Disclaimer: THE X-FILES ARE NOT MINE NO NO NO NO NO!
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I can feel people trying to get me to move. I can feel people trying to take away her body, but that only makes her clutch it tighter. It's not fair. It didn't matter how tight I was holding her, she just slipped away. It's as if I'm watching my life from somewhere else and it's all on mute. I can't hear a thing. All I hear is her cries. I remember how they killed her, no tortured her until she finally died. They were on the other side of one of those two way mirror things, and I was tied to a chair on the other side. They stabbed her, but not too deep, and not in places that would make her die right away. They just slowly and painfully tortured her. She called out my name, over and over. But all I could do was watch. When I got to her she was still alive. She looked up at me and I told her I loved her. She smiled and said "Mulder...I..." and then she was gone..
"Mulder I what?!?!?!? Mulder I what?!?!?!?!"
Skinner came up behind me and eventually pried me away from her, but I kept screaming. Tears were now streaming down my face uncontrollably.
"NO! Scully! She needs me! Scully! SCULLY!"
Skinner tightened his arms around mine and held them behind me. But I faut to get away and back to her.
"MULDER I WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?"
I flung from Skinner's grip and began running down the street after the ambulace they took Scully's dead body away in. All that jogging was paying off because I kept up too.
"SCULLY!"
I cought up with them when they were at a red light and I began to bang on the back.
"SCULLY!"
I opened it and climbed in where she was. I unzipped the bag and grabbed her hand. My tears made her hands and her face wet. I could feel people pulling at me but I could hear nothing for her screams still haunted me.
"Scully I'm sorry..I tried..Scully TALK TO ME!"
I felt a pinching kind of in my arm then it all went dark. That's all I remember. Now I'm here where they monitor me and keep me drugged. Skinner is the only one who cares enough to visit still. Well Scully's mother does too, just out of guilt I think. I asked him if everyone got a big kick out of Spooky Mulder finally cracking. He just changed the topic. He doesn't have to answer though I already know the answer. I can't even sleep anymore, not peacefully. I hear her screams, and her pleas, and he cries, and I hear their evil laughing as they bring pain to my Scully. Ever time it gets quite I can still hear her voice and I can hear her laugh. Her mother gave me a picture of us together. The only picture of the two of us together in the world I think. But that doesn't include the occasional newspaper clipping about Mr. and Mrs. Spooky. I miss her terribly and I feel it's my fault she was so close......yet so far away.
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I can feel people trying to get me to move. I can feel people trying to take away her body, but that only makes her clutch it tighter. It's not fair. It didn't matter how tight I was holding her, she just slipped away. It's as if I'm watching my life from somewhere else and it's all on mute. I can't hear a thing. All I hear is her cries. I remember how they killed her, no tortured her until she finally died. They were on the other side of one of those two way mirror things, and I was tied to a chair on the other side. They stabbed her, but not too deep, and not in places that would make her die right away. They just slowly and painfully tortured her. She called out my name, over and over. But all I could do was watch. When I got to her she was still alive. She looked up at me and I told her I loved her. She smiled and said "Mulder...I..." and then she was gone..
"Mulder I what?!?!?!? Mulder I what?!?!?!?!"
Skinner came up behind me and eventually pried me away from her, but I kept screaming. Tears were now streaming down my face uncontrollably.
"NO! Scully! She needs me! Scully! SCULLY!"
Skinner tightened his arms around mine and held them behind me. But I faut to get away and back to her.
"MULDER I WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?"
I flung from Skinner's grip and began running down the street after the ambulace they took Scully's dead body away in. All that jogging was paying off because I kept up too.
"SCULLY!"
I cought up with them when they were at a red light and I began to bang on the back.
"SCULLY!"
I opened it and climbed in where she was. I unzipped the bag and grabbed her hand. My tears made her hands and her face wet. I could feel people pulling at me but I could hear nothing for her screams still haunted me.
"Scully I'm sorry..I tried..Scully TALK TO ME!"
I felt a pinching kind of in my arm then it all went dark. That's all I remember. Now I'm here where they monitor me and keep me drugged. Skinner is the only one who cares enough to visit still. Well Scully's mother does too, just out of guilt I think. I asked him if everyone got a big kick out of Spooky Mulder finally cracking. He just changed the topic. He doesn't have to answer though I already know the answer. I can't even sleep anymore, not peacefully. I hear her screams, and her pleas, and he cries, and I hear their evil laughing as they bring pain to my Scully. Ever time it gets quite I can still hear her voice and I can hear her laugh. Her mother gave me a picture of us together. The only picture of the two of us together in the world I think. But that doesn't include the occasional newspaper clipping about Mr. and Mrs. Spooky. I miss her terribly and I feel it's my fault she was so close......yet so far away.