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Mulder awoke once again to find himself still tied to the chair. His mind wondered when his body finally subdued itself in its exhaustion. He had struggled for what seems like hours and then finally broke down and wept. He cried for the pain that he had caused her and the pain that he knew he would have to deal with for many years to come. The memory of bringing the gun to her head without so much as another thought, other than to keep her safe would haunt him.
He glanced around the room and saw a speaker sitting in the corner. His photographic memory confirmed that it had not been there before. He wondered what was to come next in this living nightmare. Before his thoughts could continue down the different psychological explanations into the mind of his captor, the speaker began to pour out words from two familiar voices.
"Can I help you?" the voice asked bitterly. "I'm Dana's brother."
"I work with Dana, I heard what happened and I wanted to come by and make sure she was ok. There were rumors around the building that Agent Mulder attacked her." the second voice said. Mulder's anger boiled at the lie.
"I don't know what happened to her but I know that bastard had something to do with it!" Bill shouted. "And now he is missing, probably running around looking for his little green aliens with no regard to my sister's health at all." The anger vanished as quickly as it appeared. Mulder knew Bill never cared for him, the man that caused such pain in his sister's life, and Mulder told himself that he shouldn't care. However, acceptance into a warm and loving family, like Scully's, was something he always dreamt of.
"How is she?" the man asked.
"She's still unconscious." Bill's voice vanished and rustling could be heard from the tape as the recorder was removed from its location.
"How does it feel, Agent Mulder, to know that her family blames you for this?" Mulder's guilt tripled and he knew the captor was right. He was to overcome with the paralyzing anguish to understand Bill's words. She was alive. After a few moments of silence the tape began to spit more words at the emotionally destroyed man.
"I kept my end of the deal Mr. Mulder. Dana is alive and in a hospital surrounded by her family. Now it's time for you to keep your end of the deal. I told you I would let you go but there are things you must do for me. You have three choices and you will have little time to debate the outcome of your decision. Option 1 is that you help me continue my work. I will let you go once I have in my possession things about a certain someone that would do well to take a crash course in my little lesson on love.
Option 2 is one is rather difficult considering your current predicament. I'm sure you heard the voice of your partner's brother, Bill Scully. From what I was able to understand about the man in what little time I had with him, he is a very rueful and angry man when it comes to the lives of his family. He was leery to give me information until I hit his sore spot. You, agent Mulder. When I mentioned that there were rumors that you did that to her he was sent into a rave of harsh and painful words that I didn't care too much for. As I have told you Mulder, I respect you. In the time that I have had to follow you I have come to realize that you are not deserving of those words. So your second choice is to take revenge and kill her brother. If you chose to I will bring him here to you and let you kill him. However, you will have to live with the self pity of knowing that you killed another member of the Scully family.
That was incorrect. You did not kill Melissa Scully, I know. But you were the reason that she died that night. Had they not come for your partner to murder her for what they did to her, Melissa would still be alive. Am I bringing up another sore subject? I apologize." Mulder wanted to scream with all the air that was in his lungs. He wanted to bottle his anger and allow the adrenaline to shatter the chair into splinters but he was condemned to continue listening.
"Now, of course the first two options do not sound very appealing and I know that you would willingly give your life for her and her family. I also know that you would never put another person, be it stranger or enemy, in danger in a lucid state of mind, so that is where option 3 comes into play. If you refuse to do anything then I will pull strings that I can assure you I have at your lovely partner's hospital. Did you know that more people die from medical errors than car crashes, cancer, or aids?" Mulder's eyes widened when he heard the menacing laughter over the static of the speaker.
"Live or die, it's your choice." The voice concluded. Mulder's struggles became stronger as he mentally willed the ropes to give. Finally, his efforts paid off and the chair began to crack. The bars along the backside came crashing together and he was able to slip the tied rope out from underneath them. Mulder stood quickly and began to pull at the knot bounding his hands behind his back. After a few moments the knot loosened and he was able to slide them off.
Once free he began to storm around his cell throwing pieces of the chair against the wall, cursing and daring his captor to face him now. "Get in here you bastard! You said she would live! You wouldn't hurt her! If you want a confession then fine! I LOVE HER! I LOVE HER!" He screamed with all his heart, tears rapidly falling from his eyes. He stopped and fell to his knees and buried his head in his hands. The silence that filled the room was interrupted again by that voice coming from the lone speaker.
"Very impressive, Mr. Mulder," The quality of the sound was clear, unlike the tape he had just listened to; therefore he concluded that it must have been coming from a microphone attached to the speakers.
"What more do you want from me!" Mulder screamed.
"Why, I think I have made the quite clear, have I not?" he asked.
Mulder was silent.
"Have you made your decision?" the voice asked.
"I can't," He cried.
"Well that is unfortunate for Agent Scully. I'll let you know when I am done." the man snickered.
"NO! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!"
"Then you have made your decision?"
"Yes, I have." Mulder replied barely above a whisper. When he heard a response he was now sure that there were microphones hidden though out the room.
"Good."
The voice was silent for a long moment in anticipation of what he was about to hear. The only sound coming from the room was the cries of a man that was experiencing enough mental torture to make physical pain look like a walk in the park. He thought with a smile on his face that words could not describe his excitement for what he was doing to the broken man in that room. He was even more excited about all the convincing lies that he had told to get him where he was today. Everything had been a lie. Everything.
