CHAPTER TEN
A/N: I've made a couple of changes in chapters eight and nine. Because I am not American, I had to look up a map of Washington DC and its surrounding towns and decided to put Wicklow in Maryland. Wicklow is a made up place ( I think). Its actually the name of a street I used to live in NZ. I live in Australia so my spelling could be different from you Americans. Keep the reviews coming!
" Are we going the right way Mulder?" It was Mulder's turn to drive. He refused to let the CSM to drive of course. The man was sitting in the back and smoking, with the back window rolled down. He hadn't said much and whenever Mulder glanced at him through the review mirror, there was worry in the CSM's eyes.
He really does care for Carly, Mulder mused but I still don't see why she loves him! I'll never understand it.
" Yes, I can read a street map Scully," Mulder snapped at her and she glared at him.
Mulder ignored her conceding look and focused on the road in front of them.
Meanwhile, puffing away on his Morley, the CSM stared out of the window. They were driving by some green rolling hills and he knew they were the country but there were at least several hours before they reached Wicklow. He fervently hoped no harm will come to Carly when they arrive.
* * *
They arrived in Wicklow about four p.m. Carly's shoulders sagged when she didn't see a car anywhere. Mulder and Scully did not make it, or the pizza guy decided not to tell them.
They drove up a sandy driveway up to a large farmhouse which was surrounded by trees and bushes. Around the back were the fields.
Sandra unlocked her door and ordered Carly to get out of the car. Sandra went to the trunk and took out a tripod and a camera. She walked up the steps with Carly following behind reluctantly.
Sandra unlocked the door to the house and they stepped inside. They were in the living room with the furniture still inside. Sandra directed Carly to sit on the couch while she set up the camera.
" What is it for?" Carly eyed the camera warily.
" I'm going to record you," Sandra replied matter-of-factly.
" What for?"
" You will be recording a confession," Sandra said.
" What kind of confession?" Carly's eyes darkened.
" You'll see." Sandra placed her gun on the kitchen bench before setting up the camera on the tripod. Then she took out a piece of paper from her duffle and handed it to her, " I'll give you a few seconds to read this over."
Carly glanced down and went white. Sandra wanted her to confess she had wanted to kill her partner Noah! It went on describing how she was in on the hostage situation with the killer.
" This is crap! I will not read this!" Carly shouted, outraged, " no one will believe any of it."
" Oh they will. Especially if it comes from your own mouth. You will confess." Sandra turned the camera on and Carly stared at the little red light.
" Now, confess."
After Carly recorded the confession, Sandra turned off the camera and beamed at her, " Well done! Although you could been a little livelier."
Carly scowled at her, " the confession is a load of rubbish! Why should I act lively about something that isn't true?"
Sandra ignored her as she packed up her camera and the tripod. She zipped up the duffle bag and took out a box of matches and a lighter.
" The tape will be shown on the news tonight on every new station," she told Carly.
" Since I've done what you wanted, are you going to let me go?"
" No," Sandra shook her head, " once the police see your confession, you would be arrested. But jail is not what I have in mind for you. Being in prison is not a suitable punishment."
Carly narrowed her eyes, " then what in God's name is?"
" Death," Sandra said simply.
Carly slumped in the chair, so Sandra was going to kill her after all.
" I'll be last person you'll ever see before your life goes up in smoke." Sandra added.
Sandra disappeared for a few moments and returned with a can of gasoline. She wet the living room carpet with the stuff and turned on the gas for extra measure. She glanced towards the front door to make sure it was still open, so that she would have a chance to escape.
She lit a match and darted towards the door, " See you in hell," she said before throwing the lighted match to the floor. She threw herself out the front door just as the carpet began to smoulder…
* * *
Flames licked at the carpet and were travelling towards the couch. Carly sat frozen, unable to move.
She turned on the gas…this house will blow to smithereens if you don't turn the gas off! She reminded herself. She recalled Sandra going down to the basement to do that, so she left the living room and went to search for the basement.
The car nearly missed hitting them as it raced down the hill. Mulder tooted the horn at the driver, but the woman didn't stop.
" Call the police Scully," Mulder said to his partner, " and call for the fire department, I can see smoke coming out of the window."
He was right, thick smoke was billowing out of the window which was located at the side of the house. The two agents and the CSM climbed out of the car.
The CSM didn't say a word as he disappeared inside the farmhouse, determined to find the woman he loved.
Scully was talking on the cell phone when Mulder followed the CSM.
" Mulder what are you doing?" she called to him, but he ignored her and went inside the house.
Someone grabbed her arm and she whirled around to face her lover. Her eyes went wide, " What are you doing here?" she demanded him, but threw her arms around him without waiting for an answer.
" The living room is on fire, we have to find another way out," the CSM told her.
" How'd you get here if its on fire?"
" The flames aren't near the door, but I think they might be now."
" I was going to turn off the gas mains," Carly opened the door to the basement, " but sicne Sandra tried to kill me, then framed me for murder, I see no reason why I should save her house."
" Let us leave then," the CSM urged her.
" There is a back door, come on." She lead him the way to the back door and both were outside, unhurt.
" Scully!" Carly called out to her friend. She didn't see Mulder anywhere.
" Where's Mulder?" Scully greeted her.
" What do you mean?" Carly asked her.
" He went in to find you," Scully explained, " hasn't he come out?"
Carly's face went white, " the house is gonna blow up, I haven't managed to turn off the gas mains…" she turned around and went back inside the house through the back door.
The fire had filled the living room and there was no way of getting through the front door. Any minute the flames would be reaching the hallway that lead to the bedrooms, the stairs and the back door.
She began looking through the bedrooms but still did not find Mulder. She climbed the stairs and bumped into something solid.
Mulder grabbed her arm to steady her before she fell, " I'm glad I found you." He greeted her, his face covered with soot and there was a cut on his forehead.
More debris from the ceiling fell and the house gave an almighty shudder-as if there had been earthquake.
" We have to go now Mulder," she replied and they raced back down the stairs, towards the back door. The fire was now in the hallway, the smoke thick.
The CSM urged Carly to hurry it up-he could see her in the doorway of the back door and was about to call out to her when the house shuddered again. She lurched out with Mulder close behind.
The house gave a loud groan and a sickening creak before the entire farmhouse collapsed…trapping Mulder and Carly beneath the rubble...
A/N: I've made a couple of changes in chapters eight and nine. Because I am not American, I had to look up a map of Washington DC and its surrounding towns and decided to put Wicklow in Maryland. Wicklow is a made up place ( I think). Its actually the name of a street I used to live in NZ. I live in Australia so my spelling could be different from you Americans. Keep the reviews coming!
" Are we going the right way Mulder?" It was Mulder's turn to drive. He refused to let the CSM to drive of course. The man was sitting in the back and smoking, with the back window rolled down. He hadn't said much and whenever Mulder glanced at him through the review mirror, there was worry in the CSM's eyes.
He really does care for Carly, Mulder mused but I still don't see why she loves him! I'll never understand it.
" Yes, I can read a street map Scully," Mulder snapped at her and she glared at him.
Mulder ignored her conceding look and focused on the road in front of them.
Meanwhile, puffing away on his Morley, the CSM stared out of the window. They were driving by some green rolling hills and he knew they were the country but there were at least several hours before they reached Wicklow. He fervently hoped no harm will come to Carly when they arrive.
* * *
They arrived in Wicklow about four p.m. Carly's shoulders sagged when she didn't see a car anywhere. Mulder and Scully did not make it, or the pizza guy decided not to tell them.
They drove up a sandy driveway up to a large farmhouse which was surrounded by trees and bushes. Around the back were the fields.
Sandra unlocked her door and ordered Carly to get out of the car. Sandra went to the trunk and took out a tripod and a camera. She walked up the steps with Carly following behind reluctantly.
Sandra unlocked the door to the house and they stepped inside. They were in the living room with the furniture still inside. Sandra directed Carly to sit on the couch while she set up the camera.
" What is it for?" Carly eyed the camera warily.
" I'm going to record you," Sandra replied matter-of-factly.
" What for?"
" You will be recording a confession," Sandra said.
" What kind of confession?" Carly's eyes darkened.
" You'll see." Sandra placed her gun on the kitchen bench before setting up the camera on the tripod. Then she took out a piece of paper from her duffle and handed it to her, " I'll give you a few seconds to read this over."
Carly glanced down and went white. Sandra wanted her to confess she had wanted to kill her partner Noah! It went on describing how she was in on the hostage situation with the killer.
" This is crap! I will not read this!" Carly shouted, outraged, " no one will believe any of it."
" Oh they will. Especially if it comes from your own mouth. You will confess." Sandra turned the camera on and Carly stared at the little red light.
" Now, confess."
After Carly recorded the confession, Sandra turned off the camera and beamed at her, " Well done! Although you could been a little livelier."
Carly scowled at her, " the confession is a load of rubbish! Why should I act lively about something that isn't true?"
Sandra ignored her as she packed up her camera and the tripod. She zipped up the duffle bag and took out a box of matches and a lighter.
" The tape will be shown on the news tonight on every new station," she told Carly.
" Since I've done what you wanted, are you going to let me go?"
" No," Sandra shook her head, " once the police see your confession, you would be arrested. But jail is not what I have in mind for you. Being in prison is not a suitable punishment."
Carly narrowed her eyes, " then what in God's name is?"
" Death," Sandra said simply.
Carly slumped in the chair, so Sandra was going to kill her after all.
" I'll be last person you'll ever see before your life goes up in smoke." Sandra added.
Sandra disappeared for a few moments and returned with a can of gasoline. She wet the living room carpet with the stuff and turned on the gas for extra measure. She glanced towards the front door to make sure it was still open, so that she would have a chance to escape.
She lit a match and darted towards the door, " See you in hell," she said before throwing the lighted match to the floor. She threw herself out the front door just as the carpet began to smoulder…
* * *
Flames licked at the carpet and were travelling towards the couch. Carly sat frozen, unable to move.
She turned on the gas…this house will blow to smithereens if you don't turn the gas off! She reminded herself. She recalled Sandra going down to the basement to do that, so she left the living room and went to search for the basement.
The car nearly missed hitting them as it raced down the hill. Mulder tooted the horn at the driver, but the woman didn't stop.
" Call the police Scully," Mulder said to his partner, " and call for the fire department, I can see smoke coming out of the window."
He was right, thick smoke was billowing out of the window which was located at the side of the house. The two agents and the CSM climbed out of the car.
The CSM didn't say a word as he disappeared inside the farmhouse, determined to find the woman he loved.
Scully was talking on the cell phone when Mulder followed the CSM.
" Mulder what are you doing?" she called to him, but he ignored her and went inside the house.
Someone grabbed her arm and she whirled around to face her lover. Her eyes went wide, " What are you doing here?" she demanded him, but threw her arms around him without waiting for an answer.
" The living room is on fire, we have to find another way out," the CSM told her.
" How'd you get here if its on fire?"
" The flames aren't near the door, but I think they might be now."
" I was going to turn off the gas mains," Carly opened the door to the basement, " but sicne Sandra tried to kill me, then framed me for murder, I see no reason why I should save her house."
" Let us leave then," the CSM urged her.
" There is a back door, come on." She lead him the way to the back door and both were outside, unhurt.
" Scully!" Carly called out to her friend. She didn't see Mulder anywhere.
" Where's Mulder?" Scully greeted her.
" What do you mean?" Carly asked her.
" He went in to find you," Scully explained, " hasn't he come out?"
Carly's face went white, " the house is gonna blow up, I haven't managed to turn off the gas mains…" she turned around and went back inside the house through the back door.
The fire had filled the living room and there was no way of getting through the front door. Any minute the flames would be reaching the hallway that lead to the bedrooms, the stairs and the back door.
She began looking through the bedrooms but still did not find Mulder. She climbed the stairs and bumped into something solid.
Mulder grabbed her arm to steady her before she fell, " I'm glad I found you." He greeted her, his face covered with soot and there was a cut on his forehead.
More debris from the ceiling fell and the house gave an almighty shudder-as if there had been earthquake.
" We have to go now Mulder," she replied and they raced back down the stairs, towards the back door. The fire was now in the hallway, the smoke thick.
The CSM urged Carly to hurry it up-he could see her in the doorway of the back door and was about to call out to her when the house shuddered again. She lurched out with Mulder close behind.
The house gave a loud groan and a sickening creak before the entire farmhouse collapsed…trapping Mulder and Carly beneath the rubble...
