September 9, 2002 19:57
The small room was almost completely dark, a slight gray haze, from the grease-smudged window in the far corner, showed only shadows. Fox Mulder holstered his weapon, still warm from being repeatedly fired, and brushed off his grimy hands. He reached up to his face and wiped away the spot of blood that had spattered on his eyebrow, splashed by the third bullet to strike her beautiful face. He gently ran his fingers through his hair, staring at the bloody corpse on the ground, noticing the way her red hair hung over the blood-drenched mess that had been her face. In this light it was extremely hard to make out any real features as most lie in shadow. But he could see her bloodied FBI badge hanging from her gray jacket. He begun to slowly walk away from the body towards the steel door on the opposite side of the room, making sure not to step in any of the rather large pools of coagulating blood and brain matter. He turned back only once to whisper, "I loved you Scully, but it needed to be done." And with that he passed through the door into the long corridor, heading for the exit, outside into the sun, where he could think more clearly and determine what to do next.
The small room was almost completely dark, a slight gray haze, from the grease-smudged window in the far corner, showed only shadows. Fox Mulder holstered his weapon, still warm from being repeatedly fired, and brushed off his grimy hands. He reached up to his face and wiped away the spot of blood that had spattered on his eyebrow, splashed by the third bullet to strike her beautiful face. He gently ran his fingers through his hair, staring at the bloody corpse on the ground, noticing the way her red hair hung over the blood-drenched mess that had been her face. In this light it was extremely hard to make out any real features as most lie in shadow. But he could see her bloodied FBI badge hanging from her gray jacket. He begun to slowly walk away from the body towards the steel door on the opposite side of the room, making sure not to step in any of the rather large pools of coagulating blood and brain matter. He turned back only once to whisper, "I loved you Scully, but it needed to be done." And with that he passed through the door into the long corridor, heading for the exit, outside into the sun, where he could think more clearly and determine what to do next.
