mort started to help himself to the food. She put her fork down and took along drink of water from the glass in front of her.

"My name is Celia Jones and I'm from New York City. I was house sitting for some family. The reason why I came here was I just got caught in the rain on my way to the…um,…store."

"Of course. Not a problem. Happens to the best of us. The name's Morton Rainey, Mort to most people."

"Nice to meet you, Mort." She shook his hand. "So, when will the rain stop? It seems that it hasn't slowed since I ended up here."

"Weather man says that it is going to be this way for another two days, but you won't be able to go after that, because the lake will have been over flown. Amazing how many times that happens every year."

Celia's eyes widened. "What do you mean here? You mean I have to stay here?"

"Unless you want to drown, which is highly likely in this rain. Is it a problem?"

Celia's POV

"Unless you want to drown, which is highly likely in this rain. Is it a problem?"

Oh shit, not good. 'He' might be after me still. He is going to kill me if I stay, but I might be safe here.

"No, it's not a problem at all. I was just hoping I could get out of here soon so I could, uh…feed the cat."

What am I going to do? I will have to wait this out. Simple as that. If he comes, I can defend myself, right?