Left Behind
By: Olivia
Chapter 1
John saw the circle and his heart stopped beating. He knew he was already too late as he pulled his car off the road and exited quickly leaving the headlights striking a beam of light into the darkness. He willed his leaden feet forward toward the Virginia State police officers that stood in a circle on the hill.
John knew that circle. He knew what it meant. And yet a small spark of hope in him refused to die upon seeing the circle. The circle always meant death. The living surrounding the dead in an almost instinctive, protective manner. It had been so when he found Luke. It had been so when he first found Mulder. It must be so now. And yet maybe, maybe it's not the one, the one he had been so tirelessly in search of.
John reached the circle and it opened, parted, letting him in, letting him become a participant. But he refused to be a participant. He refused to be part of the circle. He walked inside the circle and got down on his knees. He knew, he knew it already, and yet refused to believe right up until he gently brushed the dark hair out of her face. It was then that he believed. He believed in it all. In that moment he absorbed her beliefs and yet lost all faith at the same time. He had forced himself to believe in order to find her and it had amounted to nothing.
Inside the circle, John's tears started to course down his cheeks, hot and heavy. He put his hand to her frozen bruised cheek and he mentally cursed those that had done this to her. They would pay for this. They would pay.
He could feel them pulling him away, trying to separate him from her, separate life from death. Part of him knew they were worried about him tainting evidence. Evidence be damned. He already knew who was responsible. If he had to believe in order to make them pay, then that was a price he was willing to pay.
Denial, anger, grief all exploded in John at that moment. He had been a ticking time bomb and he had finally been set off.
"Noooooo! Noooooo! Nooooooo!," John howled as they pulled him away, separating him from her. John refused to be parted from her. He refused to accept that she was gone, lost, forever separated from her. "Monica!!!!! Monica!!!!!!! Monica!!!!!!!!" he howled again and again and again. But she couldn't hear him. Not anymore.
By: Olivia
Chapter 1
John saw the circle and his heart stopped beating. He knew he was already too late as he pulled his car off the road and exited quickly leaving the headlights striking a beam of light into the darkness. He willed his leaden feet forward toward the Virginia State police officers that stood in a circle on the hill.
John knew that circle. He knew what it meant. And yet a small spark of hope in him refused to die upon seeing the circle. The circle always meant death. The living surrounding the dead in an almost instinctive, protective manner. It had been so when he found Luke. It had been so when he first found Mulder. It must be so now. And yet maybe, maybe it's not the one, the one he had been so tirelessly in search of.
John reached the circle and it opened, parted, letting him in, letting him become a participant. But he refused to be a participant. He refused to be part of the circle. He walked inside the circle and got down on his knees. He knew, he knew it already, and yet refused to believe right up until he gently brushed the dark hair out of her face. It was then that he believed. He believed in it all. In that moment he absorbed her beliefs and yet lost all faith at the same time. He had forced himself to believe in order to find her and it had amounted to nothing.
Inside the circle, John's tears started to course down his cheeks, hot and heavy. He put his hand to her frozen bruised cheek and he mentally cursed those that had done this to her. They would pay for this. They would pay.
He could feel them pulling him away, trying to separate him from her, separate life from death. Part of him knew they were worried about him tainting evidence. Evidence be damned. He already knew who was responsible. If he had to believe in order to make them pay, then that was a price he was willing to pay.
Denial, anger, grief all exploded in John at that moment. He had been a ticking time bomb and he had finally been set off.
"Noooooo! Noooooo! Nooooooo!," John howled as they pulled him away, separating him from her. John refused to be parted from her. He refused to accept that she was gone, lost, forever separated from her. "Monica!!!!! Monica!!!!!!! Monica!!!!!!!!" he howled again and again and again. But she couldn't hear him. Not anymore.
