Aaahhhhh. A real chapter.
Chapter 6- The Man Who Wouldn't Die
Mulder nearly dropped his glass. There, standing in the middle of the kitchen, was a tall figure in a long black hooded cloak. His face and hands were disturbingly skeletal. The figure drew back its sleeve a few inches to check its watch. It was the strangest watch Mulder had ever seen, with dials and four digital screens.
"I can't believe this," the skeleton man said. "As if my job isn't difficult enough, people can't even die on schedule. I was sure-" He broke off and checked his watch again. "Yes, someone was supposed to die right now. Okay, who hasn't died here?" He sounded as though he were about to berate someone thoroughly if they did not die on the spot.
"You're-" Mulder began. He could barely manage the rest of the sentence. "You're Death."
"Who did you expect, the tooth fairy? Wait, you can see me, that means you were supposed to die! Why aren't you dead?"
"Well, I-" Mulder didn't know what to say. Scully entered at that moment, gasped and dropped her glass. Mulder bent to catch it, his catlike reflexes kicking in for once.
"Yes, it says here," Death said, reading from a tiny scroll, " 'Fox Mulder, FBI agent, August 13-"
"NO!" Scully bellowed. Death and Mulder both looked wide-eyed at her. "NO! You cannot have him, do you hear me? You have no idea how many times this man has 'died'. And you will not take him this time! I will not be left alone again! DO YOU HEAR ME?!!"
Death took a few seconds to continue staring at her, his eye sockets still wide with surprise. He read the rest of the scroll. "Food poisoning, sunflower seeds."
Mulder almost laughed. "If I was going to die from sunflower seed poisoning, I would have done so a long time ago."
Death did not appear phased. (A/N: I mean, it's Death, you know?) "Well, I cannot take you if you aren't actually dead. As a matter of fact, I think I do remember you. Your soul wouldn't come away. So I just left you there." Turning, Death's skeletal grin appeared to widen. "I bet I'll have a hard time getting you to come with me, Dana Scully. But not for a long time. Long. Well, I have deaths to attend to. If you would excuse me-" and Death was gone.
"Scully-"
"Please. Just don't say anything, Mulder. You are not allowed to die again until after I've died at least once."
Mulder couldn't help smiling as she stalked from the kitchen.
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"Where is Harry? I swear, if I have to stay in here any longer, I'll go mad!!" Ron was having a very difficult time keeping his agreement with Hermione. He kept looking wistfully at his clothes, wishing they were not there. But apparently he liked candy more than he liked nudity.
"*Go* mad?" Hermione muttered. She was reading again, though Mulder could not tell what about.
Ron glared at her. "This is all your fault. You and your schemes of candy. Curse you!"
"My fault? Hold on a minute! I believe it was Sirius's idea to come here in the first place, and it was your own spell that made you fall in love with your own bare body!! And I am not the Parselmouth who has not shown up yet! Don't you dare blame me!"
After glowering for a good fifteen minutes, Hermione left the room, not even bothering to slam her book shut. Ron attempted to make obscene gestures after her, but all he managed was unbuttoning his shirt a bit.
Mulder watched Ron sit down with a huff. The young redhead turned to him. "What am I going to do about her?"
"I had a best friend, back when I was young," Mulder began. "Wait, don't interrupt. I never get to tell this story. Anyway, we did everything together. We never went anywhere without each other. I thought we would be friends until the day after forever."
"What happened?"
"When I was twelve, he threw up in my fish tank."
"Uh…your fish tank?"
Scully, who had just entered, rolled her eyes and groaned, "ugh, not the fish tank story again." Mulder shook his head at her.
"I thought you said you never get to tell this story."
"That tank held an alien fish, proof of my long time theory that we are not alone in the universe." Mulder wanted to sound defensive, but even he thought his claim was unbelievable.
"Yeah, okay. So-"
"The point is, I got so mad at him, I decided to get back at him. I- well, I played a prank on him. A bad one. He never forgave me, and I don't blame him. I know that I should have just let it go. I mean, I had had the fish for a year, and had not managed to convince anyone of its extraterrestrial origins. Even though I never fed him the whole time I had him. But my friend's vomit killed him sure enough."
"Okay, yeah. I think I get what you're saying. I'm gonna go throw up in Hermione's fish tank. I'm just kidding! I'm gonna go apologize."
Ron left, and Mulder sat back in his chair, glad his story might have helped someone. Sure enough, Ron and Hermione did not argue again until a day later, when he snorted into his breakfast, spraying it on her new shirt. But that was normal.
Sirius looked up from the table that morning when a sharp tapping sounded on the window. "Hedwig!"
A snowy owl fluttered just outside. She held and envelope clutched in her beak. Sirius knew the window wouldn't open, but how would you explain something like that to an owl? However, a moment later, the owl was flying off in another direction.
"Guys, good news. I think Harry's going to arrive soon. I think that's why he sent Hedwig, to tell us he's on his way."
Hermione and Ron sighed with relief. Mulder and Scully was not sure exactly what they should think about that, but they also knew, from Chapter 1, that this would mean release from this damned mansion.
Later on, Mulder almost did not notice when Scully walked by his room in a revealing slip nightdress. She winked at him as she glided into her room. God, how he wanted her. But that could not happen, at least not now. Mulder was so distracted, it took him a few moments to realize that the red eyes had appeared outside his window once again.
End.
Okay, so there's chapter 6. I'm losing inspiration. I think about two more chapters should do it, and an epilogue. Yeah. Anyway, please review!! Mwah. Thanks to the TWO people who have reviewed so far. YEAH, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chapter 6- The Man Who Wouldn't Die
Mulder nearly dropped his glass. There, standing in the middle of the kitchen, was a tall figure in a long black hooded cloak. His face and hands were disturbingly skeletal. The figure drew back its sleeve a few inches to check its watch. It was the strangest watch Mulder had ever seen, with dials and four digital screens.
"I can't believe this," the skeleton man said. "As if my job isn't difficult enough, people can't even die on schedule. I was sure-" He broke off and checked his watch again. "Yes, someone was supposed to die right now. Okay, who hasn't died here?" He sounded as though he were about to berate someone thoroughly if they did not die on the spot.
"You're-" Mulder began. He could barely manage the rest of the sentence. "You're Death."
"Who did you expect, the tooth fairy? Wait, you can see me, that means you were supposed to die! Why aren't you dead?"
"Well, I-" Mulder didn't know what to say. Scully entered at that moment, gasped and dropped her glass. Mulder bent to catch it, his catlike reflexes kicking in for once.
"Yes, it says here," Death said, reading from a tiny scroll, " 'Fox Mulder, FBI agent, August 13-"
"NO!" Scully bellowed. Death and Mulder both looked wide-eyed at her. "NO! You cannot have him, do you hear me? You have no idea how many times this man has 'died'. And you will not take him this time! I will not be left alone again! DO YOU HEAR ME?!!"
Death took a few seconds to continue staring at her, his eye sockets still wide with surprise. He read the rest of the scroll. "Food poisoning, sunflower seeds."
Mulder almost laughed. "If I was going to die from sunflower seed poisoning, I would have done so a long time ago."
Death did not appear phased. (A/N: I mean, it's Death, you know?) "Well, I cannot take you if you aren't actually dead. As a matter of fact, I think I do remember you. Your soul wouldn't come away. So I just left you there." Turning, Death's skeletal grin appeared to widen. "I bet I'll have a hard time getting you to come with me, Dana Scully. But not for a long time. Long. Well, I have deaths to attend to. If you would excuse me-" and Death was gone.
"Scully-"
"Please. Just don't say anything, Mulder. You are not allowed to die again until after I've died at least once."
Mulder couldn't help smiling as she stalked from the kitchen.
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"Where is Harry? I swear, if I have to stay in here any longer, I'll go mad!!" Ron was having a very difficult time keeping his agreement with Hermione. He kept looking wistfully at his clothes, wishing they were not there. But apparently he liked candy more than he liked nudity.
"*Go* mad?" Hermione muttered. She was reading again, though Mulder could not tell what about.
Ron glared at her. "This is all your fault. You and your schemes of candy. Curse you!"
"My fault? Hold on a minute! I believe it was Sirius's idea to come here in the first place, and it was your own spell that made you fall in love with your own bare body!! And I am not the Parselmouth who has not shown up yet! Don't you dare blame me!"
After glowering for a good fifteen minutes, Hermione left the room, not even bothering to slam her book shut. Ron attempted to make obscene gestures after her, but all he managed was unbuttoning his shirt a bit.
Mulder watched Ron sit down with a huff. The young redhead turned to him. "What am I going to do about her?"
"I had a best friend, back when I was young," Mulder began. "Wait, don't interrupt. I never get to tell this story. Anyway, we did everything together. We never went anywhere without each other. I thought we would be friends until the day after forever."
"What happened?"
"When I was twelve, he threw up in my fish tank."
"Uh…your fish tank?"
Scully, who had just entered, rolled her eyes and groaned, "ugh, not the fish tank story again." Mulder shook his head at her.
"I thought you said you never get to tell this story."
"That tank held an alien fish, proof of my long time theory that we are not alone in the universe." Mulder wanted to sound defensive, but even he thought his claim was unbelievable.
"Yeah, okay. So-"
"The point is, I got so mad at him, I decided to get back at him. I- well, I played a prank on him. A bad one. He never forgave me, and I don't blame him. I know that I should have just let it go. I mean, I had had the fish for a year, and had not managed to convince anyone of its extraterrestrial origins. Even though I never fed him the whole time I had him. But my friend's vomit killed him sure enough."
"Okay, yeah. I think I get what you're saying. I'm gonna go throw up in Hermione's fish tank. I'm just kidding! I'm gonna go apologize."
Ron left, and Mulder sat back in his chair, glad his story might have helped someone. Sure enough, Ron and Hermione did not argue again until a day later, when he snorted into his breakfast, spraying it on her new shirt. But that was normal.
Sirius looked up from the table that morning when a sharp tapping sounded on the window. "Hedwig!"
A snowy owl fluttered just outside. She held and envelope clutched in her beak. Sirius knew the window wouldn't open, but how would you explain something like that to an owl? However, a moment later, the owl was flying off in another direction.
"Guys, good news. I think Harry's going to arrive soon. I think that's why he sent Hedwig, to tell us he's on his way."
Hermione and Ron sighed with relief. Mulder and Scully was not sure exactly what they should think about that, but they also knew, from Chapter 1, that this would mean release from this damned mansion.
Later on, Mulder almost did not notice when Scully walked by his room in a revealing slip nightdress. She winked at him as she glided into her room. God, how he wanted her. But that could not happen, at least not now. Mulder was so distracted, it took him a few moments to realize that the red eyes had appeared outside his window once again.
End.
Okay, so there's chapter 6. I'm losing inspiration. I think about two more chapters should do it, and an epilogue. Yeah. Anyway, please review!! Mwah. Thanks to the TWO people who have reviewed so far. YEAH, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!