"I fuck you to fuck you over.
I fuck you 'til I find someone better.
I fuck you in secret.
I fuck you because I can't remember if I already fucked you before.
I fuck you out of boredom.
I fuck you because I can't feel it anyway.
I fuck you to make the pain go away…."

Marilyn Manson, Para Noir from The Golden Age of Grotesque

Chapter 22: Darcy's Demands, Brad's Involvement, and Parental Instincts

She pressed her hands on the glass, the palms spreading glossy lines of blood and sweat as she slid them over the windows and down towards her head and neck. The right hand was higher than the other, and Ridder could see a long gash clearly displayed on the palm. She had been cut, but nothing too serious. Even then he could see the skin healing itself quickly.

It was as if he were viewing a demon walking out of heaven itself. Blood dripped from the walls and he finally saw the mangled bodies of Dr. Admiral and his assistant, their faces shredded by the scalpel she had dropped somewhere in the mess of flesh and blood. Her lips had small droplets of the red fluid on them, moving down her chin as a lock of hair was stuck inside it, the tip of the oily lock drying into the crusted blood. The rest of her hair hung in her face and was clumped together by sweat, oil and more blood.

Ridder stopped in front of her, watching her, eyeing her carefully as her own green irises traced over him with a sinister glare. She looked at his blonde hair and blue eyes, his childish skull shape with a wide chin and his cruel lips. She wanted to slash off his face too, but she felt that she wanted something else more at that point.

"Who am I?" She asked him. David hesitated before answering.

"Government property." He replied quickly. She shook her head mutely.

"That's what I am, Ridder." She said. "Who am I?"

David was at a loss for words. Darcy's eyes beseeched him.

"You are a government experiment." He said bluntly. "You are a nineteen year old experiment."

"Who else am I?" She demanded. "Did I ever have a family or a mother or a father or friends? Was I ever anyone, Ridder?"
There was silence. David watched her, his whole body becoming stone. How did she find out about that? How the hell did she remember that? I knew I should have killed her when they brought her in. I knew her life was too good to be true. I knew I should have snapped her pathetic little neck.

"You were once a baby harvested during a government program." He replied. "Why does this matter?"

"It matters to me. Why it matters is none of your concern. Now tell me who my mother was."

Darcy sounded serious. For the first time since they had met she had wanted something other than money from him. For the first time she was actually a separate mind instead of a mindless follower, a hound he ordered around as frequently as he pleased. Now she was displaying something he had never seen in her before. She was showing him humanity, choice, and freedom.

"I don't know."

"Bull shit!" She slammed her palms on the glass causing him to jump back a little. "I know you know."

"I don't."

Darcy's lip quivered. She walked away from the windows and back into the lab.

"Come on Darcy, what does it matter? You're not a human anymore. You aren't the same person you once were." David looked around. Darcy had disappeared. She had completely vanished. He leaned into the glass a little more and peered around but found that she was gone for the moment. "Darcy?" He asked her loudly. "Darcy, come back here now." His voice changed and he was stern and direct with her trying to get them back into the regular work relationship they had. He wanted her to be his dog once again.

She finally reemerged from behind the shelves of medical supplies. He watched her lift up her right hand to her ear, aiming a scalpel at the soft flesh over the 'breed'.

David's heart skipped a beat.

"Tell me or I'll do it."

"You wouldn't."

Darcy didn't answer. She started pushing the sharpened blade into her flesh. Ridder's mouth opened in protest.

"Don't you dare…"

Darcy thrust the blade into the 'breed'. Her veins went cold as the poison was released into her system.

She threw the blade to the floor.

"You have twelve hours to loosen your tongue Ridder." She said, walking away from the windows. Ridder grabbed his cell phone. He called for a technician to come down immediately and open up the door.

"What is it?" Scully asked while crossing her arms. The wind blew across the lawn as the three agents stood out in the back yard as the police combed the house for evidence and clues. Monica sighed deeply, her shoulder hurting greatly. Skinner looked around one last time before continuing.

"Brad Follmer was out to dinner with a man named David Ridder the night before his murder." Skinner said quietly, his voice almost a whisper. Scully and Monica's eyes narrowed. "He was meeting with him to seal a business deal that could make him very rich."

"What kind of deal?" Scully asked.

"The kind that involves the robbery of a case file from your office." He said emphasizing 'your office' towards Monica, knowing Scully was still stationed in Quantico. "He was asked to bring the Emily Simm case to Ridder the following day but he never delivered."

"So Ridder had him killed?" Monica asked. Skinner nodded.

"How do you know all this?" Scully questioned him. Skinner breathed deeply.

"I have several sources inside Ridder's division, including one that recently went missing earlier today. He was also Mulder's source of information inside the government." He realized a second later that Scully had no idea the informant existed, the look on her face making him wish he had never brought up Kyle in front of them.

"Mulder had a contact inside the government?" She asked. Skinner nodded. "I'm going to kill him."

"Look just calm down, alright? Mulder probably didn't want you to know for safety reasons but either way it's irrelevant. The whole fact of the matter is that the assassin that David sent for Follmer is Emily Simm."

Monica's throat went dry. She had never heard much about Scully's alleged daughter from the file. All she knew was that it was believed Emily had died from a mysterious illness before her body vanished entirely. Skinner continued.

"Follmer was a part of the cover up." He said finally, watching Scully's face contort from horrified to exceedingly hurt and disbelieving. It was agonizing for her to think that the man she had sought to protect and believed to be a victim was now deserving of his death. "He was the one who retrieved her from the hospital and brought her to a government training facility outside of Washington. It was there she was bred into the ultimate of government assassins for a project known only as Genesis, one with records kept only in their offices underground."

There was silence. Scully's mind was reeling. My daughter was taken from me to become a killer. She was made into that thing in the basement by those bastards.

Correction: Mulder can die some other time. But I will kill those assholes by the time the day is over.

"I guess she had a purpose after all." Scully said. There was silence after that, only interrupted by Monica's cell phone. She left the conversation quickly, saying that she had to go pick up John and Meredith.

Jason looked through the printed list of numbers from Darcy cell phone. He scanned down the list finding that he recognized every couple of numbers. He named them off to the waiting Lone Gunmen who were looking at their computers and trying to find the telephone signals. They were having a hard time checking the directory with all the names Jason was giving them. Slowly but surely, Jason was learning about the beauty of aliases.

A name, he had learned once upon a time, gave someone power. It was what gave Darcy power. The men she knew had given her their names. They had given her their hearts and their money, and she had returned the favour with a kiss and a bullet. But their names gave her control over them. It gave her more power than their money or their hearts ever could.

But he hadn't understood how many employees actually used aliases. He didn't use one.

Maybe that's why I'm so damn expendable, he thought with a sigh, looking through the list some more.

"Are you sure you don't know anything about what their real names might be?" Jason shook his head.

"That's how I was taught about them. It was one of my only jobs." He said.

"How did you get all of this information?" Byers asked.

I slept with the boss's hit woman, he thought bitterly, remembering her lips on his hungrily, biting for more as her hands moved down his chest.

Her red hair was being ripped by her fingers as she kissed him again…

He was shaken awake from the memory by the watching eyes of the hackers. He prayed he hadn't said what he thought he said out loud.

Monica was out of the car before it came to a full stop. Her feet pounded on the pavement to her husband and small daughter on the street corner before she could breathe properly. She didn't give her husband any time to explain or speak before grabbing Meredith and him in a hug, kissing him and pulling his head to hers with her good arm. Meredith made a face.

"This has to be child abuse." She said spitefully. Monica laughed as she kissed John again and pulled her daughter closer. They barely breathed between each other.

Scully got out of the car frantically, hating to break up the reunion between husband, daughter and wife. She walked up to the circle of smothering affection and spoke quickly.

"Where is she?" John stopped and watched her, his body starting to wear down from the adrenaline's affects wearing off. Scully seemed at her wits end.

"She's still inside." He said. "I don't know where."

Scully's heart was breaking. She had come so close to having her daughter back. She had come so close to having her family again. But now she was painfully reminded of how it was not meant to be. Doggett closed his eyes slowly.

"I have to go to her." Scully said. John stopped her.

"It's suicide Dana."

"I don't care! Don't you get it!? She is my daughter, John. She means everything to me." Scully was on the verge of tears. "I lost her once and I never got the chance to see her again." She choked back her tears. The casket opened and only sand met her, the final reminder that Emily had ever existed. It was all just in sand…

John watched her and for a moment he knew how she felt. She was feeling as if nothing mattered anymore as long as her child was missing. He only knew because he had felt the exact same thing when Meredith had gone missing.

"There is no way back inside that building." He said. "It's crawling with guards."

"Well than we will have to find a way inside." She said, so sure of herself. "Where did Mulder take Jason?"

Please review if you wish to read the rest! I am nearing the ending!