CHAPTER THREE
It was in the middle of the night when the phone rang. Carly dragged herself out of bed to answer it.
" Hello?" she croaked sleepily.
" I might be in the lockup, but they can't hold me forever." A voice whispered.
" Who is this?"
" Some way or another Carly Garrett, I will kill you. And when I do, there will be no one around to save you." Then the caller hung up.
Carly replaced the receiver. There was no doubt the caller had been the woman from the movie theatre.
She hates me…and I don't even know who she is. Carly thought when she went back into the bedroom. The CSM stirred and looked over at her.
" Who was it?"
Carly told him about the phone call, " I don't know who this woman is or why she wants to kill me."
" I'll keep an eye out for any suspicious activity around here," the CSM promised, " I won't let anyone hurt you…not after the way your sister did."
Carly nodded. She didn't need any reminding about her sister…Madeline had been insanely jealous of her and one night had shot her, nearly killing Carly.
Madeline was now behind bars for twenty years. Her father died three months ago and her mother died when they were teenagers…she had no other family.
If she didn't have her friends and the CSM, she would truly be alone.
" You recently inherited one million from your father," the CSM added, " Why don't you get out of this place and into a much nicer house?"
" I could if I wanted to, but I like it here. Agent Mulder lives across the hall and we've become such good friends…I don't feel the need to move."
Scully and Mulder were in the interrogation room at the police station. The woman still wasn't speaking.
They left the interrogating room and Captain Jonathan O'Brien walked over to the two agents.
" I'm thinking of handing the case over to the FBI." Jonathan told them, " the woman will not speak. Have you had much luck?"
" No, but we'll keep trying. She must be kept under watch 24/7. A Woman's life in danger." Mulder cautioned the captain.
" After her trail, when's she's found guilty, we'll be transferring her to the maximum security woman's prison in Arlington."
Mulder watched as the woman was lead out of the interrogation room. When the guard led her past the two agents, the woman stared hard into Mulder's eyes before whispering, " She will still die…it doesn't matter where I'll end up, I'll kill her." Then they disappeared around the corner.
" What did she say?" Scully asked him.
" I'll tell you later." Mulder replied abruptly before leaving the police station.
" No, tell me now Agent Mulder. If it was about Carly, I have a right to know." Scully insisted as they climbed into the car.
Mulder sighed and told her, " no prison will hold this woman. She'll find a way to escape and kill Carly. She's hell bent on killing Carly, and I'm going to find out why."
" How? She's refusing to tell us who is." Scully reminded him as Mulder started the car and drove them towards the movie theatre.
" Where are we going?"
" Back to the scene of the crime." Mulder paused, " Or rather, the scene of the massacre."
The agents ducked under the yellow DO NOT CROSS ribbon.
" Hey, you can't come in here," a cop protested, " This is a crime scene."
" We're with the FBI," Mulder answered, " we're handling this case."
" No you aren't, this is a police matter." The cop glared at him but Mulder just ignored him.
" What are you looking for?" Scully asked her partner.
" A clue to tell us who that woman is." Mulder said as he retraced the woman's footsteps down the aisle…to his disappointment, he found zilch.
Later that night, Sandra Porter sat in her cell and tried to think of a way to escape.
The guard walked up and down in front of her cell, humming to himself. Sandra's stomach churned painfully and she clutched at it. It was only a hunger pain, but it gave her an idea.
" Hey…guard?" she called out weakly. The guard stopped his pacing and looked between the bars, into her cell.
" What?" he demanded gruffly.
" My stomach…it really hurts."
" You just had dinner awhile ago, it must be digesting it."
" No…it really hurts. I have this cramp in the lower part of my stomach." As if to prove her point, she groaned loudly and collapsed on the hard floor.
The guard started to look concerned, " I admit the prison food isn't too crash hot. Let me have a look at you." He took out his keys and unlocked the cell door and stepped inside.
The guard knelt down beside the prisoner. He was taken by complete surprise when Sandra's fist shot up and punched him in the left eye.
He yelped and fell backwards, landing on his back. Sandra leaned down and grabbed his gun from the holster. Recovering slightly, the guard sat up to try and grab the gun back, but Sandra lashed out with it, hitting him in the temple, knocking him out cold.
Sandra took his handcuffs from his belt and dragged the unconscious guard towards the bars. She slapped the handcuffs to one wrist while locking it to a bar. Then she pocketed his keys.
" No prison can hold me." She whispered to the guard before leaving the cell and locking the guard inside.
It was in the middle of the night when the phone rang. Carly dragged herself out of bed to answer it.
" Hello?" she croaked sleepily.
" I might be in the lockup, but they can't hold me forever." A voice whispered.
" Who is this?"
" Some way or another Carly Garrett, I will kill you. And when I do, there will be no one around to save you." Then the caller hung up.
Carly replaced the receiver. There was no doubt the caller had been the woman from the movie theatre.
She hates me…and I don't even know who she is. Carly thought when she went back into the bedroom. The CSM stirred and looked over at her.
" Who was it?"
Carly told him about the phone call, " I don't know who this woman is or why she wants to kill me."
" I'll keep an eye out for any suspicious activity around here," the CSM promised, " I won't let anyone hurt you…not after the way your sister did."
Carly nodded. She didn't need any reminding about her sister…Madeline had been insanely jealous of her and one night had shot her, nearly killing Carly.
Madeline was now behind bars for twenty years. Her father died three months ago and her mother died when they were teenagers…she had no other family.
If she didn't have her friends and the CSM, she would truly be alone.
" You recently inherited one million from your father," the CSM added, " Why don't you get out of this place and into a much nicer house?"
" I could if I wanted to, but I like it here. Agent Mulder lives across the hall and we've become such good friends…I don't feel the need to move."
Scully and Mulder were in the interrogation room at the police station. The woman still wasn't speaking.
They left the interrogating room and Captain Jonathan O'Brien walked over to the two agents.
" I'm thinking of handing the case over to the FBI." Jonathan told them, " the woman will not speak. Have you had much luck?"
" No, but we'll keep trying. She must be kept under watch 24/7. A Woman's life in danger." Mulder cautioned the captain.
" After her trail, when's she's found guilty, we'll be transferring her to the maximum security woman's prison in Arlington."
Mulder watched as the woman was lead out of the interrogation room. When the guard led her past the two agents, the woman stared hard into Mulder's eyes before whispering, " She will still die…it doesn't matter where I'll end up, I'll kill her." Then they disappeared around the corner.
" What did she say?" Scully asked him.
" I'll tell you later." Mulder replied abruptly before leaving the police station.
" No, tell me now Agent Mulder. If it was about Carly, I have a right to know." Scully insisted as they climbed into the car.
Mulder sighed and told her, " no prison will hold this woman. She'll find a way to escape and kill Carly. She's hell bent on killing Carly, and I'm going to find out why."
" How? She's refusing to tell us who is." Scully reminded him as Mulder started the car and drove them towards the movie theatre.
" Where are we going?"
" Back to the scene of the crime." Mulder paused, " Or rather, the scene of the massacre."
The agents ducked under the yellow DO NOT CROSS ribbon.
" Hey, you can't come in here," a cop protested, " This is a crime scene."
" We're with the FBI," Mulder answered, " we're handling this case."
" No you aren't, this is a police matter." The cop glared at him but Mulder just ignored him.
" What are you looking for?" Scully asked her partner.
" A clue to tell us who that woman is." Mulder said as he retraced the woman's footsteps down the aisle…to his disappointment, he found zilch.
Later that night, Sandra Porter sat in her cell and tried to think of a way to escape.
The guard walked up and down in front of her cell, humming to himself. Sandra's stomach churned painfully and she clutched at it. It was only a hunger pain, but it gave her an idea.
" Hey…guard?" she called out weakly. The guard stopped his pacing and looked between the bars, into her cell.
" What?" he demanded gruffly.
" My stomach…it really hurts."
" You just had dinner awhile ago, it must be digesting it."
" No…it really hurts. I have this cramp in the lower part of my stomach." As if to prove her point, she groaned loudly and collapsed on the hard floor.
The guard started to look concerned, " I admit the prison food isn't too crash hot. Let me have a look at you." He took out his keys and unlocked the cell door and stepped inside.
The guard knelt down beside the prisoner. He was taken by complete surprise when Sandra's fist shot up and punched him in the left eye.
He yelped and fell backwards, landing on his back. Sandra leaned down and grabbed his gun from the holster. Recovering slightly, the guard sat up to try and grab the gun back, but Sandra lashed out with it, hitting him in the temple, knocking him out cold.
Sandra took his handcuffs from his belt and dragged the unconscious guard towards the bars. She slapped the handcuffs to one wrist while locking it to a bar. Then she pocketed his keys.
" No prison can hold me." She whispered to the guard before leaving the cell and locking the guard inside.
