The X-Files: Ulvetyd

Chapter One-The Interview

"So the girl fell from the pyramid?" I asked, as my partner, Agent Mulder, and I jogged up the front steps to the K. R. Hendris High School in New Jersey.

"Yeah," Mulder replied. "But the weird thing is the rest of the squad said it was if she was pushed."

"Pushed?" I asked, as we entered the high school.

There were students walking past us, leaving for the afternoon. Mulder and I entered the high school. We were going to meet the principal and have her take us to the gym.

"Yeah," Mulder replied.

He stopped a girl.

"Excuse me, can you tell us where Principal Amanda Burke's office is?"

"Sure," the girl said, smiling brightly. "Down that corridor and to the left."

"Thanks," Mulder said, smiling back.

He and I followed the girl's directions. I felt myself smiling.

"I think you've got yourself a secret admirer," I said, peering over my shoulder at the girl, who was still standing there, watching Mulder with a dreamy expression on her face.

Mulder snorted. We reached the principal's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in,"

Mulder opened the door and entered. The principal was sitting behind her desk. There were metal filing cabinets on either side of her desk. A nameplate was on the edge of her desk: PRINCIPAL AMANDA BURKE in white letters over a black background.

The principal was in her early 30's with shoulder length dark brown hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a navy woman's pants suit. She looked up.

"You must be the FBI agents," she said, politely as she stood up and extended her hand. Mulder and I shook it.

"Yes. I'm Agent Dana Scully and this is my partner, Fox Mulder," I said.

"Please, sit," Principal Burke said, gesturing to the two chairs in front of her desk.

Mulder and I sat. I crossed my legs. I was dressed in a navy skirt, white V-necked shirt, with the matching navy blazer over it. My chin length light auburn hair was pulled into a ponytail. I had tucked several strands that had come loose behind my ears. I also had blue eyes.

Mulder was dressed in black slacks, a white long-sleeved shirt which, was under a matching black suit jacket, and a navy tie. He has short, fluffy dark brown hair and hazel blue eyes.

"Now, what exactly happened in the gym, I don't know. All I know is that several of the girls said that Julie cried that she felt like she was being pushed. But of course, there's no way that was possible if Julie was at the top of the pyramid. And Margaret Fisher was also in the gym at the time of the accident," Principal Burke replied.

"Margaret Fisher? A fellow cheerleader?" I asked.

"No. She's a lovely girl, quiet, who wanted to join the squad," Principal Burke replied softly.

"Is she around? Maybe we can talk to her?" Mulder asked.

"Sure. I think she's sitting outside under the tree reading," Principal Burke said, as she got up from behind her desk and led us outside. There was a large Sycamore tree where a pretty girl with shoulder length curly dark brown hair and honey brown eyes was sitting beneath reading a book.

"Margaret? These are FBI agents. They just want to ask you some questions," Principal Burke replied softly.

The girl smiled.

"Okay. I'll leave you to it," the Principal smiled and left us.

MARGARET FISHER.

I looked up. One of the agents was a woman…the other a man. The woman was pretty with chin length light auburn hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a navy woman's skirt suit. The man was cute. He had short, fluffy dark brown hair and hazel blue eyes. He was dressed in a suit and tie.

They crouched down in front of me.

"Margaret? My name is Fox Mulder and this is my partner, Dana Scully. Can we ask you a few questions about what happened in the gym yesterday?" Agent Mulder asked, softly, peering at me.

I nodded. "Sure,"

"Did you see what happened?" Agent Scully asked, softly.

"Yeah. She fell and cracked her face on the floor," I replied, swallowing down nausea each time I remembered what happened.

"Did she appear to fall? Or was she pushed?" Agent Mulder asked.

I frowned. "Fell,"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. There's no way anyone could've pushed her. She was at the top of the pyramid," I said.

"Do you think you could show us the gym?" Agent Scully asked, gently.

"Sure," I replied, as I closed the book I was reading and went to put it away, but Agent Mulder lightly grabbed my arm and read the title of the book.

"UFO'S AND ARE THEY OUT THERE?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Oh. Yeah. I love UFO's and theories about them," I grinned as Agent Mulder released my arm and I tucked the book into my bag. I got up and stretched. Agent Mulder and Agent Scully stood up as well. I caught Agent Mulder grinning at me.

I began leading them toward the gym, which was a separate building from the main one.

The gym was a cream and white building. It was three-stories though, but one floor. The window's were high and near the top of the roof. I pushed open the doors and we entered the gym.

It was quiet. The hardwood floor shone under the lights. The spot where Julie had fallen was taped off with yellow police crime scene tape. There was a pool of blood still embedded in the floor.

I sat down on one of the bleachers and dropped my bag beside me. I watched as the two agents went over to the spot and began examining each angle.

Agent Mulder was cute. I felt myself blushing and smiling and quickly turned my eyes onto the floor hoping that he hadn't seen me.

After a few moments, the agents came over to me and sat down beside me on the bleachers.

"Did you know Julie Morris very well? Or Franchesca DiOlvert?" Agent Scully asked, gently.

"No. They were both 'popular' if you know what I mean," I replied sighing, toying with the strap to my bag. "They always went around making fun of those who weren't popular. They were just cruel."

"Do you know if Julie had any enemies?" Agent Mulder asked.

"The entire senior and sophomore classes," I replied, looking up at him.

"Any body that would want to hurt her?" Agent Mulder prompted gently.

I snorted. "The entire senior and sophomore classes. She wasn't exactly 'loved' throughout the school. Yeah she had her best friends, but everyone else thought she was a snob,"

"Did you ever have a run-in with her?" Agent Scully asked.

"Many times," I said, sighing. "There was a few times when I was walking down the corridor and she deliberately knocked my books out of my hands…then she super glued me to my chair…oh, and there was a time when she spread a rumor around school that…" my voice trailed off.

I was a little embarrassed to say this in front of Agent Mulder, but I sighed and took a deep breath.

"That I liked girls and not as the 'best friend' kind. She basically said I was a lesbian,"

Agent Mulder sighed. "Kids can be cruel,"

"Yeah," I said, quietly. "Did you find anything unusual in the spot where she fell?"

"No. Nothing out of the ordinary," Agent Scully replied.

"I was wondering if you could possibly give me a lift home? I think my dad forgot to pick me up," I replied, getting up.

"Forgot? How could you forget to pick your daughter up?" Agent Mulder asked as he, Agent Scully and I left the gym.

"My dad drinks a lot. Sometimes he forgets because he's drunk," I replied even quieter.

Agent Scully and Agent Mulder exchanged looks.

"Has he ever hit your abused you?" Agent Scully asked.

"A few times…that's why I mostly spend time at my best friends house," I replied, sighing.

Again, they exchanged looks.

"Sure. We'll drop you off," Agent Scully said softly.

They led me over to a Ford Taurus, four door-blue, and Agent Mulder held the back door open behind the driver's seat. I slid onto the seat and I pulled my legs in. He closed the door.

Agent Mulder pulled open the driver's side door and slid onto the front seat. Agent Scully pulled open the passenger door and slid onto the seat. They closed their doors at the same time.

I put my bag on the seat beside me and peered out my window.

"Where do you live?" Agent Scully asked, peering over the shoulder of the passenger seat to look at me.

"3094 Arten Road," I said.

Agent Scully turned back around.

They stopped for a red light. There was a lot of traffic in front of us.

Agent Scully leaned forward and turned on the radio.

Rod Stewart's Forever Young came on. Agent Mulder was drumming his fingers on top of the steering wheel.

Suddenly, there was a screeching of tires. I slowly turned my head to the left to look out my window. A delivery truck had lost control and was fishtailing all over the street.

It was aimed right for us.

"Mulder! Move!" Agent Scully cried urgently as she turned sideways in her seat.

"I can't! There's no place to go!" Agent Mulder cried.

The truck was getting closer.

Agent Mulder and Agent Scully braced themselves for the impact. I stared at the truck.

I narrowed my eyes at it as it got closer.

Just as we thought it was about to hit us, it slowed down and stopped about 1 inch from the side of the Taurus.

AGENT SCULLY.

The truck stopped one inch from the side of the Taurus. I had gripped the dashboard and realized that my breathing had sped up. My fingernails were digging into the dashboard. Mulder turned to me.

"Are you alright?" he asked, worriedly.

"Yeah…you?" I asked, as my breathing began returning to normal.

"Fine. Margaret?" Mulder said, turning around to peer at her.

She was staring out her window at the grill of the delivery truck.

"Margaret? Are you alright?" Mulder repeated softly.

Margaret jumped and looked at us.

"Huh? Oh yeah! I'm fine," she said.

Mulder and I pushed open our doors and climbed out. We left the doors open and walked around to the driver's side door of the delivery truck.

"Are you okay?" I asked the driver who was sitting in the driver's seat, clutching the steering wheel and he was pale white.

Mulder opened the door.

"Sir? Are you alright?" I asked.

"F-fine," he replied.

He was in his late thirties with brown hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a blue shirt.

"What happened?" Agent Mulder asked, as he put one foot on the running board.

"I-I lost control of the truck…the brake wouldn't work…the next thing I knew it felt like something was holding onto the truck trying to slow it down," the man replied, slowly as he took several deep breaths.

Mulder and I exchanged looks before we glanced back at the Taurus where Margaret was. She was watching us through the window. She was smiling at us.

We called for a tow truck for the delivery truck and climbed back into the Taurus. Mulder and I closed our doors.

"Is the man okay in the delivery truck?" Margaret asked leaning forward in the space between the front seats.

"Yeah. He's just fine," I replied. "Let's get you home."

We pulled up in front of Margaret's home. She seemed embarrassed.

"Thanks…um, I hope you find out what happened to Julie," she said, quickly as she reached for the door handle on her door and pushed her door open.

At the same time, a man came out of the ranch style house wearing boxer shorts and a dirty tee shirt that was once white. He had a goatee and dark blond hair. He was carrying a beer bottle in his left hand.

"Get of that car, you ingrate and go fix me something to eat," he barked.

Margaret hesitated for a moment.

"NOW!" the man bellowed as the threw the bottle at Margaret.

She screamed and used the door to shield her. The glass bottle smashed against the door and beer dripped down it.

I could see Mulder bristling and trying not to leap out of the car and strangle Margaret's father. Mulder was really angry. I could see his expression.

But what pushed Mulder and I over the edge was when Margaret was still frozen holding the back door open and the father came over and yanked her from the car by grabbing a hold of her hair and pulling her from the car.

Margaret was sobbing as the father tossed her to the ground.

"Get going!" he bellowed.

Mulder shoved open his door and climbed out. He stood right in front of the man's face.

"Scully, go get Margaret and put her back in the car," Mulder replied not taking his eyes off the man.

I pushed open my door, climbed out and rushed over to Margaret. She was on her hands and knees and she was sobbing.

"It's okay," I said, soothingly as I helped her get to her feet and I pulled open the back door behind the passenger seat and she slid onto the seat. I closed her door and slid back onto the passenger seat and closed my door. I had no idea what Mulder had in mind.

"How dare you take my daughter!" the man snarled.

"Sir, I'm an FBI agent. I seriously doubt you want to start anything. Secondly, treating your daughter like that is totally disgusting," Mulder snarled, his eyes narrowed.

"Margaret! Get out and get inside!" the man yelled over Mulder's shoulder.

Margaret was huddled in the back seat hugging her school bag. I reached around the passenger seat and put a hand on her knee to comfort her.

I could feel her shaking.

"You do not treat a child the way you treat Margaret," Mulder continued.

The man went to punch Mulder, but Mulder ducked and brought his knee up into the man's stomach. Margaret just clutched her bag tighter and she pressed her face into the bag and I heard her sobbing quietly.

The man tackled Mulder to the floor. Mulder punched him hard enough that the man was lying motionless in the grass. Mulder got to his feet and began walking back toward the car. Just as Mulder reached the opened driver's side door, the man got up and lunged for Mulder from behind. Margaret screamed. Mulder turned around just in time and jabbed his elbow into the man's nose. The man fell backward and this time didn't get up again.

Mulder slid onto the driver's seat and closed his door. His bottom lip was cut and bleeding and the front of his shirt was dirt smudged.

Mulder turned around and peered at Margaret.

"You okay? The glass didn't hit you?" he asked.

Margaret shook her head as tears streamed down her cheeks.

I patted her knee.

"It's okay now. You're staying with us until we can contact relatives for you,"

Mulder wiped his lip with the sleeve of his suit jacket and he started the car. He put in drive and pulled away.

We had rented a room at a nearby motel. Margaret didn't have a change of clothes so Mulder offered to buy her some extra clothes to hold her while we investigate the case.

She was thrilled and was speechless.

Mulder and I had gotten two separate rooms. She was staying with me. Margaret was sound asleep in the second bed. I pulled Mulder outside and turned to him.

"She's such a sweet girl. I can't believe her father would treat her like that! I hope her relatives are nicer," I said, shaking my head.

"I know. She is…but I think there's more to her," Mulder said, thoughtfully.

I knew Mulder was forming a theory in his mind, so I raised an eyebrow.

"Okay…what's the theory? Spit it out, buddy,"

"I'm not one hundred percent sure, but I think Margaret can manipulate objects," Mulder said.

I stared at him for a few moments.

"What made you form that theory?"

"The truck! You heard the driver! 'It felt like something was holding the truck, slowing it down'."

"Mulder that could just be that the truck ran out of gas! That doesn't prove a thing!" I said.

"Well, we're going to check out that theory in the morning. 'Night,"

"'Night," I replied.

Him and I went into our rooms and I fell asleep shortly.