The X-Files-Ulvetyd
Chapter Five-Revenge
AGENT MULDER.
I had landed on my stomach beside Scully, who was lying on her back with her head turned toward me. She had soot and bits of glass clinging to her hair and face. I winced and propped myself up. I reached over and brushed off the glass. She had a small piece of glass embedded in her cheek.
Blood tricked down her jaw.
"Scully?" I demanded crawling closer to her.
She moaned and opened her eyes.
"Mulder? What happened?" I asked, cringing as I slowly sat up.
"We were thrown out of the cafeteria from the explosion," I replied.
"My head feels like a firecracker had gone off in it," Scully moaned. "Where's Margaret?"
I looked around. I spied Margaret lying on her back a few inches from me.
I crawled over to her. I could hear fire engine sirens in the distance.
I was almost hovering over.
"Margaret?" I asked.
No reply.
"Margaret?" I repeated.
Still nothing.
"Margaret!" I said shrilly.
Finally, she began stirring.
"Huh? What happened?" she asked, groggily as she carefully got into a sitting position.
"The explosion sent us clear out of the cafeteria," I replied. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"No. I don' think so…how are you and Agent Scully? Are you two hurt?" she asked, becoming alarmed.
"Scully's got a small piece of glass embedded in her cheek, but we're okay," I said.
I helped Margaret get to her feet then helped Scully.
Scully wiped the blood with the sleeve of her suit blazer off of her jaw.
The sirens got closer.
We glanced back at the school. Flames were shooting out from the window and licking the top of the windowpanes.
"Margaret…when that truck came speeding toward us…" my voice trailed off.
"That was me," she replied, smiling.
"You protected us today too…why?" Scully asked as the ambulance and fire engines reached the school.
The firemen began putting out the fire and the paramedics began checking us over.
"Because you two treated me kindly…and, I'm embarrassed to say this," Margaret shyly lowered her eyes and I could see her blushing.
"But you two feel like my family," she continued. "I can't live with my father and I don't know if my relatives would be able to take me."
"Why not?" Scully asked as a paramedic pulled the piece of glass from her cheek and then applied a bandage to it.
"They're exactly like my father. The only ones living are from my father's side. My mother died when I was little and the only relative from her side died last year,"
I angrily sighed and tucked my hands into my pockets.
"Basically, you're an orphan?" I asked.
Margaret nodded.
"There's no way in hell I'm going back to live with my father,"
I glanced at Scully. She and I held each other's gazes.
I was forming an idea in my head and I knew that she knew what I was about to do. Thankfully, she didn't protest in front of Margaret.
"You could stay with me," I offered.
Margaret's face lit up.
"Really? That's not against the rules or anything?"
Scully again, thankfully, didn't put her two cents in.
"No," I replied. "You really have no where to go. I mean technically, you do, but that's a bad environment."
Margaret beamed and then came over to me and wrapped her arms around me and pressed her face into my midsection. She hugged me tightly.
I shyly hugged her back and looked up at Scully.
I saw her lip twitching and I knew she wanted to break into a grin. She turned her attention back to the paramedic.
"So, tell me…how long have you had this power?" I asked, as she released me.
"All my life. It was more pronounced when I turned 12," she replied.
"I have a question," Scully began.
The paramedic was finished checking us over and then left.
"How'd Fran develop the power?" Scully asked, raising an eyebrow. "And I think there's another reason behind killing Julie that she hasn't said."
"You think there's another motive?" I asked.
"Absolutely. The reason that Julie knew about Fran being Telekinetic. That can't be the only reason," Scully replied as we headed over to the car.
"Do you have any ideas?" I asked, Margaret.
Margaret frowned thoughtfully.
"Maybe one. Julie was head cheerleader. I'm sure Fran wanted the spot more than anything and would do anything to get it. I bet that's it,"
"Sounds like a good, solid motive to me," I replied, looking at Scully.
"Sure does. I say we pay Fran a little visit," Scully replied. "Margaret, you stay at the motel."
Margaret froze and grabbed Scully's arm.
"Are you nuts? You need me. Suppose she decides to go mad on you? You have no way of stopping her," Margaret said. "And I don't think she'd look forward to having FBI visitors again."
"We have to find her anyway…she confessed to killing Julie," I replied.
Margaret had tears forming in her eyes.
"I know…but I don't want to lose either of you," she added quietly.
This time, Scully came over and gave her a big hug.
"Don't worry about Agent Mulder and I. We can handle ourselves. But you're right…we do need your help though,"
"Where does she live? Do you know?" I asked, putting a hand on Margaret's shoulder.
She nodded grimly.
We climbed into the car and Margaret gave us the directions. We drove to the house.
DIOLVERT RESIDENCE.
I pulled up in front of a two story colonial house. It was all white. A BMW was parked in the driveway.
"Oh yeah, her family's done well for its self," Margaret muttered.
I glanced into the rearview mirror at her.
"Let's go," Scully said, quietly as she and I pushed open our doors and climbed out.
Margaret followed. We closed our doors and began walking up the front steps. I rang the doorbell.
A few minutes later, a woman that was Franchesca's mother no doubt answered it.
"Can I help you?" she asked, looking from Margaret, to Scully to me.
"Yes. My name is Agent Mulder and this is Agent Scully," I said, as Scully and I showed Mrs. Olvert our FBI badges and ID's. "Is your daughter home?"
"No. She's at school practicing with the squad," Mrs. Olvert said.
"Ma'am, we just came from the school. There was an explosion in the cafeteria. Your daughter caused it," Scully replied as she and I tucked our FBI ID's and badges into our pockets.
"Oh. My. Why don't you come in?" Mrs. Olvert said, holding the door open for us.
"Thank you," I replied.
Margaret followed closely behind us. We entered the house. It had all old, antique expensive furniture. Mrs. Olvert led us into the living room.
"Sit," she said, gesturing to the couch.
Scully and I sat. Margaret sat beside me.
"Now, please tell me what happened," Mrs. Olvert said, looking at us carefully and concerned.
"You see, Mrs. Olvert, Fran has a 'power'. She killed Julie Morris. She caused Julie to fall off a pyramid while they were practicing," Margaret explained slowly.
Scully and I looked at Margaret before glancing over at Mrs. Olvert.
"She would never harm someone," Mrs. Olvert said, shocked. "What kind of 'power' does she have? I've never seen her do anything."
Margaret sighed and held out her arm, palm facing outward.
She glared at an umbrella stand in the corner. Shortly, it floated several inches off the floor. Margaret pulled her arm back and the umbrella stand came closer to her. Then, she set it down.
"What on earth is going on?" Mrs. Olvert asked, alarmed.
"You see, Mrs. Olvert, Fran had Telekinesis," I explained. "The ability to move objects with her mind."
Mrs. Olvert looked shocked and scared.
"She's never done anything in front of us! How come you are saying she has the power when I would know about it?"
"Maybe she was afraid to tell you. But the fact remains that she confessed to us that she killed Julie Morris," Scully said, seriously.
Just then, the front door opened and Fran entered the house.
"What is the garbage doing in my house?" Fran snarled angrily stamping her foot.
"Dear? These people think you killed a girl and they think you have a power," Mrs. Olvert cried rushing over to her daughter.
"I did kill the girl mom and I do have a power…watch," Fran said as she glared at Margaret then snapped her head to the left. Margaret had rose several inches off the ground, then when Fran snapped her head to the left, Margaret flew and crashed into a glass curial.
Margaret landed on her stomach and bits of glass showered her back.
Mrs. Olvert gasped and raised a hand to her mouth.
"Get out of my house," Fran snarled.
"No. You killed Julie and you have to pay," Margaret said as she shakily got to her feet and carefully brushed the bits of glass off of her.
Margaret held out her arm again and her palm faced outward at Fran. She glared at Fran. Fran rose into the air and then when Margaret moved her arm sharply to the right, Fran crashed into the couch and flipped it over. The couch landing almost on top of her. Margaret kept her arm stretched out.
Mrs. Olvert ran upstairs in fear. Fran got to her feet behind the over-turned couch. I could see dark circles under her eyes. Fran turned her eyes onto me. I felt as if someone charged at me full speed. I felt myself flying backward into a wall. I slumped to the floor in a heap. Scully pulled our her gun, but the next thing we knew, Fran was glaring at it. It turned a bright red and Scully dropped it. A 2nd degree burn was on her palm. Fran stared at Scully. Scully was thrown into the wall right beside me.
"I can't move," Scully said.
"Neither can I,"
It felt like someone was holding us against the wall. Margaret made Fran rise up to the ceiling, then she dropped her. Fran landed stomach first onto the coffee table, breaking it in half.
Fran got to her feet and glared at Margaret.
It was a show down all over again…but I knew that it might be Margaret's way to get revenge on Fran. Then, Margaret voiced something I had been wondering the entire time.
"Did you shoot that pipe into Dave's chest?" Margaret asked.
"Yes, I did," Fran smirked.
Margaret only got angrier.
So, this was for revenge…but how'd Marge know if Fran was the one who shot the pipe into Dave's chest? I thought.
"I knew it all along…I saw you looking at the pipe…then it rose…Emily was right," Margaret said angrily.
Fran narrowed her eyes even more until they were into slits.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to take care of her, won't we?"
Fran glared at Margaret and jerked her head toward us. Margaret rose up and flew toward us. She hit the wall above us and landed in Scully and I's laps.
She was lying across our laps on her stomach. She didn't move. Fran turned and left the house. The door closing behind her by itself.
Scully and I were able to move again.
"Margaret?" I demanded, shaking her.
She moaned and got up.
"I think she's going to attack Emily,"
Scully and I looked at each other.
"Let's go," I said, urgently.
EMILY KENTRO'S RESIDENCE.
9:45 PM
I was just about to make some hot chocolate. My parents were already in bed. I felt as if someone was staring at me through one of the bay windows in the house. I walked through the dinning room to the living room and peered out. Nothing. No one was there.
Shrugging, I returned to the kitchen. I put water in the kettle and then put it on the stove. I got a cup out and dumped the hot chocolate mix into the cup. I waited until the kettle began boiling.
I carefully picked it up and that's when my arm froze midway. I tried to move it but it wouldn't budge. I was starting to get scared.
It was if someone was holding my arm. I frantically tried to move it. I began yelling for my parents.
Then, my arm rose higher and higher. The kettle tipping dangerously.
I screamed as the boiling hot water splashed all down my face and neck. I glanced out the window before blackness swallowed me up. Fran was staring at me smiling.
MARGARET.
Agent Mulder and Agent Scully found Emily's address by called back to their bureau. We pulled up in front of the house. There were police cars and ambulances in front of the house with their dome lights flashing.
"What happened?" Agent Scully asked, peering out the windshield.
"I don't know," Agent Mulder said, slowly.
Agent Mulder, Agent Scully and I pushed open our doors and climbed out. We closed our doors and Agent Mulder and Agent Scully showed a police officer their FBI ID badges and ID's.
"What happened here?" Agent Mulder asked.
"A young girl was burned. She dumped the kettle on herself," the officer replied looking grave.
Agent Mulder, Agent Scully and I exchanged looks.
The coroner was wheeling out a body on a wheeled gurney covered in a white sheet. A bit of blood was staining the sheet. Mr. and Mrs. Kentro were standing by the doorway sobbing.
"We're too late," I moaned.
"Ugh. Margaret…do you have any idea where Fran might be now?" Agent Mulder asked, turning to me.
I frowned.
"Maybe…she might have gone back to the school because the squad was killed in the explosion," I replied.
"Let's go," Agent Mulder said.
We climbed back into the car and began heading back to the school.
