Date: Fri, 02 May 1997 17:18:59 -0600 From: "Dameron \"Sammi\" Moch" Subject: All the Wishes in the World: Incident (R) All the Wishes in the World: Incident (R) [RAPE] (1/1) by Sammi M. sammi7@airmail.net g_moch@venus.twu.edu Don't ask me where this came from. It was just something I had to write. Those of you who know I write Hunter fluff are going to be really surprised with this one. Shoot! I was surprised. This is not a pretty story. In fact, it's down-right nasty. It deals with an adult situation and I may or may not be able to write the details, but either way - the thoughts are R and not appropriate for anyone under the age of sixteen. There is no romance, lots of hurt and barely any comfort. This is a RAPE story and for those of you who don't like that, bail now. For those of you still here, it's a MULDER RAPE story. Now for those *still* remaining, a little explanation. I am currently working on my professional paper on hate crimes. One of the reports that stood out for me talked about a police officer who was brutally assaulted and the torture he is still going through. This story hurt, probably cause my dad's a cop, and since I'm writing (Or doing some facsimile thereof) in the X-Files arena, I had to purge it from my mind (and soul) in the only way I could. I'll be writing from the reports, so it won't be medically specific. The officer was interviewed at intervals during his recovery and I'll be applying his feelings to Mulder. This is the first part of a three-story arc. The next two are AtWitW: Recovery and AtWitW: Aftermath. ********************************** Archive: Yes ATXC: Yes (Don't have a heart-attack, Lisa) ********************************** Classification: SA (Mulder-angst, Scully-angst, Skinner-angst) Rating: R for now, for adult situations; language; violence; RAPE Summary: A man Mulder helped convict comes back to fulfill a promise and Mulder, Scully and Skinner have to deal with it. Disclaimer: I know this means nothing if you were to call me out on it, but it makes me feel better to say that you, Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting and 10-13 Productions own the main characters. I'm torturing them no worse than you do when you allow the characters into a John Shiban teleplay. ************************************************** Feedback will be welcome and this can be discussed on fictalk. ************************************************** All the Wishes in the World by Sammi M. "I owe you one." A rather harmless phrase when one thinks about it, but it can mean so much more depending on the situation. As a threat of a man convicted to life imprisonment with no thought of parole, it means less than nothing. But, from a man broken free from those endless bars and shackles, it comes through as the ultimate threat or an unforgotten promise. ___________________________________ "I owe you one, Fox." Max Hennessey yelled as he was pulled from the courtroom by two burly and determined bailiffs. "I never forget my promises and you'd do well not to either. I owe you o..." The rest of the sentence died as the door to Max's future closed heavily behind him. Dana Scully stood and faced her partner. "I don't think he likes you much, Mulder." "What clued you in? The endless amount of hate email he sent? How about the letters they found in his cell detailing how he was going to make me suffer?" Fox Mulder snapped his fingers in a parody of a great enlightenment. "Or maybe it was the ranting and raving he was doing all during the sentencing phase?" "Actually, it was the, 'I'm going on a Fox-hunt' tattoo he's been sporting over the last few days." Scully shook her head as she helped her partner stand. "How do you upset these people so? What is it about you that makes others want to kill you?" Mulder winked at his partner as they exited the building. "Don't you mean criminals?" Seeing the confusion on her face, he explained, "You said others and I was asking if you meant criminals." "I said what I meant." He shrugged. "I suppose I just have a way with people. Must be my winning personality or something." "Or something is right. Well, at least you won't ever have to deal with him; he's never seeing the light of a free day again." Scully purposefully walked to the driver's side of the Explorer and held out her hand for the keys. "Hand them over, Mulder. You bet he would get only one life imprisonment for the murders; I bet he'd get consecutive life for each one of them. You lost; I drive." "Yes, Ma'am!" ________________________________________ Two months later "Sir, Forensics just sent the report. The blood on the carpet is a match for his." "And no one has heard from him since last Friday?" A deep sigh, as glasses are removed to massage a tense and throbbing bridge. "Dammit! How is that possible?" "I would normally have checked on him, but I was at my mother's." An offered explanation, spoken quickly in it's claim to guilt. "My brother had a brief leave and we didn't know when he'd ..." "You don't have to explain, Agent Scully. This is not your fault." Regulated breathing to calm frayed nerves. "We should have been notified of Hennessey's escape. Someone else dropped the ball." "But why does Mulder have to pay for it?" _________________________________________ Mulder slowly drifted towards consciousness. As his senses moved him closer to wakefulness, his body screamed at the intense pain that was making itself known in places he had thought he'd hurt before but never this badly. The blanket that had been thrown haphazardly over his naked body, instead of offering comfort and warmth, only served to inflame the tender areas. Mulder knew his hands were tied tight but he felt he could move his legs if needed. Partially bound; definitely gagged. *Why can't these assholes ever pick something clean to ram down your throat. This thing tastes like it's been on the floor of a New York cab.* He shifted to test his legs and moaned as his body shot daggers into his brain telling him to stop. He was only trying to get a feel of things, nothing more. He didn't even contemplate the results of someone being there watching and waiting. "Awww. The Fox is awake. How're ya feelin', Fox? Was I too rough on you last night?" That voice. He knew that voice. But it was impossible. *That* voice couldn't be here because its owner was locked up in the bowels of some far-away prison. *My mind's playing with me again,* Mulder thought. *I let him get to me during the trial and now I'm hearing Hennessey's voice everywhere. Scully'd love this: I'm freaked and I'm hearing things.* As the thoughts ran through his mind, his subconscious recorded everything going on around him. It knew he had to focus more on what was going on or else he'd probably end up dead. What it didn't realize was death wasn't the worst thing that could happen. "You know, Fox? You're my favorite Fibbie, not that I know many. But, of the ones I know, you're my favorite." Hennessey laughed and moved into the bound agent's line of sight. "Surprise! Did ya miss me?" His foot shot out and kicked the helpless man in his exposed abdomen. "I can't tell you how much I've missed you. They say actions speak louder than words; well, I think I'm feelin' like a little action!" The chuckling man resumed the viscious kicks, not stopping even when Mulder managed to curl into himself to protect his already damaged body. Thankfully, Mulder didn't notice either as he slid back into the darkness. ____________________________________________ Mulder startled awake as one does when he feels that someone is watching. The heavy smell of blood surrounded him and he guessed it was probably his. *Shit! Scully's going to kill me for this. I can just see her standing over my newly healed body thinking of all the little doctor things she can do to me to punish me for getting taken. With my luck, she'll bring Skinner along and make it a tag-team effort. Well, I might just spite her; I might just die hear and not give her the satisfaction. I might just ... Scully, I need you! Come get me. Please!* "Back from the dead, eh Fox? I'm sorry about earlier, but I couldn't resist." Hennessey sat cross-legged beside the agent being careful to avoid the small pool of blood around the other man. "I don't know why I did that considering I want you fully conscious and completely aware of what's going to happen to you." He reached out a hand to gently caress the naked and bruised side laid out before him. Mulder shuddered as Max's voice changed to a more soothing, whispering tone. "All of the others were, you know. Fully aware; wonderfully awake." He moved closer to the agent's ear. "It made the experience so much more delicious. Their movements and cries added something; something, so erotic and ..." Max stopped to regain control and looked down to stare into the newly opened eyes of Mulder. "Did you realize my last few were picked because they reminded me of you? Their smile or how they did their hair or the suit they wore." *Not to mention the fact they were all tall, with brown hair and slightly crooked noses,* Mulder thought. "I just couldn't resist; no more than I can resist you." Something nagged at Mulder's mind as he allowed his eyes to take in all of Hennessey. Something about the autopsy reports Scully filed. Mulder grew angry as his mind shied away from what he wanted to recall. He knew it was something his subconscious was trying to protect him from, but he had to know. *Needed* to know. While his thoughts were occupied elsewhere, his eyes registered and noted an odd fact: it was cold - Hennessey was naked. As his subconscious finally released the information it had been steadfastly holding, that one word hit him: naked! Oh God! No! It was almost like Max could feel when Mulder realized what was going to happen. A joyous smile came over his face and his blood started surging through his veins. "Does Fox want to play like the other boys did?" Mulder thought back to Hennessey's victims. He remembered every detail of how this *man* had brutally and visciously raped them repeatedly until he was too tired to continue. Then, and only then, did he slit their throats and grant them blessed release. He remembered the last victim, a boy barely sixteen that he had remarked to Scully could have been a clone of him at that age. The boy hadn't survived long enough for his throat to be cut; his injuries had been so severe, *his* body had given up before Hennessey. All of this flashed across his brain in the space of seconds. *Scully. Please, hurry. I need you!* __________________________________________ Scully paced as much as one could in such a crowded office. She had left Skinner's when he glared and commented about needing a new carpet by the time they found Mulder. It hadn't registered that she had promptly left his office and headed back to the basement. She didn't realize where she was until Skinner called to make sure she had made it down all right. *Hennessey has him. He sexually assaults his victims repeatedly after holding them for forty-eight hours. RAPES his victims. Rapeshisvictimsrapeshisvictimsrapeshisvictimsmuldershisvictimmuldershis ..... Stop this!* She stopped in mid-pace. "Mulder's going to be fine." She said out to no one. "He always is. He's only been gone a little over twenty-four hours. He's going to be fine." "You may just be right, Agent Scully," Walter Skinner answered from the door. When she tossed him a bewildered look, he held up a key. "The door *was* locked, but Mulder and I agreed that I should have access at all times." He sighed. "There's been news. They found the car Hennessey used to get away in the Quarter district. We've got people on their way to tear the area apart. I thought we'd join them." Skinner met her eyes when she made no move to meet him. He remembered the reports as well. "There's no indication he'll change his m.o." Scully acknowledged Skinner's statement as if it were the question they both needed answering. "Hennessey hates change. He considers the 48 hour time-frame a cleansing period. He won't deviate from his established routine." A whisper, almost a prayer. "He can't, please." __________________________________________ Hennessey roughly removed the gag. For the first time, Mulder could speak and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity. "Bastard!" The curse meant to show Hennessey's lack of power over him came out as a raspy whisper. "Uh uh uhhh. No bad words, Fox. I don't like to play with boys who use bad words." *Good, so maybe we won't have to play because I know a whole lot and Scully and Skinner taught me a few more.* "If you insist on using them, I'll have to gag you again and what kind of fun would that be." *Shit!* Max glided his hand down Mulder's side. He laughed as the other man tried to bring his legs up to cover his exposed genitals only to moan when he couldn't. The hand stopped and Mulder prayed this was the end of this particular torture, but no one listens to Fox Mulder's prayers. Hennessey's hand shot out and grabbed his penis in an almost crushing hold and before he could stop himself, he cried out - not in pleasure, but in pain. That hand was joined by another and the pain intensified to the point where he felt he might just pass out into blessed oblivion. Hennessey recognized the reactions and quickly let go. He stood and watched as Mulder sobbed and gasped for air. As if giving comfort, Hennessey carressed the man's hair and gently rubbed his back. he softly moved the agent's bound hands above his head and watched as Mulder's body caused his brain to focus only on the pain these simple actions were causing. *Oh, yes. This one was going to be sweet. All of the others were building up to this one instance; this one moment. I need no further cleansing or preparation. The gods gave their blessings when they gave me him. This is my reward: Fox Mulder's mine!* Hennessey gently, almost reverently, turned Mulder over onto his stomach. The agent's mind finally moved past the pain as it registered the madman's actions. He tried to fight, but his body had nothing to latch on to for strength. Mulder tightened his muscles in an attempt to stop the other from lifting his hips, but Hennessey dug his fingers into an extremely raw area on his body and he went limp as the agony encompassed him. *No,* Mulder screamed inside his mind when his voice wouldn't. *This isn't happening. Scully's on the other side of that door. She'll destroy you before you do me.* Mulder's body jerked forward as it felt the unfamiliar presence of something against his rear. "Don't move too much, Fox; you won't enjoy it as much.," Hennessey crooned as he wrapped his big arms around Mulder's spasming waist. "And I do want you to enjoy this, Fox." He moved his mouth closer to the agent's ear and whispered softly. "You're mine, Fox. Mine!" "Fuck you!" Mulder managed to get out through terrified lips. For a moment, everything stopped. It was as if life had been frozen in that instant like a photographer's still. And then, life, as Special Agent Dr. Fox Mulder knew it, ceased. He knew it as surely as his next painful breath or his agonized scream. He knew *this* was the end as soon as Max Hennessey penetrated him with such force and intensity that he felt it knife his soul. *I'm dead,* was the last coherent thought he had as his mind shattered and gave itself over to the white-hot pain of nothing. _________________________________________ Scully stopped and grabbed her head. "Oh, God!" As soon as her scream pierced the air, Skinner was beside her, taking her arm and offering her support. "Agent Scully, are you all right?" "We have to find him," she begged her superior. "We have to!" "We're doing everything we can. This is a big area and they could be anywhere. It's going to take time." Scully shook her head and moved out of her bosses hold. "No. He doesn't have the luxury of time any more, Sir." Skinner jumped at her admission and fought to abet the images that flashed through his mind. *He didn't need this! Why? Why him and why now?* In that instant, Walter Skinner made the decision that no matter what it took, no matter what the risks, he'd be there for his agent. His friend. "Hulin! Navarro! I want you to get as many men out here as you can find. I want this area torn apart and I want it done yesterday! If anyone so much as gets a hint of Hennessey, I want to know before his next breath!" While he barked orders like only an ex-marine could, he had steadily moved closer to Scully. He reached out a hand to touch the fragile ... *God! I never thought of it as fragile before.* ... hand of his other agent. His other friend. "We'll find him and we'll bring him back. No matter what. We won't let him go, Scully." ____________________________________________ Consciousness. Blood. Awareness. Screams. Can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe..... Pounding. Ripping. Burning. Hell. Ramming. Can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe..... Damned. Death. ....Please? ______________________________________________ "Are you sure?" Skinner barked at the subordinate. "I don't want a mistake like the last time! Agent Mulder's life depends on this!" Scully ran to the group of agents and pushed her way to Skinner. "Sir?" "Tuncle found one of the vagrants who remembers seeing a man fitting Hennessey's description dragging another man into the building on grid G7. We're mobilizing every body in the vicinity and moving out as soon as humanly possible." "I'm in first!" As long as Skinner lived he hoped he never saw that look on Scully's face again. Her eyes had hardened to chips of blue ice sharper than any diamond created. The fragility was gone. Mulder's avenging angel was ready to meet out her wrath and all in her way were damned. What else could he do. "I'm with Scully. Tuncle, you take Perez and form B-Squad. Navarro, Hulin, you're with us. When the dust settles, I want Agent Mulder alive. Is that clear?" Watching the acknowledgments. "Move out." While the various teams took their positions, Scully pulled her Sig out and checked it. When she finished, she nodded to Skinner and they headed toward the building. ______________________________________________ Hennessey was enjoying himself even without Mulder's screams. Those had died down quite some time ago, but he was still making little whimpers that sent tiny thrills along his spine. Oh, yes. This was good. He noticed Mulder was fading again so he reached down and slapped him hard. The weakened man moaned but had no other response. Hennessey became enraged and renewed his efforts pummeling his body into the agent's, demanding a response. He was so focused on what he was doing, he missed the signs of activity happening around the room. He didn't realize he was not alone until he looked up into Scully's eyes as she leveled her gun at him. That was all he registered as the woman framed in fury pulled the trigger and his brain exploded. "Freeze." Scully whispered as Hennessey's body sans his head fell over Mulder's lifeless form. She moved aside as Skinner ran over to remove the corpse and check his agent. Scully lowered her gun, holstered it and removed her coat all in silence. She walked over to Skinner as he frantically worked to get a response out of Mulder. "Come on, Mulder. I need to know you're in there so I can requisition the leave time! Mulder!" Scully took her coat and covered the naked and bleeding body of her partner and put her hand on Skinner's trembling one. "We need the paramedics in here now. I'll stay with him; he'll come back to me." Skinner nodded and stood. He started barking orders to the agents in the room, but Scully ignored him as she began to work on Mulder. "I'm here, Mulder. No one can hurt you any more. I took care of Hennessey; he won't bother you. Come on back to me, Partner." As she moved the coat to check the tortured body lying so still in front of her, sobs threatened to overtake her. There was not an inch of his body that didn't have a bruise or a cut on it. *Why is there so much blood? Why isn't he responding? Why him? Why!* Scully's rational mind knew a lot of the blood was Hennessey's and that Mulder's breathing could be seen by the jerky rise and fall of his chest, but ... "Mulder, give me something here. Don't go off by yourself this time. Let me help you?" She gently maneuvered his head into her lap and softly caressed his mask-like face. "Come on, Mulder. Show me something, anything!" She held her breath as his cheek twitched and one tear rolled down his face to quietly drop off his bruised chin. Then, and only then did Scully allow her own tears to fall. End of first part Next part soon. 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