Alrighty this is darkwizard14 here with a real story for the first time ever!
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yes yes I know, this is a shocker. Please be patient with me and leave some comments so I can continue writing for you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Secret Window it belongs to Stephen King nor do I own Harry Potter as J. K. Rowlings owns it. This is in no way for profit. Thank you and enjoy.
Mort Rainey never saw himself as very special, well aside having not one, but two other people living inside of his head. All he did was roll off the couch and went to the kitchen to start his breakfast and these guys in black robes with skull masks popped into existence- quite literally- and attacked him with sticks of wood.
Mort Rainey opened his eyes slowly head fuzzy like he had slept for hours, but that couldn't be, he had stopped taking six hour naps after the whole Shooter incident was done and gone with. He looked around his glasses still on and he could feel the other pair still in his pocket, luckily they didn't seem broken, if they had been he would feel almost sorry for those guys in masks, almost. Morton preferred the thin wire framed glasses to the thicker framed ones that Shooter and himself favored, the ones he was currently wearing in fact. As Mort glanced about the darkly designed room and discovering that the floor of where-ever he was, was really none to comfortable, both Shooter and Morton decided to voice their opinions on the place. "well pilgrim you just let them walk right on over you didn't ya" Shooter taunted from inside of his head, Mort could hear he had a sneer on his face below that round black hat just from his southern drawl. 'this place is even worse than the cabin' Morton the meticulously clean and narcissistic personality of the three complained. ' unless your going to be helpful shut up.' Mort replied glad that he didn't have to talk aloud to the two of them, lest his captors think him insane, which he was. Mort sat up and tool a better look at were he (they) was (were). It was a dark room with a large fireplace on one wall and the other walls were bare, aside from the rather outdated and rusty metal objects that looked like they were made for torturing. Most strange was the lack of door. Mort jumped and turned to look at the fireplace as green flames sprung to life from ashes. The flames died after three people in black robes stepped out of the roaring fireplace not minding the flames. It was hard to tell but Mort was certain that these three had been part of the group who attacked him (them) at his (their) cabin.
Really short I know but it's a start please leave a comment so I can improve and if you have any ideas I would love to hear them!