The Dream

A blurry vision, and sounds of someone nearby, Kira looks up from her slumber and sees a figure in the corner of the room. Frozen in fear, she could do no more than stare at the mass. The lightning from the evening storms brought the face to life. That instant brought her to her senses as she reaches for her weapon on the nightstand. Before she was able to reach for it, two strong hands clutched her wrists and pinned her to the bed. The face looks at her, "No,…." Her mind was racing, her heart rate elevated, pounding into her ribs. "It….it can't be….." Tears began to fill her eyes. The man staring down at her was her best friend from her childhood. "Dave….please let me go, let me sit up."

Dave stared at her, studying her with intensity that caused her to look away, and begin to struggle. He began to giggle, causing Kira to look upon her friend once more. The dark eyes were more intense, along with his grin, making his facial expressions more maniacal and sadistic in nature, which was not her normal friend. She pleaded to him. "Let me go, Dave!" He moved her wrists together, restraining both with one hand above her head. "Dave!" He slaps her across the face, causing her to gasp. Her cheek bone begins to bruise almost immediately on her fair complexion. She looked back at him as he picked her up off the bed and throws her into the wall, crumbling her small frame to the floor. He walked back over her, kneeling over her, smacking her face, punching her in the gut. The sudden shock was paralyzing. She felt nails digging into her shirt, ripping at her flesh, trickles of warmth flowing from where she was scratched. She felt the nails digging into her hips, pinning her to the hard floor. She closed her eyes as she strained in the fear and pain to break loose. Her chest is heaving from the screams and the blows, pain engulfing her.

A hand clasps her throat, causing her to yelp as she feels teeth, snapping, biting into her shoulder, blood dripping from the wounds. Fatigue and blood loss started to take over her as she slowly began to still. Her eyes teary and bruised looked up and stared at Dave. He loosened his grip slightly, and took another long look over her, concentrating on her frail state. He grinned again. "I'm not through yet…." He finally says. He grabs her by the throat, hoisting her, and pinning her into the wall. His eyes grew even darker. "Mmmm.." He lifts his free hand, seeing the red stains, still warm and moist. He runs his tongue over the bloody fingers, almost in an erotic fashion. "Delicious….." As his eyes made its way down her tiny frame, a last boost of energy she could muster kicked in her "Fight or Flight" response.

She broke loose from his grip and was able to push him off her with her legs. She backs away staring at him, reading him, preparing her next move. The maniacal grin returned, however, he was shocked to see her return a similar grin, almost daring him to try again. He lunged for her, and a brief moment it went white. The scent of blood as well as the taste takes over. She stops and looks down, seeing him lifeless on the floor, with blood on her hands, she screams in anger and terror.

3:15 AM
Starbucks Motorcade, Room 12
Boston MA

Scully began to come out of her slumber hearing moans in the bed next to hers. She rolls over and see's Kira. Her head shaking, and in the moonlight she can see beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. Scully flips on the light, moving her and Kira's sidearms to the other bed. She touches her shoulder trying to wake her up. "Kira?" No luck. She starts trying to shake her more sternly, but no avail. Scully pulled the covers off of her to try to get her body to cool down. She looked down horrified. With Kira's white t-shirt, Scully begins witnessing red appear on her chest. She runs to the connecting door to Mulder's room and pounds it. "Mulder, get in here! Kira's hurt!" She grabs a rag and wets the cloth, lifting her shirt seeing all the deep cuts in her stomach. Mulder comes through the door, as he finishes pulling up his sweatpants. "What happened?" Scully begins cleaning her wounds. "I don't know, but I can't wake her up."

Mulder moved to the opposite side of Kira, shaking her shoulders. "KIRA,WAKE UP!" Her eyes flew wide open and screamed, causing Mulder instantly releases her. He stood up and moved to the sink to get her a glass of water and some Tylenol. Kira looked down at her hands, as Scully turned them over to look under her nails. They were clean. The scratches were fresh, but not self-inflicted. Kira takes the glass from Mulder and raises it to her lips. "I am sorry I woke you guys up." Scully looked at Mulder, who returned to them with a rag for Kira to wipe off her face. "Can you tell us what happened? How these slash marks appeared on you?"

Kira takes another sip of the water with the Tylenol. "I dreamed that an old friend from my childhood was in the room. Before I could react, he had me pinned, beating the shit out of me." Taking another sip, her eyes begin to well up in tears. "In my dream he was slashing me with his nails, biting me, and eventually I was able to fight back, when he said he wasn't done. Next thing I know, I see him on the floor covered in blood, and more blood on my hands. Then the rest is where we are now. How this happened…" she motions her slash marks, "your guess will be as good as mine, because I have no idea. Thing is I am really confused as to why I would dream about my friend like that, he is someone whom I consider a brother, someone I can trust pretty much anything to. I don't know, I guess it would be Satan's way of trying to add doubt to my relationships, portraying these things to me as my enemies. Even though, I am 100% certain that he would never hurt me like that, it is still a thought that can unnerve a woman." Mulder moved to a recliner in the corner of the room. Kira excuses herself to the bathroom to switch her shirt out, and comes back and slides back into bed. Scully settles in her bed right after, and Mulder slips into a slumber, keeping watch over the two women in front of him.