Shoot Her

A/N: Blllaaaaaahhhhhh---! Here I am again! -laughs wickedly- Now let us begin reading, dear Secret Window lovers!

Disclaimer: You might think me crazy meself but... I LOVE CRAZY MORT! And normal Mort. -sigh- I love Secret Window. The end anyway. So here I go again to babble why I should own Secret Window. Come on, gimme that look, yes that look stating you don't want to hear me babble like a stupid maniac. There, better. Now, where was I? Oh yes, I do not own Crazy/Normal Mort, John Shooter (which was previously inside the (blahdiblahhhhhhh's), Amy & Ted (who both don't come out but, they were mentioned anyway) and whatever (or whoever) else that had appeared in the greatest and freakiest movie of all, SECRET WINDOW! Ok continue----!

Now 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!

Dead

"No... that's impossible. He doesn't exist. How can he exist in me?" Mort whispered, terrified as he dropped the black hat. He whirled his face in front of the mirror. He seemed to stare for an answer to his question.

Luckily, he got one.

Why can't I, Mr. Rainey?

Mort jumped and saw to his shock and horror a evil grin curve on his reflection. The reflection of Mort still kept grinning back at the terrified Mort Rainey.

"What- What is happening to me?"

The reflection shimmered and changed as the grinning Mort was gone, replaced by a reflection where Mort could see Shooter behind him. He gave a gasp and looked back at him to see no one. Then his eyes looked up at the stairs and saw Shooter looking back at him with the same evil grin the reflection of Mort wore before.

"Oh I think you know. I think you have a real good idea."

Mort stared back with wide eyes.

"You don't exist..." Mort managed to say as he saw John Shooter descend the stairs with a calm look on his face.

"Me? I exist, Mr. Rainey. I exist because... you made me."

Mort suddenly saw a flash of his younger self joking around with Amy, wearing the black hat. He could see Amy laughing as his younger self said, "I'm a dairy farmer from Mississippi!"

"You thought me up, Mr. Rainey."

Another flash came to Mort as he saw himself stabbing a screwdiver into Tom's head with most vicious movement.

"You didn't have to stomache to do all those things. I did them things... so you wouldn't have to," Shooter continued to speak. Mort looked horrified as ever, and he felt the blood drain from his face.

"No... no. It can't be. It couldn't be..." Mort muttered

"If you hadn't babbled to those two men, they would have lived you know. But you did it anyway," Shooter spoke, enjoying the frightened look on Mort's face. His grin curled even more wider.

Mort was speechless. He should never have called for them. But.. he didn't kill them. Shooter killed them.

"Mr. Rainey... I told you I need my ending rewritten."

Mort looked up at John Shooter with a disgusted look now on his face. Why had he made such a disgusting creation? Why?

"You're not gonna have me, Shooter."

Shooter looked rather annoyed as he continued to descend the stairs. He finally stood on the ground and his gaze was now on the hat. His hat.

"Pick it up, Mr. Rainey."

Mort stared down at the black hat and then looked up at Shooter with a glare.

"No."

Shooter's eyes bored into Mort as he felt an unusal force leaning his back and picking up the hat in his hands before he could stop himself. Mort looked at Shooter's satisfied look with disbelief.

"You're part of me, Mr. Rainey. And I to you."

Shooter walked forth, closing closer to Mort. Mort stepped back and then angrily he threw the black hat at Shooter's direction. The hat whirled in midair before dropping down in a elegant swoop down to the ground, like a plane crashing. Shooter raised an eyebrow and then picked up the hat near his feet.

"That is no way to treat a object. Especially objects that are not yours."

"Shut up! That hat is mine! You don't exist!" Mort shouted as he ran for the door. Out of nowhere he saw Shooter in front of him, blocking the way for his escape.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Mort snarled, eyes flaring angrily. Shooter only smiled back at him, and then wore the hat on his head.

"You're going nowhere, Mr. Rainey. My ending will be fixed."

Mort staggered back, fear in his eyes as he heard a car pull up outside the house. He saw, from the small window, Amy's form getting out of the car. His eyes became wider as he realised what Shooter was about to do.

"-And in time, her death will be a mystery even to him."

Shooter looked up with a nodd at Mort's understanding.

"My ending will be fixed, Mr. Rainey."

Mort started to cry as he stared wide eyed in horror at who Shooter was going to do next.

"It's time for you to die now."

Mort managed to gasp as he whispered, "Go away... Amy, Go away..."

Then darkness enveloped him.

A/N: Okeedokee, I hoped you liked it! Now tell me if you liked it by reviewing:DDDDDDDDD