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so this is liek the shortest chapter EVAH! but ima make it longer cause it was just written in english cause i finnished my work before everyone else cause im a nerd (without spelling knoweldge) see that? cant even spell knoweledge. thats not it. knowel- shoot idunno.
be nice! reviews would be.
Macbeth paced back and forth with a steady beat and a wrinkle in his brow. for he knew that if anybody, anybody at all, found out his hideous secret, he would surely be thrown into jail in a second. this couldnt possibly happen, he was due to hold a banquet in a few days time, and if he was in jail one can only imagine that would be quite dificult to manouver. quite difficult indeed.
'this wont do! this wont do! i be guilt ridden! what is done must be undone!
i shall call upon thee from the depths of hell, and
you three old hags will help thy guily nature.' macbeth soliliqueed as he paced. 'yes thats it, i shall get the witches to help' and with that, he walked out of the room to get ready for bed.
little did Macbeth know that in the next room, Fox Mulder the lovable, yet harsh FBI investigator was listening in on every word. Mulder peeled his ear off the door and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. his hair was wonderfull. the soul reason he was an investigator. standing up and pulling off his sunglasses, there was a sudden lenz flare and he gave the camera a distinguished, personal look that only he could give.
'i'll get this guy, oh i'll get him good..." he said with a glint in his eye, because it was indeed true. he would get him so good. so very good. i mean, its hard to even imagine how good he will get him
he picked up his mobile phone and began to dial
*bleep bleep bleep bloop bleep bloop bleeeep*
"scully"
"scully its me, mulder. meet me at my house in ten minutes, i can tell you why, but you'l need a shovel, a gun, and a whole lot of garbage bags"
"mulder I-"
"bye"
he hung up.
scully sighed and placed the phone back on the receiver. she didnt really want to go out, she'd just got home.
'but you'd do anything for him, wouldnt you scully?' her inner voice said. yes, her inner voice called herself by her last name.
"hey, shutup, inner voice. yes i would. because he's my best friend. right inner voice?"
'riiight.'
'i said shutup' she said finally, grabbed her bag and left.
twenty minutes later she was out the front of mulders appartment, and knocking. she was just about to leave when the door flung open, a hand grabbed her and pulled her inside.
"SCULLY! I SAID TEN! WHY ARE YOU LATE?"
"mulder it takes me at least fifteen to get here. you say 'be there in ten minutes' every time, and every time, it takes me twenty. stop asking me to be here in ten." she said, bluntly.
"oh.." mulder said, turning suddenly and leaving her standing on her own in the doorway. he knew he shouldnt ask so much of her, she was a tiny, frail thing. she needed love, and care. not orders.
"scully im sorry. will you forgive me?"
"for what? for your misjudgment of time?"
"uh huh" mulder said, shaking his head with adorable puppy eyes.
"..sure mulder. now what did you want to talk about?"
"i cant tell you, but we have to leave right now, right this very second. as in, right now"