Shoot Her
A/N: -grumbles- I was bored, lol. So here it is, since I've never written a Secret Window fic, I thought it'd be great. I've been searching for some, but I couldn't find one that fitted with the idea I had in mind. So here it goes...
Disclaimer: I really really really wish I owned Crazy Mort and the Normal Mort, both of them are sexy (cause Johnny Deep is doing it; DUH! Though he looks a bit rough but whateverrrr!), though I do not want to be in the same room with Crazy Mort, considering he got freaky braces. Anyways, -sighs- I do not own Secret Window (which I somehow give a sigh of relief. I don't think I like the part where Shooter kills Chico, I love cats too much), Crazy/Normal Mort, neither Amy or Ted blah blah blahdiblahhhhhhh---! Ok, let's begin!
Btw, I think you must think I'm stupid hearing this but... what's one-shot, slash? lol I'm still new, you know, but I did figure out what Flames, R&R and AU, lol.
Oh and before I forget, here's the summarrryyyyyyyyyy!
This is a short fic of Mort struggling with himself and another with Shooter (since the movie ppl didn't put that scene on; nor the book) in the end of the movie.
Please read and review; tell me what you think! Enjoy!
Alive
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Mort screamed as he threw a lamp near him. The lamp slammed into the wall in front of him, making a dent in the wall.
You are alone...
"No there's you! Get out of my head!" Mort roared angrily, clutching his head furiously, as if a painful headache had attacked him. He heard a chuckle escape from... his lips? No, he was supposed to be angry. Why was he even chuckling?
I can't do that, Mort. What can you do without me?
"I'll get a knife and cut you out of me!" Mort shouted to no one in particular... except that voice in his head.
Do it then. Kill yourself. Before you kill anyone else.
"I didn't kill anybody!"
You tried to kill Ted and Amy.
"That gun wasn't loaded!" Mort countered, still clutching his head.
Oh really?
"No... NO!"
You almost killed them Mort. You wanted to.
"That gun wasn't loaded!" Mort still objected and he heard a smile curve on his lips for some strange reason.
You still want to.
"NO! SHUT UP!"
Listen to me-
"SHUT UP!"
There is no John Shooter...
Mort stopped clutching his head and raised his head, looking confused. What was the voice talking about? He had evidence, Shooter exists...
There never as been. You invented him, the voice in him spoke with a slur, almost sounding annoyed and lazy.
"Wha-Wha-What? YOU LIE!" Mort growled angrily.
Do you think so? Look around you, can you see a 'John Shooter' coming for you, knocking the door now?
"SHUT UP. Leave me alone!"
Believe what you want. You listened to me, and you refused to hear the truth. But now it's too late. He's coming, Mort. He's coming to get his ending fixed.
"That ending is fine as it is!" Mort shouted, slamming his fists as the wall.
He doesn't think so. He's coming.
And then there was silence. Absolute silence that chilled the bones of Mort Rainey. He looked around frantically. John Shooter exists! He must be!
He seemed to stagger, perplexed as fear started to rise in him like a tsunami enveloping him. His eyes looked around frantically at the house which now had a rather... eerie looking feel to it. Then he saw it, the hat. The black hat that belonged to the supposedly non-existing John Shooter.
There! I have evidence. Mort thought with a mild satisfaction that the voice was wrong.
But hang on a minute... isn't that his?
Mort walked closer to the table where the hat sat. The hat looked alive and it seemed like it would talk to him. The hat was probably dying for Mort to know. For Mort to understand. For Mort to... give in.
But this Mort did not know.
He lifted the black hat in front of his face, exmaining it. Yes, it was truly his. A terrible understanding filled him.
The voice was right. John Shooter didn't exist. He never had.
He exists. In YOU.
A/N: MUHAHAHAHA! Ok I'm going to finish there. I'm going to update one more chapter and it will finish there. Hopefully. lol Please review!