Secret Window drabble - Two Words
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Title: Two Words
Author:
order_of_chaos
Fandom: Secret Window
For:
khohen1
Characters: Mort, random expendable character who is possibly a psychiatrist.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A conversation, dialogue only where they each say only two words at a time. It worked surprisingly well, I thought.
Warnings: Death of random expendable character.
AN:
khohen1 - this isn't the drabble
I promised you - that's still in progress - this is a side effect of
writing it. And therefore your fault, and therefore yours.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not mine. But fun to play with.
“Trust me.”
“I can’t.”
“You won’t.”
“That too.”
“But why?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Tell me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“But I…”
“Tell me.”
“Alright. I…”
“Go on.”
“I’m Shooter.”
“The killer.”
“Him. Yes.”
“Not Mort?”
“I’m both.”
“Two names?”
“Yes. No.”
“What, then?”
“Two people.”
“You mean…?”
“I’m Mort.”
“For now.”
“That’s right.”
“I… see.”
“You don’t.”
“I do.”
“Not really.”
“Tell me?”
“Shooter… kills.”
“Kills who?”
“Ted. Amy.”
“Who’s Amy?”
“My wife.”
“And Ted?”
“Her boyfriend.”
“I see.”
“Do you.”
“You’re hurt.”
“Maybe so.”
“Shooter’s angry.”
“Chico, too.”
“Chico’s angry?”
“No. Dead.”
“Who’s Chico?”
“My dog.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“No? But…”
“Time’s up.”
“What? No.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t.”
“Goodbye, precious.”
Thwack. Splatter.
Thud.
Author:
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Fandom: Secret Window
For:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Characters: Mort, random expendable character who is possibly a psychiatrist.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A conversation, dialogue only where they each say only two words at a time. It worked surprisingly well, I thought.
Warnings: Death of random expendable character.
AN:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Disclaimer: Not mine. But fun to play with.
“Trust me.”
“I can’t.”
“You won’t.”
“That too.”
“But why?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Tell me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
“But I…”
“Tell me.”
“Alright. I…”
“Go on.”
“I’m Shooter.”
“The killer.”
“Him. Yes.”
“Not Mort?”
“I’m both.”
“Two names?”
“Yes. No.”
“What, then?”
“Two people.”
“You mean…?”
“I’m Mort.”
“For now.”
“That’s right.”
“I… see.”
“You don’t.”
“I do.”
“Not really.”
“Tell me?”
“Shooter… kills.”
“Kills who?”
“Ted. Amy.”
“Who’s Amy?”
“My wife.”
“And Ted?”
“Her boyfriend.”
“I see.”
“Do you.”
“You’re hurt.”
“Maybe so.”
“Shooter’s angry.”
“Chico, too.”
“Chico’s angry?”
“No. Dead.”
“Who’s Chico?”
“My dog.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.”
“No? But…”
“Time’s up.”
“What? No.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t.”
“Goodbye, precious.”
Thwack. Splatter.
Thud.