Written for the episodes "Irresistible" (2x13) and "Orison" (7x07). For the readers who may not remember, those are the episodes with the serial killer Donnie Pfaster – the man who killed women and kept their hair and fingernails. Remember that he kidnapped and tried to murder Scully both times? And so my inspiration is born. Told from Scully's PoV after "Orison", looking back on both.

He was evil, Mulder.

The sound of shattering glass fills my ears. I can see pieces of mirror flying past my face. Pain once again sears across my back, pounding through my body in a blistering throb.

I'm sure about that without a doubt.

Blood drips down my spine, the cuts there pulled open against the coarseness of my nightclothes. It's cold, numbing, and all I can see is red. Not the red of blood, but the red of flashing numbers. The numbers of my own alarm clock. 6:66. 6:06.

But there's one thing I'm not sure of.

What's that?

He walked out of a maximum security facility, unseen. He killed a woman, and he came after me. Who let that happen? A face flashes before my eyes, backlit with that red light. (6:66. 6:06) It is a grotesque face, twisted and contorted. Pointed teeth creep from behind bloody lips as he smiles. The face of evil.

Who was at work in me? Or what? What made me…

I've seen that face before. In the Bible. The face of the devil.

What made me pull the trigger?

A feeling of immense dread fills me, makes my stomach drop and my heart stop. I can't breathe. He's holding me down again. Tying my hands. Dragging me to a closet. This time it is in my own house. He found me. He always finds me.

You mean, what if it was God?

I sit upright in bed, shaken by the nightmare that forever seems plague me. Again, the thoughts, the worries, come and refuse to let me back to sleep. Who would let something like this happen? What did I do wrong, to be so punished? Or was I supposed to die? I would have, I know I would have, but someone – something – intervened. I suppose, now, that everything happened the way it should have. I was supposed to kill that man. That incarnation of evil. And I did. But were my actions commanded by divine good –

I mean, what if it wasn't?

– or divine evil?

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