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Grey
It was a dark and stormy night… which was obviously there for the sole purpose of atmosphere for the blood-curdling scene that raged below. Chaos. Bodies moving blindly- forward, backward, sideways- it made no difference. They were moving with imagined speed, their heartbeats outrunning their feet. Blindly sprinting- for the sake of being in action as the world fell down about them. Beams of light- flashes and long, steady glares, were being hurled upon the sweaty, mindless herd. Each human, inadvertently being prepared for the upcoming slaughter, in an adrenaline high. The oxygen they greedily sucked acted as a hallucinogen more powerful than even the deadliest, bleakest, and therefore costliest of substances.
A set of weary eyes surveyed the scene. The bodies welded into a mass of grey, writhing hairs, swaying in unison- no emotion, no sense, no purpose. But the similarly gray matter beyond those eyes yearned to once again be part of the jaunty group. The turmoil seemed peaceful and comforting, a haven from the torment that she could not escape.
The tortured redhead's coat pocket chose that instant to start its continuous ring. After an unsuccessful attempt at leaving it be, Dana sighed a glum 'Hello' into the brick now pressed against the side of her face.
"Scully, it's me. Could you get over here?"
"Where exactly is 'here,' Mulder?" an agitated but more morose 'Scully' inquired.
"My apartment, and-" his voice was cut off, replaced by silence on her end as a manicured fingernail pressed down upon the 'Talk' button. Refusing to let herself succumb and be his well-trained terrier, she took a determined step towards the dance scene swirling blankly under her nose.
*Note: I was going to turn this into a short story, but then for some reason I stopped it there. It's still an option, though. It would be a rebel-Scully fic. Tell me what you think.