Another chapter! Yay! I hope everyone's doing well. It will be another week or two before I get Internet at my house, but that's cool. I'll just post in the library. Also, I have this camp thing coming up and I don't know if I will have a computer in the dorm, so if I don't update for a few weeks, you'll know why. Also, I finally made a website! Take a look at it!

Mort's POV

Mort looked over at Celia. She was biting down softly on her lip and twirling around some loose hair around her finger, as if she was deep in thought. It was if she had never heard a thing he said.

"Celia, are you alright?"

Celia looked at Mort, finally snapping out of her trance. She dropped the hair from her fingers, and put her hand at her chin, as she leaned on the table.

"Fine, just fine. I just lost my train of thought."

Mort left it at that. He knew she was hiding the fact that she thought his other half was trying to kill her, but not realizing his other half was not a true human. Or maybe it was just the fact that she thought someone was trying to finish the job that was done on her parents, brothers, and sister.

Celia's POV…Later that day

Celia looked up from her book that she had been reading all afternoon. It was one of Mort's books and not to say it wasn't a good book, but a woman could only take so much blood and guts after breakfast.

She on the couch behind Mort's desk and Mort, who was busily typing away at his laptop and rock music blasting through his head phones. She couldn't make out who was playing, but at least it was something.

Her mind was still preoccupied that the 'he' was coming after her to finish the job he hadn't done so long ago. Then she heard a loud thump. It was after all just a loud "thump", but it was the way it sounded that made her skin creep. It had sounded like a corpse fall.

"Mort! I heard something!" Celia pulled off Mort's head phones, surprising him completely.

"What the hell is it?" Celia jumped back. Mort looked back at her puzzled. "Did I scare you? Sorry, about that. You caught me off guard. Now, what is it?"

The loud "thump" sounded again. This time, Mort heard it too. "Mort, what is that?"

"I don't know but I have a pretty good idea what." Mort slowly went over to his room and into the bathroom. Celia could hear some insane like laughter.

"Mort, are you ok in there? Mort?"

She could see the bathroom door was closed. She tried the knob. Locked.

"Mort? Can you hear me? Mort! Is someone there?"

Something kept thumping against the door over and over, faster and faster. Celia banged on the door, calling Mort's name, over and over, screeching louder and louder. The door swung open, making Celia jump back on to the bed.

Mort came out, scratching his head in apprehension. "Celia? What's the matter?"

"I…um…I thought something was wrong. The door was locked, and that thumping, I just-"

"Celia, I want you to meet a friend of mine. I just got her about two years back. Found her in my garbage, the poor mutt. She ran off a few days ago, but the weird thing is how she got on the second floor of the house, and in the bathroom nonetheless. Celia, meet Abby."

A chocolate lab-mix walked out from behind the shower curtain. She wagged her tail in a friendly way, and panted as she made her way over to Celia. Celia slowly reached out her hand and patted the dog on the head. Abby gave a panting, dog smile that all dogs gave when they were pet. Celia gave a small giggle.

Just suddenly, Mort grabbed her arm hard. Celia could feel a bruise forming where he held her.

"Mort, let go, you're hurting me."

Still, he held on giving her an angry stare, almost inhuman.

"Mort, let go!" She shuddered. Something did not feel right.

"Mort, damn it, let go!"

Abby barked furiously, as if she sensed something also. She let out a low growl, showing her white, sharp teeth. Mort looked over at the dog, completely ignoring Celia. Celia slammed her boot down hard on Mort's foot. He cursed loudly in pain, and his facial expression went back to normal. Abby stopped growling, and licked the hand that had let go of Celia's arm.

Mort took his hand away, quickly, and soon left the room, leaving a confused look upon Celia's face. There was something about this man that she knew she had to figure out. Something was wrong, and she was not the only one who knew that.