Chapter 5 up! Thanks again for the reviews. You sound suspicious, Wookie,
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feeling that only two people are reading my story. Please help publicize
it, if you can.
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS ENGINEERING COLLEGE
JHR STREET
ROOM 217 - PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE
30TH JANUARY 1994
3:30 PM
"Yes, Walmich was a wonderful teacher here, loved by many. I can't imagine why he was killed when he was a kind human, wouldn't hurt a fly." Saying so, Principal Almont looked sadly at the ceiling.
Mulder allowed him some time to grieve, after which he cleared his throat.
"Well, we are sorry too that he has died. But we also fear that other people are going to die in the same way" (Almont looked at him in shock) "which is why we are here. We think that Walmich was murdered."
Overcoming his shock, Almont looked at Mulder with his hazel-brown eyes. Almont was a lanky balding middle-aged man. He asked Mulder, "And in what way can I help?"
"You were the Principal for the Class of 1984, is that correct?"
"Yes, it is."
"I was just wondering whether you could give us the current address of the alumni of that year. We have a hunch that the murderer is killing only the members of that class, and hence we hope to increase the security of the alumni of that class."
"Well." Almont stood up and sauntered over to a large brown file cabinet at the corner of the air-conditioned room. Opening one of the drawers, he flipped his fingers through the files. Seeing this, Mulder remembered, amused, the tagline of the Yellow Pages: "Let your fingers do the walking."
"Ah." Almont took a brown file labelled '1984', written with a red felt pen. Opening it, he took a paper out and gave it to Mulder. "Here you go, the present addresses of the alumni."
"Thank you for your help. Are all of them still living in Warren?"
"Well, most of them. Few of them have moved to neighbouring cities."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Almont. We'll be taking your leave now."
"Not at all, not at all. I want to see the person who killed Walmich behind bars." Saying so, he led Mulder and Scully out of his office.
"Hmm.. seems like Walmick was well loved", Scully remarked.
"Yeah..", Mulder agreed.
Both of them looked at the list Almont gave them.
"Well, 7 of them are dead already. Most of them seem to be living in Warren, except this guy over here." She pointed her finger to an address..
"MONTAGUE WELSON 295 INSCHID STREET JAMESTOWN RHODE ISLAND," Mulder read.
"Jamestown, that's a few hours' drive from here", Mulder said.
"Isn't he the best friend of Walmich? The case files said so."
"Yes, he is.. Scully, I think we better pay a visit to Welson."
Scully agreed, but suggested that they stop over at the nearest restaurant for lunch.
BURGER SHACK
JAMESTOWN, RHODE ISLAND
7:50 PM
"Burger Shack, Welson speaking. May I take your order?"
"Yes, I would like a chicken burger, without onions, with a side order of French Fries," the voice on the other phone dictated.
"Yes Sir, and where do you live?"
"I live on Charles Street, 2-B."
"Yes, Sir, your order will arrive in 20 minutes."
"Thank you." The caller put the phone down, leaving Welson to hear an incessant dial tone.
Welson moved over to the French Fries- making machine. A handsome man in his thirties, Montague Welson had a night-shift job at the 24/7 Burger Shack, taking in orders and passing on the orders to a delivery boy. Today, (tonight, rather) would be the first night for the new delivery boy. Welson had not seen him before.
The shop was particularly empty tonight. Like Warren. Eerie, Welson thought, as he looked around.
After leaving the French Fries- making machine to its job, Welson walked over to the patty grill and began flipping over burger patties, when he heard the door open and close.
Assuming that it was the new delivery boy, Welson said, without turning, "Well, it's about time you arrived. Here, I just got an order. I'm just finishing cooking the order. Meanwhile, change into your uniform. It's in the back."
There were no footsteps in response.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going."
No response, rather a voice, the same voice Walmich heard before his gruesome demise. "Is you did to me, is I do to you."
Startled, Welson slowly turned around, and saw the same creature that Walmich saw. This creature was familiar to Welson, too, and was terrifying to him too. Welson's face turned chalk-white, and in his fear, didn't notice his legs moving toward the French Fries- making machine.
"Nayle?" he whispered disbelievingly. He still hadn't noticed the slow movement of his legs.
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
"But- but- I thought you had died 5 years ago."
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
Only when his legs hit the machine with a clunk did Welson notice where he had arrived.
"Wh-what are y-you g-g-going t-to do to me?"
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
It happened in ten seconds. In a jerking motion, Welson's little finger got lodged in the potato shredder. With a bloodcurdling scream that echoed throughout the shop, the last sound Welson would ever make, his body was slowly, excruciatingly, absorbed and chopped by the French Fries- making machine. After the ten seconds had come and gone, and Welson's blood littered the French Fries like ketchup, the creature called Nayle moved over to the machine, scooped up some French Fries, stuffed it in a packet, and dissolved into green mist.
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
Welson's last customer opened the door in response to a knock. No one was at the door, but a packet labelled 'Burger Shack' lay at his doorstep. Puzzled that no one stayed to collect the necessary fee, the customer opened the packet, and screamed.
Inside the French Fries lay a single bloody eyeball and a little finger...
Please review the chapter again. Thanks! Don't forget to spread the message that this story exists ;).
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS ENGINEERING COLLEGE
JHR STREET
ROOM 217 - PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE
30TH JANUARY 1994
3:30 PM
"Yes, Walmich was a wonderful teacher here, loved by many. I can't imagine why he was killed when he was a kind human, wouldn't hurt a fly." Saying so, Principal Almont looked sadly at the ceiling.
Mulder allowed him some time to grieve, after which he cleared his throat.
"Well, we are sorry too that he has died. But we also fear that other people are going to die in the same way" (Almont looked at him in shock) "which is why we are here. We think that Walmich was murdered."
Overcoming his shock, Almont looked at Mulder with his hazel-brown eyes. Almont was a lanky balding middle-aged man. He asked Mulder, "And in what way can I help?"
"You were the Principal for the Class of 1984, is that correct?"
"Yes, it is."
"I was just wondering whether you could give us the current address of the alumni of that year. We have a hunch that the murderer is killing only the members of that class, and hence we hope to increase the security of the alumni of that class."
"Well." Almont stood up and sauntered over to a large brown file cabinet at the corner of the air-conditioned room. Opening one of the drawers, he flipped his fingers through the files. Seeing this, Mulder remembered, amused, the tagline of the Yellow Pages: "Let your fingers do the walking."
"Ah." Almont took a brown file labelled '1984', written with a red felt pen. Opening it, he took a paper out and gave it to Mulder. "Here you go, the present addresses of the alumni."
"Thank you for your help. Are all of them still living in Warren?"
"Well, most of them. Few of them have moved to neighbouring cities."
"Well, thank you, Mr. Almont. We'll be taking your leave now."
"Not at all, not at all. I want to see the person who killed Walmich behind bars." Saying so, he led Mulder and Scully out of his office.
"Hmm.. seems like Walmick was well loved", Scully remarked.
"Yeah..", Mulder agreed.
Both of them looked at the list Almont gave them.
"Well, 7 of them are dead already. Most of them seem to be living in Warren, except this guy over here." She pointed her finger to an address..
"MONTAGUE WELSON 295 INSCHID STREET JAMESTOWN RHODE ISLAND," Mulder read.
"Jamestown, that's a few hours' drive from here", Mulder said.
"Isn't he the best friend of Walmich? The case files said so."
"Yes, he is.. Scully, I think we better pay a visit to Welson."
Scully agreed, but suggested that they stop over at the nearest restaurant for lunch.
BURGER SHACK
JAMESTOWN, RHODE ISLAND
7:50 PM
"Burger Shack, Welson speaking. May I take your order?"
"Yes, I would like a chicken burger, without onions, with a side order of French Fries," the voice on the other phone dictated.
"Yes Sir, and where do you live?"
"I live on Charles Street, 2-B."
"Yes, Sir, your order will arrive in 20 minutes."
"Thank you." The caller put the phone down, leaving Welson to hear an incessant dial tone.
Welson moved over to the French Fries- making machine. A handsome man in his thirties, Montague Welson had a night-shift job at the 24/7 Burger Shack, taking in orders and passing on the orders to a delivery boy. Today, (tonight, rather) would be the first night for the new delivery boy. Welson had not seen him before.
The shop was particularly empty tonight. Like Warren. Eerie, Welson thought, as he looked around.
After leaving the French Fries- making machine to its job, Welson walked over to the patty grill and began flipping over burger patties, when he heard the door open and close.
Assuming that it was the new delivery boy, Welson said, without turning, "Well, it's about time you arrived. Here, I just got an order. I'm just finishing cooking the order. Meanwhile, change into your uniform. It's in the back."
There were no footsteps in response.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Get going."
No response, rather a voice, the same voice Walmich heard before his gruesome demise. "Is you did to me, is I do to you."
Startled, Welson slowly turned around, and saw the same creature that Walmich saw. This creature was familiar to Welson, too, and was terrifying to him too. Welson's face turned chalk-white, and in his fear, didn't notice his legs moving toward the French Fries- making machine.
"Nayle?" he whispered disbelievingly. He still hadn't noticed the slow movement of his legs.
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
"But- but- I thought you had died 5 years ago."
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
Only when his legs hit the machine with a clunk did Welson notice where he had arrived.
"Wh-what are y-you g-g-going t-to do to me?"
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
It happened in ten seconds. In a jerking motion, Welson's little finger got lodged in the potato shredder. With a bloodcurdling scream that echoed throughout the shop, the last sound Welson would ever make, his body was slowly, excruciatingly, absorbed and chopped by the French Fries- making machine. After the ten seconds had come and gone, and Welson's blood littered the French Fries like ketchup, the creature called Nayle moved over to the machine, scooped up some French Fries, stuffed it in a packet, and dissolved into green mist.
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
Welson's last customer opened the door in response to a knock. No one was at the door, but a packet labelled 'Burger Shack' lay at his doorstep. Puzzled that no one stayed to collect the necessary fee, the customer opened the packet, and screamed.
Inside the French Fries lay a single bloody eyeball and a little finger...
Please review the chapter again. Thanks! Don't forget to spread the message that this story exists ;).