The X-Files: Ulvetyd
Chapter Four-Show Down
AGENT MULDER.
I looked at Margaret. Her expression had gone from being stunned to being enraged.
"You?" she asked her voice wobbly.
"Yeah. My father owns the pipe corporation that they're using here. What did you think I meant?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips.
I sighed. I had thought she somehow had a power to make that pipe rise and shoot into Dave's chest.
Margaret must've been thinking along the same lines because the rage seemed to vanish from her expression and fear replaced it.
"No one knows how the pipe got into my best friends chest?" she cried, holding her arms out at her sides and she spun around once facing the crowd.
No body replied.
"Okay…the main thing is he's going to be okay," I replied, standing beside Margaret again.
3 minutes later, the ambulance came and took Dave to the nearby hospital. Scully, Margaret and I followed behind in the car.
Margaret was nervously pacing the waiting room.
Just then, the doctor came in. Margaret stopped pacing and watching him fearfully.
"He'll be just fine. Luckily the pipe missed his internal organs. He was one very lucky guy," the doctor said.
"Can we see him?" Margaret asked.
"Sure. Follow me," the doctor said, smiling.
Margaret looked back at us. I shook my head.
"Go. We'll wait here,"
She had tears forming in her eyes. She then turned and followed the doctor through double doors.
I turned to Scully.
"I'm stumped…I don't know about you," I replied, standing up and stretching.
"I don't know either. A pipe doesn't just float arbitrarily into someone's chest…and I have a feeling that it wasn't done arbitrarily. I think it was deliberate," Scully replied, frowning.
"You think someone at the dance had it in for Dave? Why?" I asked, tilting my head.
"I don't know that yet either. This has got to be one of the most confusing cases we've ever been on," Scully replied.
"Eh, I think the case where we investigated the gender changing man was just as confusing…remember? Even Krychek got involved," I said.
I saw Scully's lip twitch.
"Oh yeah…that was a winner," she said dryly. "I was almost a victim."
"Lucky I barged in when I did," I replied.
"Thank God you ruined the mood. I don't know what would've happened," Scully replied, looking at me.
I smiled.
"I'm just glad I could ruin a special moment for you,"
Scully snorted.
MARGARET.
I entered the room where Dave was. He was lying in a hospital bed. A heart monitor and IV was hooked up to him.
A white sheet and a light blue blanket over that was pulled up to his chest. His arms lay at his sides over the blue blanket. He looked up as I entered.
"Hey!" he said, happily as his face lit up.
"Hey," I replied, as I sat down in one of the seats beside the bed. I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my thighs. I clasped my hands. I felt tears forming in my eyes.
"Why the tears?" he asked, confused. "I'm okay."
"Because I could've lost you," I replied as I felt a single tear streak down my cheek.
"But I'm here. I'm okay," Dave replied, softly.
I stood up and stood closer to the bed.
He put a hand on my hip and pulled me closer. I leaned down.
"Listen. I-I love you Margaret. I would do anything to help you," Dave said, softly.
I felt my heart flutter. I felt myself smiling.
"Now come here," he grinned as he lightly wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me down even more until our lips met. He kissed me. I kissed him back just as softly and gently.
I pulled back.
"What happened? Did you see someone do something?" I asked, as I sat back down.
Dave frowned.
"Actually, yeah. Fran was eyeing the pipe. Then, the next thing I knew, the pipe was floating in front of me,"
"But you heard her! The only thing she had in common with the pipe is that it's her fathers' company," I said, tilting my head.
Dave's face drained of all color.
"No, Margaret. Fran's father doesn't own the pipe company. Harmony Willis' father does. She's also a member of the cheerleading squad,"
Now, I was even more confused.
"Then why did Fran lie?" I mused.
"I think you'd better have the FBI agents come in here,"
AGENT SCULLY.
Margaret came back out of the room and asked if we could please come in that there was something important she had just found out.
Mulder and I entered the room. Margaret and I sat down in the chairs. Mulder stood beside the bed on Dave's other side.
"What is it?" Mulder asked, looking from Dave to Margaret.
"Dave just told me that Fran's father doesn't own the pipe company. Harmony Willis' father does. Harmony is also a member of the cheerleading squad," Margaret replied, biting her bottom lip.
"Then why would Fran lie?" I replied.
This time, Mulder replied.
"Because I think Franchesca DiOlvert can manipulate objects,"
"Like Telekinesis?" Margaret asked, shocked.
Mulder nodded.
"She can move objects with her mind. I bet that's what happened with the pipe,"
"Again why would Fran lie?" I asked, again. "Because she was afraid that people would find her out?"
Mulder nodded.
"That's a good a reason if there is any,"
"What are we going to do?" Margaret asked, concerned.
"I don't know. But we'll figure something out and get her to tell us the truth," Mulder replied firmly.
MARGARET.
J. R. HENDRIS HIGH SCHOOL.
Agent Mulder and Agent Scully dropped me off at school the following Monday. Dave would be released later this week.
I closed my locker door and turned around and bumped into Fran and her fellow squad members. Harmony Willis was among them.
"So, how's your best friend?" Fran asked, mockingly. "Is he okay?"
"He's fine," I growled.
"That's good. We wouldn't want anything to happen to him," Fran smirked. "Toodles."
She began walking down the corridor with the fellow squad members. I felt rage boiling inside me. But I decided to wait until the perfect time to act.
During lunch, I ate at the table by myself. Fran decided to saunter over.
"Shit…what now?" I moaned to myself.
Fran stood in front of me.
"Eating alone I see?" Fran asked, folding her hands over her chest.
"Yes," I replied and then looked her over. "Something I doubt you do much of."
Fran's eyes flashed dangerously.
"You love getting yourself into trouble, don't you?"
"And you love lying to protect the truth," I spat back.
"What would that be?" Fran asked, tilting her head.
"Your father doesn't own the pipe company…Harmony Willis' father does,"
Fran looked dangerous now.
"Where'd you hear that?"
"From my best friend whom you put the pipe through his chest," I snarled angrily.
Fran was now looking murderous and scary…I had to admit. I have never seen her like this before.
"So what if I lied? You can't prove it!"
"No, but I know two people that can," I snarled as I stood up and we faced each other.
Just then, there was a low rumble that went through the cafeteria. The students quieted down and looked at each other.
"Like they'd believe garbage," Fran snickered.
"And another thing…STOP CALLING ME GARBAGE!" I shouted angrily.
The rage was just boiling in my chest. I couldn't control it anymore.
At the same time I shouted that, the glass windows in the cafeteria exploded in on the students. They cried out and covered their faces protectively.
Fran narrowed her eyes even more. I could see the anger in her eyes as well.
Then, the lunch trays began flying up in the air in front of their owners. Food and everything went all over the place.
Now, the rest of the students were getting to their feet and running from the cafeteria.
The garbage cans over turned. The trays began flying in the air in a circle as the students covered their faces as they ran through a 'tray' storm.
One of the trays ended up hitting a boy in the back of the head and he fell forward and didn't move.
Fran and I were glaring at each other.
The students finally made it out of the cafeteria except for a few that were hit in the head with the trays. They were either lying on their backs or stomachs.
The lights flickered dangerously.
"You really are worthless," Fran snarled.
"And you really are a bitch," I snapped.
The lights exploded, engulfing the cafeteria in total darkness. But for some strange reason, there was a soft light around Fran and I.
The rest of the squad had remained standing behind Fran, too terrified to move.
AGENT SCULLY.
Mulder and I had gone to Harmony Willis' father's company to ask him some questions. It was about a mile from the high school.
Just then, Mulder's phone went off.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his Nokia cellular phone. He hit the 'talk' button and put it to his left ear.
"Mulder,"
A silence, then:
"OK…we'll be right there," Mulder said, and hung up the phone.
"Mr. Willis? I'm afraid we'll have to cut the visit short," Mulder said to Mr. Willis.
Mr. Willis was a well-built man with dark blond hair and blue eyes. He was dressed in a construction outfit.
He nodded. Mulder grabbed my elbow and led me out of the construction site.
"Mulder? What's going on?" I asked, as we walked toward the car.
"I just got a call from the high school. Franchesca DiOlvert and Margaret are doing some kind of a 'show down'. There's things flying around the cafeteria," Mulder replied.
"What?" I asked, amazed.
"Yeah. I think Fran and Margaret owe us an explanation," Mulder replied gravely.
We climbed into the car and Mulder put the car in drive. We pulled away from the construction site.
K R. HENDRIS HIGH SCHOOL.
4:34 PM.
About 10 minutes later, Mulder pulled up in front of the high school. The entire school was standing outside, looking at the building in fear.
Mulder and I pushed open our doors and climbed out then closed the doors. Principal Burke spied us and hurried over.
"I don't know what's going on! There's something weird going on!" she cried.
"Okay…keep everyone back and no one enters the building," Mulder said, as Principal Burke nodded and ushered everyone back away further from the school.
Mulder and I jogged into the building. There was an odd air to the whole building. It was like a charge.
"The cafeteria is in the basement," I whispered as Mulder and I pulled out our guns and clicked back the hammers.
We carefully made our way down to the basement and peered around the corner.
Margaret, Fran and the rest of the cheerleading squad were standing. Fran and Margaret were face to face. There were several students lying on the floor unconscious.
Objects were floating in the air several feet off the ground.
Mulder and I carefully slinked our way over to the unconscious students. We gently shook them and told them to quietly and quickly hurry out of the cafeteria.
Once they were safely out, Mulder and I stood up and began walking toward Margaret and Fran.
"Margaret," Mulder said, in a soft voice.
Fran's eyes moved behind Margaret's shoulder.
"Oh look…you're 'friends' are here," Fran snickered.
Margaret turned around.
"Agent Mulder? Agent Scully? What are you doing here?" she asked, looking stunned.
"We got a call from the Principal saying that there were objects floating around down here. I'm pretty sure gravity hasn't gone down here completely," Mulder replied, his lip twitching. "What's going on really?"
"Just a little game…which you two are now playing," Fran smirked.
She glanced at one of the picnic style tables. It rose several feet off the ground and came zooming toward us.
"NO!" we heard Margaret shout.
Before we had a chance to duck, Margaret held out her hand, her palm facing outwards. The table stopped and hovered just 1 inch from Mulder and I's faces.
My breath was sawing in and out. Mulder had grabbed my arm in preparation to throw me down onto the floor. He was even breathing heavily.
Margaret moved her hand and the table moved with it. She set it down in the same spot where it had been before.
"You're protecting them? How nice," Fran spat. "But here's a little confession you can put in your 'report'."
Fran's smile got broader.
"I killed Julie,"
Margaret looked shocked just as Mulder and I were.
"Why?" I asked.
Mulder still had not let go of my arm for some reason.
"Because she was going to tell the whole school about my little 'gift'," Fran replied. "I couldn't let her get away with it."
"What is your gift?" Mulder asked.
"Haven't you figured it out? Telekinetic," Fran replied.
"Margaret?" I asked, moving my eyes onto her.
Margaret nodded.
"Me too. Only, I use my powers for good," she added, glaring at Fran.
"How sweet, now, it's time for you all to die," Fran smirked.
We could hear the pipe's in the building popping and gas pipes bursting. We could hear the hissing of steam and gas. Fran jogged out of the cafeteria, but before she did, she glared at the stove. The jet light came on. Fran disappeared.
"We've got to get out of here!" Mulder cried, grabbing me and grabbing Margaret.
"It's too late!" Margaret cried.
Then, the explosion happened.
Mulder, Margaret and I were thrown cleanly out of the cafeteria and crashed through one of the unbroken windows. The entire squad was killed. We landed on our backs on the grass. Blackness swallowed me up.
