To the men who took me away-
I did not ask to serve on the X-files.
My presence here was determined and executed by you. I would never have known about Fox Mulder and his quest unless you had placed me here. And yet I am the one you chose to take, to steal away in the night. I lost weeks of my life. I lost my memories of that time. I nearly lost my life. You took that away, that entire span of my existence, as if I didn't have a grieving mother at home weeping for a lost daughter, as if I didn't have a broken partner, crippled by his guilt of what you had done.
But then, perhaps that is why you did it, to wound him. As ever, I am the tool by which you seek to hamstring Fox Mulder, to crush him. I am expendable, clearly, something to be used and tossed away when inconvenient. Is that the purpose of the chip? A way to tag us, to track us, and kill us when you needed to clear up the evidence of your crimes? You let me live, you gave both Mulder and I hope...but for how long? When will it end? When will you remove that hope and kill me as you have killed those other women?
Faceless bastards...hiding in the shadows, spinning your webs, not caring that there is a real life you are toying with...my life. I'd hate you for it, but you're not even real. You are nothing more than the bogeymen in the dark. But I'll prove you are real, and I'll uncover your secrets, till I expose you.
And then, I'll hate you in the light of day.
-Special Agent Dana Scully