Author: Kate
Disclaimer: All characters that you recognize
don't belong to me
Rating: not rated - contains some coarse
language
Content: character POV - mainly
Archive: sure, just
please keep my name attached, and let me know where
Feedback: Definitely
appreciated - it's fun to hear what you think
Spoilers:
None
Author's notes:
This is a sad one, people. I have chosen not to
rate it given I think it can't be categorized. Things happen, but life goes on,
usually.
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Silence. Darkness. Watching.
Waiting.
*****
*Changes*
Author:
Kate
*****
July 2, 2000
4:03 a.m.
The
silence breaks.
"Mulder!"
*****
* Hatred is compelling. It derives from anger and evolves into a
persistent nagging consequence. *
July 1, 2000
11:56
p.m.
I watch in amazement. The two figures in the distance are
communicating; however, no words are being spoken. Darkness and silence surround
me, yet I am oblivious to it. I am in awe at the connection presented before
me.
I was unsure of my destination when I first ventured away from my
home, I just knew that I could no longer tolerate the compelling desire to -
change. Change what? I did not know. However, I was certain when I first caught
the glimpse of the familiar faces before me in the darkness that this was my
answer. I needed to change this.
In the near distance I watched the
apartment window through the drizzle of rain from the security of my black
Sedan. The two sit beside each other on the couch, the flickering light from the
TV illuminating their expressions. They speak to each other with simple glances
and the slightest touches; I'm disgusted. Primarily at myself for allowing this
relationship to prosper as long as it had, I should have dealt with it the
moment I met that stupid bastard. It would make this easier on
everyone.
My eyes narrowed into loathing piercing slits, as that man in
the room above me rose from the couch, approached the window and gazed outwards.
I detest the sight of him. My hatred swelled when Dana approached him from
behind and rested her hands upon his shoulders. I couldn't see her mouth
although by his reaction I know she spoke to him. He smiled, although it soon
faded, he turned his back to me to face Dana. He stood there momentarily and
then side stepped Dana, a saddened expression crossed her face as he left. Was
she actually sad to see him go?
Watching him leave the building, I
debated how to proceed. Should I leave and change this later? No, this needed to
be dealt with now. I knew what had to be done. This sorry son of a bitch has
interfered too many times for this to continue. It's a sign. I sighed and
started the vehicle.
*****
The windshield wipers hummed a
rhythmic, mechanical beat as the drizzle increased to a pounding storm,
lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a clap of thunder. Though, I could
not hear it, the taillights in the distance obtained all my focus. I wasn't
concerned with any other surroundings. I decided against the radio, I needed
silence; I could only hear silence. A steady thumping inside my temples
increased rapidly; I knew what the cure would be.
*****
I followed
Fox Mulder for 15 minutes across town to his own apartment, traffic was light.
Upon arrival, my objective made a poor attempt at parallel parking; however, he
managed to squeeze his government issued dark blue Taurus in the tight space. I
pulled over about a block away, turned off my vehicle and watched.
Waited.
Mulder exited his vehicle rapidly and made a hasty retreat to the
comfort of his apartment building. My eyes pierced the stormy night in the
general direction of the doors as I imagined him waiting for the elevator,
getting inside and making the small journey to the 4th floor. A single lamp
appeared inside my targeted apartment window soon accompanied by the blue
flicker of the TV. I imagine him sitting on the couch thinking of Dana. I
shudder.
Suddenly, I am aware of the chill that has settled upon my
body. I wrap my arms around myself trying to obtain the slightest comfort from
them, with none coming I felt it was safe to restart my car and turn on the
heat. I checked the time: 12:45, how precise. Instantly I feel exhausted and
cramped. Sitting within such confined quarters always made me consumed with
fatigue. Assuring myself that I had ample amount of time I laid my head back and
closed my eyes, momentarily, although soon I was overwhelmed with
sleep.
*****
July 2, 2000
1:57 a.m.
Headlights
approached the silent building as another government vehicle drifted steadily
down the street past the occupied Sedan with the sleeping predator. Parking a
few cars down from that of her partner, Special Agent Dana Scully exited the
driver's side of her near identical burgundy Taurus, with a FBI case folder in
hand. Walking across the street, Scully made her way purposely down the front
walk to the lobby doors of Mulder's apartment.
*****
2:54
a.m.
I startle awake to the sound of screeching tires as some drunken
teens speed down the road and whistle past my car. I mumble sleepily and use a
hand to vigorously rub the life back into my eyes.
My gaze drifts upwards
as I inspect the window that held my attention earlier. No change, except the
lamp that had once been on is now off. I strategically plan my next move. I went
over several different methods of attack in my head: I surprise him in his
apartment while he sleeps, I wait for him in the morning when he gets into his
car, or I knock on his apartment door and wait for him to answer. More waiting,
more watching.
I am consumed by the darkness around me, the streetlight
above me has been shattered and the moon is hidden by some storm clouds. Silence
engulfs me, I am oblivious to the world, yet I am not entirely aware of the
effect this hatred has had on me. I sigh, so absorbed by my thoughts, that I
don't notice the figures that have exited the building.
*****
3:03
a.m.
My mind washes clear of my thoughts and I return to my
surroundings, my eyes lazily wander up the four stories to the window. Nothing.
Dammit! The TV has been turned off and from what I recall this guy *always* had
his TV on when he was home alone. I open the car door, and stand outside; the
storm has lightened, once again to a drizzle. I squint my, now, sharpened and
alert eyes and search the block hoping to find what I already knew wouldn't be
there. His car. Gone.
*****
The pounding animosity within my head
increases as my anger swells. I race purposely away from the curb; nearly
sideswiping a burgundy Taurus parked down the road, across the street from
Mulder's apartment building.
How could I be so careless? I have decided
to deal with this and then let him enter his car and slip away from me so
easily. I am disgusted, once again at myself.
I speed recklessly down the
nearly abandoned streets. Casting my eagle eyes in all directions, searching for
my prey.
Frustrated and angered, I have decided it is useless, he could
have gone anywhere. I reach the city limits when suddenly I spot the taillights
of a dark blue Taurus in the distance. I cry out in victory and gradually slow
to the speed limit, keeping the car in my sights. My target and the hatred
revolving around me ultimately consumed me, causing the rest of the world to
fade away.
*****
3:46 a.m.
Mulder checked his rear view
mirror once again, just to be positive. They were definitely being
followed.
Mulder glanced to the passenger seat beside him. Scully had
rested her head against the window and was sleeping soundly. He hated to wake
her.
"Scully," she mumbled something softly and Mulder reached over to
brush her cheek, "Scully wake up," her eyes opened lazily and Mulder stated
matter-of-factly, "I think we're being followed."
Scully gazed forward
and absorbed the scenery that whistled past as she and Mulder sped down a gravel
road bordered by tall woods. Mulder checked the mirror once again. Scully
noticed, and realized he was serious. More alert now Scully turned to glance
over her shoulder just in time to see rapidly approaching headlights slam into
their rear bumper.
"Oh Shhii...!" Mulder gasped as he struggled
hopelessly to regain control of the vehicle. Regardless of his efforts another
forceful crash caused Scully to brace herself as it sent the Taurus with Mulder
and herself strapped inside, plummeting over the edge of the road down through
the tree embankment.
*****
3:48 a.m.
I exited my Sedan
and cursed as I surveyed the damage he did to my car, bastard. Returning to the
driver's side, I reached in and produced my weapon, I double-checked that it was
loaded. It was. I silently descended down the embankment, gun in hand, hoping I
would find him alive so he knew it was me before I wiped that smug grin off his
face with the simple pull of a trigger. I smiled.
*****
3:50
a.m.
Scully opened her eyes with a start; she immediately recalled
what had occurred moments before. Worried, she glanced next to her,
"Mulder?"
Mulder stirred and opened his eyes.
Scully instantly
assessed the situation. She was certain Mulder had a slight concussion, due to
the gash on his temple and his slightly dilated pupil. Gazing alertly around the
interior Scully assumed that it would not be difficult to free themselves. The
doors were not jammed. Unbuckling herself and Mulder in the process Scully
leaned gently against the door and pulled on the handle.
Scully steadied
herself as she exited the passenger side of the damaged Taurus. She carefully
maneuvered around the vehicle to Mulder's side, keeping one hand on the hood for
balance. Upon approaching Mulder's side she grasped the door handle and tugged
violently. His door was jammed more than she expected. Scully adjusted her grip
on the handle and placed one foot up on the side of the car for more power.
Using all her strength, she jerked more forcefully.
The door swiftly
sprung open sending an unexpecting Scully flailing wildly to ultimately land on
her ass. "Dammit," she stated exasperated.
Regaining her composure,
Scully elevated herself and helped a dazed Mulder out of the car. Scully
supported most of Mulder's weight as he leaned on her shoulders. Nevertheless,
she managed to maneuver the connected pair a short distance from the car through
a small wooded brush.
The dense bush bordered a small open area with a
single spruce residing along the edge. Leaning Mulder against it, his side to
the bush Scully asked, "Mulder, can you hear me?" He answered with a slight nod
as he tried to regain his senses.
Satisfied that he was going to be fine,
with the help of some equipped paramedics, she stated, "I'll be right
back."
Scully turned away from her partner to hike back the distance they
had just came. She needed to retrieve her cell phone from her coat pocket, which
she absent-mindedly left in the car.
*****
3:57 a.m.
I
glanced at my watched impatiently and was acutely aware of the restlessness
building within myself. I was surprised at the impending steep slope as I
continued my descent, and the ultimately increasing distance that I was
travelling down it. Suddenly I became worried, what if I had already passed the
wreck? Anxiety rose. However, immediately I relaxed and smiled. I saw the faint
glimmer of metal in the near distance as the full moon peaked its way through
the lifting clouds.
*****
Frustrated at the lack of reception her
cell phone had offered near the Taurus, Scully climbed the treed incline until
she received a dial tone. Dialing 911 yet again and placing the receiver to her
ear, Scully looked up somewhat distraught, her eyes focusing on the road above
her.
Nervousness overwhelmed her.
A black sedan was parked along
the road near where their car had left for its journey down the slope.
Headlights still on and windshield wipers screeching against the dry glass, the
rain had stopped.
Panic flooded Scully's mind as she realized the
situation they were in. Danger was searching for them.
Scully whispered,
"Mulder," as she turned hastily to retreat to where she left her partner
helpless.
*****
3:59 a.m.
I approached the car, which,
to my surprise was in remarkably better condition that I had fantasized. I
squeezed my eyes shut as I reached the driver's door, anticipating the sight of
his revolting face. My eyes opened. Nothing.
Anger boiled inside me. Did
he climb up the embankment and pass me as his fate headed steadily towards him?
I turned around fiercely; I noticed a fresh trail of broken branches winding
through a dense tree line. Relieved, I smiled with anticipation, and
followed.
*****
Worry increased to absolute fear as Scully reached
the open area when she had left her dazed partner. Camouflaged by the safety of
the thick bush, Scully watched as a tall figure stood next to the tree where her
partner had been sitting near the bush. Oh God.
Scully released the
breath she didn't realize she had been holding. The silence around her was
terrifying.
Scully silently crept towards where she knew Mulder was. She
froze. Mulder lay still under the shadow the haunting figure cast upon him. One
thought crossed Scully's mind:
* Mulder. Dead.
*
*****
Where the hell is he? I became disgusted with the fact
that I couldn't find a large, injured man, who is probably lying unconscious
somewhere in this small area.
I stood standing next to a lone spruce,
gazing confused into the distance. The moon cast my shadow in an interesting
manner upon the dense silent brush. I debated how I should next try to find
him.
The sudden distinct snapping of twigs in the near distance caught my
attention. I turned.
*****
Without warning Scully bolted into a
full sprint towards the Nike shoes that pointed towards
her.
*****
4:02.59 a.m.
I broke into a victorious
smile. Raising my arm purposely I fired my gun at my long sought after target as
he leapt up and began running. Then I heard it.
"Mulder!"
The
silence broke.
I knew the voice.
A gun
dropped.
*****
After Scully had left, Mulder was overwhelmed by
the head injury he had endured during the accident. Slumping over into the
ultimately life saving shelter of the bush, Mulder had passed out, yet
again.
He awoke abruptly to the unmistakable thunder of a gunshot
followed by a harsh thump of something landing on his chest. He sat up and was
shocked at the sight before him.
His partner, friend, and life lay in
his lap bleeding from a terminal bullet wound in the chest. His
Scully.
"Scully?" Mulder whispered through choked tears, "Oh God."
Mulder looked around through teary eyes shocked and stunned and saw a
figure slumped in a heap. The head rose and stared at them, then
approached.
Mulder opened his mouth in an attempt to speak, but nothing
happened.
Suddenly, Mulder saw Scully looking into his eyes. Love, pain,
and shock stared at him. He traced her face with now a blood covered finger; she
sighed at his touch and turned her head.
The figure that ventured from
hatred and corruption was staring down upon her. Scully looked into the
tear-rimmed eyes of darkness,
"Bill?"
*****
My
mouth opened, I could not speak.
Shocked and angered, I watched her close
her eyes. They would never open again.
My sister died in the arms of her
weeping partner.
I turned and ran.
It started to rain.
* Death is misery, but how is that different than life?
*
- Case File: Sc0403-83 -
In care of Assistant Director
Walter Skinner, FBI
Addendum to case report. Three hours after
fleeing the scene of the death of Special Agent Dana Katherine Scully, brother
of the deceased William Scully, Jr. was arrested for murder in the first degree
and conspiring to commit another. An autopsy early yesterday morning confirmed
that the victim died of substantial blood loss and internal bleeding caused by a
single gunshot wound to the chest.
Currently the suspect is being held in
an institution for psychiatric patients. Necessary precautions are being taken
to endure with the suspect's suicidal tendencies. The suspect claims:
"I didn't plan to kill her, oh God. I just couldn't live with it...
I wanted him [-Agent FOX MULDER] to die... I needed it to change. I'm sorry...
he didn't die..."
As for the Agent Scully's FBI partner, Fox William
Mulder, his body was found early this morning, 5:56 a.m. July 7th, 2000. Death
occurred by a single gunshot wound to the head, apparently self-inflicted. A
single note read:
"My faith is in the truth, we will find it
Scully."
Investigation into the suicide is pending.
As of this
time there is no logical explanation for the breakdown in psychosis of the
suspect. Presently, psychiatric evaluations are being preformed; however, no
plausible solutions are arising. The suspect will be held until a further time
when doctors are confident he is stable enough to stand trial. Until further
notice Case File Sc0403-83 is officially closed.
*****
The End.
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