Going In For The Kill - chapter 11
Mulder knew he was supposed to wait five minutes before entering the house, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so. He couldn't shake the feeling that Scully was in trouble.
He swung wide around the house and spotted a little door leading to a room he assumed was the kitchen. A quick look through the window confirmed this and he silently entered the room.
Seeing now one, he shed his cumbersome coat and gloves and reached for his weapon checking to make sure it wasn't frozen. Luckily keeping it close to his body had done the trick and it was ready to go.
Mulder stood and listened. The house was quiet - too quiet considering he knew that at least one other person should have moving around somewhere.
He slowly crossed the kitchen and started his way through the house - listening very, very carefully.
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Chip lay Scully on the bed in one of the spare bedrooms and starting stripping her wet and snowy clothes off of her. She hardly moved as he removed one item after another throwing them into a soggy heap in the corner of the room.
When he had stripped her down to her under garments he quickly bound her arms and feet to the bed posts. She was quiet enough now but when she started to come around she would surely put up a fight.
Chip was looking forward to it.
It was only after he had secured her, that he took a second to actually look at her. She was more beautiful than he thought she would be.
Her proportions were perfect and she had more curves than she allowed to show through her baggy clothes.
"Yes, she will do nicely" he thought to himself forgetting for the moment about Mulder. He began to take off his own clothes but unlike Scully's he paused to neatly fold each piece of clothing after he removed them.
The simple action calmed his mind and let him think about all the wonderful things he would do to Scully.
He would make her cry. He would make her scream. And if she pleased him well enough, he would make her come.
It was the least he could do for her before killing her.
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Mulder silently moved throughout the house. Going at such a slow pace was killing him but he knew if he rushed and exposed himself that he was exposing Scully to even more danger.
He looked around the living room and the library and found fires roaring in both rooms. A cup of coffee was sitting by one of the easy chairs.
It was still warm which meant he was here somewhere and he probably had Scully.
Mulder gritted his teeth to keep from yelling her name and slowly, quietly walked over to the closed door down the hall from the library.
He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it ever so slowly and ever so quietly. He pushed the door open but an inch and peered inside.
What he saw made his heart sink. The room was dark with only one candle burning on the dresser, but on the bed was a woman. A woman who was obviously hurt and trying very hard not to let her sobs of torment be heard.
"Scully?" Mulder whispered as he pushed open the door another few inches "Scully is that you?"
"I'm St.a.c.y" a small voice whispered. "Is that you Fox?" her sobs grew more defined as she realized that help had finally arrived.
Mulder entered the room and silently shut the door behind him. "Yes Stacy, Scully and I are both here."
"Have you come to save me?"
"Yes, now what I am going to do is untie you so that when the moment comes you will be able to run. I want you to run into the kitchen. My coat and gloves are there. I want you to put them on and get out of the house and meet me in the little shed out back. Do you think you can do that? "
"Y.e.s" Stacy said trying to keep herself from sobbing more. "He has her you know."
"Who?"
"Chip, he has Scully. Somehow he knew you were coming and he was waiting for you. He boasted about what he was going to do to you both the last time he." Stacy could bring herself to say the horrible word.
Mulder felt his blood turn to ice. "Where, Stacy? Where would he have taken her?"
"I don't know - there are more bedrooms upstairs I think."
Mulder abruptly turned to leave the room then stopped. He slowly turned around and walked over to Stacy. He cupped her face with one hand "We will get out of this you know. I won't let him hurt you any more. Do you believe that?"
"Yes" she whispered so softly that Mulder could hardly hear her. "Go find her Fox."
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Scully could feel nothing except the incredible pounding inside her head. She fought the pain and tried to open up her eyes. When she did, the pain got even worse.
She tried again and all she saw Chip moving her service weapon from one hand to the next trying to get a feel for it. He gently placed on her pile of clothes in the corner and turned his attention back to her.
Scully managed to get out a feeble "Mulder - help!" before he struck her across the face sending her back into the darkness.
"Mulder" Chip thought to himself. "I had totally forgotten about him. I haven't heard him coming into the house yet so I should be able to get in a little loving before shooting him with Dana's gun."
He slowly climbed onto the bed and began toying with Scully's breasts.
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Mulder was just making his way up the stairs when he heard Scully's weak scream. He bolted up the stairs two at a time and began running down the hall checking each door as he went.
"Hold on Scully" he said out loud while hoping against hope that he wasn't too late.
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Chip had slowly climbed on top of Scully and was about to truly mount her when he heard the sounds of footsteps down the hall.
He jumped off the bed with considerable ease considering his boxer shorts were down around his knees. He stood behind the door and waited.
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Mulder had almost run out of doors when he found one locked. He banged the door screaming "Scully" and when he got no response he began throwing himself against the door. Again and again he threw himself. He shoulder was starting to ache from the abuse, be he didn't stop.
Finally the door flew open. There in front of him strapped to the bed was Scully. She was clearly unconscious but he couldn't tell from where he was standing if she had been more seriously hurt.
He stepped towards the bed for a closer look and Chip saw his chance. He attacked Mulder from behind sending him sprawling across the room in one direction with his gun going in another.
Mulder landed with a grunt and hauled himself back up. His shoulder was throbbing in pain. Mulder ignored it and lunged himself at Chip.
Both men clung to each other exchanging punches. Both trying to reach Mulder's gun first.
The sounds of the fighting men drew Scully out of her stupor. She slowly came to but it took her a second or two to wrap her mind around what was going on.
She was half naked strapped to a bed and Mulder and Chip appeared to be in fight to the death. She gasped when she realized what was going on.
At the sound Mulder turned his head and Chip seized the moment to blow past him and pick up the gun.
"Don't move a muscle" Chip panted as he pointed the gun at Mulder. "One move and I will kill you first and that pretty little thing second."
Mulder glared at Chip but didn't move. His mind was too busy studying his options. Behind Chip Scully was frantically thrashing around the bed trying to loosen her bonds.
Chip walked backwards towards the dresser next to Scully and opened up a drawer. He felt around a little bit and pulled out a small flask.
He rolled it towards Mulder. "Open it up and take a whiff or two"
"What is it?" Scully demanding cursing Chip for blocking her view.
"Just something that will take the fight out of him. Nothing too long lasting. Just long enough so I can tie him up."
"Mulder, don't do it - it could be some sort of poison."
"Do it now" Chip demanded as he cocked Mulder's gun "or I will turn around and shoot her in the head before you are halfway to me."
Mulder looked at him and saw by the madness raging in his eyes, that he would have no trouble keeping his threat.
He picked up the flask, opened it and took a couple of long whiffs. Whatever was in the flask smelled sickly sweet and made his head spin so much he had to sit down.
He didn't pass out, but he lacked the energy to move. He did nothing as Chip walked over to him and expertly bound his hands behind him and his feet in front of him.
"Don't worry" he said to Scully as he put down the gun and headed over to the bed "he won't miss the good part. I will just amuse myself until he comes out of it and then he can watch while I take you on the ride of your life."
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Mulder's head was spinning out of control and he was dreaming a terrible dream. A dream where Scully was in danger and he was unable to help her. All he could was watch.
Scully looked over at Mulder trying to focus on him and not the horrible creature that was proceeded to rub himself all over her body. Mulder sat there with his eyes closed thrashing his head back and forth as if trying to drive a demon from his mind.
The thrashing finally stopped and Mulder slowly opened his eyes and in them Scully saw nothing but pure horror at what he was witnessing.
Their eyes met and that brought them a moment of peace before Chip stopped his suckling and noticed that Mulder was awake.
"Ah, we have been waiting for you, haven't we my dear?" Chip reached past Scully head and pulled a condom out of the dresser drawer. "I know it isn't very romantic but one can't be too careful" he said as he slowly unrolled the latex.
Scully shut eyes as hard as she could and prepared herself for his painful entry. She held her breath as she felt him get into position. Closer, closer he was almost there when a single shot rang out in the room.
Chip fell on top of her the dead weight of his head colliding with hers and knocking her out.
Mulder had adverted his eyes too when he saw Chip start to mount Scully. He just couldn't bring himself to witness her being violated. His eyes flew open when he heard the shot and he thought that Chip had killed Scully instead of raping her.
He was wrong.
In the doorway stood Stacy still holding the gun steady, ready to shoot again.
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Mulder knew he was supposed to wait five minutes before entering the house, but he just couldn't bring himself to do so. He couldn't shake the feeling that Scully was in trouble.
He swung wide around the house and spotted a little door leading to a room he assumed was the kitchen. A quick look through the window confirmed this and he silently entered the room.
Seeing now one, he shed his cumbersome coat and gloves and reached for his weapon checking to make sure it wasn't frozen. Luckily keeping it close to his body had done the trick and it was ready to go.
Mulder stood and listened. The house was quiet - too quiet considering he knew that at least one other person should have moving around somewhere.
He slowly crossed the kitchen and started his way through the house - listening very, very carefully.
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Chip lay Scully on the bed in one of the spare bedrooms and starting stripping her wet and snowy clothes off of her. She hardly moved as he removed one item after another throwing them into a soggy heap in the corner of the room.
When he had stripped her down to her under garments he quickly bound her arms and feet to the bed posts. She was quiet enough now but when she started to come around she would surely put up a fight.
Chip was looking forward to it.
It was only after he had secured her, that he took a second to actually look at her. She was more beautiful than he thought she would be.
Her proportions were perfect and she had more curves than she allowed to show through her baggy clothes.
"Yes, she will do nicely" he thought to himself forgetting for the moment about Mulder. He began to take off his own clothes but unlike Scully's he paused to neatly fold each piece of clothing after he removed them.
The simple action calmed his mind and let him think about all the wonderful things he would do to Scully.
He would make her cry. He would make her scream. And if she pleased him well enough, he would make her come.
It was the least he could do for her before killing her.
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Mulder silently moved throughout the house. Going at such a slow pace was killing him but he knew if he rushed and exposed himself that he was exposing Scully to even more danger.
He looked around the living room and the library and found fires roaring in both rooms. A cup of coffee was sitting by one of the easy chairs.
It was still warm which meant he was here somewhere and he probably had Scully.
Mulder gritted his teeth to keep from yelling her name and slowly, quietly walked over to the closed door down the hall from the library.
He put his hand on the doorknob and turned it ever so slowly and ever so quietly. He pushed the door open but an inch and peered inside.
What he saw made his heart sink. The room was dark with only one candle burning on the dresser, but on the bed was a woman. A woman who was obviously hurt and trying very hard not to let her sobs of torment be heard.
"Scully?" Mulder whispered as he pushed open the door another few inches "Scully is that you?"
"I'm St.a.c.y" a small voice whispered. "Is that you Fox?" her sobs grew more defined as she realized that help had finally arrived.
Mulder entered the room and silently shut the door behind him. "Yes Stacy, Scully and I are both here."
"Have you come to save me?"
"Yes, now what I am going to do is untie you so that when the moment comes you will be able to run. I want you to run into the kitchen. My coat and gloves are there. I want you to put them on and get out of the house and meet me in the little shed out back. Do you think you can do that? "
"Y.e.s" Stacy said trying to keep herself from sobbing more. "He has her you know."
"Who?"
"Chip, he has Scully. Somehow he knew you were coming and he was waiting for you. He boasted about what he was going to do to you both the last time he." Stacy could bring herself to say the horrible word.
Mulder felt his blood turn to ice. "Where, Stacy? Where would he have taken her?"
"I don't know - there are more bedrooms upstairs I think."
Mulder abruptly turned to leave the room then stopped. He slowly turned around and walked over to Stacy. He cupped her face with one hand "We will get out of this you know. I won't let him hurt you any more. Do you believe that?"
"Yes" she whispered so softly that Mulder could hardly hear her. "Go find her Fox."
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Scully could feel nothing except the incredible pounding inside her head. She fought the pain and tried to open up her eyes. When she did, the pain got even worse.
She tried again and all she saw Chip moving her service weapon from one hand to the next trying to get a feel for it. He gently placed on her pile of clothes in the corner and turned his attention back to her.
Scully managed to get out a feeble "Mulder - help!" before he struck her across the face sending her back into the darkness.
"Mulder" Chip thought to himself. "I had totally forgotten about him. I haven't heard him coming into the house yet so I should be able to get in a little loving before shooting him with Dana's gun."
He slowly climbed onto the bed and began toying with Scully's breasts.
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Mulder was just making his way up the stairs when he heard Scully's weak scream. He bolted up the stairs two at a time and began running down the hall checking each door as he went.
"Hold on Scully" he said out loud while hoping against hope that he wasn't too late.
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Chip had slowly climbed on top of Scully and was about to truly mount her when he heard the sounds of footsteps down the hall.
He jumped off the bed with considerable ease considering his boxer shorts were down around his knees. He stood behind the door and waited.
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Mulder had almost run out of doors when he found one locked. He banged the door screaming "Scully" and when he got no response he began throwing himself against the door. Again and again he threw himself. He shoulder was starting to ache from the abuse, be he didn't stop.
Finally the door flew open. There in front of him strapped to the bed was Scully. She was clearly unconscious but he couldn't tell from where he was standing if she had been more seriously hurt.
He stepped towards the bed for a closer look and Chip saw his chance. He attacked Mulder from behind sending him sprawling across the room in one direction with his gun going in another.
Mulder landed with a grunt and hauled himself back up. His shoulder was throbbing in pain. Mulder ignored it and lunged himself at Chip.
Both men clung to each other exchanging punches. Both trying to reach Mulder's gun first.
The sounds of the fighting men drew Scully out of her stupor. She slowly came to but it took her a second or two to wrap her mind around what was going on.
She was half naked strapped to a bed and Mulder and Chip appeared to be in fight to the death. She gasped when she realized what was going on.
At the sound Mulder turned his head and Chip seized the moment to blow past him and pick up the gun.
"Don't move a muscle" Chip panted as he pointed the gun at Mulder. "One move and I will kill you first and that pretty little thing second."
Mulder glared at Chip but didn't move. His mind was too busy studying his options. Behind Chip Scully was frantically thrashing around the bed trying to loosen her bonds.
Chip walked backwards towards the dresser next to Scully and opened up a drawer. He felt around a little bit and pulled out a small flask.
He rolled it towards Mulder. "Open it up and take a whiff or two"
"What is it?" Scully demanding cursing Chip for blocking her view.
"Just something that will take the fight out of him. Nothing too long lasting. Just long enough so I can tie him up."
"Mulder, don't do it - it could be some sort of poison."
"Do it now" Chip demanded as he cocked Mulder's gun "or I will turn around and shoot her in the head before you are halfway to me."
Mulder looked at him and saw by the madness raging in his eyes, that he would have no trouble keeping his threat.
He picked up the flask, opened it and took a couple of long whiffs. Whatever was in the flask smelled sickly sweet and made his head spin so much he had to sit down.
He didn't pass out, but he lacked the energy to move. He did nothing as Chip walked over to him and expertly bound his hands behind him and his feet in front of him.
"Don't worry" he said to Scully as he put down the gun and headed over to the bed "he won't miss the good part. I will just amuse myself until he comes out of it and then he can watch while I take you on the ride of your life."
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Mulder's head was spinning out of control and he was dreaming a terrible dream. A dream where Scully was in danger and he was unable to help her. All he could was watch.
Scully looked over at Mulder trying to focus on him and not the horrible creature that was proceeded to rub himself all over her body. Mulder sat there with his eyes closed thrashing his head back and forth as if trying to drive a demon from his mind.
The thrashing finally stopped and Mulder slowly opened his eyes and in them Scully saw nothing but pure horror at what he was witnessing.
Their eyes met and that brought them a moment of peace before Chip stopped his suckling and noticed that Mulder was awake.
"Ah, we have been waiting for you, haven't we my dear?" Chip reached past Scully head and pulled a condom out of the dresser drawer. "I know it isn't very romantic but one can't be too careful" he said as he slowly unrolled the latex.
Scully shut eyes as hard as she could and prepared herself for his painful entry. She held her breath as she felt him get into position. Closer, closer he was almost there when a single shot rang out in the room.
Chip fell on top of her the dead weight of his head colliding with hers and knocking her out.
Mulder had adverted his eyes too when he saw Chip start to mount Scully. He just couldn't bring himself to witness her being violated. His eyes flew open when he heard the shot and he thought that Chip had killed Scully instead of raping her.
He was wrong.
In the doorway stood Stacy still holding the gun steady, ready to shoot again.
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Author's note: keep that feedback coming - I love it! I am going to try and finish this story up tonight so check back later!