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Prompt: dark forest, msr, red
Mulder groaned and opened his eyes, blinking a few times to focus them. He sat up slowly and started patting around trying to find his flashlight.
"Scully? Where are you I can't find the flashlight, make a noise or something." He continued his small search while waiting for a response. "AHA!" he exclaimed when he felt the familiar texture of the handle. "Fuck" he murmured when flicking the switch a couple times did nothing. "Hey, Scully?" he said starting to get worried. He started to slowly crawl around searching for her. After 10 minutes of searching he stood up and scratched his head in confusion. "Scully I'd really appreciate an answer right now. Even your explanation as to why this bloody forest seems to be made out of darkness." Again he waited for her response, but got nothing so he sat back down again.
He couldn't see anything, the moon was there yes, but the tree tops seemed to consume the light before it got anywhere near him. He was becoming increasingly more panicked as the minutes passed. The ticking of his watch slowly gave him a stronger sense that somehow time was running out, after 5 minutes of nothing but the ticking he leapt to his feet, took off the watch and stomped on it until he heard it crunch.
"SCUUULLLAAAAAAYY!" Mulder bellowed out frantically, his eyes scanning the area for some sign of her.
He heard the rustling of bushes not too far off and cautiously made his way through the darkened woods. The rustling stopped, so he did the same, standing stock still…listening; the silence was quickly filled with the ticking, stronger and stronger it grew. A few moments later his flashlight turned back on and with a sigh of relief he swung the pale beam of light around trying to see something, anything.
"Scully?" he called out tentatively. Waiting quietly, trying to ignore the ticking that felt like it was coming from the darkness and infecting his mind with a sense of doom born from his desperation.
"Mul-" the reply was muffled, but it was definitely Scully. He turned and shone the beam to where her response came from; slowly, he began to step through the woods.
"MULDERRR! HELP ME, MULDER!" her scream came so loud and unexpectedly that he jumped. He quickened his pace as much as he could without tripping over or falling into anything.
His need to get to her suddenly overwhelmed all his other sense, he wanted to run to her but found couldn't. Mulder struggled against the force, desperately trying to reach her. The more he struggled the stronger the force against him became; it felt quite similar to trying to force two opposite magnetic poles together. The force slowly enveloped him until he could no longer move.
Eyes wide, Mulder searched as far as he could see in the stilled light. He saw the familiar red of her hair streak upwards through his beam of light as her scream of terror pierced through the eerie quiet of the night.
I know Mulder's red/green colour blind but shh, artistic licence. He's not in this.
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I may continue this.
