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'Salvation,' Dominique's voice said hard. 'Salvation is for the damned
that live in this godforsaken world. But not for everyone. It's
forbidden for those who don't show their regrets. It can not be given
to anyone who doesn't fear death.'
He stopped and looked around, catching all of their glances as they
stood there, waiting for him to continue. Gretl stood beside him,
staring at him in awe. Her eyes glanced through the room. They were
all there except for Vickie. No one had seemed to find the girl.
Gretl stared at the others in the room. Dennis wasn't there either.
She turned and focused on what Dominique was saying.
'Salvation is not what I give to everyone. I have selected all of you
very carefully. You came to me with your fears and angers and I
helped you deal with your pasts. You were happy here.'
Most of them nodded in agreement. Others just stood still and
listened.
'Be afraid. It's a natural reaction for what will happen next. But you
will pass on from this world to the next without pain. I will take
care of you all as I have done since the day you moved into this
shelter. Now the time has come to abandon this house and move on to
the next life. That will be your salvation the freedom I have
promised you when you came here.'
Dominique glanced outside, as the night was about to fall again. It
still became so dark so quick. Then he saw the car standing on the
lawn. It was the vehicle of the female FBI-agent Dennis was supposed
to dump in the pond. Why was the car still standing there?
His eyes glared towards the gates. There was someone standing in front
of the gates and several people standing behind it. They were trying
to get in. And someone was running over the lawn towards the
building.
He looked at Gretl, still staring at him in awe. She would resolve
this by herself. He leaned forward and whispered something in her
ear, sending her out of the room. She nodded and left without
questioning him.
'Salvation is your ultimate price,' he continued, not once forgetting
what he was saying to them. 'I will lead you to the new world in a
blaze of fire and smoke, to make this world remember you. You will
have no fear or pain because you will be saved. Sit down, please. All
of you.'
Dominique looked straight into Mulder's eyes. The agent looked back
numb.
Mulder stared back, not giving away the memories he had from Melissa's
death two years ago. They were memories that were forced back upon
him because of these events. Back then he had been too late to rescue
her. But now he could help the others.
He had killed Scully, but at least he could help the others. Right
now, he could just remember one thing: The woman he had held in his
arms less than an hour before. He had killed her, even though parts
of his mind said that he had saved her. The sharp pain in his arm
where he had cut himself told him so.
Dominique's voice was soft and gentle when he handed a small cup with
a sedative to everyone. They would not die in pain. They never did.
'Drink this and the new world will come for you.'
They drank obedient. At their last supper they had all received an
extra pill to keep them calm. They were all out there, not able to
resist his wishes. They were his little slaves. He could do whatever
he wanted with them. Mulder emptied the cup in his mouth and lay down
with the rest of them, closing his eyes.
The guards left the room. Dominique watched as his little toys slept
and stepped over their bodies. He stopped at the FBI-agent and
smiled. Mulder was his biggest triumph. He had even killed his best
friend. If he could make an FBI-agent do that, he could make anyone
do anything.
With the gasoline tank in his hands, the cult leader prepared for his
final descent.
'Salvation,' Dominique's voice said hard. 'Salvation is for the damned
that live in this godforsaken world. But not for everyone. It's
forbidden for those who don't show their regrets. It can not be given
to anyone who doesn't fear death.'
He stopped and looked around, catching all of their glances as they
stood there, waiting for him to continue. Gretl stood beside him,
staring at him in awe. Her eyes glanced through the room. They were
all there except for Vickie. No one had seemed to find the girl.
Gretl stared at the others in the room. Dennis wasn't there either.
She turned and focused on what Dominique was saying.
'Salvation is not what I give to everyone. I have selected all of you
very carefully. You came to me with your fears and angers and I
helped you deal with your pasts. You were happy here.'
Most of them nodded in agreement. Others just stood still and
listened.
'Be afraid. It's a natural reaction for what will happen next. But you
will pass on from this world to the next without pain. I will take
care of you all as I have done since the day you moved into this
shelter. Now the time has come to abandon this house and move on to
the next life. That will be your salvation the freedom I have
promised you when you came here.'
Dominique glanced outside, as the night was about to fall again. It
still became so dark so quick. Then he saw the car standing on the
lawn. It was the vehicle of the female FBI-agent Dennis was supposed
to dump in the pond. Why was the car still standing there?
His eyes glared towards the gates. There was someone standing in front
of the gates and several people standing behind it. They were trying
to get in. And someone was running over the lawn towards the
building.
He looked at Gretl, still staring at him in awe. She would resolve
this by herself. He leaned forward and whispered something in her
ear, sending her out of the room. She nodded and left without
questioning him.
'Salvation is your ultimate price,' he continued, not once forgetting
what he was saying to them. 'I will lead you to the new world in a
blaze of fire and smoke, to make this world remember you. You will
have no fear or pain because you will be saved. Sit down, please. All
of you.'
Dominique looked straight into Mulder's eyes. The agent looked back
numb.
Mulder stared back, not giving away the memories he had from Melissa's
death two years ago. They were memories that were forced back upon
him because of these events. Back then he had been too late to rescue
her. But now he could help the others.
He had killed Scully, but at least he could help the others. Right
now, he could just remember one thing: The woman he had held in his
arms less than an hour before. He had killed her, even though parts
of his mind said that he had saved her. The sharp pain in his arm
where he had cut himself told him so.
Dominique's voice was soft and gentle when he handed a small cup with
a sedative to everyone. They would not die in pain. They never did.
'Drink this and the new world will come for you.'
They drank obedient. At their last supper they had all received an
extra pill to keep them calm. They were all out there, not able to
resist his wishes. They were his little slaves. He could do whatever
he wanted with them. Mulder emptied the cup in his mouth and lay down
with the rest of them, closing his eyes.
The guards left the room. Dominique watched as his little toys slept
and stepped over their bodies. He stopped at the FBI-agent and
smiled. Mulder was his biggest triumph. He had even killed his best
friend. If he could make an FBI-agent do that, he could make anyone
do anything.
With the gasoline tank in his hands, the cult leader prepared for his
final descent.