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Gothic Spook: I could never kill John or Monica. Maim them, psychologically rape them, beat them over the head with multiple objects and make them fall in love more maybe, but never ever kill them. He's too damn cute. Especially in John Doe when he's crying about Luke. I wanted to cry too! And then he's like kicking ass like in Redrum and he's like, "You're supposed to say, 'What Nanny Cam?" (Giggles). Oh, the great John Doggett.
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"It never
was and never will be.
You're not real and you can't
save me.
Somehow now you're everybody's
fool…"
~Evanescence, Everybody's Fool from Fallen
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Chapter 13: Silence (Skin Deep)
Jason emerged from the room to an empty basement. He looked around, his hand covered in her blood and pieces of her hair. He smelled like her too, the mix of blood and bullets intoxicating. She smelled beautiful, regardless, her angry scent. The rage inside her boiled into perspiration on her skin and gave off the scent of power, intimidation, anger, and immortality.
It was the first thing he remembered about her, so young and innocent, bound by chains of the guilty and held down in hell because of who she was. He thought it was impossible to love her at first, to love someone so dangerous and sharp like the edge of a knife. It was stupid to think that she could love, her personality resembling a bullet. She hit you and it was euphoria. She left you and it was pain, adrenaline, and blood. Her kisses her poison like a serpent. Her touch was like sharp, serrated knives cutting into flesh. And her eyes were alive with energy, green with vigilance and burning with the fire of her spirit.
She was never in captivity. She was never controlled.
But she was in love. And she was happier than Jason had ever seen her before, as if death was something to be greeted with open arms and embraced with her whole being.
He left her there in the room with her mortal enemy, knowing Morgan would not last a chance once Darcy had regained the strength she once had. The breed had not been happy about their current situation to say the least, but after what felt like hours he had finally 'tweaked' them back into submission and allowed Darcy some sense of free will.
The agents were probably upstairs discussing his fate and Darcy's and Morgan's. Morgan was easy to take care of. She was just a bullet to the head. Darcy was a bullet to both ears. And he was another bullet to the head.
But would they go as far as kill him? He hoped not. He hoped that they would take what little information he had and allow him and Darcy to go free. Morgan was the least of his worries right now.
Jason walked to the stairs and the door opened. Dana Scully shut the door behind her, a little surprised to see him standing there, hands drenched in blood both red and black.
"I'm finished." He said.
"How is she?" Scully asked, not trying to sound as concerned as she was. 'Emily' had nearly cost them Meredith's life with her little stunt.
"She's going to be fine." Jason said, shying out of the way for Scully to come down the stairs. He was surprisingly submissive for someone who worked in the government. "I do need to wash my hands though." He said, holding up the bloodied fingers, the blood on them starting to scab and grow stickier than before.
Scully nodded silently, not knowing what to say. She looked him over and looked back at the door. Her mouth went dry. She looked back at Jason.
"Could I talk to her?" She finally blurted out. "I have a couple of questions to ask her."
"You guys are in control here. I'm just here for her, that's all." He said, holding up his hands in some kind of defense. She thought he would walk away, but Jason waited until she walked to the room before going back upstairs.
She reached for the door handle and something heavy was thrown into the wall. The sounds of drywall cracking made her reflexively jump back.
"Shit." Jason said. Scully started at the locks on the door.
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Morgan woke up after Jason left, feeling like shit naturally. Darcy was against the wall, her face black and expressionless. From her position on the floor, Morgan was sure it was a mix of happiness and anger, finally concealing itself in a flat complexion that Darcy was infamous for. Darcy looked at Morgan and vise versa, their eyes glaring at the other with the same amount of malice. They were flexing the muscles that were working and avoiding the ones that ached. Darcy could hardly move her head and a piece of gauze protected her injured ear. Morgan was left on her own, the blood making her flesh stick together and the clothing paste to her flesh.
It didn't take them long to attack one another, running and meeting each other halfway down the wall. They said nothing and made no sound as the struggled together, much in the likeness of preteen boys fighting for play. The look in their eyes was much more deadly though.
Darcy kicked Morgan into the back wall, delaying the attack for mere seconds before Morgan tackled her into the wall, her head crashing into the drywall and leaving a circular crack. Darcy didn't wince at all, the breed once again back under her control and taking care of all her bumps and bruises. The seconds that it took to heal was too long, since Morgan took her by the front, one fist at her breasts and the other at her waist, pulling her off the floor and throwing her to the opposite wall.
There was the sound of bones cracking and healing, and Darcy was back on her feet. She heard the locks on the doors open and jumped into Morgan, hurling them both onto the floor where they slid into the back wall.
Morgan punched in her in the stomach so hard it knocked the breath from her body and tossed her back onto the floor. Darcy's tailbone broke and reconnected quickly, but once again, it was too slow. Morgan had the offense position in the fight and kicked Darcy across the face. Her head bobbed above the floor as Morgan drop kicked her head to the ground.
The skull broke this time, healing in much the same fashion as the rest of the bones in her body. Darcy breathed heavily and kicked Morgan out of the air before she could do it again. She pulled herself off the ground where blood and brain had met just moments before and stood up.
The last lock opened and Darcy punched Morgan in the same temple as before, knocking her out cold. She wiped the blood from her lips and kicked Morgan in the stomach before stopping.
She would finish one day, she knew that. She just needed the proper moment.
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Jason was seated back in the living room, his heart pounding in his chest. Ridder would kill him. No, he thought. Ridder wouldn't kill him. Ridder would throw him to Level 4 to live out the rest of his days as a lab rat. That would be his life from now on, testing vaccines for Hanta and Anthrax. He would be a no one, a number. That would be him. Number something, formerly Jason Sharp. Formerly technician. Formerly lover. Formerly allowed to live.
"Get talking." John said. Jason took a deep breath and sighed heavily. This wasn't a good idea, he knew that now. He wanted to kill himself on the spot. It would beat the alternative.
"I'm sure you're familiar with the abductions of 1992." Jason said. He looked at Doggett carefully, who was waiting for the rest of the story. "The women who were part of the experiment were used to create 'perfect' children."
"Super soldiers." John said.
"You're on a much smaller scale than you should be. These babies were created for one purpose alone. They were merchandise to the invading colonies of 2012."
The words sent chills down John's spine. Mulder watched from the doorway.
"GENESIS was a project built in the 1980's, when the government discovered the fossils of prehistoric beetles lying dormant in an underground cavity in Roswell, New Mexico. The beetles were tiny, but what they discovered was that they were incomplete, and that they only had enough organs to just survive, but only just. They needed somewhere warm to live and they needed an organism to live inside."
Jason took a shaking breath and exhaled heavily.
"What they discovered was that they could become symbiotic with the human race and that when implanted in the ear cavities of a human host they could amplify brain functions and muscle capacity, increase healing speed and efficiency." He rubbed his eyes and hands together nervously. "In return they would drink nutrients from the host's blood, especially proteins. They would also assume control over the host body after long periods of implantation, explaining Darcy's compulsion to kill."
"So she's got these things in her head?" Doggett asked. Jason nodded.
"I'm not sure about the date she was implanted but I do know that she was part of the 1992 harvesting of eggs and children used for hosts."
"They bred people for these things?"
"Yeah. Darcy was the first. A couple of implantations of her specific breed were done before, but they wouldn't take in male hosts. They discovered that hers were the only females and required a female host." Jason said, finishing her story, almost. "She was assigned to Ridder's division and kept there."
"How many more are there?"
"Don't ask, I don't know."
"What about the other one?" Mulder asked quickly. "What about her?"
"Morgan is an assassin, but she's hardly 'breed' worthy." Jason said quickly. "She was a potential for the experiment but too good a fighter on her own to ruin with a GENESIS. She and Darcy have been out to get one another since they were younger."
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Scully opened the door and found the two women as they had been left. Morgan was on the bed while Darcy stood against the wall and watched her. Her red hair hung in her face and covered the anger in her eyes, the expressionless mouth and face. She opened the door a little more and Darcy's attention was unbroken, still fixated on the woman on the bed.
"I can feel you." She said as Scully was about to leave. Scully turned back and looked at the person against the wall, hands touching the drywall shakily, bouncing back and forth. "I can't remember you, but I can feel you."
There was silence between them. It was the most words Darcy had uttered to anyone other than Jason and Ridder perhaps. They were not the warmest or inviting of words, but she had never been a talker. She had always been silent. It was the way she was raised.
Have I seen you before? She seemed to ask, looking right at Dana Scully. They stood and stared there, Scully's insides churning. She knew it was Emily Simm now, looking in a mirror image of her creation. It was her eyes, she knew that. The same cheeks with an unfamiliar nose and chin watched her from the face. Neither had any idea what to say.
Scully was speechless. All this time she was thinking Emily was dead, and there she was, she was sure of it.
Darcy fell silent again, looking at the floor and out the window. She heard rain splatter against the glass. Their attention was diverted to the outside, both pairs of green eyes staring at the window where soft light drifted in through the single empty space on the glass.
There was silence again. Dana couldn't say anything, but she entered the room slowly and stood there with her daughter, just watching what she had become.
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John looked in at her daughter, curled up on the bed with William next to her, a thick, feathery boa around her neck and white gloves on her hands. She was dressed in a loose dress that hung off her body, lying on the bed in a fetal position while holding William's hands. He was asleep next to her, protectively gripping her hand back to assure her of his presence. He was reminded on Luke every time he saw William.
He wanted a son. He needed a son. John Doggett was not a feminine person. He and Meredith had little in common except her interest in interrogations and chess. They would sit there for hours and just play long games. She was actually a pretty good player.
But she was a girl. He knew that and was reminded of it every time she was in a photo shoot. The agency they worked with was always dressing her in clothes that were meant for teenagers and adults. Her theatre roles were also very feminine. He was living in an estrogen soaked home with no escape.
Did he hate it? Sometimes he did. But he imagined most people felt uncomfortable in their skin every now and then.
He walked down the hall to his bedroom and found Monica on the bed, lying there silently with a pillow in her arms. He couldn't bear watching her suffer silently. She'd been through a hell of a day. First with Brad, then with Meredith, and then there was his distance and his new found compulsion to get the truth.
I'm starting to sound like Mulder he thought and shook his head, walking over to the bed.
Monica looked over at him as he got onto the bed with her. She felt his hand on her shoulder and his chest press against her back. She closed her eyes again, pretending to be asleep. He didn't buy it, giving her kiss on the cheek and sink back behind her.
She couldn't bear the silence between them. She turned over.
"I'm still angry at you." She told him. John didn't say anything. He looked longingly at her, her brown eyes and dark skin looking more beautiful every second he stared at her. She smiled to herself. "But I guess I could forgive you."
The rain started to come down and they kissed each other again, the silence still between them, but suddenly John felt comfortable in his skin.
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I'm bleeding for the pain.
I'm screaming for the sound.
I'm cutting for the realization that I'm still living.
You have my eyes and my mouth.
I look at you and see myself.
I'm scared because I know I belong to you.
But you're only skin deep.
You're only my face in a mirror.
You're not me and I'm not you.
There's no connection but our flesh.
I'm running for the rush.
I'm killing for a price.
I'm cutting to be sure that I'm still here.
You have my face and body.
I look at you and see what I wanted to forget.
You're scared because you know I'm yours.
But you're only skin deep.
You're only my face in a mirror.
You're not me and I'm not you.
There's no connection but our flesh.
Tell me I'm just dreaming.
Tell me I'm seeing what I want to see.
Tell me you're being what I want you to be.
But you're only skin deep.
You're only my face in a mirror.
You're not me and I'm not you.
You're only skin deep.
You're only my face in a mirror.
You're not me and I'm not you.
There's no connection but our flesh.
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