Chapter 5: Stakeout
Agent Mulder and I sat in the house across the street from the Porter residence. We had a telescope set up so we could peer into the home. "Mulder, I can take it from here," I said. I could tell that he was tired.
"Scully, I don't want you to get hurt," he told me with a sympathetic look on his face.
"Trust me, I'm fine. What could happen to me? I'm just watching a house."
"But . . ."
"Don't worry."
"Well, alright. Just phone me if you find anything."
I nodded, "See ya, Mulder." He walked out of the house slowly.
"Be careful," he warned, and then he was on his way.
I sighed and sat at the telescope, watching the house across the street. I saw the man in the kitchen making dinner. He seemed calm and happy. I could never imagine he was a psycho. I watched as Carrie came into the room and hugged her father. He hugged her too. They began talking, but I couldn't tell what they were saying. I wished the Lone Gunmen were here, even though Frohike would be flirting with me. Nevertheless, I kept watching and watching for about an hour, not seeing a thing. Then I decided to call Mulder.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Mulder, it's me," I answered in the usual way.
"Hey Scully. How's the stakeout?"
"Not too good. I think he's innocent."
"I'll be over in a bit, I'm just doing another background check on that Kerns guy."
"Okay Mulder, I'll see ya soon." I hung up, feeling a bit nervous.
Once again, I looked through the telescope, seeing nothing wrong. There was movement in the bushes. I gasped and held my breath, wanting to scream. It's just your imagination, Scully; I told myself, nothing to be afraid of. Calming myself down almost worked, and I gathered up my courage to go outside to prove my theory. I walked nervously to the door, and opened it, expecting a crazed killer to come at me with a knife. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping to God no one would get me. I opened one eye, looking around, realizing that no one was there. I let out a sigh. "Stupid!" muttered to myself, slapping my head with my palm.
Suddenly, I felt a presence. I opened my eyes, seeing Kerns' smiling face. I took a deep gasp of air, my heart beating faster. "Hello, my red one," he said.
"Mr. Kerns . . ." I began, "what are you doing?" My heart beat faster and faster, body pumping itself full of adrenalin.
"Good-bye, red one," Kerns said in a dark tone. He took a knife out of his pocket, "It's time for you to die."
I stepped back from him and began to run. I didn't know where I was running to, but I was running.
Meanwhile, Mulder was at the hotel, trying to get a line through to me. He had found that Kerns was the killer. The phone rang and rang, but I was far from that house now. I was running through the woods with a schizophrenic killer at my heels (yes, I was wearing heels, and it was extremely uncomfortable). I suddenly tripped over a root, falling on my face and sliding through the mud. I was bleeding, but I had to get up before Kerns got to me. I let out a terrified scream as Kerns almost grasped me by the leg. Then he stopped. I looked back, still running, to see Carrie, just standing there, as if she were waiting for Kerns to kill her. Kerns ran toward the child, but she ran with him now at her heels. Even though he wasn't after me any more, I knew he'd be back for me, so I ran and ran until I came to a clearing near the lake. Behind me I heard large thumping footsteps of Kerns' old boots. I gasped and realized he was after me again. I quickly ran to the water and began to swim underneath. I held my breath for as long as I possibly could, but I knew I was screwed. Kerns was about to murder me.
Then, I heard it: the sound of approaching police vehicles. I burst out of the murky water, all wet and cold. My outfit was ruined, I was bleeding and I knew something was broken. I limped toward the shore, wet and cold. I shivered as I stood there for a second. Suddenly, out of one of the cars came Mulder, running towards me. He wrapped his warm arms around me and I buried my face in his chest as I cried. Mulder kissed my head. "It's okay," he crooned, "It's okay." I continued to cry, because of the pain and horror that I had just experienced.
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Agent Mulder and I sat in the house across the street from the Porter residence. We had a telescope set up so we could peer into the home. "Mulder, I can take it from here," I said. I could tell that he was tired.
"Scully, I don't want you to get hurt," he told me with a sympathetic look on his face.
"Trust me, I'm fine. What could happen to me? I'm just watching a house."
"But . . ."
"Don't worry."
"Well, alright. Just phone me if you find anything."
I nodded, "See ya, Mulder." He walked out of the house slowly.
"Be careful," he warned, and then he was on his way.
I sighed and sat at the telescope, watching the house across the street. I saw the man in the kitchen making dinner. He seemed calm and happy. I could never imagine he was a psycho. I watched as Carrie came into the room and hugged her father. He hugged her too. They began talking, but I couldn't tell what they were saying. I wished the Lone Gunmen were here, even though Frohike would be flirting with me. Nevertheless, I kept watching and watching for about an hour, not seeing a thing. Then I decided to call Mulder.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Mulder, it's me," I answered in the usual way.
"Hey Scully. How's the stakeout?"
"Not too good. I think he's innocent."
"I'll be over in a bit, I'm just doing another background check on that Kerns guy."
"Okay Mulder, I'll see ya soon." I hung up, feeling a bit nervous.
Once again, I looked through the telescope, seeing nothing wrong. There was movement in the bushes. I gasped and held my breath, wanting to scream. It's just your imagination, Scully; I told myself, nothing to be afraid of. Calming myself down almost worked, and I gathered up my courage to go outside to prove my theory. I walked nervously to the door, and opened it, expecting a crazed killer to come at me with a knife. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping to God no one would get me. I opened one eye, looking around, realizing that no one was there. I let out a sigh. "Stupid!" muttered to myself, slapping my head with my palm.
Suddenly, I felt a presence. I opened my eyes, seeing Kerns' smiling face. I took a deep gasp of air, my heart beating faster. "Hello, my red one," he said.
"Mr. Kerns . . ." I began, "what are you doing?" My heart beat faster and faster, body pumping itself full of adrenalin.
"Good-bye, red one," Kerns said in a dark tone. He took a knife out of his pocket, "It's time for you to die."
I stepped back from him and began to run. I didn't know where I was running to, but I was running.
Meanwhile, Mulder was at the hotel, trying to get a line through to me. He had found that Kerns was the killer. The phone rang and rang, but I was far from that house now. I was running through the woods with a schizophrenic killer at my heels (yes, I was wearing heels, and it was extremely uncomfortable). I suddenly tripped over a root, falling on my face and sliding through the mud. I was bleeding, but I had to get up before Kerns got to me. I let out a terrified scream as Kerns almost grasped me by the leg. Then he stopped. I looked back, still running, to see Carrie, just standing there, as if she were waiting for Kerns to kill her. Kerns ran toward the child, but she ran with him now at her heels. Even though he wasn't after me any more, I knew he'd be back for me, so I ran and ran until I came to a clearing near the lake. Behind me I heard large thumping footsteps of Kerns' old boots. I gasped and realized he was after me again. I quickly ran to the water and began to swim underneath. I held my breath for as long as I possibly could, but I knew I was screwed. Kerns was about to murder me.
Then, I heard it: the sound of approaching police vehicles. I burst out of the murky water, all wet and cold. My outfit was ruined, I was bleeding and I knew something was broken. I limped toward the shore, wet and cold. I shivered as I stood there for a second. Suddenly, out of one of the cars came Mulder, running towards me. He wrapped his warm arms around me and I buried my face in his chest as I cried. Mulder kissed my head. "It's okay," he crooned, "It's okay." I continued to cry, because of the pain and horror that I had just experienced.
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