Struggle For Control
Struggle For Control
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Author’s Note: O.K.,
I have to say a few things before you read this. There are spoilers if you haven’t seen the movie!
#1 – When I went to see this movie
– I rooted for Mort. Psycho or not, it
was hard fo not not to. O.K., he got a
little bit scary when he was finally seen as “John Shooter” – but then at the
end of the movie, he was just so happy and…I digress. He was cute, I liked him, so on to other things.
#2 – I honestly started this fic as
kind of a joke for myself. You have to
stretch things a bit in the fact that the police (who seemed pretty lazy to me
anyway) never found the bodies. Anyway,
I wanted an excuse to write some fluff with Mort Rainey…however, in a matter of
a day, I’ve actually really gotten into the inner/outer dialogue and think that
this is something that’s going to be more serious than I intended.
#3 – Please don’t yell Mary
Sue. It is very hard to keep oneself
out of a fic involving the likes of Mr. Depp.
Maybe it is, maybe it isn’t – ladies, insert yourself into the story and
have a ball! Heehee.
#4 – I’ve come to the conclusion
that you need a key to understand what’s going on here, so her it goes.
then they are his own innocent Mort Rainey thoughts. When the thoughts are written in bold then they are “John
Shooter’s” thoughts. When the thoughts
are written in bold italics they belong to the part of Mort
Rainey that knows everything that’s going with both “Innocent Mort” and “John
Shooter.” Have I confused you?
all of that should make sense. ***Any
other characters’ thoughts are in regular italics and will be by that
character’s name/dialogue to avoid confusion.
#5 – I don’t flame you, so please
don’t flame me – it’s just not nice.
#6 – I own nadda, zip, zero, other
than my OCs.
O.K., all that aside, I give you
chapter one. Enjoy and please review!
***
Mort Rainey had disappeared from
his home in the woods without anyone noticing – or perhaps caring.
lake and seemed a bit too lazy to bother digging up Mort’s property…not that he
would have found much so many months later.
“The Secret Window” had been fixed
and republished and John Shooter appeared to be gone. Strangely enough, the ending of Mort’s story now seemed to ring
true: he honestly couldn’t remember what had happened to the four people he had
murdered…not to mention his – no, Amy’s dog.
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Mort woke up one morning with a
strong urge to leave the cabin and start his life over somewhere new.
smell, and taste of corn. The braces
gone, and his outlook oddly optimistic, he packed up and moved out of
state. His savings account was more
than enough for him to live off of for the rest of his years and he had decided
that writing needed to sit on the back burner for a while…it seemed to make him
– edgy. There was also a part of his
brain that was telling him to stay off of the public radar for a while, but he
wasn’t sure why.
As much as Mort seemed to revel in
the solitude he had in his cabin, the thought of being cut off from socinow
now
made him feel uncomfortable. He used to
be a social creature before Amy had…no, those thoughts didn’t enter his mind
anymore – there was no reason for them to.
He hadn’t heard from Amy in the longest time…not since the papers were
signed – even then, he heard nothing.
He moved into a quiet suburban
neighborhood and felt very at peace with himself. He was congenial with the neighbors, and quite well liked.
house he’d bought – it was quite the “fixer-upper.” He couldn’t help but feel a bit odd when he walked through the
house the first time and saw all of the needed repairs – the bathroom
especially struck him…the mirror and shower door were shattered.
eerie feeling left him.
In actuality, all of those
events in Mort’s life had happened almost two years ago, but again, his
memories were blank of them. The eerie
feelings came now and again when he saw certain objects or heard a particular
sound and every once in a great while, he would have flashes of things in his
sleep that disturbed him, but nothing harsh enough to remember.
and…good.