Chapter 5.
It stood between her and the door, its back pushed up hard against the solid wood. There was no way she would be able to pull it open with his strength holding it shut. It tasted panic. Mmmm. Nice. It could see in her eyes, she knew there was no way they were getting out.
Scully pulled harder on the door, twisting the handle back and forth.
"Mulder, it's stuck." She said with a puzzled expression on her face.
"What. It doesn't look broken." He moved in closer, inspecting the doorframe for any signs of damage.
"Well its not going to budge." She commented, forgetting about being careful and putting all her strength into pulling on the handle.
Mulder stepped back from the door frowning.
"I don't like this Mulder," Said Scully finally giving up her fight with the handle, "Hand me my gun will you I dropped it right over…." Her hand wavered in midair as she indicated where her gun had fallen, and her sentence trailed off. "Mulder, where's my weapon," She said, her voice tainted with unease as she looked frantically around "I had it before. I dropped it just there, when you fell on me."
"Mine's gone too." Mulder said flatly looking at the space on the wooden floor where his gun should have been.
Scully slowly backed away from the door and stood next to him.
"I don't like this," She whispered. Then the initial panic and confusion faded from her voice and professionalism and rational thinking proceeded in her mind "Are there any other accessible exist from your apartment? A fire escape?"
He nodded, turned on his heal and began towards the kitchen with Scully in step behind him.
It stood between her and the door, its back pushed up hard against the solid wood. There was no way she would be able to pull it open with his strength holding it shut. It tasted panic. Mmmm. Nice. It could see in her eyes, she knew there was no way they were getting out.
Scully pulled harder on the door, twisting the handle back and forth.
"Mulder, it's stuck." She said with a puzzled expression on her face.
"What. It doesn't look broken." He moved in closer, inspecting the doorframe for any signs of damage.
"Well its not going to budge." She commented, forgetting about being careful and putting all her strength into pulling on the handle.
Mulder stepped back from the door frowning.
"I don't like this Mulder," Said Scully finally giving up her fight with the handle, "Hand me my gun will you I dropped it right over…." Her hand wavered in midair as she indicated where her gun had fallen, and her sentence trailed off. "Mulder, where's my weapon," She said, her voice tainted with unease as she looked frantically around "I had it before. I dropped it just there, when you fell on me."
"Mine's gone too." Mulder said flatly looking at the space on the wooden floor where his gun should have been.
Scully slowly backed away from the door and stood next to him.
"I don't like this," She whispered. Then the initial panic and confusion faded from her voice and professionalism and rational thinking proceeded in her mind "Are there any other accessible exist from your apartment? A fire escape?"
He nodded, turned on his heal and began towards the kitchen with Scully in step behind him.
