Title: Power of the imagination
Author: Temperance Brennan
Summary: Mulder/Scully - I can't really write a summary without ruining it… So just read the first chapter and see if you like it.
Rating: M
Authors Note: Okay, It's probably not written all that well, I don't claim to be a good writer – but I just came up with an idea for a killer like this, and I had to write it down.
Disclaimer: I do not own the x files.
Chapter One:
Tricia watched her five year old daughter leave out the apartment door; she had her phone cradled between her ear and shoulder, and her arms were filled with various toys she'd been collecting from all over the house. This school break was hell so far, her daughter Rachel had never been so messy, and so bored before.
"Rach, come back here!" She called, trying to keep her mouth away from the phone. She could imagine her friend wincing as her loud voice cut into her ear on the other end of the line. "Sorry, Mandy I'll have to call you back. Rachel's run off again. I don't know what I'm going to do with that child…" She chuckled lightly along with her friend, and dropped the toys to the floor and hung up the phone, leaving it on the kitchen counter.
"Rachel?" She said as she stepped out into the hall. The only reply she received was a loud shriek. She panicked at the sound, and made a dash for the stairwell. Rachel stood halfway down looking up, eyes big and face pale – she was petrified.
"M-m-mommy," Rachel said pointing a shaking hand towards the bottom of the stairwell. "H-he wants to kill us."
Tricia quickly snatched her daughter up, looking around for any sign of somebody, on seeing nobody she made a quick dash back to her apartment, slamming the door and locking it, ignoring Rachel's wails for the moment, she dropped her onto the couch and snatched up the phone.
She hated being a single mom when it came times like this. She'd heard on the news, about single moms and their children vanishing, or turning up mutilated. With a shaking hand, she dialed the number for the police. It took her a long time to realise that there was absolutely no sound coming from the phone. She looked around the quickly darkening apartment and realised that the phone wire had been cut. She scrambled around the floor around the couch looking for her handbag. "Help mom find her cell phone Rachel."
"Mommy, MOMMY! Mommy I CAN'T MOVE!" Tricia turned around to see her daughter sitting stiffly, and twisting her head from side to side, but somehow unable to move her arms or legs. "Mommy," the poor girl began to sob. Tricia looked around the room in terror.
"Who's there, who's doing this? SHOW YOURSELF!" She wasn't feeling brave, but she somehow felt as though she was doing something to help her daughter by pretending to be brave – maybe the killer would be frightened off if she threatened him. "I'll kill you, I will."
She picked up a large vase from her table. And spun around, scanning the darkness, and seeing no movement whatsoever, until suddenly her arm began moving by itself, no matter how much she struggled to stop it, it just kept coming closer and closer to her face, she dropped the vase from her free hand with a crash and frantically pulled at her arm, she panicked so that she began tearing at her arm with her nails.
"No, No! This isn't happening…" a sharp pain in her belly caused her to fall to the ground, and her arm was suddenly in her control again, but now her legs refused to move. "Don't hurt my daughter you sick bastard," she whispered, barely able to stay conscious for the pain. She tried to see in the dark, to see what he had done to her – but it was just too dark, and the pain too horrendous to move. One short scream from her daughter, and then everything went black.