Holiday Inn
9:00 pm, Friday
Fox Mulder stared into the beautiful blue eyes of his new love, Grace. They both sat upon the bed inside room number 315 of the local Holiday Inn. "I love you, Grace," Mulder said and kissed her strawberry lips.
"Aah. You're a good kisser," Grace said in a silly horny voice, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, baby!" Fox cried and tore off his suit. Grace did the same with her dress, and the two were suddenly humping like wild hyenas. But they did not know who would unexpectedly come knocking at their door.
Dana Scully burst into the hotel room, wearing nothing but a shower curtain and a thong atop her head. She looked angrily at the two lovers who were fucking madly and didn't even notice her. Scully pulled out her gun and pointed it toward Grace. "Jump off him, right now!" She yelled, waving the gun.
Grace jumped off Mulder's dick and put her hands in the air. "Scully! What are you doing?" Mulder exclaimed.
"Just murdering your bitch," Scully said and cocked the gun.
"No, Scully! You can't; I love her!" Mulder cried out.
"Shut up!" Scully exclaimed and shot at her archenemy.
Suddenly, to save the day, in came Jack. "No!" Jack yelled as he tackled Scully. Unfortunately, the gun was still in the crazy woman's possession, and she shot Grace in the head.
Grace screamed as she was shot between the eyes. Blood poured over her face and she fell to the ground. Mulder ran towards his dieing love and held her in his arms for the last seconds of her life, "I love you, Fox," Grace croaked and then she died.
"No!" Fox shouted to high Heaven. But nothing could bring her back to life, now. Nothing at all.
Quite soon afterwards, the hospital was called and Grace was loaded into the ambulance. Fox Mulder was sad and angry at the same time. He didn't know whether to kill Scully in a long and painful death or a short and sweet one. He decided not to do either, though.
Fox Mulder stared into the beautiful blue eyes of his new love, Grace. They both sat upon the bed inside room number 315 of the local Holiday Inn. "I love you, Grace," Mulder said and kissed her strawberry lips.
"Aah. You're a good kisser," Grace said in a silly horny voice, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, baby!" Fox cried and tore off his suit. Grace did the same with her dress, and the two were suddenly humping like wild hyenas. But they did not know who would unexpectedly come knocking at their door.
Dana Scully burst into the hotel room, wearing nothing but a shower curtain and a thong atop her head. She looked angrily at the two lovers who were fucking madly and didn't even notice her. Scully pulled out her gun and pointed it toward Grace. "Jump off him, right now!" She yelled, waving the gun.
Grace jumped off Mulder's dick and put her hands in the air. "Scully! What are you doing?" Mulder exclaimed.
"Just murdering your bitch," Scully said and cocked the gun.
"No, Scully! You can't; I love her!" Mulder cried out.
"Shut up!" Scully exclaimed and shot at her archenemy.
Suddenly, to save the day, in came Jack. "No!" Jack yelled as he tackled Scully. Unfortunately, the gun was still in the crazy woman's possession, and she shot Grace in the head.
Grace screamed as she was shot between the eyes. Blood poured over her face and she fell to the ground. Mulder ran towards his dieing love and held her in his arms for the last seconds of her life, "I love you, Fox," Grace croaked and then she died.
"No!" Fox shouted to high Heaven. But nothing could bring her back to life, now. Nothing at all.
Quite soon afterwards, the hospital was called and Grace was loaded into the ambulance. Fox Mulder was sad and angry at the same time. He didn't know whether to kill Scully in a long and painful death or a short and sweet one. He decided not to do either, though.