The X-Files-Ulvetyd

Chapter Six-End Credits

We arrived at the school. The cafeteria would be closed for several weeks. Luckily, none of the classrooms above it were damaged. Around lunchtime, the students would be allowed to eat their lunch in class that they have before their lunch period.

We reached the school. The cafeteria was dark and there was still a lingering scent of smoke in the air.

The school was dark and it gave off an air of coldness. I didn't know if it was me but I felt a chill running down my spine.

Agent Mulder and Agent Scully pulled out their guns and clicked back the hammers.

We began carefully making our way toward the school, when suddenly, a flash went off before my eyes.

I cried out and grabbed Agent Mulder's arm. I saw objects flying at Agent Mulder and Agent Scully.

I saw myself divert a few of them. But there was one big object that was aimed directly at Agent Mulder. I saw myself diving in front of it protecting him.

The flash vanished.

I jumped and blinked my eyes.

"Margaret? Are you alright?" Agent Mulder asked concerned.

He was also holding onto my arm gently, but firmly.

His blue eyes were filled with concern.

Agent Scully was also watching me with concern and worry.

"I just had a vision…I saw objects flying at you and Agent Scully…I dove in front of one to protect you," I said, blinking.

The vision wasn't going away in my head. I could still see the images.

"If anything, we'll be protecting you. Come on…we've got to go. If Fran got lose, I don't know what kind of damage she'd do. She'd definitely reek havoc on the entire town," Agent Mulder replied.

We began carefully making our way toward the school.

It was still eerily silent and extremely unnerving.

We stepped into the main lobby of the school and looked around. It felt more like a ghost town.

Bits of papers were scattered on the floor and a few textbooks lay opened on the floor in front of classrooms. It basically looked like World War III had gone off inside it.

"Where could she be?" Agent Scully whispered, carefully eyeing the hallways.

"More than likely, the gym," I replied.

We turned and headed out of the school and we began walking toward the gym.

As we approached the gym, the lights inside it were blinking and flickering on and off.

"She's there," I replied quietly.

We walked over to the gym and carefully opened the double doors.

Fran was standing in front of the gym on the hardwood floor. Bits of paper were floating around her in a whirlwind. The lights were still flickering on and off.

We stepped further into the gym.

"So, you've come to the gym to seek me out," Fran replied, smirking as the whirlwind stopped and the objects fell to the floor.

Agent Mulder and Agent Scully aimed their guns at Fran. I knew they wouldn't exactly shoot her. After all, she was still a kid.

And I doubted very much that the agents would be able to live with themselves if they ever shot a child.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Julie Morris," Agent Scully replied, keeping her eyes on Fran.

"Right…and what are you going to put in your report? 'Young teenager responsible for the murder of a fellow student by using Telekinetic powers?' I don't think your boss would be too pleased with that report and explanation," Fran smirked.

Agent Mulder and Agent Scully didn't reply.

"This is between you and me…leave the agents out of it," I snarled stepping in front of them.

They immediately lowered their guns.

I heard Agent Mulder hiss something along the lines of "We're not leaving you without protection".

I glanced back at him then returned my eyes back onto Fran.

I knew they would be ready to pounce on Fran at any time if she made a move. That made me feel really confident and bold…and I got a warm feeling.

"Well, let the party begin," Fran smiled.

She snapped her head toward the corner of the gym were the pipes were lying. One rose up and floated in the air. She then turned her head around toward me. The pipe zoomed toward me. I jumped up into the air and ended up doing a flying split as the pipe zoomed underneath me. Agent Mulder and Agent Scully dove out of the way.

"I told you I would've like to join the team," I snickered.

Fran did it again. The pipe was aimed for my forehead. I ducked. The pipe narrowly missed my head. I felt my hair flutter in the breeze.

Then, she aimed the pipe at my chest. I cartwheeled out of the way.

"ENOUGH! STAY STILL SO I CAN KILL YOU!" Fran cried, frustrated.

She glared at one of the flags that were leaning against the wall in a corner. The flag turned and laid flat on its side like a dagger. It shot straight at me.

I ducked again. Agent Mulder and Agent Scully were standing apart as the objects flew between them.

Fran screamed in frustration. Then, she smiled. I knew that look. She was getting an idea.

"How about we play with the FBI agents?" she said, joyfully.

Now, I became alert.

"I told you to leave them alone," I snapped.

"If I can't kill you…then maybe I can kill one of them!"

I narrowed my eyes at a large wood plank lying in a pile beside the pipes. It rose several feet off the floor and came speeding toward Fran, aimed at the back of her head. It hit the back of her head and snapped in half.

Fran tutted.

"You think that will stop me? HA!" Fran laughed.

"I will stop you…no matter what," I narrowed my eyes at her.

"I'm totally scared," Fran mocked.

I glared at two more planks. They came speeding toward Fran. Both broke in half.

"You don't learn…do you? You piece of garbage," Fran asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"Don't call her garbage," I heard Agent Mulder snarl behind me.

Fran's eyes moved onto him.

"Yes, well…unfortunately, neither of you will be around to tell your boss about me," Fran smirked.

She turned her head toward a section of the bleachers. We could hear groaning and a tearing sound. The next thing we knew, the section broke off from the rest of the bleacher and floated toward Agent Mulder and Agent Scully. It hovered above them.

They looked up at it and began slowly backing up, but the section of the bleachers followed them. I stood in front of them and glared at one of the other flags. It rose and came speeding toward Fran from behind. The pole impaled her. The section of bleachers hung in the air for a moment before it dropped…right onto me.

AGENT MULDER.

The section of the bleachers dropped onto Margaret. She was lying on her back with the bleachers on top of her midsection. The flag impaled Fran. It had pierced her heart. Fran had a thick ribbon of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth before she dropped sideways dead.

Immediately, I rushed over to Margaret. Scully rushed to her side. I crouched down at one end of the bleachers and tried to lift it off of Margaret.

Margaret's hair was fluffed around her head on the floor. Her wrists lay by her ears. A thick ribbon of blood flowed from her mouth as well. She coughed and more blood trickled out of her mouth.

I tried to lift the section of bleachers again, but it was too heavy. I didn't give up.

"Mulder! It's too heavy!" Scully said, as she sat and cradled Margaret's head in her lap. She put both hands on the side of her face and smoothed back her bangs.

You can run…and begin in a place…where you don't fit in…love will find a way

When you're down…you can start again…turn around anything your in love will find a place…

If you've got one heart you are following one dream keeps you wondering love lights you way through the night

One wish keeps you trying what's your silver lining?

Love lights the way to your heart.

You can fall a thousand times you can feel like you've lost your mind…love will find a way…

In a minute it can change your life in a moment it can make it right…love will find a place…

If you've go one heart you are following…one dream keeps you wondering…love lights your way through the night.

One wish keeps you trying…what's your silver lining?

Love lights the way to your heart.

"I'm not going to stand here and let her die," I replied, as I winched and tried to pick it up again.

"Agent Mulder…please," Margaret croaked out.

I refused to stop.

"Mulder please!" Scully said.

Her voice was starting to break and I could hear her fighting down tears.

I angrily stopped and stood up.

Margaret coughed again. I began pacing.

"I saved you. I couldn't let Fran hurt you two," Margaret said, her voice sounding watery and strained.

"I could've stopped her," I replied as I sat down beside Scully and I put a hand on the side of her face.

"With what? A bullet? You wouldn't have been able to live with yourself," Margaret replied.

Scully raised her eyes to mine. There were tears in them.

I gently stroked Margaret's cheek with my thumb.

"How am I going to now knowing you stepped in the line of fire?" I asked, as I started to feel the tears brimming.

"I did it because I wanted to," Margaret said. "I love you two like my parents."

That touched Scully. I could see her expression and it deeply touched me.

Scully and I switched places so that now I was cradling Margaret's head in my lap. I leaned down so our faces were inches apart.

Margaret winced and her body jerked violently upward before it relaxed.

"Margaret?" I asked.

No reply. Margaret's eyes were still opened. Her mouth was closed, but the blood still flowed out of the corner.

"Margaret?" I repeated in a firmer tone.

Still no reply or movement.

Realization began settling in my chest.

"Oh God…no," I said, quietly.

I just pressed my face into her shoulder and began sobbing.

AGENT SCULLY.

J. EDGAR HOOVER FBI BUILDING.

2 DAYS LATER.

Mulder was quiet and subdued the past 2 days. He looks like he hasn't slept in weeks and he hasn't eaten much. I entered the basement office.

Mulder was sitting in his leather chair behind his desk. He was leaning back in it with his hands clasped behind his head. He was staring off into space. He was dressed in black slacks, a white long sleeved shirt, which he had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a tie. His FBI photo ID and badge was clipped to the waistband of his slacks and belt.

I went over and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Mulder?" I asked, gently and softly.

He didn't even look at me.

"Mulder?" I repeated.

Again, nothing.

I reached over and gently poked him on the arm.

That time, he jumped.

"Oh. Sorry Scully…didn't see you come in," he said, distractedly.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied.

I could see that he wasn't. I could see right through him.

"I'm going for some coffee. Would you like some?" Mulder asked, suddenly, as he stood up and walked around the desk.

Before he passed me I gently grabbed his elbow.

"Mulder…please talk to me," I said, gently.

"I'm going for coffee. Would you like some?" he repeated.

"Please," I said.

He nodded and then continued. I watched him leave.

I knew dam well he wasn't okay. It was bothering him very much. I wasn't going to lie…it really bothered me too. I too had grown attached to Margaret. I felt a pang of sadness and I felt tears starting to form in my eyes.

About 3 minutes later, Mulder returned to the office holding two Styrofoam cups filled with steaming coffee. He handed me a cup and I held it in my hands. He sat back down and took a sip. He began re-arranging files on top of his desk.

I walked around the desk and stood beside him.

"Mulder…please talk to me," I said, quietly.

"What's to talk about, Scully? An innocent girl is dead," Mulder replied.

I caught the bitterness and grief in his voice.

"Mulder, she did that to save us," I said, soothingly. "She knew what she was doing."

"It doesn't matter…she didn't have to die," Mulder replied.

"I know…I miss her too," I said, quietly. "I don't think she would want us moping around."

"How would we know what she wants? She's dead," Mulder snapped looking up at me.

I looked at him startled.

I knew he was upset, but I didn't know just how much.

"Mulder," I began, shocked. "You know dam well what I meant! She wasn't the type of girl to want her friends moping around like this! Dave just got released from the hospital. His parents have to tell him that his best friend is gone. How do you think he'll feel? He's known her longer than we have."

Mulder's eyes flashed.

"That doesn't mean I didn't care about her!"

"I know! I cared about her too! But Mulder…think about this please? SHE SAVED US. What would've happened if she hadn't? We'd both be killed. In my book, she's a hero,"

That must've gotten him because his expression changed.

I saw him getting ready to cry. That is something I rarely see him do. The only times I've seen him cry was when anything relating to his sister came up. Other than that, I've never seen him.

I stepped closer and put my arms around him. He pressed his face into my stomach and he began sobbing.

The case of Franchesca DiOlvert was filed under X. We did the report for Skinner.

The high school cafeteria was fixed up. There was funerals for the cheerleading squad, Fran, Julie and Margaret in the following week.

Mulder and I attended Margaret's. Dave was subdued and quiet the entire time. I didn't blame him one bit.