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week. I was just up to here with my neck in homework, schoolwork,
activities, functions, project work, etc. and I've just found time to type
this chapter of this fiction. Hope you enjoy it ... and please don't forget
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Disclaimer: As with Warren, information and locations in Jamestown are highly fictitious.
30TH JANUARY 1994
10:30 PM
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
"Hmm. T. Nelson." Mulder read as he and Scully pulled up along the driveway of 2-B Charles Street. A lone police car had encroached upon the frontal areas of the cozy 1-bedroom house situated in a lonely location, the nearest house half-a-kilometer away.
T. Nelson struck a chord in the nerve cell guitar of Mulder's brain. He told Scully, "M. Nelson was an alumnus from the Class of 1984 ...", he told Scully.
Scully gasped and said, "I hope this is not another murder, Agent Mulder. This serial killer is progressing way too fast and we are sitting here doing nothing."
They had just reported at the Jamestown Police Station when the Police Inspector was moving out of the station to respond to a 'call of panic', in his words. Mulder and Scully followed and reached where they were now.
The porch light spilled on Police Inspector James Olzeck was in the process of ringing the doorbell when Mulder and Scully moved behind him. The door took a while to open, but when it did, its movement was constricted (beside hinges) by a chain. A pair of wide eyes looked up at Mulder, Scully and Olzeck and a firm, but nonetheless womanly, voice asked, "What do you want? Haven't we got enough trouble for a day?"
Olzeck replied, "We received a call from a T. Nelson ... He sounded plenty panicky."
The eyes became slits and the voice asked, "Nelson called you?"
"Yes."
"Did he say why?"
"No."
For a second or two, the eyes widened again, but were covered by the darkness spilled on them as the door rotated its way towards a close. Mulder intervened in the door's progress by putting his foot in between door and wooden panel (the door was wooden) and showed his credentials to the eyes. The eyes peered at the credentials closely, as though checking whether the details seemed correct. When the eyes finished their promenade over the credentials, the door again closed, but this time opened, this time without a chain.
"Come in," said the voice, politely, though interspersed with annoyance and fatigue.
The voice belonged to a plump lady in her mid-fifties, wearing the clothes most ladies wear. Grey hair mixed with black, on a head with a plump, but surly, chin.
"Sit down", the lady said, pointing to a set of sofas in the living room, furnished in mid-80's style, paintings and portraits littering the cream walls.
All 3 made themselves comfortable while the lady bustled her way to the kitchen and returned with glasses of tea.
"I am Nancy Isabel, the in-house maid. I take care of Terry ... he's suffering from a nervous breakdown and excitement is very detrimental . He's in bed right now," the lady began.
"Do you know why he called the Police?" Olzeck queried.
"I had just come from shopping when he ran over to me spluttering out some words I didn't recognize. I tried to soothe him, but his words still remained unintelligible. I put him off to sleep. There must have been something terrible which had excited him so much."
Mulder and Olzeck were focussed on Isabel, but Scully's attention was caught by the Burger Shack packet on the brown table behind the sofas.
"What's that?" Scully asked Isabel.
"Huh?" Isabel turned to look, "I don't know, I didn't notice that was there. Nelson must have ordered something from Burger Shack... his favourite fast food place here."
Scully paced her way across the living room, opened the packet and gave a very audible gasp.
"What is it, Scully?" Mulder asked.
"It's... urgh ... Mulder, it - it's horrible," Scully stuffed her hand inside the packet and took out Welson's little finger and eyeball.
Isabel and Olzeck gasped in the background, as Mulder moved over to where Scully's hand lay outstretched and took the little finger, looking at it interestingly. He then beckoned Scully over to him, with that same glint in his eye. He pointed to a hole, an iron nail in depth and width, from which a green powder was spewing ... the same green powder which erupted from Walmich's body.
"You did send a request for a chemical composition test on this, Scully?"
"I did after we saw Walmich's body. We will be receiving the results tomorrow."
"Could this have scared Nelson?" Mulder shifted his centre of attention towards Isabel.
"Yes, it definitely could have", Isabel said, as she looked at the eyeball in Scully's hand with an expression of near-retching.
"Well.". Mulder began, but he was interrupted by another voice, this one meek, almost inaudible.
"N-N-Nancy?"
Nancy Isabel quickly moved over to the ajar door where Terry Nelson appeared, his eyes wide, his hair dishevelled, his mouth salivating. He looked at the threesome with fear.
"It's OK, Terry. There's nothing to be afraid of. They're friends, they want to know what happened to you tonight."
No sooner had she completed her sentence than Terry fell on his knees towards Scully, "Please, please, you got to help me! He's back! He's back!", he pleaded.
Scully knelt down to Terry's parallax and asked silently, "Who's back, Terry? Who are you afraid of?"
But Terry's eyes were focussed on the eyeball in Scully's hand. Suddenly, in a voice which definitely hadn't shown itself earlier, Terry screamed, "NO! HE'S BACK! HE'S DEFINITELY BACK!"
"Terry!", Isabel screamed.
"HE'S BACK! LOOK, HE'S KILLED SOMEONE ELSE TODAY! LOOK!" With a shaking finger, he pointed at the eyeball in Scully's hand. "HE'S GOING TO GET ME SOON! PLEASE, PLEASE HELP!" And with that, Terry fainted.
The four other humans in the room looked at the body on the ground with utmost surprise and fear. Finally, after a minute's silent communion, Isabel knelt and began to lift Terry to the nearest sofa.
"I think it's time you left. Terry's under too much pressure. He has never fainted like this in a while. Please leave." With that, Isabel left Terry and opened the wooden door, beckoning the threesome out. Mulder, Scully and Olzeck moved out, preferring not to argue and not to disturb a man who was suffering from fear.
After the door closed behind them, Mulder looked towards Olzeck and said, "Where is Burger Shack? I have a feeling we have had another murder."
OK, guys. I'll try to keep updating more frequently from now on. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. ATX, it's WalmicK, not WalmicH. mistake on my part. Thanks for identifying! Review please. Thanks.
Disclaimer: As with Warren, information and locations in Jamestown are highly fictitious.
30TH JANUARY 1994
10:30 PM
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
"Hmm. T. Nelson." Mulder read as he and Scully pulled up along the driveway of 2-B Charles Street. A lone police car had encroached upon the frontal areas of the cozy 1-bedroom house situated in a lonely location, the nearest house half-a-kilometer away.
T. Nelson struck a chord in the nerve cell guitar of Mulder's brain. He told Scully, "M. Nelson was an alumnus from the Class of 1984 ...", he told Scully.
Scully gasped and said, "I hope this is not another murder, Agent Mulder. This serial killer is progressing way too fast and we are sitting here doing nothing."
They had just reported at the Jamestown Police Station when the Police Inspector was moving out of the station to respond to a 'call of panic', in his words. Mulder and Scully followed and reached where they were now.
The porch light spilled on Police Inspector James Olzeck was in the process of ringing the doorbell when Mulder and Scully moved behind him. The door took a while to open, but when it did, its movement was constricted (beside hinges) by a chain. A pair of wide eyes looked up at Mulder, Scully and Olzeck and a firm, but nonetheless womanly, voice asked, "What do you want? Haven't we got enough trouble for a day?"
Olzeck replied, "We received a call from a T. Nelson ... He sounded plenty panicky."
The eyes became slits and the voice asked, "Nelson called you?"
"Yes."
"Did he say why?"
"No."
For a second or two, the eyes widened again, but were covered by the darkness spilled on them as the door rotated its way towards a close. Mulder intervened in the door's progress by putting his foot in between door and wooden panel (the door was wooden) and showed his credentials to the eyes. The eyes peered at the credentials closely, as though checking whether the details seemed correct. When the eyes finished their promenade over the credentials, the door again closed, but this time opened, this time without a chain.
"Come in," said the voice, politely, though interspersed with annoyance and fatigue.
The voice belonged to a plump lady in her mid-fifties, wearing the clothes most ladies wear. Grey hair mixed with black, on a head with a plump, but surly, chin.
"Sit down", the lady said, pointing to a set of sofas in the living room, furnished in mid-80's style, paintings and portraits littering the cream walls.
All 3 made themselves comfortable while the lady bustled her way to the kitchen and returned with glasses of tea.
"I am Nancy Isabel, the in-house maid. I take care of Terry ... he's suffering from a nervous breakdown and excitement is very detrimental . He's in bed right now," the lady began.
"Do you know why he called the Police?" Olzeck queried.
"I had just come from shopping when he ran over to me spluttering out some words I didn't recognize. I tried to soothe him, but his words still remained unintelligible. I put him off to sleep. There must have been something terrible which had excited him so much."
Mulder and Olzeck were focussed on Isabel, but Scully's attention was caught by the Burger Shack packet on the brown table behind the sofas.
"What's that?" Scully asked Isabel.
"Huh?" Isabel turned to look, "I don't know, I didn't notice that was there. Nelson must have ordered something from Burger Shack... his favourite fast food place here."
Scully paced her way across the living room, opened the packet and gave a very audible gasp.
"What is it, Scully?" Mulder asked.
"It's... urgh ... Mulder, it - it's horrible," Scully stuffed her hand inside the packet and took out Welson's little finger and eyeball.
Isabel and Olzeck gasped in the background, as Mulder moved over to where Scully's hand lay outstretched and took the little finger, looking at it interestingly. He then beckoned Scully over to him, with that same glint in his eye. He pointed to a hole, an iron nail in depth and width, from which a green powder was spewing ... the same green powder which erupted from Walmich's body.
"You did send a request for a chemical composition test on this, Scully?"
"I did after we saw Walmich's body. We will be receiving the results tomorrow."
"Could this have scared Nelson?" Mulder shifted his centre of attention towards Isabel.
"Yes, it definitely could have", Isabel said, as she looked at the eyeball in Scully's hand with an expression of near-retching.
"Well.". Mulder began, but he was interrupted by another voice, this one meek, almost inaudible.
"N-N-Nancy?"
Nancy Isabel quickly moved over to the ajar door where Terry Nelson appeared, his eyes wide, his hair dishevelled, his mouth salivating. He looked at the threesome with fear.
"It's OK, Terry. There's nothing to be afraid of. They're friends, they want to know what happened to you tonight."
No sooner had she completed her sentence than Terry fell on his knees towards Scully, "Please, please, you got to help me! He's back! He's back!", he pleaded.
Scully knelt down to Terry's parallax and asked silently, "Who's back, Terry? Who are you afraid of?"
But Terry's eyes were focussed on the eyeball in Scully's hand. Suddenly, in a voice which definitely hadn't shown itself earlier, Terry screamed, "NO! HE'S BACK! HE'S DEFINITELY BACK!"
"Terry!", Isabel screamed.
"HE'S BACK! LOOK, HE'S KILLED SOMEONE ELSE TODAY! LOOK!" With a shaking finger, he pointed at the eyeball in Scully's hand. "HE'S GOING TO GET ME SOON! PLEASE, PLEASE HELP!" And with that, Terry fainted.
The four other humans in the room looked at the body on the ground with utmost surprise and fear. Finally, after a minute's silent communion, Isabel knelt and began to lift Terry to the nearest sofa.
"I think it's time you left. Terry's under too much pressure. He has never fainted like this in a while. Please leave." With that, Isabel left Terry and opened the wooden door, beckoning the threesome out. Mulder, Scully and Olzeck moved out, preferring not to argue and not to disturb a man who was suffering from fear.
After the door closed behind them, Mulder looked towards Olzeck and said, "Where is Burger Shack? I have a feeling we have had another murder."
OK, guys. I'll try to keep updating more frequently from now on. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. ATX, it's WalmicK, not WalmicH. mistake on my part. Thanks for identifying! Review please. Thanks.