The first 7 chapters are reposts, after that, they're new.
Disclaimer - All I own of the X-Files is the nine video box sets. In other words, Mulder and Scully aren't mine. Neither are Reyes and Doggett. But, Christine is my own...
Chapter One
I am slowly drifting through my apartment, numb to all emotions with the exception of one - fear. My entire body is trembling; making getting dressed a little more complicated than usual and my mind is fogged with so many thoughts and feelings all rolling into one. I had never anticipated what horrific events may take place as I took the extra work in New York, you see, as a journalist, I get the opportunity to travel a lot and meet new people, which is why I decided to become a reporter in the first place. I have met many people, from the homeless in Atlanta to the many celebrities dotted around all over America. I had been asked to interview a particularly well-known American actress when my troubles began...
I had just finished up interviewing Ms Bullock, had done with my assignment of asking about her latest movie and I was walking leisurely back toward my hotel room. I was passing a street that cuts off into an alley-way when I heard the scream that still haunts me in my sleep. It was the kind of scream that sent your blood boiling through your veins and made every minuscule hair on your body stand of end. I doubled-back to take a look down that alley and saw a large man hovering over a young girl whom looked to me like she lived and worked on the street. The man turned around to look at me; I'll never forget those eyes, so cold and pale, like there was something blocking out the light, hiding all emotion, and something I am not sure of is how his eyes shone like light blue torches in the dark. The face that glared over at me had a slight blue tinge from a few days worth of stubble. His brown hair was long and straggly and tied at the nape of his neck into a pony-tail and he was holding the end of the rope he had used to tie the poor girl's hands together. I just stood there, staring, too afraid to move or holler. I felt as though my whole body had frozen inside and out, my blood running cold while my feet quickly rooted themselves to the spot where I was standing. This man, whoever he was, didn't seem to care that I had seen him and continued in his evil mission, he leaned over her and I couldn't see what exactly he was doing but her smooth skin rapidly becoming inflamed with angry red blisters. It was then that my senses came back to me and the scene no longer played in slow-motion, I turned on my heels and ran as fast as my legs would carry me back to the safety of my hotel room. As soon as I called the police, I regretted it, I knew I would have to be dragged into it because of what I saw, because I was the only person who could tell anyone what this man looked like. Oh God, there's my cue to get a move on with packing my bags, the knocking at the door persisted and increased in volume, as did the fear throbbing through my body.