It seemed as if it would never get here. These past years have dragged on for nearly an eternity, such as the one that many never expected would come to an end—the end that nobody would care to believe. Preposterous they called it. Crazy, unbelievable, fiction, these were all associated to what I happened to know as fact. My life's work had been to uncover the truth that now stood before my very eyes. It was a truth that I relentlessly sought with a hope of finding someone very dear to me; but that truth—when I discovered it—did not satiate my lust for more answers. This pursuit quickly became an obsession. I would do anything required to obtain the answers that would give meaning to everything I had done. I would do anything required to show the world the lies that had been spread. I would do anything required to give the people of the world the one thing they deserved more than anything: the truth.
I made my stand, my attempt to enlighten the world with this truth, but in the end I was met with the same feeling of defeat that had been present throughout my entire career. The feeling not of failure but of inadequacy, for I hoped more would come out of divulging the truth, that the truth would be accepted and understood. It was not, much like the many cases that were "solved" during my career. The truth was judged, laughed at, and then once again buried beneath a pile of bureaucratic lies enshrouded by a lack of care. I had spent my life caring for that truth and digging it out of that pile one lie at a time. Nobody else would step forward to do it again, not even myself.
Was it all worth it—was my life's work a waste? I find myself questioning everything now-and-then. After all the sacrifice, all the time lost, all the effort and determination put into it, all the crushing defeats, for what I have gained I would have to say it was worth it. All of this knowledge I gained, all the paranormal experiences I encountered; and if to nobody but a handful of people, I enlightened them to the truth which they accepted. I made believers out of them like I made a believer out of the woman standing next to me; with her adamancy towards all things science, it is hard to believe her change.
"Everything we've accomplished and yet it changes nothing." She says aloud her thoughts, her eyes unwavering from the night sky. "It's pitiful."
I chuckle dryly but say nothing. This feeling of pride I carry as I gaze at the brightened night sky above from this balcony does not come without guilt. As the bright lights descend further, the world now sees that the truth they judged and laughed at was everything but false. My life's work is granted meaning as this apocalypse approaches. I wonder how many are laughing now at the truth I preached. I wonder how many are thinking of me and how right I was. These thoughts are wrong in nature, but they are unable to be pushed away. After all, I was right.
It's December 22, 2012, and End Game has been initiated.
A.N. Well guys, it's the big day for the X-Files—the date that's listed in the final episode as Mulder is hacking into the military computer is today. This is the day the world "ends" in the X-Files, the day when the aliens supposedly colonize Earth. I hope you enjoyed this brief tribute and reflection through the eyes of our favorite paranormal investigator!