A/N: Well I've proven that I can still write so here is the next installment.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen, Mort Rainey." The crowd applauded and Mort took the stage.
"Hello. Um I guess that all of you read the new story. And noticed that it isn't really that different. Well all except the ending. So do any of you have questions?"
"Yeah. What made you change the ending?"
"Well. This was a better ending. Um yes, you."
"Did you change the ending in real life as well?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"Did you kill your wife?"
"No. There was a man who thought I had stolen his story and he wouldn't leave me alone. Things got out of hand so I rewrote the story with the ending he thought up. It does have his name on the author's page. It says 'by John Shooter'. That's not me."
Sands watched his brother answer question after question and wondered why he didn't just take out a gun and shoot them all. Not one person had said a single thing about his mustache and he was really getting ticked off.
"That's enough for now." Mort looked at Sands after he said this in a manner that said that someone wasn't finished talking.
"Excuse me asswipe, but I wasn't finished yet. I was in the middle of asking a question. And what's with the fake mustache?"
Sands smiled as he pulled out his gun. He aimed it at the man in the crowd and pulled the trigger. The screams of the audience filled the hall and Sands chuckled as he heard them scamper about.
"Shel what was that for?"
"That was because they were all idiots. You're just lucky that I didn't shoot all of them. I would've, but it would be bad publicity for you. Now let's go to the next stop."
"No."
"You have to go. Your fans are waiting for you."
"Promise that you won't shoot anyone?"
"I can't promise that until I know that they won't ask stupid questions."
"Promise!"
"No. Now let's go." Sands walked out of the café without even listening to see if Mort was following him. They arrived at Borders at no time at all.
"Shel please don't shoot anyone. I called an ambulance to the man that you shot, but he was already dead."
"I know he was. That's why I shot him in the head. I didn't want to ever hear his whiny little voice again."
That appearance was fairly easy and Sands barely threatened anyone. Barely being the keyword. Mort was still sitting down and talking to fans when Sands came over and tapped Mort on the shoulder.
"Time to leave. You don't want to miss your flight."
"Oh right. Well it was nice talking to you all. Bye."
On the car ride to the airport Sands was practically sulking in the seat.
"Why did you say it was nice talking to them? You wanted to leave. I could hear it in your voice and yet you lied. Why?"
"Because they read my book."
"That was published years ago anyway. The only thing that was any different was the ending. A waste of time if you ask me."
"That's your opinion."
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Okay so I started it again because I, as I said, proved to myself that I can write again. I hope you all still like it and Thanks for reading!