What the cat dragged in for Christmas
AgentSkulder@hotmail.com
The x-files is property of Chris Carter, 1013 productions, and Fox
An unconventional Christmas tale
And then came the silence. A silence that was welcomed only because it dulled out the pain, but was frightening because of the atomic boom that threatened to come. And he knew it would. So he lay there in a fetal position, the tears falling one after another, pooling together at the side of his face. His breaths short and shallow, and the throbbing of his own heartbeat inside of his head were the only audible noises. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was her brilliant blue eyes, exaggerated in contrast to her white face. So he left them open, the cold air stinging them.
And then it came. He rose to his feet in a fit of fury, flailing his arms about and kicking violently at the ground, cursing at the top of his lungs. His chest heaved violently as he grabbed hold of the chair, trembling furiously and then tossed it across the room against the hospital bed. He collapsed back to the floor, this time in loud pathetic cries.
"Mulder!!" Skinner burst through the door. "Get a hold of yourself!" He ordered as he pulled at his arms, which was protested with more flailing. Skinner stepped back and helplessly looked down at him. "Come on Mulder, let's get you out of here." His tone turned more sympathetic.
"I let her go!" Mulder cried loudly. "It's all my fault!"
"Mulder, it's not your fault, there's nothing you could have done." Skinner tried to reassure.
"I could have stopped it. I SHOULD'VE stopped it." He slowly stood, wiping the tears off his face. "Did anyone call her mother?"
"Not yet." Skinner placed his hand on his shoulder in comfort.
Mulder closed his eyes and tried to regain composure. He then abruptly grabbed his coat and ran for the door.
"Mulder!! Where are you going?"
Skinner sighed and followed him to the parking lot. "Mulder!" Upon spotting him, he ran over to the car and jumped in the passenger seat.
"I know who did this." Mulder declared as he put the car in reverse.
"Who?"
"That SOB!!! I'm going to kill him with my bare hands."
"Mulder, who?"
"Richard Slovesky. He has her Skinner! Who else would do it? She was investigating him, and he put her in the hospital, and he came back to kill her and he has her."
Skinner shrugged. "You don't know that she's dead. Where would he be?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find him. There was so much blood, Skinner. He hurt her, and now I'm going to kill him!!!" He bellowed as he pounded the dashboard.
They pulled up in front of a condemned building. The two ran up a flight of stairs into a room drenched in blood with a ½ an inch of dirt covering the floor littered with homemade weapons out of boards and nails. Next to a wet pool of blood laid Scully's cross.
"He was here! He has her!!!" Mulder screamed as he picked up the gold chain and put it in his pocket.
"How did you know?"
"This is where Scully was supposed to stake out. But he got to her first."
"Where would he take her?" Skinner asked.
Mulder paced around the room, deep in thought.
"Shh!" Skinner demanded as he held his hand to Mulder's chest and tilted his head. "Do you hear that?"
The two ran over to the far wall from which silent thumps echoed. They moved aside an old dresser to expose a hole in which Scully lying in a puddle of blood lay tied up with a dirty bandana tied around her mouth. The two worked quickly to pull her out and Mulder gently removed the bandana from her mouth.
"Scully." He whispered in an awkward relief.
Her blue eyes glistened as she tried to move her mouth, but no sounds came.
Skinner, who had already called for an EMT, pulled out his gun and signaled for Mulder.
With their guns drawn, they walked out of the room. They slowly worked their was down the hallway with their backs to the wall until they came to a room. They made eye contact and mouthed 1, 2, 3 and jumped in front of the door to surprise Richard Slovesky who opened fire, fortunately missing them. Mulder tackled him sending both of them to a floor with a thud. He then proceeded to carry out his promise and delivered a bullet into his greasy hair covered skull.
"What? That never happened." Frohike interrupted.
" It sounded cool though." Langly retorted.
"I wouldn't cry like a baby!" Mulder chimed in.
"You wouldn't cry?" Scully shot back.
"Well, uh-humm, not like that."
"Anyone else have any stories?" Bright-eyed Byers chirped.
They all looked over at him.
"I've got one." Frohike said, situating himself on the chair. "Ok. This is a Yuletide tale of Santa and Mrs. Clause and their three elves." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
"OH, HO HO HO." The big man chuckled as he greedily stuffed his mouth with fresh-baked cookies. "What a beautiful sky it is, I hope tomorrow night is just as clear so I can spread joy and cheer." He spoke with crumbs falling into his beard as he gazed out the window thoughtfully.
Mrs.Clause looked up over her spectacles from the kitchen and rolled her eyes.
"Come here dear, would you look at these skies?"
"I am in the middle of decorating these gingerbread men."
"Well, come, take a break."
The rosy-cheeked redhead put down the tube of icing and met her husband in front of the window. "Yes, it is pretty out."
"Woah! Did you see that?!" He exclaimed pointing to a light in the sky. "It was an UFO!"
"Was not, it was a shooting star!" She argued.
"Why can't you believe? You know that I'm real, and elves are real, and I CAN fly through the sky."
(Back to reality)
"Hey! What are you insinuating here?" Scully asked Frohike as she narrowed her eyes.
"I better not be wearing tights and pointy shoes." Langly warned.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm telling the story here." Frohike reminded and looked at the threatening faces before him.
"C'mon, I want to hear what happens next!" Mulder childishly whined.
(Back to story)
"There's no such things."
"No such things as what?" A Thin elf, Langerly with scraggly blonde hair wearing pale green stalkings and pointed shoes with PINK bells at the toes asked in a high pitched voice as he walked up behind the two.
"UFOs." Santa responded.
"I believe in UFOs." Byergums, another dorky elf added as he joined the group.
" Uh, yes. The lights in the sky." The wise and handsome Frohikernip added, following behind Byergums.
Mrs. Clause's eyes lit up at the site of such a specimen. If only she were an elf too, she thought.
Note: My hands are getting tired so I'll write more later =)
AgentSkulder@hotmail.com
The x-files is property of Chris Carter, 1013 productions, and Fox
An unconventional Christmas tale
And then came the silence. A silence that was welcomed only because it dulled out the pain, but was frightening because of the atomic boom that threatened to come. And he knew it would. So he lay there in a fetal position, the tears falling one after another, pooling together at the side of his face. His breaths short and shallow, and the throbbing of his own heartbeat inside of his head were the only audible noises. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was her brilliant blue eyes, exaggerated in contrast to her white face. So he left them open, the cold air stinging them.
And then it came. He rose to his feet in a fit of fury, flailing his arms about and kicking violently at the ground, cursing at the top of his lungs. His chest heaved violently as he grabbed hold of the chair, trembling furiously and then tossed it across the room against the hospital bed. He collapsed back to the floor, this time in loud pathetic cries.
"Mulder!!" Skinner burst through the door. "Get a hold of yourself!" He ordered as he pulled at his arms, which was protested with more flailing. Skinner stepped back and helplessly looked down at him. "Come on Mulder, let's get you out of here." His tone turned more sympathetic.
"I let her go!" Mulder cried loudly. "It's all my fault!"
"Mulder, it's not your fault, there's nothing you could have done." Skinner tried to reassure.
"I could have stopped it. I SHOULD'VE stopped it." He slowly stood, wiping the tears off his face. "Did anyone call her mother?"
"Not yet." Skinner placed his hand on his shoulder in comfort.
Mulder closed his eyes and tried to regain composure. He then abruptly grabbed his coat and ran for the door.
"Mulder!! Where are you going?"
Skinner sighed and followed him to the parking lot. "Mulder!" Upon spotting him, he ran over to the car and jumped in the passenger seat.
"I know who did this." Mulder declared as he put the car in reverse.
"Who?"
"That SOB!!! I'm going to kill him with my bare hands."
"Mulder, who?"
"Richard Slovesky. He has her Skinner! Who else would do it? She was investigating him, and he put her in the hospital, and he came back to kill her and he has her."
Skinner shrugged. "You don't know that she's dead. Where would he be?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find him. There was so much blood, Skinner. He hurt her, and now I'm going to kill him!!!" He bellowed as he pounded the dashboard.
They pulled up in front of a condemned building. The two ran up a flight of stairs into a room drenched in blood with a ½ an inch of dirt covering the floor littered with homemade weapons out of boards and nails. Next to a wet pool of blood laid Scully's cross.
"He was here! He has her!!!" Mulder screamed as he picked up the gold chain and put it in his pocket.
"How did you know?"
"This is where Scully was supposed to stake out. But he got to her first."
"Where would he take her?" Skinner asked.
Mulder paced around the room, deep in thought.
"Shh!" Skinner demanded as he held his hand to Mulder's chest and tilted his head. "Do you hear that?"
The two ran over to the far wall from which silent thumps echoed. They moved aside an old dresser to expose a hole in which Scully lying in a puddle of blood lay tied up with a dirty bandana tied around her mouth. The two worked quickly to pull her out and Mulder gently removed the bandana from her mouth.
"Scully." He whispered in an awkward relief.
Her blue eyes glistened as she tried to move her mouth, but no sounds came.
Skinner, who had already called for an EMT, pulled out his gun and signaled for Mulder.
With their guns drawn, they walked out of the room. They slowly worked their was down the hallway with their backs to the wall until they came to a room. They made eye contact and mouthed 1, 2, 3 and jumped in front of the door to surprise Richard Slovesky who opened fire, fortunately missing them. Mulder tackled him sending both of them to a floor with a thud. He then proceeded to carry out his promise and delivered a bullet into his greasy hair covered skull.
"What? That never happened." Frohike interrupted.
" It sounded cool though." Langly retorted.
"I wouldn't cry like a baby!" Mulder chimed in.
"You wouldn't cry?" Scully shot back.
"Well, uh-humm, not like that."
"Anyone else have any stories?" Bright-eyed Byers chirped.
They all looked over at him.
"I've got one." Frohike said, situating himself on the chair. "Ok. This is a Yuletide tale of Santa and Mrs. Clause and their three elves." %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
"OH, HO HO HO." The big man chuckled as he greedily stuffed his mouth with fresh-baked cookies. "What a beautiful sky it is, I hope tomorrow night is just as clear so I can spread joy and cheer." He spoke with crumbs falling into his beard as he gazed out the window thoughtfully.
Mrs.Clause looked up over her spectacles from the kitchen and rolled her eyes.
"Come here dear, would you look at these skies?"
"I am in the middle of decorating these gingerbread men."
"Well, come, take a break."
The rosy-cheeked redhead put down the tube of icing and met her husband in front of the window. "Yes, it is pretty out."
"Woah! Did you see that?!" He exclaimed pointing to a light in the sky. "It was an UFO!"
"Was not, it was a shooting star!" She argued.
"Why can't you believe? You know that I'm real, and elves are real, and I CAN fly through the sky."
(Back to reality)
"Hey! What are you insinuating here?" Scully asked Frohike as she narrowed her eyes.
"I better not be wearing tights and pointy shoes." Langly warned.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm telling the story here." Frohike reminded and looked at the threatening faces before him.
"C'mon, I want to hear what happens next!" Mulder childishly whined.
(Back to story)
"There's no such things."
"No such things as what?" A Thin elf, Langerly with scraggly blonde hair wearing pale green stalkings and pointed shoes with PINK bells at the toes asked in a high pitched voice as he walked up behind the two.
"UFOs." Santa responded.
"I believe in UFOs." Byergums, another dorky elf added as he joined the group.
" Uh, yes. The lights in the sky." The wise and handsome Frohikernip added, following behind Byergums.
Mrs. Clause's eyes lit up at the site of such a specimen. If only she were an elf too, she thought.
Note: My hands are getting tired so I'll write more later =)