Ronnin Osu August 29th
Pusher sits on the hard wood chair in the half-light of a small room.
The floor is old weathered and thick with dust. He glances up at a mirror and studies his fuzzy reflection.
Defeat. He was the dealer of this word. Not the recipient. Not until that one day in the hospital. Warrior-to-Warrior he had him.
The FBI Agent. Then the rules changed. She showed up.
Two against one. Not a defeat, a set back. He had come back from the dead hadn't he? Resurrected, Stronger and smarter than ever. Like a hunter, he had studied them, watched them, and learned their routine. He could have taken them dozens of times. Even staged an accident, a muder-sucide. No, he knew a worthy adversary deserved a little more. He would kill them eye-to-eye. No he would make them suffer first. The way they had let him suffer. He had lost time. Time he did not have.
The candle that burns twice as bright. That was he.
They had time. But what if only one had time, without the other?
He stood and grinned a heartless smile as he moved closer to the mirror.
The Ying separated from the Yang. The one left could never be whole without the other.
Long after Pusher was gone the victory of this final battle would play out. For years, awaking each day knowing defeat was hanging in every moment, and the nightmares it would bring each night, burning his victory in all the deeper.
But which one? Mulder had resisted that day in the hospital. When the gun was pointed at himself, Mulder had no hesitation.
But when she showed up, and Mulder had the gun on her, he struggled. Hard. He could die knowing she would live. But could he live with her gone?
Revenge would only take him so far then the emptiness would destroy him. That wouldn't take long. Certainly not years.
Scully. Smart, pretty, and those eyes. She had entered the room that day, to back up her partner.
The fear that flooded her face as the gun clicked an empty chamber next to Mulder's temple.
Then the look that would kill. Her eyes burned and screamed let him go. She was strong, a scientist, and catholic.
She would turn to her beliefs in her grief and her beliefs would betray her.
Those beliefs would make her stay and relive this day over and over. That would take time.
His arm seized. Incredible pain shot up to his head. Pain intense enough to make his vision blurry. He stumbled across the room to the drug stash.
Damn. He needed more at a time and dosages closer together. Time. Even at this rate he had the time to finish what they started.
Waiting for the alleviation of the pain he need to concentrate. Pain it should be their pain.
His mind pulled images of his surveillance on them over the last few months.
The time they spent together, their world they shared within this world.
Soon all gone.