Title: The S-Files: Thoughts
Arthur: Spooky
Beta: Dark Blood, Kristin
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: A man seeks revenge but gets
more then what he bargained for.
Disclaimer: The X-Files belong to Chris
Carter. But he didn't know how to treat
them nicely so I had to take them away
from him. It's my turn. I now own them
in the S-Files.
There are several stories before this
one, however you don't have to read
them to understand what is going on
here. They can be found at
http://shipper.topcities.com/XF/main.ht
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Any and all feedback is welcomed and
very much needed. Please? I am choking
here from the lack of response! I need
feedback to survive!
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Omaha City, Nebraska
The darkness engulfed the room,
swallowing it. The small apartment was
silent except for the hushed voices
coming from the bedroom.
A tall man with sandy blonde hair
emerged from the bedroom. He pulled a
t-shirt over his head as he headed for
the door. " I have to go Lois. It's the
only way."
Lois was right behind him, she was
still wearing her robe and there were
worry lines etched across her face. "I
don't need everything money can buy
Doug, if I wanted that I would have
stayed with Norman. All I want is you."
The brunette told him, grabbing his arm
to try and stop him.
Doug looked at her and smiled. "I know
that Lois, but maybe I want the best
for you?" He grabbed her by the back of
the neck and pulled her closer to him.
He kissed her roughly. She pleaded with
him through worried eyes not to leave.
He ignored her unspoken plea and
grabbed the duffel bag at his feet and
left the tiny apartment.
In a house 10 miles from the apartment
a man sat in his living room surrounded
by candles. There was just enough light
to illuminate the book that was open in
front of him. His eyes were closed in
concentration as he held onto his
target. He felt it when the moment was
right and began to chant.
"Spirits rise and materialize. While
evil is around, let the good abound.
Catch the man unnerved. Catch him and
let justice be served!" He continued
chanting this over and over. When he
opened his eyes at the end of the
chanting, all the candles in room
became extinguished.
Back at their apartment, Lois sadly
latched the door behind Doug. She had
given up everything for this man and
now she felt like he was throwing it
all away. They were desperate,
desperate enough for him to want to do
the unthinkable. She was scared. A
chill went down her spine and she
pulled her robe more tightly around
her, trying to ward off the cold. She
headed back towards the bedroom but
didn't make it two steps before she
felt it.
Smoke rose from the book in the house
ten miles away. The mysterious man
began to chant a new verse. "See what
would be done. See what should be
done. Do what will be done?" Over and
over the chant echoed through the room,
growing louder and louder with each
time the man said it. The words spread
and filled the room with their power as
the candle flames erupted once again to
light the entire room.
The darkness grabbed at her throat and
squeezed. She flailed, trying to get
away. Her mind screamed at her to tear
the offending thing from her body but
her common sense asked her, 'How can
you get away from something that isn't
there?' She pawed at her own throat,
trying to pull the invisible hand away.
Her terror grew as she desperately
gasped for air. In the back part of her
mind, she thought she could actually
feel the life being squeezed out of
her. Soon the darkness engulfed her and
she sank to the floor.
Above her head letters appeared on the
wall.
The man opened his eyes and spoke,"
Justice will be served." A chilling
wind blew the candle flames out as the
same wind blew the hand-made curtains
at the house of the deceased Lois.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Special Agent Dana Scully opened the
door to the X-Files office. Fox Mulder
was no longer the only name that
decorated the office door. Her name was
up there as well, and above their names
hung a plaque with "The X-Files
Division" written on it with bold
letters. They were still in the
basement but the higher-ups had decided
it was time to expand. She now had two
agents under her and she wasn't sure if
it was meant to help or hinder the
files that she and Mulder had put their
lives into.
She was happy to note that she was the
first one there. Mulder had gone up to
meet with Skinner, leaving her time to
go and grab her daily dose of caffeine.
She was just setting down her briefcase
when, to her chagrin, Agent Doggett
walked in.
"Good morning Agent Scully, you are
looking beautiful today, Doggett told
her. "As always," he added after
scanning the length of her. He didn't
try to hide the fact that he liked what
he saw.
"Good morning Agent Doggett." Scully
said icily, letting him know with the
look in her eyes and the tone in her
voice that she did not approve of his
choice of greetings.
"You know Agent Scully I am sure that,
if given the chance, I could show you a
hell of a better time than that partner
of yours." Doggett winked at her. "What
do you say?" He reached out and ran a
hand down her arm.
Stepping out of his reach deftly she
replied "Have you seen Agent Reyes
today?" While Scully had secretly loved
it when Mulder had made such passes at
her, Doggett's were unwelcome. She
chose to ignore him.
"No, I haven't." He was beginning to
enjoy the chase. "You didn't answer my
question Dana."
Scully turned on him and got right in
his face. "Agent Scully, Agent Doggett.
And if I were you." Her sentence was
cut short by the opening of the door.
Scully turned to see who was there.
Mulder walked in and stopped. He looked
at Doggett and took notice of his shit-
eating grin. He then took a look at his
partner and saw the anger lurking in
her blue eyes. She quickly turned away
from his questioning gaze. Before he
could question what was going on Agent
Reyes entered the scene.
"Good morning everyone." Reyes said,
with a little too much pep.
"I've got two cases here." Mulder told
them, handing Doggett one folder and
Scully the other. "Doggett you and
Reyes are going to look into some
serial killings. There isn't anything
that resembles an X-Files other then
the fact that the local sheriffs office
is stumped. Scully and I will be
looking into some mysterious deaths out
in Omaha." As an afterthought he added,
"Appears to be killings of the
spiritual kind."
"Then Reyes should go with you Mulder,
" Doggett suggested, hoping that if he
played his cards right he would get a
chance with Scully. "She has the right
kind of background for stuff like that.
Agent Scully here would have fun
slicing and dicing with me."
Mulder turned to glare at the man.
"Scully is my partner. She goes with
me. And further more you go where I
tell you to go. Is that clear?" Mulder
stated more than asked. He glanced
sideways at Scully and saw her raised
eyebrow. 'Oh shhiiii...I'm gonna get it
for that one' he thought.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever." Doggett brushed
past Mulder and took Reyes by the arm,
leading her quickly out of the office.
Mulder looked at Scully but she held up
her hand. "Later Mulder, we have a
plane to catch."
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On flight to Omaha, Nebraska.
Mulder and Scully were seated side by
side on a small plane headed for Omaha,
Nebraska. Mulder shifted uncomfortably
in his aisle seat next to Scully. He
scowled down at his partner and her
luxurious amount of legroom. Scully for
her part, stared out the window at the
ground below. This was her favorite
part about flying. Her least favorite
part about flying was the turbulence.
She heard Mulder shift in his seat
again and turned her gaze toward her
boyish partner.
"So Mulder? What do we got?" She asked,
indicating the case file.
"We have two dead bodies, no evidence,
no witnesses and a message written in
blood." Mulder started, rattling off
the facts by memory. " Lois Flatts was
found dead in her apartment last night.
The words "Justice will be served" were
written in blood just above her head.
No evidence was collected. An autopsy
would have been done except they
decided to call in the big guns when
two hours later they get a call about
another murder. A man by the name of
Hubert Jennings is a suspect in the
murder of his wife, Ellen Jennings. She
was killed by a frying pan connecting
with her skull. Hubert admits that the
two were fighting. He was angry because
she was being stubborn and for one
second thought about hitting her over
the head with aforementioned frying
pan. He swears he never picked it up.
And unless he used gloves, he never
did. He was also gone at the time of
the murder and the words "Justice was
served" was once again written on the
wall where the victim died."
"Well, I guess an autopsy is in order.
What about the blood on the wall? Whose
was it?" Scully asked.
"It wasn't the victims and it wasn't
Hubert Jennings." Mulder answered. "At
this point they aren't sure whose blood
it is."
"This is definitely an X-File." Scully
murmured.
"So tell me Scully, what happened in
the X-Files office right before I
walked in?" Mulder asked, nudging her
shoulder.
"Nothing happened Mulder."
"Something happened, you were upset. I
could tell. And Doggett had a look on
his face that I was tempted to
permanently remove."
"He made a pass at me," Scully gave in,
he wasn't going to stop until she told
him the truth. "I brushed him off. End
of story."
"Why that stupid little." Mulder's
blood was boiling, "I'm going to kill
him."
"No your not. And you aren't going to
say anything to him either Mulder. I
can handle Doggett. Your just lucky I'm
not giving you hell about that whole
"She is my partner and she goes with
me" bit you pulled." Scully told him,
"And the only reason I'm not is because
of the satisfaction I got out of seeing
his face when you told him off."
"He deserved it."
"Yes he did, but no more practicing
your night in shining armor routine,
okay?"
"But Scully" The look she gave him
changed his mind, "Yes mother." He
complied, giving her his sad puppy dog
face. He was rewarded with one of those
special Scully smiles he had grown to
love.
The rest of the flight was spent with
Mulder asleep on Scully's shoulder.
Every once in a while she would look up
from her file and brush that wayward
lock from his brow. She smiled at the
little noises he made in his sleep and
turned back to the case file. She
laughed a little when he whispered her
name. She sometimes wondered if he knew
that she had known a long time that he
dreamed about her. Many times, on
countless flights, he had been in the
same position and had whispered her
name. Sometimes it would be in fright
but other times it was laced in love.
The seatbelt light lit up, signaling
landing time. She nudged Mulder awake
and they prepared for landing.
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Omaha Police Station
Sheriff Mick Strider sat alone in his
office sifting through the case
reports. He looked at the pile listed
as "Suicide" and felt his stomach flip.
There had been a record-breaking number
of suicide deaths in the past 12 hours.
He was baffled. All of the suicide
letters had ended with the same line,
"Justice will be served". This would
suggest murder but the last suicide was
a man who threw himself off a building.
No one else was up there with him
according to eyewitnesses.
Mick brushed his hand through his thick
brown hair. He had several pieces
sticking up in different directions
from repeating that same gesture since
eleven o'clock last night. He sighed
and picked up the murder file of Lois
Flatts and willed his green eyes to
focus on the words one more time.
Thankfully he was interrupted by a
knock on his office door. "Come in," he
called. Mick stood up to great the two
people entering his office.
"Hello Sheriff, I'm Special Agent Fox
Mulder with the FBI and this is my
partner, Agent Scully." Mulder said,
introducing them to the sheriff and
taking his offered hand. Scully shook
his hand as well.
"My name is Mick Strider, pleasure to
meet the both of you. I know it may be
a little soon to call in the big guns
but I'm not sure where to go on this
one. Please, have a seat." He told
them, indicating the two chairs in the
room. Once they were all seated Mick
informed them about the recent
suicides, or murders. He still wasn't
sure what to call them.
"Is it okay if we question Hubert
Jennings?" Mulder asked.
"Don't see why not. Follow me." Mick
led the way to the holding cell.
"Hubert, these nice people here want to
ask you some questions." The Sheriff
said, grabbing the key and opening the
door.
"What for? I already told you
everything Sheriff Strider, I just want
to go home and burry my wife." Hubert
turned pleading eyes to Mulder and
Scully, "I didn't kill her, I swear I
didn't."
"Calm down Hubert, we aren't here to
accuse you of anything." Mulder said,
lifting his hands in a friendly
gesture.
"Are you sick Hubert? You look a little
chilled." Scully asked, stepping
forward.
"No, no, been like this ever since we
started fighting." Hubert said, rocking
back and forth. He pulled his blanket
closer around him.
"What were you and your wife fighting
about Hubert?" Mulder asked him.
"She wanted to go to her parents for
the Fourth of July. We went there last
year and her brother hates me so I
didn't want to go back again. I asked
her why we couldn't spend a normal
Fourth of July here with just the two
of us. She was being stubborn. I didn't
want to go all the way to Iowa. That's
a long drive! And for what? A couple of
hot dogs?"
"And that made you mad enough to want
to hit her with a frying pan."
"But I didn't hit her with it! Geesh,
haven't you ever heard of knocking
someone upside the head to knock some
senses into them? Now that I thought
about but never did it." Hubert
claimed. "Besides, I was out walking."
"You're going to have to do better then
that Hubert." Scully told him gently,
"Did you see anyone while you were
out?"
"No."
"Well, thank you Hubert, will let you
know if we need anything else." Mulder
and Scully left the small cell and
headed back out to the main room.
Mulder turned to the sheriff and asked,
"We need to see the crime scene."
"Well, everything has already been
cleaned out and checked but sure, I can
take you all out there."
Mulder and Scully were behind the
sheriff in their rented Ford Taurus.
"You have a theory on this don't you
Mulder?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"You know what I think?"
"No, what do you think Scully?" Mulder
leered at her.
"It's a ghost." Scully smiled, she
loved teasing him, "I mean, anyone that
has seen the Sixth Sense would know
that."
"If I didn't know any better I would
think you were mocking me. Besides,
ghosts don't kill people."
"Is that what has you stumped?" Scully
asked.
"Yes."
"Maybe I should have a look at those
bodies. The answer could be hidden in
there."
"Can't wait to slap on the latex huh
Scully?" Mulder teased.
"Watch it Spooky."
They pulled up to the apartment of Lois
Flatts. The three of them climbed the
stairs of the old run down apartment
complex.
"Not much to look at." The Sheriff
commented.
"How long had Ms. Flatts lived here?"
Scully asked.
"Not long. About three weeks."
"Where did she live before that?"
"With her boyfriend, Norman Gates. I
spoke to him briefly, said he hadn't
heard from her since the break up.
Seemed like a nice fellow"
"Did she live here alone?" Mulder
asked, as they slipped under the crime
scene tape. His hand batted at the
wall, trying to find the light switch.
The room flooded with light and the
first site they caught was the big red
letters on the wall.
"There were some men's clothes in the
closet so we assume there was someone
living here with her. He hasn't been
found yet. We have a description but
the land lord was never notified of
another person living here." The
Sheriff answered. He stood in the
doorway letting the agents get a feel
of the room.
"Did the victim have any past criminal
records?" Scully asked, trying to get a
handle on what the "Justice is served"
phrase truly meant in conjunction with
the victims.
"No prior arrests."
"Has there been an autopsy?" Scully
asked.
"No, not yet. You need me to make
arrangements?"
"I was planning on doing it, actually.
If you wouldn't mind dropping me off at
the morgue."
Mick was mighty surprised. A female
pathologist? This just gets better and
better he thought to himself. "Sure can
do." He told her, a smile forming on
his face. He liked these two.
"Hey, did you notice that the
thermostat was on 90?" Mulder asked.
"No, why?"
"Has it been that cold around here
lately?"
"No, been pretty warm actually."
"Looks like Ms. Flatts was chilly
also." Mulder mused.
"Scully, while your doing that autopsy,
I'm going to go check out Hubert
Jenning's home. Question some of the
neighbors."
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Omaha City Morgue
Agent Dana Scully walked through the
cold autopsy room of the Omaha city
morgue. She heard her heels click
against the steel-tiled flooring as she
headed for the changing room. The
medical examiner on staff was a man who
looked entirely too much like Egor from
the movie Frankenstein. Scully looked
at him warily and said, "I'll be doing
the autopsy alone, if that is all
right." The man shrugged and left the
room mumbling something about girls get
to have all the fun.
Scully shook her head and donned the
surgical gown and booties needed to
keep things sterilized in the room.
She made her way to the two bodies that
were lying on the steel tables in front
of her. She grabbed two latex gloves
from the box on her right and cleared
her throat before turning on her tape
recorder.
"Subject: Lois Flatts. Time of death
reported to be between five and eleven
PM, but is not certain due to the late
discovery of the body. Bruises around
her neck make me lean towards cause of
death by asphyxiation due to being
strangled. I am dusting for
fingerprints now."
Scully lightly dusted the bruised areas
around the neck of Lois only to find
that there were no fingerprints there.
"That's odd," she said.
She looked at the bruises. They were
definitely a sign of strangling. She
darkened the lights in the room and
brought out the black light to sweep
over the body to look for any fibers
that could give evidence as to who
killed her. There were no fibers on
the body at all. "No fibers and no
fingerprints found on the body. This
leads me to believe that the person
responsible for the murder was wearing
latex gloves."
Scully picked up her scalpel and said,
"Beginning Y incision." She "sliced and
diced" as her peers often referred to
the autopsy procedure. After
completing the autopsy, she stated to
the recorder, "Everything appears
healthy internally. This woman was
strangled to death."
The killer was either a genius who knew
how to hide fibers and hair, she mused,
or the killer wasn't a person.
She moved on to the next body and found
similar results. "Cause of death," she
said, "Trauma to the head due to a
frying pan." This was not going to be
easy, she thought
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Davy Crocket Motor Lodge
Omaha, Nebraska.
That night.
Scully unlocked the door to her motel
room. She walked in kicking off her
shoes and throwing her coat on the
chair. She tiredly trudged into the
bathroom and turned the shower on full
blast. She undressed and stepped under
the scalding spray. Nothing had ever
felt better.
A few minutes later she emerged clean
and refreshed. She dressed in her silk
green pajamas and headed for the
connecting door. She picked up her
notes along the way.
Mulder looked up from the TV to see his
partner coming through the connecting
door. He smiled at her and turned the
TV on mute. She walked over to him and
sat down beside him on the bed.
"Hey gorgeous." He greeted her, pulling
her closer to give her a kiss.
"Mulder" She warned as he captured her
lips with his. She responded in kind
but reluctantly pulled away. "We're on
a case."
"Yes but we aren't on the case right
now." Mulder justified, rubbing his
hand over her cheek. He saw the
stubbornness in her eyes and decided to
let it go. "Nothing new turned up at
Jenning's place. I had them send the
boys the test results on the blood
found on the walls to see what they can
pull up. What did you get out of the
autopsy?" He asked.
"Not much," Scully said, "No
fingerprints, no fibers, and no blood."
"Hmm" Mulder mused.
"What?" Scully asked, her eyebrows
raised.
"What could kill and leave no
fingerprints or fivers?"
"Who, not what. If left human sized
fingerprints on Lois Flatt's neck, so
it's a who." Mulder gave her a look
that she knew all too well. "Mulder,
I'll be better to argue my logic with
you in the morning. I'm exhausted,"
she said. "And hungry," she added as
an afterthought.
Scully got up to leave but was stopped
by Mulder tugging on her arm. She
turned to look at him and then wished
she hadn't. He was wearing that puppy
dog look, the one she couldn't say no
to.
"Stay, Scully. I just want to hold you,
and the little one." Mulder said,
pleading with her not to leave him
there alone with the darkness.
Scully nodded and crawled under the
covers. She cuddled up next to Mulder
and he switched off the lights. He
watched as she slowly drifted off to
sleep. It was his turn to keep watch
over her.
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"Mulder, I think you should take a
right at the next light. I'm positive
that's where I saw that breakfast place
at yesterday." Scully said.
"Are you sure Scully? Because I could
have swore it was just a little ways
down this road," Mulder said, looking
around for some kind of landmark that
would give him a hint as to which way
he should go.
Scully was about to retort when they
heard a squealing of tires and a woman
scream. Just up ahead right before the
red light a SUV had run down some
people crossing the street. "Oh my god
Mulder, stop!"
Mulder slammed on the breaks and Scully
hopped out. She ran across the street
and over to the scene. Mulder followed
behind her. The driver was just getting
out of the truck when Mulder approached
him and read him his rights.
Scully went over to the victims. There
were two women and one male. One woman
had on a flowered dress and was wearing
a matching hat. She checked for a pulse
but to her dismay the old woman was
dead. She checked the pulse on the male
laying beside her but found none. She
turned her attention to the younger
female and when she pressed her fingers
to the woman's neck she moaned. Scully
sighed in relief. There was blood
pouring from a gash on her head and her
leg was obviously broken. Scully pulled
out a handkerchief from her pocket and
applied it to the gash on the woman's
head. At that time Mulder appeared
behind her. She looked up at him and
saw him glance at the other two victims
and she shook her head. He nodded.
"Mulder," She called out. "Look." She
indicated to the space between the
tires and the old woman. The words
"Justice will be served" were written
in blood once again.
"What the hell is going on here? Why
would anyone want to kill three people
walking across the street?"
"Why don't you ask the driver?" The
woman started to moan again and Scully
took a hold of her hand. "hey, you've
been in an accident but your going to
be just fine." Scully reassured the
woman. She was relieved when she heard
the sounds of an approaching ambulance.
"Why did you run those people down?"
Mulder asked John Katz, the driver of
the SUV.
"I didn't, I had no control over the
vehicle." He replied indignantly.
"Did you want to run them down?"
"No, of course not." The man said, a
little to hastily.
"I think you better tell me the truth
John."
"Yes, yes I wanted to run them down.
The stupid tourists come here and make
a nuisance of themselves. Its like what
are they doing here anyway? Why don't
they go to Hollywood or somewhere more
exciting? But no, they come here to
piss me off."
"So you ran them over?"
"I didn't run them over!!! I'm telling
you something took control over that
car! I didn't run them over! There was
a voice that cried out 'Die tourist
scum!', but it wasn't me, I swear!"
Mulder glanced over at the man's
thermostat on his car. It was set at
the maximum heat level. Mulder turned
when he heard a police car pull up
behind him. He got out his badge as he
escorted the suspect over to the police
car. He gave the officer his account of
what happened.
"Mulder," Scully called. "There's been
another one."
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Harry Johnson stared out the window of
his quaint little grocery store. Not
much had happened this morning. Some of
his regulars had come in, that was the
sum of his business for the day. He was
just about to go restock some of the
shelves when his cash drawer popped
open.
"What the hell." He pushed it back in
but was surprised when it popped back
out again. His head shot up and he
looked around the store. Was that
laughter he just heard? Deciding he was
just hearing things he went back to
examining his drawer. "Now what is
wrong with this thing?" He shoved the
drawer back in and jammed it with a
pen. "There, that should hold ya until
I can get back. How did it get so cold
in here?" He muttered to himself as he
opened the door to the back to check
the thermostat. "Odd," he said when he
saw that it was set to nearly 90
degrees.
When he walked back out his drawer was
open and the money was in a brown paper
bag. "Whose here?" He stammered. He
stumbled back in horror as a pack of
morely's floated into the bag. From
behind him the door to the beer cooler
opened and a 12 pack floated out as the
form of a man suddenly appeared. "See,
that's the problem with you convenience
store people," the shadow stated. "You
go into the back and leave the store
wide open for all kinds of weirdoes,"
he said as he laughed at his own joke
then made his hand into the shape of a
gun.
"Give back that stuff!" The owner
shouted as he grabbed for the paper
bag.
"Don't make me shoot you. Oh wait,
never mind, that's what I came here to
do anyway. Ha! I almost forgot," he
laughed as the owner stared at the
shadow man's fingers.
"You going to shoot me with your
fingertips?" he said confidently.
"Actually, yes" the shadow man said as
he mouthed the words
'Justice will be served' and said
"Pow."
The man's eyes rolled back in his head
and he clutched his chest. He saw he
was bleeding from a wound that looked
like a gunshot, but there was no
bullet, no gun. He looked up in
confusion and found his breathing was
labored.
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Douglas Elkhorn stopped his car in
front of the small grocery store. He
hopped out and slammed the car door.
Lois was going to be surprised with the
size of the diamond ring he had bought
her. His ring of robberies around town
was proving to be successful. He popped
his trunk and pulled the duffle bag
opened. He took out his mask and put it
on. Next he grabbed a small handgun. He
shut the lid and moved to the front of
the store. He opened the door and was
greeted by two paper bags floating in
front of his face. "What in the hell?"
He asked. To his amazement the packages
took themselves out to his car. He
looked from the store back to his car
and shrugged. "My momma always told me
not to look a gift horse in the mouth."
From inside the store the owner saw a
gun float through the air and land next
to him. He grabbed it and waited to
see if the man would come back in for
anything else. If he did, the owner
vowed he would kill him.
Outside, Doug looked as the paper bag
found its way neatly into his trunk. He
snapped his fingers and then realized
he needed gas. He didn't have to rob
the place, so he had no reason to worry
about walking in and paying for a few
bucks worth. He walked in the store
and looked behind the counter to find
the owner laboring to breathe, holding
a gun in his right hand. "Are you, ok,
sir?" Doug cautiously asked.
"You!" the owner screamed as he shot
Doug in the head. Doug slumped to the
floor dead and the owner took his own
last breath and died.
A shadow crept over the scene. "Humans
are strange creatures," it said as it
waved its shadow hand and the words
justice will be served appeared on the
counter. The shadow picked up the gun
and with a wave of a hand, made it
disappear.
Mulder and Scully arrived on the scene
to find the Sheriff already there with
his team. "What happened?" Mulder
asked.
"Where do I begin?" The Sheriff asked.
"I have two dead bodies. The owner of
the store and a robber it seems. We
found stuff in the guy's car, but it
looks like he was shot here. Why he
would come back in, we have no idea.
The cameras in here went blurry at the
time of the killings it seems, so we
got nothing. No weapon, no witnesses."
Scully walked over to get a look at the
body. "Do you have a name?"
"Douglas Elkhorn. He matches the
description of Lois Flatts live in
mate."
Scully looked up at Mulder. A look
exchanged between them. Scully turned
back to the victim/suspect. "Have they
determined the shooter?"
"No, there aren't any bullets missing
from his gun either so it wasn't
suicide. No gunpowder residue was found
either."
"Hey Mulder," Scully called, taking him
by the arm and leading him away from
the crime scene. "I'm going to ride
with the ambulance and perform an
autopsy. Something with this isn't
sitting right with me."
"Okay Scully, I'm going to head back to
the hotel. Look over the case notes
some more."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"His head exploded Mulder," Scully
said, coming through the door. "No
bullets, nothing. Whatever killed him
it killed him from the inside. Same
thing with the store owner and his
chest."
"This isn't adding up Scully. We have
five deaths and some suicides. Two
deaths are connected, the others
aren't. The only thing linking them to
the same case is the words "Justice
will be served." And the fact that all
suspects were cold prior to the crime."
"Maybe we should concentrate on the two
that are connected and go from there,"
Scully suggested. "If we can even get
there before another murder is
committed."
"We should probably try and find Norman
Gates."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Norman Gates paced back and forth
across his living room. Sweat was
pouring off of him. "This wasn't
suppose to happen," he kept muttering.
"I must have done something wrong." He
went back over and sat in front of his
book. His eyes grew wide and he jumped
up from the table. Rushing into his
bedroom he grabbed some candles and
turned the lights out. He lit them and
sat before his book. He started his
chant over again but changed the words
slightly.
Once again smoke came up from the book
and Norman cried out. The spirit
laughed and materialized in front of
Norman. "So you have called for more
death I see," the floating form said.
"No, no more death. It was suppose to
stop with Lois and Doug. You know
that!"
The spirit laughed. "Did you honestly
think I would obey you? You only
offered me the chance to come into this
world. You had so much anger in you.
You released me, Norman. After five
thousand years you released me!" The
spirit crackled as it flew out the
window.
Norman jumped up and followed the
spirit out. He knew what he had to do
to stop the angel of death.
Outside Mulder and Scully were driving
up when they saw Norman run out of his
home and jump in his car. He peeled out
of his drive way and drove towards
them. Mulder quickly made a u-turn and
followed behind Norman.
Ten minutes later Norman pulled up in
front of a bank. He ran up to the
entrance but stopped. "Oh no" He
whispered. There was a police officer
holding the people inside hostage.
Norman could see him motion for the
tellers to put the money in the bag.
Off to his right movement caught his
eye and he saw a masked man run up to
the door. At the same time the
policeman came out and handed the
masked man the bag. Confused, the man
took off.
Mulder and Scully jump out of their
rented Taurus and draw their guns.
"Norman, get your hands in the air!"
Mulder yells. Norman turned to find one
agent with a gun pointed at him. He
panicked and took off running. "Stop
federal agent!" Norman heard the man
yell. There was no way they were taking
him alive.
Scully took off after the masked man on
foot. He had disappeared behind the
bank. She rounded the corner to find
him trying to scale the fence. "Stop!
Federal Agent!" She yelled. The man
turned and found a gun leveled at his
head. Knowing he had no other choice he
slowly climbed down off the fence. "Put
your hands up where I can see them!"
Scully commanded. She took out her
cuffs and approached the man. She read
him his rights and slapped the cuffs on
his wrists.
Norman was still running when Mulder
caught up and tackled the man. He
pinned him to the ground and cuffed
him. "You're the one that caused all
this aren't you Norman?" Mulder asked.
"Yes. I didn't mean for these other
people to get hurt. Just that whore and
her boyfriend." Norman replied, venom
in his voice at the mention of his ex-
girlfriend.
"How did you do it?"
"I called upon the darkness to help."
Norman replied simply. "I am the only
one that can stop it. You have to let
me go." Norman pleaded. Before Mulder
could respond. Norman began a new
chant. It started out as a mere whisper
then he screamed out, "Death be gone,
death away. Back to your world you
must go to stay! Blood you seek, so
blood I give. Away with you, so the
rest might live!"
Norman screamed out and grabbed
Mulder's gun and shot himself in the
throat. Blood gurgled out and a form
materialized beside the body. A chill
passed over Mulder as he watched a
black shadow creep over the man then
seep into the earth. A screeching cry
pierced through the air and
disappeared. Mulder looked down in
horror at the bloodied corpse of Norman
Gates.
"What the hell was that Mulder?" Scully
asked, leading the masked robber back
over to the car. "Oh dear God," she
said when she saw the body of Norman.
"He grabbed my gun and shot himself,"
Mulder stated, looking down at the dead
man in his arms.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Scully's Case Report
June 19, 2002
Further Inspection of Norman Gates home
revealed several books on witchcraft,
one of which was laying open on the
floor. The page was flipped to one
spell having to do with calling forth a
spirit. The spirit then does what its
master bids it to do. Norman Gates was
hurt by his girlfriend's betrayal.
Journal entries were found among his
personal items. He had talked about
getting revenge on her and her
boyfriend. However, Norman Gates plan
backfired. His blood was used to write
the message on the walls linking him to
each murder. Norman Gates died June 18,
2002 from a suicidal gunshot to the
throat. The suicides have been labeled
as such. Hubert Jennings was cleared of
all charges. The driver of the SUV is
being held for further questioning and
may get up to five months in prison for
involuntary manslaughter. The police
officer at the bank is being held in a
mental hospital for further
evaluation. The doctors think he may
have acted insane due to stress even
though he claims something took over
his body and made him hold the people
at gunpoint. The masked robber was put
in jail for seven months for attempted
robbery.
"What are you doing?" Mulder asked,
coming to stand behind Scully at her
computer.
"Finishing up my report." Scully
replied. She hit the save button and
closed her laptop. She clicked off the
light on her desk and stood up,
wrapping her arms around his neck. She
kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Now we can we play?" Mulder teased,
kissing her more firmly.
"Yes." She said simply, backing up into
the bedroom, pulling him with her.
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Omaha City, Nebraska
The darkness engulfed the room,
swallowing it. The small apartment was
silent except for the hushed voices
coming from the bedroom.
A tall man with sandy blonde hair
emerged from the bedroom. He pulled a
t-shirt over his head as he headed for
the door. " I have to go Lois. It's the
only way."
Lois was right behind him, she was
still wearing her robe and there were
worry lines etched across her face. "I
don't need everything money can buy
Doug, if I wanted that I would have
stayed with Norman. All I want is you."
The brunette told him, grabbing his arm
to try and stop him.
Doug looked at her and smiled. "I know
that Lois, but maybe I want the best
for you?" He grabbed her by the back of
the neck and pulled her closer to him.
He kissed her roughly. She pleaded with
him through worried eyes not to leave.
He ignored her unspoken plea and
grabbed the duffel bag at his feet and
left the tiny apartment.
In a house 10 miles from the apartment
a man sat in his living room surrounded
by candles. There was just enough light
to illuminate the book that was open in
front of him. His eyes were closed in
concentration as he held onto his
target. He felt it when the moment was
right and began to chant.
"Spirits rise and materialize. While
evil is around, let the good abound.
Catch the man unnerved. Catch him and
let justice be served!" He continued
chanting this over and over. When he
opened his eyes at the end of the
chanting, all the candles in room
became extinguished.
Back at their apartment, Lois sadly
latched the door behind Doug. She had
given up everything for this man and
now she felt like he was throwing it
all away. They were desperate,
desperate enough for him to want to do
the unthinkable. She was scared. A
chill went down her spine and she
pulled her robe more tightly around
her, trying to ward off the cold. She
headed back towards the bedroom but
didn't make it two steps before she
felt it.
Smoke rose from the book in the house
ten miles away. The mysterious man
began to chant a new verse. "See what
would be done. See what should be
done. Do what will be done?" Over and
over the chant echoed through the room,
growing louder and louder with each
time the man said it. The words spread
and filled the room with their power as
the candle flames erupted once again to
light the entire room.
The darkness grabbed at her throat and
squeezed. She flailed, trying to get
away. Her mind screamed at her to tear
the offending thing from her body but
her common sense asked her, 'How can
you get away from something that isn't
there?' She pawed at her own throat,
trying to pull the invisible hand away.
Her terror grew as she desperately
gasped for air. In the back part of her
mind, she thought she could actually
feel the life being squeezed out of
her. Soon the darkness engulfed her and
she sank to the floor.
Above her head letters appeared on the
wall.
The man opened his eyes and spoke,"
Justice will be served." A chilling
wind blew the candle flames out as the
same wind blew the hand-made curtains
at the house of the deceased Lois.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Special Agent Dana Scully opened the
door to the X-Files office. Fox Mulder
was no longer the only name that
decorated the office door. Her name was
up there as well, and above their names
hung a plaque with "The X-Files
Division" written on it with bold
letters. They were still in the
basement but the higher-ups had decided
it was time to expand. She now had two
agents under her and she wasn't sure if
it was meant to help or hinder the
files that she and Mulder had put their
lives into.
She was happy to note that she was the
first one there. Mulder had gone up to
meet with Skinner, leaving her time to
go and grab her daily dose of caffeine.
She was just setting down her briefcase
when, to her chagrin, Agent Doggett
walked in.
"Good morning Agent Scully, you are
looking beautiful today, Doggett told
her. "As always," he added after
scanning the length of her. He didn't
try to hide the fact that he liked what
he saw.
"Good morning Agent Doggett." Scully
said icily, letting him know with the
look in her eyes and the tone in her
voice that she did not approve of his
choice of greetings.
"You know Agent Scully I am sure that,
if given the chance, I could show you a
hell of a better time than that partner
of yours." Doggett winked at her. "What
do you say?" He reached out and ran a
hand down her arm.
Stepping out of his reach deftly she
replied "Have you seen Agent Reyes
today?" While Scully had secretly loved
it when Mulder had made such passes at
her, Doggett's were unwelcome. She
chose to ignore him.
"No, I haven't." He was beginning to
enjoy the chase. "You didn't answer my
question Dana."
Scully turned on him and got right in
his face. "Agent Scully, Agent Doggett.
And if I were you." Her sentence was
cut short by the opening of the door.
Scully turned to see who was there.
Mulder walked in and stopped. He looked
at Doggett and took notice of his shit-
eating grin. He then took a look at his
partner and saw the anger lurking in
her blue eyes. She quickly turned away
from his questioning gaze. Before he
could question what was going on Agent
Reyes entered the scene.
"Good morning everyone." Reyes said,
with a little too much pep.
"I've got two cases here." Mulder told
them, handing Doggett one folder and
Scully the other. "Doggett you and
Reyes are going to look into some
serial killings. There isn't anything
that resembles an X-Files other then
the fact that the local sheriffs office
is stumped. Scully and I will be
looking into some mysterious deaths out
in Omaha." As an afterthought he added,
"Appears to be killings of the
spiritual kind."
"Then Reyes should go with you Mulder,
" Doggett suggested, hoping that if he
played his cards right he would get a
chance with Scully. "She has the right
kind of background for stuff like that.
Agent Scully here would have fun
slicing and dicing with me."
Mulder turned to glare at the man.
"Scully is my partner. She goes with
me. And further more you go where I
tell you to go. Is that clear?" Mulder
stated more than asked. He glanced
sideways at Scully and saw her raised
eyebrow. 'Oh shhiiii...I'm gonna get it
for that one' he thought.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever." Doggett brushed
past Mulder and took Reyes by the arm,
leading her quickly out of the office.
Mulder looked at Scully but she held up
her hand. "Later Mulder, we have a
plane to catch."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
On flight to Omaha, Nebraska.
Mulder and Scully were seated side by
side on a small plane headed for Omaha,
Nebraska. Mulder shifted uncomfortably
in his aisle seat next to Scully. He
scowled down at his partner and her
luxurious amount of legroom. Scully for
her part, stared out the window at the
ground below. This was her favorite
part about flying. Her least favorite
part about flying was the turbulence.
She heard Mulder shift in his seat
again and turned her gaze toward her
boyish partner.
"So Mulder? What do we got?" She asked,
indicating the case file.
"We have two dead bodies, no evidence,
no witnesses and a message written in
blood." Mulder started, rattling off
the facts by memory. " Lois Flatts was
found dead in her apartment last night.
The words "Justice will be served" were
written in blood just above her head.
No evidence was collected. An autopsy
would have been done except they
decided to call in the big guns when
two hours later they get a call about
another murder. A man by the name of
Hubert Jennings is a suspect in the
murder of his wife, Ellen Jennings. She
was killed by a frying pan connecting
with her skull. Hubert admits that the
two were fighting. He was angry because
she was being stubborn and for one
second thought about hitting her over
the head with aforementioned frying
pan. He swears he never picked it up.
And unless he used gloves, he never
did. He was also gone at the time of
the murder and the words "Justice was
served" was once again written on the
wall where the victim died."
"Well, I guess an autopsy is in order.
What about the blood on the wall? Whose
was it?" Scully asked.
"It wasn't the victims and it wasn't
Hubert Jennings." Mulder answered. "At
this point they aren't sure whose blood
it is."
"This is definitely an X-File." Scully
murmured.
"So tell me Scully, what happened in
the X-Files office right before I
walked in?" Mulder asked, nudging her
shoulder.
"Nothing happened Mulder."
"Something happened, you were upset. I
could tell. And Doggett had a look on
his face that I was tempted to
permanently remove."
"He made a pass at me," Scully gave in,
he wasn't going to stop until she told
him the truth. "I brushed him off. End
of story."
"Why that stupid little." Mulder's
blood was boiling, "I'm going to kill
him."
"No your not. And you aren't going to
say anything to him either Mulder. I
can handle Doggett. Your just lucky I'm
not giving you hell about that whole
"She is my partner and she goes with
me" bit you pulled." Scully told him,
"And the only reason I'm not is because
of the satisfaction I got out of seeing
his face when you told him off."
"He deserved it."
"Yes he did, but no more practicing
your night in shining armor routine,
okay?"
"But Scully" The look she gave him
changed his mind, "Yes mother." He
complied, giving her his sad puppy dog
face. He was rewarded with one of those
special Scully smiles he had grown to
love.
The rest of the flight was spent with
Mulder asleep on Scully's shoulder.
Every once in a while she would look up
from her file and brush that wayward
lock from his brow. She smiled at the
little noises he made in his sleep and
turned back to the case file. She
laughed a little when he whispered her
name. She sometimes wondered if he knew
that she had known a long time that he
dreamed about her. Many times, on
countless flights, he had been in the
same position and had whispered her
name. Sometimes it would be in fright
but other times it was laced in love.
The seatbelt light lit up, signaling
landing time. She nudged Mulder awake
and they prepared for landing.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Omaha Police Station
Sheriff Mick Strider sat alone in his
office sifting through the case
reports. He looked at the pile listed
as "Suicide" and felt his stomach flip.
There had been a record-breaking number
of suicide deaths in the past 12 hours.
He was baffled. All of the suicide
letters had ended with the same line,
"Justice will be served". This would
suggest murder but the last suicide was
a man who threw himself off a building.
No one else was up there with him
according to eyewitnesses.
Mick brushed his hand through his thick
brown hair. He had several pieces
sticking up in different directions
from repeating that same gesture since
eleven o'clock last night. He sighed
and picked up the murder file of Lois
Flatts and willed his green eyes to
focus on the words one more time.
Thankfully he was interrupted by a
knock on his office door. "Come in," he
called. Mick stood up to great the two
people entering his office.
"Hello Sheriff, I'm Special Agent Fox
Mulder with the FBI and this is my
partner, Agent Scully." Mulder said,
introducing them to the sheriff and
taking his offered hand. Scully shook
his hand as well.
"My name is Mick Strider, pleasure to
meet the both of you. I know it may be
a little soon to call in the big guns
but I'm not sure where to go on this
one. Please, have a seat." He told
them, indicating the two chairs in the
room. Once they were all seated Mick
informed them about the recent
suicides, or murders. He still wasn't
sure what to call them.
"Is it okay if we question Hubert
Jennings?" Mulder asked.
"Don't see why not. Follow me." Mick
led the way to the holding cell.
"Hubert, these nice people here want to
ask you some questions." The Sheriff
said, grabbing the key and opening the
door.
"What for? I already told you
everything Sheriff Strider, I just want
to go home and burry my wife." Hubert
turned pleading eyes to Mulder and
Scully, "I didn't kill her, I swear I
didn't."
"Calm down Hubert, we aren't here to
accuse you of anything." Mulder said,
lifting his hands in a friendly
gesture.
"Are you sick Hubert? You look a little
chilled." Scully asked, stepping
forward.
"No, no, been like this ever since we
started fighting." Hubert said, rocking
back and forth. He pulled his blanket
closer around him.
"What were you and your wife fighting
about Hubert?" Mulder asked him.
"She wanted to go to her parents for
the Fourth of July. We went there last
year and her brother hates me so I
didn't want to go back again. I asked
her why we couldn't spend a normal
Fourth of July here with just the two
of us. She was being stubborn. I didn't
want to go all the way to Iowa. That's
a long drive! And for what? A couple of
hot dogs?"
"And that made you mad enough to want
to hit her with a frying pan."
"But I didn't hit her with it! Geesh,
haven't you ever heard of knocking
someone upside the head to knock some
senses into them? Now that I thought
about but never did it." Hubert
claimed. "Besides, I was out walking."
"You're going to have to do better then
that Hubert." Scully told him gently,
"Did you see anyone while you were
out?"
"No."
"Well, thank you Hubert, will let you
know if we need anything else." Mulder
and Scully left the small cell and
headed back out to the main room.
Mulder turned to the sheriff and asked,
"We need to see the crime scene."
"Well, everything has already been
cleaned out and checked but sure, I can
take you all out there."
Mulder and Scully were behind the
sheriff in their rented Ford Taurus.
"You have a theory on this don't you
Mulder?"
"I'm not sure yet."
"You know what I think?"
"No, what do you think Scully?" Mulder
leered at her.
"It's a ghost." Scully smiled, she
loved teasing him, "I mean, anyone that
has seen the Sixth Sense would know
that."
"If I didn't know any better I would
think you were mocking me. Besides,
ghosts don't kill people."
"Is that what has you stumped?" Scully
asked.
"Yes."
"Maybe I should have a look at those
bodies. The answer could be hidden in
there."
"Can't wait to slap on the latex huh
Scully?" Mulder teased.
"Watch it Spooky."
They pulled up to the apartment of Lois
Flatts. The three of them climbed the
stairs of the old run down apartment
complex.
"Not much to look at." The Sheriff
commented.
"How long had Ms. Flatts lived here?"
Scully asked.
"Not long. About three weeks."
"Where did she live before that?"
"With her boyfriend, Norman Gates. I
spoke to him briefly, said he hadn't
heard from her since the break up.
Seemed like a nice fellow"
"Did she live here alone?" Mulder
asked, as they slipped under the crime
scene tape. His hand batted at the
wall, trying to find the light switch.
The room flooded with light and the
first site they caught was the big red
letters on the wall.
"There were some men's clothes in the
closet so we assume there was someone
living here with her. He hasn't been
found yet. We have a description but
the land lord was never notified of
another person living here." The
Sheriff answered. He stood in the
doorway letting the agents get a feel
of the room.
"Did the victim have any past criminal
records?" Scully asked, trying to get a
handle on what the "Justice is served"
phrase truly meant in conjunction with
the victims.
"No prior arrests."
"Has there been an autopsy?" Scully
asked.
"No, not yet. You need me to make
arrangements?"
"I was planning on doing it, actually.
If you wouldn't mind dropping me off at
the morgue."
Mick was mighty surprised. A female
pathologist? This just gets better and
better he thought to himself. "Sure can
do." He told her, a smile forming on
his face. He liked these two.
"Hey, did you notice that the
thermostat was on 90?" Mulder asked.
"No, why?"
"Has it been that cold around here
lately?"
"No, been pretty warm actually."
"Looks like Ms. Flatts was chilly
also." Mulder mused.
"Scully, while your doing that autopsy,
I'm going to go check out Hubert
Jenning's home. Question some of the
neighbors."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Omaha City Morgue
Agent Dana Scully walked through the
cold autopsy room of the Omaha city
morgue. She heard her heels click
against the steel-tiled flooring as she
headed for the changing room. The
medical examiner on staff was a man who
looked entirely too much like Egor from
the movie Frankenstein. Scully looked
at him warily and said, "I'll be doing
the autopsy alone, if that is all
right." The man shrugged and left the
room mumbling something about girls get
to have all the fun.
Scully shook her head and donned the
surgical gown and booties needed to
keep things sterilized in the room.
She made her way to the two bodies that
were lying on the steel tables in front
of her. She grabbed two latex gloves
from the box on her right and cleared
her throat before turning on her tape
recorder.
"Subject: Lois Flatts. Time of death
reported to be between five and eleven
PM, but is not certain due to the late
discovery of the body. Bruises around
her neck make me lean towards cause of
death by asphyxiation due to being
strangled. I am dusting for
fingerprints now."
Scully lightly dusted the bruised areas
around the neck of Lois only to find
that there were no fingerprints there.
"That's odd," she said.
She looked at the bruises. They were
definitely a sign of strangling. She
darkened the lights in the room and
brought out the black light to sweep
over the body to look for any fibers
that could give evidence as to who
killed her. There were no fibers on
the body at all. "No fibers and no
fingerprints found on the body. This
leads me to believe that the person
responsible for the murder was wearing
latex gloves."
Scully picked up her scalpel and said,
"Beginning Y incision." She "sliced and
diced" as her peers often referred to
the autopsy procedure. After
completing the autopsy, she stated to
the recorder, "Everything appears
healthy internally. This woman was
strangled to death."
The killer was either a genius who knew
how to hide fibers and hair, she mused,
or the killer wasn't a person.
She moved on to the next body and found
similar results. "Cause of death," she
said, "Trauma to the head due to a
frying pan." This was not going to be
easy, she thought
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Davy Crocket Motor Lodge
Omaha, Nebraska.
That night.
Scully unlocked the door to her motel
room. She walked in kicking off her
shoes and throwing her coat on the
chair. She tiredly trudged into the
bathroom and turned the shower on full
blast. She undressed and stepped under
the scalding spray. Nothing had ever
felt better.
A few minutes later she emerged clean
and refreshed. She dressed in her silk
green pajamas and headed for the
connecting door. She picked up her
notes along the way.
Mulder looked up from the TV to see his
partner coming through the connecting
door. He smiled at her and turned the
TV on mute. She walked over to him and
sat down beside him on the bed.
"Hey gorgeous." He greeted her, pulling
her closer to give her a kiss.
"Mulder" She warned as he captured her
lips with his. She responded in kind
but reluctantly pulled away. "We're on
a case."
"Yes but we aren't on the case right
now." Mulder justified, rubbing his
hand over her cheek. He saw the
stubbornness in her eyes and decided to
let it go. "Nothing new turned up at
Jenning's place. I had them send the
boys the test results on the blood
found on the walls to see what they can
pull up. What did you get out of the
autopsy?" He asked.
"Not much," Scully said, "No
fingerprints, no fibers, and no blood."
"Hmm" Mulder mused.
"What?" Scully asked, her eyebrows
raised.
"What could kill and leave no
fingerprints or fivers?"
"Who, not what. If left human sized
fingerprints on Lois Flatt's neck, so
it's a who." Mulder gave her a look
that she knew all too well. "Mulder,
I'll be better to argue my logic with
you in the morning. I'm exhausted,"
she said. "And hungry," she added as
an afterthought.
Scully got up to leave but was stopped
by Mulder tugging on her arm. She
turned to look at him and then wished
she hadn't. He was wearing that puppy
dog look, the one she couldn't say no
to.
"Stay, Scully. I just want to hold you,
and the little one." Mulder said,
pleading with her not to leave him
there alone with the darkness.
Scully nodded and crawled under the
covers. She cuddled up next to Mulder
and he switched off the lights. He
watched as she slowly drifted off to
sleep. It was his turn to keep watch
over her.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"Mulder, I think you should take a
right at the next light. I'm positive
that's where I saw that breakfast place
at yesterday." Scully said.
"Are you sure Scully? Because I could
have swore it was just a little ways
down this road," Mulder said, looking
around for some kind of landmark that
would give him a hint as to which way
he should go.
Scully was about to retort when they
heard a squealing of tires and a woman
scream. Just up ahead right before the
red light a SUV had run down some
people crossing the street. "Oh my god
Mulder, stop!"
Mulder slammed on the breaks and Scully
hopped out. She ran across the street
and over to the scene. Mulder followed
behind her. The driver was just getting
out of the truck when Mulder approached
him and read him his rights.
Scully went over to the victims. There
were two women and one male. One woman
had on a flowered dress and was wearing
a matching hat. She checked for a pulse
but to her dismay the old woman was
dead. She checked the pulse on the male
laying beside her but found none. She
turned her attention to the younger
female and when she pressed her fingers
to the woman's neck she moaned. Scully
sighed in relief. There was blood
pouring from a gash on her head and her
leg was obviously broken. Scully pulled
out a handkerchief from her pocket and
applied it to the gash on the woman's
head. At that time Mulder appeared
behind her. She looked up at him and
saw him glance at the other two victims
and she shook her head. He nodded.
"Mulder," She called out. "Look." She
indicated to the space between the
tires and the old woman. The words
"Justice will be served" were written
in blood once again.
"What the hell is going on here? Why
would anyone want to kill three people
walking across the street?"
"Why don't you ask the driver?" The
woman started to moan again and Scully
took a hold of her hand. "hey, you've
been in an accident but your going to
be just fine." Scully reassured the
woman. She was relieved when she heard
the sounds of an approaching ambulance.
"Why did you run those people down?"
Mulder asked John Katz, the driver of
the SUV.
"I didn't, I had no control over the
vehicle." He replied indignantly.
"Did you want to run them down?"
"No, of course not." The man said, a
little to hastily.
"I think you better tell me the truth
John."
"Yes, yes I wanted to run them down.
The stupid tourists come here and make
a nuisance of themselves. Its like what
are they doing here anyway? Why don't
they go to Hollywood or somewhere more
exciting? But no, they come here to
piss me off."
"So you ran them over?"
"I didn't run them over!!! I'm telling
you something took control over that
car! I didn't run them over! There was
a voice that cried out 'Die tourist
scum!', but it wasn't me, I swear!"
Mulder glanced over at the man's
thermostat on his car. It was set at
the maximum heat level. Mulder turned
when he heard a police car pull up
behind him. He got out his badge as he
escorted the suspect over to the police
car. He gave the officer his account of
what happened.
"Mulder," Scully called. "There's been
another one."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Harry Johnson stared out the window of
his quaint little grocery store. Not
much had happened this morning. Some of
his regulars had come in, that was the
sum of his business for the day. He was
just about to go restock some of the
shelves when his cash drawer popped
open.
"What the hell." He pushed it back in
but was surprised when it popped back
out again. His head shot up and he
looked around the store. Was that
laughter he just heard? Deciding he was
just hearing things he went back to
examining his drawer. "Now what is
wrong with this thing?" He shoved the
drawer back in and jammed it with a
pen. "There, that should hold ya until
I can get back. How did it get so cold
in here?" He muttered to himself as he
opened the door to the back to check
the thermostat. "Odd," he said when he
saw that it was set to nearly 90
degrees.
When he walked back out his drawer was
open and the money was in a brown paper
bag. "Whose here?" He stammered. He
stumbled back in horror as a pack of
morely's floated into the bag. From
behind him the door to the beer cooler
opened and a 12 pack floated out as the
form of a man suddenly appeared. "See,
that's the problem with you convenience
store people," the shadow stated. "You
go into the back and leave the store
wide open for all kinds of weirdoes,"
he said as he laughed at his own joke
then made his hand into the shape of a
gun.
"Give back that stuff!" The owner
shouted as he grabbed for the paper
bag.
"Don't make me shoot you. Oh wait,
never mind, that's what I came here to
do anyway. Ha! I almost forgot," he
laughed as the owner stared at the
shadow man's fingers.
"You going to shoot me with your
fingertips?" he said confidently.
"Actually, yes" the shadow man said as
he mouthed the words
'Justice will be served' and said
"Pow."
The man's eyes rolled back in his head
and he clutched his chest. He saw he
was bleeding from a wound that looked
like a gunshot, but there was no
bullet, no gun. He looked up in
confusion and found his breathing was
labored.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Douglas Elkhorn stopped his car in
front of the small grocery store. He
hopped out and slammed the car door.
Lois was going to be surprised with the
size of the diamond ring he had bought
her. His ring of robberies around town
was proving to be successful. He popped
his trunk and pulled the duffle bag
opened. He took out his mask and put it
on. Next he grabbed a small handgun. He
shut the lid and moved to the front of
the store. He opened the door and was
greeted by two paper bags floating in
front of his face. "What in the hell?"
He asked. To his amazement the packages
took themselves out to his car. He
looked from the store back to his car
and shrugged. "My momma always told me
not to look a gift horse in the mouth."
From inside the store the owner saw a
gun float through the air and land next
to him. He grabbed it and waited to
see if the man would come back in for
anything else. If he did, the owner
vowed he would kill him.
Outside, Doug looked as the paper bag
found its way neatly into his trunk. He
snapped his fingers and then realized
he needed gas. He didn't have to rob
the place, so he had no reason to worry
about walking in and paying for a few
bucks worth. He walked in the store
and looked behind the counter to find
the owner laboring to breathe, holding
a gun in his right hand. "Are you, ok,
sir?" Doug cautiously asked.
"You!" the owner screamed as he shot
Doug in the head. Doug slumped to the
floor dead and the owner took his own
last breath and died.
A shadow crept over the scene. "Humans
are strange creatures," it said as it
waved its shadow hand and the words
justice will be served appeared on the
counter. The shadow picked up the gun
and with a wave of a hand, made it
disappear.
Mulder and Scully arrived on the scene
to find the Sheriff already there with
his team. "What happened?" Mulder
asked.
"Where do I begin?" The Sheriff asked.
"I have two dead bodies. The owner of
the store and a robber it seems. We
found stuff in the guy's car, but it
looks like he was shot here. Why he
would come back in, we have no idea.
The cameras in here went blurry at the
time of the killings it seems, so we
got nothing. No weapon, no witnesses."
Scully walked over to get a look at the
body. "Do you have a name?"
"Douglas Elkhorn. He matches the
description of Lois Flatts live in
mate."
Scully looked up at Mulder. A look
exchanged between them. Scully turned
back to the victim/suspect. "Have they
determined the shooter?"
"No, there aren't any bullets missing
from his gun either so it wasn't
suicide. No gunpowder residue was found
either."
"Hey Mulder," Scully called, taking him
by the arm and leading him away from
the crime scene. "I'm going to ride
with the ambulance and perform an
autopsy. Something with this isn't
sitting right with me."
"Okay Scully, I'm going to head back to
the hotel. Look over the case notes
some more."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
"His head exploded Mulder," Scully
said, coming through the door. "No
bullets, nothing. Whatever killed him
it killed him from the inside. Same
thing with the store owner and his
chest."
"This isn't adding up Scully. We have
five deaths and some suicides. Two
deaths are connected, the others
aren't. The only thing linking them to
the same case is the words "Justice
will be served." And the fact that all
suspects were cold prior to the crime."
"Maybe we should concentrate on the two
that are connected and go from there,"
Scully suggested. "If we can even get
there before another murder is
committed."
"We should probably try and find Norman
Gates."
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Norman Gates paced back and forth
across his living room. Sweat was
pouring off of him. "This wasn't
suppose to happen," he kept muttering.
"I must have done something wrong." He
went back over and sat in front of his
book. His eyes grew wide and he jumped
up from the table. Rushing into his
bedroom he grabbed some candles and
turned the lights out. He lit them and
sat before his book. He started his
chant over again but changed the words
slightly.
Once again smoke came up from the book
and Norman cried out. The spirit
laughed and materialized in front of
Norman. "So you have called for more
death I see," the floating form said.
"No, no more death. It was suppose to
stop with Lois and Doug. You know
that!"
The spirit laughed. "Did you honestly
think I would obey you? You only
offered me the chance to come into this
world. You had so much anger in you.
You released me, Norman. After five
thousand years you released me!" The
spirit crackled as it flew out the
window.
Norman jumped up and followed the
spirit out. He knew what he had to do
to stop the angel of death.
Outside Mulder and Scully were driving
up when they saw Norman run out of his
home and jump in his car. He peeled out
of his drive way and drove towards
them. Mulder quickly made a u-turn and
followed behind Norman.
Ten minutes later Norman pulled up in
front of a bank. He ran up to the
entrance but stopped. "Oh no" He
whispered. There was a police officer
holding the people inside hostage.
Norman could see him motion for the
tellers to put the money in the bag.
Off to his right movement caught his
eye and he saw a masked man run up to
the door. At the same time the
policeman came out and handed the
masked man the bag. Confused, the man
took off.
Mulder and Scully jump out of their
rented Taurus and draw their guns.
"Norman, get your hands in the air!"
Mulder yells. Norman turned to find one
agent with a gun pointed at him. He
panicked and took off running. "Stop
federal agent!" Norman heard the man
yell. There was no way they were taking
him alive.
Scully took off after the masked man on
foot. He had disappeared behind the
bank. She rounded the corner to find
him trying to scale the fence. "Stop!
Federal Agent!" She yelled. The man
turned and found a gun leveled at his
head. Knowing he had no other choice he
slowly climbed down off the fence. "Put
your hands up where I can see them!"
Scully commanded. She took out her
cuffs and approached the man. She read
him his rights and slapped the cuffs on
his wrists.
Norman was still running when Mulder
caught up and tackled the man. He
pinned him to the ground and cuffed
him. "You're the one that caused all
this aren't you Norman?" Mulder asked.
"Yes. I didn't mean for these other
people to get hurt. Just that whore and
her boyfriend." Norman replied, venom
in his voice at the mention of his ex-
girlfriend.
"How did you do it?"
"I called upon the darkness to help."
Norman replied simply. "I am the only
one that can stop it. You have to let
me go." Norman pleaded. Before Mulder
could respond. Norman began a new
chant. It started out as a mere whisper
then he screamed out, "Death be gone,
death away. Back to your world you
must go to stay! Blood you seek, so
blood I give. Away with you, so the
rest might live!"
Norman screamed out and grabbed
Mulder's gun and shot himself in the
throat. Blood gurgled out and a form
materialized beside the body. A chill
passed over Mulder as he watched a
black shadow creep over the man then
seep into the earth. A screeching cry
pierced through the air and
disappeared. Mulder looked down in
horror at the bloodied corpse of Norman
Gates.
"What the hell was that Mulder?" Scully
asked, leading the masked robber back
over to the car. "Oh dear God," she
said when she saw the body of Norman.
"He grabbed my gun and shot himself,"
Mulder stated, looking down at the dead
man in his arms.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Scully's Case Report
June 19, 2002
Further Inspection of Norman Gates home
revealed several books on witchcraft,
one of which was laying open on the
floor. The page was flipped to one
spell having to do with calling forth a
spirit. The spirit then does what its
master bids it to do. Norman Gates was
hurt by his girlfriend's betrayal.
Journal entries were found among his
personal items. He had talked about
getting revenge on her and her
boyfriend. However, Norman Gates plan
backfired. His blood was used to write
the message on the walls linking him to
each murder. Norman Gates died June 18,
2002 from a suicidal gunshot to the
throat. The suicides have been labeled
as such. Hubert Jennings was cleared of
all charges. The driver of the SUV is
being held for further questioning and
may get up to five months in prison for
involuntary manslaughter. The police
officer at the bank is being held in a
mental hospital for further
evaluation. The doctors think he may
have acted insane due to stress even
though he claims something took over
his body and made him hold the people
at gunpoint. The masked robber was put
in jail for seven months for attempted
robbery.
"What are you doing?" Mulder asked,
coming to stand behind Scully at her
computer.
"Finishing up my report." Scully
replied. She hit the save button and
closed her laptop. She clicked off the
light on her desk and stood up,
wrapping her arms around his neck. She
kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Now we can we play?" Mulder teased,
kissing her more firmly.
"Yes." She said simply, backing up into
the bedroom, pulling him with her.
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