Disclaimer: I do not own Mulder and Scully. They belong to Chris Carter,
1013, and the Fox Network. I do own Mable, Paula, and the other people from
Mable's childhood.
Summery: Mable, a lonely, young girl with a traumatic childhood and murderous, misanthropic alter ego, moves in next to Mulder. When Mulder offers a helping hand she thinks (and hopes) that the gesture is more than friendly. An obsession with her new neighbor comes to be, and when she feels that she has been rejected she allows her darker side to run rampant. It will probably be a pretty bizarre story. I am just warning you in advance.
** This is the prologue. It takes place during Mable's childhood. It is just to give any potential reader a frame of reference for when the girl's problem began. Mulder and Scully will come in during the next chapter!
By the way, this is my first X-files Fanfic and I would really like to know what you think. The whole story is a bit tongue in cheek, but I hope you also find it at least a little creepy. PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
Goodbye Mable: Prologue
"What happened at school?" Mable's mother asked quickly, while she snipped at the young girls hair. She looked preoccupied and nervous. Mable was ten. She did not know what to say, but she was terrified to tell her the truth. She fidgeted nervously.
"They made fun of you I bet. I told you not to wear those goddamn glasses." Mable adjusted her spectacles, "I have to Mama, I can't see without them."
Her mother's trimming became a bit wilder. "Why can't you just be normal like the other little girls?" she asked softly. She patted the little girl's light brown locks.
"I'm sorry, Mama," Mable whispered cautiously.
"I think you should go to your room."
Mable looked up, facing her mother, "But Mama, what about dinner?"
Her mother looked past Mable like she always did, and spoke quietly to the space by the side of Mable's head. "No, I don't think.Not tonight," she said brokenly, "I think you should go to your room now."
Mable walked to her bedroom. She did not like her room. It had no lights. Her mama said that bedrooms were for sleeping, and no one needs lights to sleep. Mable lay in bed, thinking about the day. She did not have many friends, just her mama. People at school did not like her very much. They called her names, but it had nothing to do with her glasses.
This day had been different. It had been worse, maybe- but maybe not. She could not decide. She did not know what had happened, although knew it was bad and she had enough sense not to tell anyone about it.
Earlier that day during lunch recess, she had gone into the bathroom. She liked bathrooms. They were quiet and had a lot of mirrors. Her mama did not have any mirrors. Mable thought mirrors were nice, but she knew she was wrong. Her mama said that people who looked in mirrors were vain. Mable did not know what "vain" meant, but it sounded ugly like a cuss word.
She had looked into mirror anyway. She thought it was amazing, like she was in two places at once. She was standing there in the school bathroom, but she was also in a different world- a mirror world. Everything was different in this world: She had a lot of friends and lights in her bedroom so she could stay up all night. Mable liked to pretend she was in mirror world.
This is what she had been doing when she saw someone behind her, lurking in the shadows of the girls' bathroom. She turned around quickly to see another girl who she knew to be named Paula.
"Wh-what are you doing in here?" Mable said.
Paula had always made her nervous. She was taller than Mable and a year older. Paula was too close, Mable backed into the mirror.
"What's wrong?" Paula had whispered in a horrible, mocking tone. She laughed coldly, "You are such a freak."
And then Mable did not know. It was like she had blacked out and when she awoke she was standing in the principal's office. The principal, Mr. Ryban, was yelling at her. Paula had been standing next to the angry administrator with a bloody nose and what looked like it might soon be a black eye.
"I've called your mother. Mable, I cannot believe you would use violence against another student."
"But.what?" Mable's eyes widened. She had been confused. "I didn't do it," she protested.
No one had believed her. She had been suspended for a week. Her mama had come to pick her up. During the drive home, neither spoke. When they arrived, her mother had looked to the side of Mable's head and said, "I think you need a haircut."
She knew it had been a bad haircut and now, as she lay in her bed, she dared to reach up and touch her hair. It was very short, like a boy's hair. Mable understood the lesson her mama had been trying to teach- if you are going to get in fights like a boy, you should look like one as well.
A noise in night shattered Mable's thoughts. She recognized it immediately as the next-door neighbors Chihuahua. And then something happened. It was similar to what had happened earlier that day in the girls' bathroom. However, this time she did not black out.
Everything around her became dull and surreal. Mable felt angry at her mama- for purposely giving her a bad haircut, for saying that she was not like the rest of the little girls, for never, ever looking her in the eye. She felt angry at Paula- for cornering her in the bathroom, for shattering her reverie about new life in a different world, for looking so hurt and innocent. She felt angry with everyone because no one would be her friend and stick up for her. And then, it was like something inside her broke. The only thing she could hear was the yip yipping of that little dog. And suddenly, she heard something else. It was a soft voice singing an eerie tune. The voice went on continuously, only broken by the shrill yelps of dog: "Yip! Yip!"
Mable looked around wildly, squinting in the dark in a desperate attempt to find the source of the voice. She found nothing.
"Yip! Yip! Yip!"
And with sudden horror, she realized the voice was just inside her head. The singing stopped, and a cold, sharp laughter replaced it. It reverberated wildly in her mind. Mable clutched her head, "Shut up."
And also, "Yip! Yip!" "Shut up," Mable sobbed, "Shut up!"
"Yip! Yip! Yip!"
"Wh-who are you?"
The laughter slowed and then subsided. "Oh, Mable," the voice said. It sounded familiar, but it was definitely not comforting. It was icy and formidable. "Oh, Mable, I just want to be your friend. Don't you know who I am?"
"N-no," Mable whispered hesitantly.
The voice chuckled and then spoke, "I'm from the mirror world"
Okay, so there is my first chapter. I hope you liked it. Even if you despised it, PLEASE REVIEW and give some constructive criticism. I just want to know what people think. Thanks!
Summery: Mable, a lonely, young girl with a traumatic childhood and murderous, misanthropic alter ego, moves in next to Mulder. When Mulder offers a helping hand she thinks (and hopes) that the gesture is more than friendly. An obsession with her new neighbor comes to be, and when she feels that she has been rejected she allows her darker side to run rampant. It will probably be a pretty bizarre story. I am just warning you in advance.
** This is the prologue. It takes place during Mable's childhood. It is just to give any potential reader a frame of reference for when the girl's problem began. Mulder and Scully will come in during the next chapter!
By the way, this is my first X-files Fanfic and I would really like to know what you think. The whole story is a bit tongue in cheek, but I hope you also find it at least a little creepy. PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!
Goodbye Mable: Prologue
"What happened at school?" Mable's mother asked quickly, while she snipped at the young girls hair. She looked preoccupied and nervous. Mable was ten. She did not know what to say, but she was terrified to tell her the truth. She fidgeted nervously.
"They made fun of you I bet. I told you not to wear those goddamn glasses." Mable adjusted her spectacles, "I have to Mama, I can't see without them."
Her mother's trimming became a bit wilder. "Why can't you just be normal like the other little girls?" she asked softly. She patted the little girl's light brown locks.
"I'm sorry, Mama," Mable whispered cautiously.
"I think you should go to your room."
Mable looked up, facing her mother, "But Mama, what about dinner?"
Her mother looked past Mable like she always did, and spoke quietly to the space by the side of Mable's head. "No, I don't think.Not tonight," she said brokenly, "I think you should go to your room now."
Mable walked to her bedroom. She did not like her room. It had no lights. Her mama said that bedrooms were for sleeping, and no one needs lights to sleep. Mable lay in bed, thinking about the day. She did not have many friends, just her mama. People at school did not like her very much. They called her names, but it had nothing to do with her glasses.
This day had been different. It had been worse, maybe- but maybe not. She could not decide. She did not know what had happened, although knew it was bad and she had enough sense not to tell anyone about it.
Earlier that day during lunch recess, she had gone into the bathroom. She liked bathrooms. They were quiet and had a lot of mirrors. Her mama did not have any mirrors. Mable thought mirrors were nice, but she knew she was wrong. Her mama said that people who looked in mirrors were vain. Mable did not know what "vain" meant, but it sounded ugly like a cuss word.
She had looked into mirror anyway. She thought it was amazing, like she was in two places at once. She was standing there in the school bathroom, but she was also in a different world- a mirror world. Everything was different in this world: She had a lot of friends and lights in her bedroom so she could stay up all night. Mable liked to pretend she was in mirror world.
This is what she had been doing when she saw someone behind her, lurking in the shadows of the girls' bathroom. She turned around quickly to see another girl who she knew to be named Paula.
"Wh-what are you doing in here?" Mable said.
Paula had always made her nervous. She was taller than Mable and a year older. Paula was too close, Mable backed into the mirror.
"What's wrong?" Paula had whispered in a horrible, mocking tone. She laughed coldly, "You are such a freak."
And then Mable did not know. It was like she had blacked out and when she awoke she was standing in the principal's office. The principal, Mr. Ryban, was yelling at her. Paula had been standing next to the angry administrator with a bloody nose and what looked like it might soon be a black eye.
"I've called your mother. Mable, I cannot believe you would use violence against another student."
"But.what?" Mable's eyes widened. She had been confused. "I didn't do it," she protested.
No one had believed her. She had been suspended for a week. Her mama had come to pick her up. During the drive home, neither spoke. When they arrived, her mother had looked to the side of Mable's head and said, "I think you need a haircut."
She knew it had been a bad haircut and now, as she lay in her bed, she dared to reach up and touch her hair. It was very short, like a boy's hair. Mable understood the lesson her mama had been trying to teach- if you are going to get in fights like a boy, you should look like one as well.
A noise in night shattered Mable's thoughts. She recognized it immediately as the next-door neighbors Chihuahua. And then something happened. It was similar to what had happened earlier that day in the girls' bathroom. However, this time she did not black out.
Everything around her became dull and surreal. Mable felt angry at her mama- for purposely giving her a bad haircut, for saying that she was not like the rest of the little girls, for never, ever looking her in the eye. She felt angry at Paula- for cornering her in the bathroom, for shattering her reverie about new life in a different world, for looking so hurt and innocent. She felt angry with everyone because no one would be her friend and stick up for her. And then, it was like something inside her broke. The only thing she could hear was the yip yipping of that little dog. And suddenly, she heard something else. It was a soft voice singing an eerie tune. The voice went on continuously, only broken by the shrill yelps of dog: "Yip! Yip!"
Mable looked around wildly, squinting in the dark in a desperate attempt to find the source of the voice. She found nothing.
"Yip! Yip! Yip!"
And with sudden horror, she realized the voice was just inside her head. The singing stopped, and a cold, sharp laughter replaced it. It reverberated wildly in her mind. Mable clutched her head, "Shut up."
And also, "Yip! Yip!" "Shut up," Mable sobbed, "Shut up!"
"Yip! Yip! Yip!"
"Wh-who are you?"
The laughter slowed and then subsided. "Oh, Mable," the voice said. It sounded familiar, but it was definitely not comforting. It was icy and formidable. "Oh, Mable, I just want to be your friend. Don't you know who I am?"
"N-no," Mable whispered hesitantly.
The voice chuckled and then spoke, "I'm from the mirror world"
Okay, so there is my first chapter. I hope you liked it. Even if you despised it, PLEASE REVIEW and give some constructive criticism. I just want to know what people think. Thanks!