"Jason Voorhees?" Scully muttered. She said it again in her head. Then she thought it once more, just for the sheer heck of it. Part of her wanted to go off on this man for wasting their time, but the other half of her knew he was just doing his job. Doing his job badly, perhaps, but he was still just doing his job. "You're saying Jason Voorhees killed these teenagers?"
"Yeah. I know it sounds awful crazy. That's why I wanted to keep it low profile. I was afraid people might get scared thinking there was some crazy guy in a hockey mask roaming around," Sheriff Hutchins said.
"Well, 'crazy guy in a hockey mask' does fit Jason's description," Doggett said.
Out of the corner of her eye, Scully could see he was trying his hardest not to laugh. It was up to her to get the rest of the job done. She tried to look on the bright side; there was no way the day could get any worse. "So, was an autopsy done on the bodies?" she asked.
"Uh, no," Sheriff Hutchins said. "We heard you were some kind of expert at that and we didn't want to mess things up. We didn't want to ruin your fun." He chuckled and gave her a little nudge with his elbow.
She forced a smile. She thought about how she stood corrected. Now the day couldn't get any worse. Everybody knows there's nothing quite like the thrill of slicing open dead teenagers. "Where are the bodies now?" Scully asked, almost sighing
"They're at the county morgue. I trust you'll be taking a look at them?"
"Of course. We'll also probably talk to the sister. We'll get back to you on that one," Scully said. "Thank you for your time, Sheriff Hutchins."
"No, thank you," he said politely. He stood for a moment, surveying the scene like he was reminiscing back to the week before, back when his town was more innocent. "Sick freak," he muttered.
The agents started walking back to their car, and as soon as they were out of Hutchins's earshot, Doggett spoke up. "You know, when I got on board the X-Files, I never knew we'd get to work with celebrities…"
"Very funny, Agent Doggett."
"I'm just a little concerned about how we're gonna arrest him, that's all. He is a zombie for crying out loud, and he's survived some twenty thousand sequels."
"Actually, it's only seven sequels," Scully said. "And, I highly doubt we're dealing with a zombie, or anything supernatural for that matter. I think that there was somebody out in these woods, perhaps dressed like Jason from the Friday the 13th movies, and he killed these kids. The harpoon Jaime claims to have scene was just a hallucination due to fear and drugs."
Doggett nodded thoughtfully. "That's what I was thinking, but why would someone kill two kids like this?"
"It's like I said earlier. Two teenagers in the woods, using drugs, and obviously about to engage in a sexual exploit; they pretty much painted a target on their heads and said 'kill me'. Haven't you ever seen a slasher movie, Agent Doggett?"
"Of course," he said, chuckling. "I watched them all the time with my son."
"You let your little boy watch those movies?" Scully asked, surprised. "I had you penned as the uptight, conservative father type."
"Well, we only watched the ones on network television. That way all the sex and most of the blood were taken out. You know, all the good stuff."
"Wasn't he scared though?"
"Nah, not really. We made fun of how dumb it was, usually, and if he did get scared, I was there to hold him until it was over. One time he told me he wasn't scared of Michael Myers because he knew if that guy showed up, his daddy would kick his ass." Doggett smiled sadly. "I felt really bad when I had to wash his mouth out with soap."
"I see," Scully said with a smile. "You sound like a good father."
Doggett looked away from her, not wanting her to see how much pain lied behind his eyes. As he climbed into the driver's side of their car, he almost muttered, "No, I'm not."
"So what are you going to do while I'm getting to know Jaime and Teddy?" Scully asked.
Doggett put the car into drive. "I'll talk to the sister. See if she can give us any leads."