TITLE: Red (155 Words)
AUTHOR: Marlen
RATED: PG
CATEGORY: Post-Col Vignette
KEYWORDS: Skinner, Angst
SPOILER: None.
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop a note so I can visit.
DISCLAIMER: All characters not mine to take. Not a dime to
be made from it either. Please pay in form of feedback.
SUMMARY: It wasn't supposed to be like this.
THANKS: To Lenore for quick beta.
DEDICATION: To Peggy, for encouraging me to try a 155-word
piece.
Red (155 Words)
by Marlen
~~~~~~
Red.
Deep and rich like silk.
He never paid attention to the color before.
Until now.
The thick liquid flows like a river, caressing each crease,
staining each pore.
The scene of carnage before him is paralyzing.
Paramedics frantically push him out of the way and words
like "bloodbath" and "DOA" flood his mind.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
The earth continues to revolve on its axis while he stays
still -- waiting...praying for death's door.
"We have a pulse."
He snaps back into reality.
They rush her into the ambulance and he is there, holding
her hand. Its soft paleness stands out against his darker
rough skin.
She opens the window to his soul with the crystal blue sea
of her eyes.
Hot tears flow freely down his face out of sheer happiness.
"Mul..." is all she gets out before the drugs take effect.
"I will find him, Scully. I promise you."
~end~
AUTHORS NOTES: I haven't posted a story in quite a while
and I certainly never thought I would ever write a Post-Col
piece, but here it is.
Feedback adored at crmv@aol.com
For more stories visit my website at
http://marlensxfiles.homestead.com
January 10, 2002
AUTHOR: Marlen
RATED: PG
CATEGORY: Post-Col Vignette
KEYWORDS: Skinner, Angst
SPOILER: None.
ARCHIVE: Sure, just drop a note so I can visit.
DISCLAIMER: All characters not mine to take. Not a dime to
be made from it either. Please pay in form of feedback.
SUMMARY: It wasn't supposed to be like this.
THANKS: To Lenore for quick beta.
DEDICATION: To Peggy, for encouraging me to try a 155-word
piece.
Red (155 Words)
by Marlen
~~~~~~
Red.
Deep and rich like silk.
He never paid attention to the color before.
Until now.
The thick liquid flows like a river, caressing each crease,
staining each pore.
The scene of carnage before him is paralyzing.
Paramedics frantically push him out of the way and words
like "bloodbath" and "DOA" flood his mind.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
The earth continues to revolve on its axis while he stays
still -- waiting...praying for death's door.
"We have a pulse."
He snaps back into reality.
They rush her into the ambulance and he is there, holding
her hand. Its soft paleness stands out against his darker
rough skin.
She opens the window to his soul with the crystal blue sea
of her eyes.
Hot tears flow freely down his face out of sheer happiness.
"Mul..." is all she gets out before the drugs take effect.
"I will find him, Scully. I promise you."
~end~
AUTHORS NOTES: I haven't posted a story in quite a while
and I certainly never thought I would ever write a Post-Col
piece, but here it is.
Feedback adored at crmv@aol.com
For more stories visit my website at
http://marlensxfiles.homestead.com
January 10, 2002