"Fate"
by Demosthenes
SUMMARY: general x-files piece.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: this is my first ever attemt at fanfic and i started life as one of my english gcse coursework assignments, this is all i have written as i don't think this is n e good but my friend said 2 post it.
if i get any reviews i shall write more of it.
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The sun had gone dark. My eyes lifted to the sky. For a moment, I stared at the clouds, which were drifting in from the west, obscuring the fading light of late afternoon. A strange, tingling sensation coursed down my spine. A premonition. A feeling of dread.
A feeling I've had many times before.
However, I put this gut feeling away, deep in the catacombs of my mind and let fate take its course as my partner led me into the bank.
Bang. The gun fired and the sound echoed throughout the room getting louder and louder.
I screamed my partners name as I ran towards him, the room fell silent.
As if frozen, this second forever etched in time.
My heart pounding, tears escaping my jade green eyes. I was fighting to stay calm but the inescapable tidal wave of emotions came. I was fighting the wave, riding the wave, refusing to drown.
I knelt next to him where he lay motionless in a pool of scarlet blood, his life draining away from him like sand through an hourglass.
My eyes searched his deep brown ones searching desperately for a sign, a glimmer of hope that he wasn't going to let the final grain of sand fall. Leaving me alone, mentally I willed him to hold onto that single grain. I knew if he let go, I would have to let go as well and fall, beginning that endless downward spiral into nothingness, I wouldn't be able to cope alone, not without him.
I looked at him, blood pouring from the wound turning the large pool into an ocean. I felt the tidal wave rise inside me again and I fought hard to suppress it.
His eyes stared straight at me, he mumbled my first name.
I stroked the side of his face, then told him to hang on and that everything was going to be all right, that we'd get through this.
In my heart though, I knew that was a lie.
His eyes closed and his face went pale.
I reached down and felt for that all-important pulse, tears flowing freely down my face now, I knew that I wouldn't find it; I knew the final grain had fallen.
I felt the tidal wave rise again but this time I didn't want to control it I wanted it to crash over me, engulf me, I wanted to drown in my own sadness.
My hands, covered in his blood, forever stained with his blood clenched into fists. I lifted my head and screamed, as the wave engulfed me.
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Violently I sat bolt upright in bed, my hair tangled, and tears swelling in me eyes. I buried my face in my hands.
I was shaking and my heart was pounding, this was the third time I had had this dream in a week.
Every time it was the same, the shot, the blood, his blood, and the scream.
The sequence never changed.
Why was it causing me so much distress, was it thought of things that could be, should be, but would never get the change to be?
Was it THIS BLOODY CASE? The endless steak outs causing me all this distress mixed with the coma inducing lack of sleep.
Either way it was doing me no good sitting here thinking about it.
I have to calm down, take up yoga or something. I ran my hand through my hair gently brushing my fringe out of my eyes.
I glanced quickly at my clock on my bedside table; next to it lay the case file and my glasses.
2:30 it read, I had to be up in four hours to meet him. I turned over and went back to sleep.
by Demosthenes
SUMMARY: general x-files piece.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: this is my first ever attemt at fanfic and i started life as one of my english gcse coursework assignments, this is all i have written as i don't think this is n e good but my friend said 2 post it.
if i get any reviews i shall write more of it.
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The sun had gone dark. My eyes lifted to the sky. For a moment, I stared at the clouds, which were drifting in from the west, obscuring the fading light of late afternoon. A strange, tingling sensation coursed down my spine. A premonition. A feeling of dread.
A feeling I've had many times before.
However, I put this gut feeling away, deep in the catacombs of my mind and let fate take its course as my partner led me into the bank.
Bang. The gun fired and the sound echoed throughout the room getting louder and louder.
I screamed my partners name as I ran towards him, the room fell silent.
As if frozen, this second forever etched in time.
My heart pounding, tears escaping my jade green eyes. I was fighting to stay calm but the inescapable tidal wave of emotions came. I was fighting the wave, riding the wave, refusing to drown.
I knelt next to him where he lay motionless in a pool of scarlet blood, his life draining away from him like sand through an hourglass.
My eyes searched his deep brown ones searching desperately for a sign, a glimmer of hope that he wasn't going to let the final grain of sand fall. Leaving me alone, mentally I willed him to hold onto that single grain. I knew if he let go, I would have to let go as well and fall, beginning that endless downward spiral into nothingness, I wouldn't be able to cope alone, not without him.
I looked at him, blood pouring from the wound turning the large pool into an ocean. I felt the tidal wave rise inside me again and I fought hard to suppress it.
His eyes stared straight at me, he mumbled my first name.
I stroked the side of his face, then told him to hang on and that everything was going to be all right, that we'd get through this.
In my heart though, I knew that was a lie.
His eyes closed and his face went pale.
I reached down and felt for that all-important pulse, tears flowing freely down my face now, I knew that I wouldn't find it; I knew the final grain had fallen.
I felt the tidal wave rise again but this time I didn't want to control it I wanted it to crash over me, engulf me, I wanted to drown in my own sadness.
My hands, covered in his blood, forever stained with his blood clenched into fists. I lifted my head and screamed, as the wave engulfed me.
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Violently I sat bolt upright in bed, my hair tangled, and tears swelling in me eyes. I buried my face in my hands.
I was shaking and my heart was pounding, this was the third time I had had this dream in a week.
Every time it was the same, the shot, the blood, his blood, and the scream.
The sequence never changed.
Why was it causing me so much distress, was it thought of things that could be, should be, but would never get the change to be?
Was it THIS BLOODY CASE? The endless steak outs causing me all this distress mixed with the coma inducing lack of sleep.
Either way it was doing me no good sitting here thinking about it.
I have to calm down, take up yoga or something. I ran my hand through my hair gently brushing my fringe out of my eyes.
I glanced quickly at my clock on my bedside table; next to it lay the case file and my glasses.
2:30 it read, I had to be up in four hours to meet him. I turned over and went back to sleep.