This was an idea my friend Nina and I had. She's written Chapter Three and I wrote the other two so far. So she gets mucho credits!!! This isn't my favorite episode, but jealous Mulder/Moody Scully are OH SO irresistible to write for! :D:D:D Hope you enjoy. 3
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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
"If there are no further motions, the Superior court of the state of Pennsylvania Declares case no. BD270 closed."
"BAM!'' The judges gavel rapped like a slap in Edward Jerse's face. He knew this is the way it would end, but now that his divorce was final, he sunk lower than he ever had.
She looks so happy over there, he thought. Too happy. He wanted to slap that pretty little smile right off of Cindy's face. There she was, shaking her lawyers hands, looking as proud as a new mama.
He glanced down at the piece of paper in front of him, reading the words but not actually seeing them. He knew his lawyer was standing over him somewhere, waiting anxiously for Ed to sign them.
*No way out*
Looking back at his moments-away-to-be-ex-wife, he braced himself, picked up a pen, and slashed his signature.
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Strains of 'Tattooed Love Boys' came crashing through the bar. guess 'strains' wasn't the right word. 'Blare' was a better one.
*Miserable sonofabitch*
Ed downed his latest whiskey and didn't sigh. It felt like he should sigh, but he wasn't that sort of a man. Pain. That was his outlet.
Do you know what you are? He asked himself. you're pathetic. Pathetic and Worthless. he let that word wash over him, let it sink in. There it was. There was the pain.
*Not worth anything. not worth your car, your house, your kids.*
Especially not your kids.
He pointed to the bar hopefully as the bar tender walked by.
"No way, man. pay up."
Money money money and more money. He took out his wallet and handed the tender his credit card, wondering to himself if there was anything left on it. Oh well, He'd find out soon enough. Oh. look at that.
flipping through his wallet he noticed a picture of himself and his boys. His boys?
Her boys. He took a drag of his cigarette, making the red tip glow brighter. Something was wrong about the picture. Something didn't belong. Leaning forward he burnt himself out of the picture. there.
There.
That was better.
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It was storming as Ed left the bar. Haha. Miserable man. No car! No matter. He'd get back to his apartment somehow. Ooh, he was drunk. But lucid! He wasn't sure if that was possible.
He gravitated toward the bright neon light of the tattoo parlor, seeking a little shelter from the rain under the overhang. All the different display tattoos caught his eye:
Devils, witches, death, sculls-
His eyes went elsewhere. To the pinups. and the girls. Lighting crashed as he looked into a dark-haired beauty winking coyly, with the words 'Never Again' written underneath her.
And he knew what he had to do.
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He got to the place he had called 'home' the last 3 months, threw off his shirt, and started taking off the bandage. He HAD to see her.
*RIIIIP!*
There she was. She looked sunburned from the tattooing, but she was still so beautiful. She seemed to look into his eyes, as if she could read his mind.
Suddenly, waves of nausea racked Ed's Pain. Terrible, terrible pain. Crying out, he sank to his knees, then not being able to stand it, he passed out from the pain.
If Ed Jerse had been conscious, he would have seen that the girl wasn't winking anymore.
Both eyes were open, her wicked mouth smiling in laughter.
TO BE CONTINUED....