Comment: Hey, two new reviewers. That's cool. I was beginning to think the
new chapter would go unnoticed. What happened to Wookie and ATX? Rach, the
name of the story itself is an integral part of the plot - if I told you
what it meant, I would have to kill you ;).
Disclaimer: The X-Files are super .. Why? Because that's THE TRUTH.
BURGER SHACK
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
30TH JANUARY 1994
11:00 PM
Mulder and Scully drove up the parking lot of the still-empty Burger Shack behind James Olzeck, who drove up in his police car. Olzeck rushed into the store, followed by Mulder, who noted grimly that there was no one behind the counter, and Scully.
The front door creaked open and all three crept in. Their eyes travelled all over the place, and Scully's landed on the French Fries- making machine. Once again that night, Scully gasped. Once again that night, she saw body parts that had no body.
Mulder's and Olzeck's eyes rested there too. They saw the remnants of Montague Welson's body silently. Then Mulder slowly crept over to the machine. On closer inspection, he saw that the blood that littered the place and some of the body parts had turned green. He called Scully over.
"Scully, isn't this green substance common in all the murders?"
Scully nodded.
Mulder continued, "So all will depend on the results tomorrow." He turned to Olzeck and said, "Do you know who this might be?"
Olzeck replied in the negative. He said, though, that he would ask the Forensics Department to check it out.
Mulder thanked him. "Do you know any place where we might stay for the night?"
"Yes, the Jamestown Hotel, just 15 minutes drive from here."
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
31ST JANUARY 1994
9:00 AM
Mulder was never one to sleep late, especially on a 'brisk morning such as this' (he said when he woke up). In another room, he knew, Scully would be sleeping away. Mulder got out of bed, performed what one usually does in the morning, and left his room to knock on Scully's door.
Surprisingly, Scully was wide-awake too. She couldn't sleep, she complained, bad dreams. Locking her door, Mulder and Scully led their way out of the hotel. The hotel was one of the best and only in Jamestown. The reception seemed to be both small and big at the same time. The dinner was delicious the previous night, had they had the appetite.
After playing guest to a delicious breakfast, Mulder and Scully made their way to the Jamestown Police Force, a small two-storey building built with bricks, which shimmered under the sultry sun. They made their way to Police Inspector Olzeck's desk. He was sitting there - the ordeal of the previous night must have tired him, for he had black bags under his eyes.
"Glad you came. Sit down", he gestured towards a pair of frayed leather- backed seats.
Mulder and Scully sat down while Olzeck opened a file. He handed out one sheet of paper to Scully.
"Here are the results of the forensic test on the body..."
Scully glanced through the paper and read out aloud, "It says that the body belongs to a Montague Welson..."
"Montague Welson?" Mulder asked.
"Yes. It also goes on to say that the body had passed through the potato- chopping machine ... specks of blood matching Welson's body were found in the machine ..."
"Montague Welson was also a member of the Class of 1984," Mulder said suddenly.
"Class of 1984?" Olzeck queried, and Mulder explained their ideas to him.
"Then, Mulder, we can predict that the next murder will be from the Class of 1984!"
"That's right. Officer Olzeck, we need some tighter security around the members of Class of 1984."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Scully, where are the results coming in?"
In reply, the fax machine in Olzeck's office came alive. A paper buzzed through the slit, and Olzeck snatched it.
"Hm...it's for you guys ... from the FBI Forensics Centre."
Scully took the paper from Olzeck's outstretched hand. "These are the results of the test on Walmick's body."
"Well, what does it say?" Mulder prompts.
"It looks like... that green powder... no, wait, that's impossible."
"What is it, Scully?" Mulder asks.
"It says it contains a small percentage of every element in the human body ... carbon, sulphur, phosphorus, nitrogen . all separate and pure ... that's impossble. They should have reacted!"
"Hmm... I think we better concentrate on finding the next possible victim..." Mulder said.
Back at the hotel, Mulder and Scully pored over the case files.
"Well, Mulder", Scully said finally, "It seems as if we're going nowhere."
"Yep", Mulder agreed. "Have you made any headway in deciding what was that green substance?"
"Well... no... but I'm thinking those elements came from the victim's bodies."
"Obvious, isn't that?"
"Yes, it is. Hmm...", she was looking at the picture of the Class of 1984, "Why was Nayle Northern picked on, any idea?"
"No idea, Scully... Hey, we didn't visit Terry Nelson today. He might be OK and he might have some answers to our questions."
"OK, Mulder, let's go. Nothing constructive is happening here, anyway."
11-C THOMASIAN STREET
JACKSONVILLE
RHODE ISLAND
31st JANUARY 1994
7:50 PM
Timmy Tamura was an architectural engineer. Not the glorious of jobs, you might say, but Tamura had always been interested in architecture.
It was another overnight. Tamura had to work overnight again. Paunchy, receding hair, of Japanese origin, Tamura never did like overnight, but at least was paid for it.
The other thing he hated was that he had to work alone, with his secretary. He hated loneliness, being a social person.
Tonight, he was waiting for his secretary in his office. He was looking for some files which he desperately needed. Finally, he heard the door click. Without looking back, he said, "Glad you came. Listen, I urgently need those files from marketing which I received today... where did you keep them?"
No reply.
"Hello?"
Still no reply.
"Why are you not say- AARGH!" For he had turned back and saw ... Nayle.
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
"How come YOU'RE here? I thought you had died!"
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
"Am I dreaming? Are- are you Nayle's ghost?" Those were the last words he ever said.
For suddenly, his body was covered in a film-like substance and his body was levitated inches off the ground, and placed in horizontal position. Like a magician, the creature moved the body with his hand and placed it next to the drawer. Suddenly, as if plucked, Tamura began to vibrate back and forth, hitting the side of the drawer. The impact of every hit was suddenly very big, and with every hit, blood came out of Tamura's mouth. After playtime was over, the creature caused Tamura's leg to rise and tore it off, causing the rest of the body to slam on the ground, bleeding.
The creature left the leg on Nelson's doorstep...
Review please! Thanks! I know, I know, the murder's not too gruesome, but it's what I could think of at the last moment.
Disclaimer: The X-Files are super .. Why? Because that's THE TRUTH.
BURGER SHACK
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
30TH JANUARY 1994
11:00 PM
Mulder and Scully drove up the parking lot of the still-empty Burger Shack behind James Olzeck, who drove up in his police car. Olzeck rushed into the store, followed by Mulder, who noted grimly that there was no one behind the counter, and Scully.
The front door creaked open and all three crept in. Their eyes travelled all over the place, and Scully's landed on the French Fries- making machine. Once again that night, Scully gasped. Once again that night, she saw body parts that had no body.
Mulder's and Olzeck's eyes rested there too. They saw the remnants of Montague Welson's body silently. Then Mulder slowly crept over to the machine. On closer inspection, he saw that the blood that littered the place and some of the body parts had turned green. He called Scully over.
"Scully, isn't this green substance common in all the murders?"
Scully nodded.
Mulder continued, "So all will depend on the results tomorrow." He turned to Olzeck and said, "Do you know who this might be?"
Olzeck replied in the negative. He said, though, that he would ask the Forensics Department to check it out.
Mulder thanked him. "Do you know any place where we might stay for the night?"
"Yes, the Jamestown Hotel, just 15 minutes drive from here."
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
31ST JANUARY 1994
9:00 AM
Mulder was never one to sleep late, especially on a 'brisk morning such as this' (he said when he woke up). In another room, he knew, Scully would be sleeping away. Mulder got out of bed, performed what one usually does in the morning, and left his room to knock on Scully's door.
Surprisingly, Scully was wide-awake too. She couldn't sleep, she complained, bad dreams. Locking her door, Mulder and Scully led their way out of the hotel. The hotel was one of the best and only in Jamestown. The reception seemed to be both small and big at the same time. The dinner was delicious the previous night, had they had the appetite.
After playing guest to a delicious breakfast, Mulder and Scully made their way to the Jamestown Police Force, a small two-storey building built with bricks, which shimmered under the sultry sun. They made their way to Police Inspector Olzeck's desk. He was sitting there - the ordeal of the previous night must have tired him, for he had black bags under his eyes.
"Glad you came. Sit down", he gestured towards a pair of frayed leather- backed seats.
Mulder and Scully sat down while Olzeck opened a file. He handed out one sheet of paper to Scully.
"Here are the results of the forensic test on the body..."
Scully glanced through the paper and read out aloud, "It says that the body belongs to a Montague Welson..."
"Montague Welson?" Mulder asked.
"Yes. It also goes on to say that the body had passed through the potato- chopping machine ... specks of blood matching Welson's body were found in the machine ..."
"Montague Welson was also a member of the Class of 1984," Mulder said suddenly.
"Class of 1984?" Olzeck queried, and Mulder explained their ideas to him.
"Then, Mulder, we can predict that the next murder will be from the Class of 1984!"
"That's right. Officer Olzeck, we need some tighter security around the members of Class of 1984."
"I'll see what I can do."
"Scully, where are the results coming in?"
In reply, the fax machine in Olzeck's office came alive. A paper buzzed through the slit, and Olzeck snatched it.
"Hm...it's for you guys ... from the FBI Forensics Centre."
Scully took the paper from Olzeck's outstretched hand. "These are the results of the test on Walmick's body."
"Well, what does it say?" Mulder prompts.
"It looks like... that green powder... no, wait, that's impossible."
"What is it, Scully?" Mulder asks.
"It says it contains a small percentage of every element in the human body ... carbon, sulphur, phosphorus, nitrogen . all separate and pure ... that's impossble. They should have reacted!"
"Hmm... I think we better concentrate on finding the next possible victim..." Mulder said.
Back at the hotel, Mulder and Scully pored over the case files.
"Well, Mulder", Scully said finally, "It seems as if we're going nowhere."
"Yep", Mulder agreed. "Have you made any headway in deciding what was that green substance?"
"Well... no... but I'm thinking those elements came from the victim's bodies."
"Obvious, isn't that?"
"Yes, it is. Hmm...", she was looking at the picture of the Class of 1984, "Why was Nayle Northern picked on, any idea?"
"No idea, Scully... Hey, we didn't visit Terry Nelson today. He might be OK and he might have some answers to our questions."
"OK, Mulder, let's go. Nothing constructive is happening here, anyway."
11-C THOMASIAN STREET
JACKSONVILLE
RHODE ISLAND
31st JANUARY 1994
7:50 PM
Timmy Tamura was an architectural engineer. Not the glorious of jobs, you might say, but Tamura had always been interested in architecture.
It was another overnight. Tamura had to work overnight again. Paunchy, receding hair, of Japanese origin, Tamura never did like overnight, but at least was paid for it.
The other thing he hated was that he had to work alone, with his secretary. He hated loneliness, being a social person.
Tonight, he was waiting for his secretary in his office. He was looking for some files which he desperately needed. Finally, he heard the door click. Without looking back, he said, "Glad you came. Listen, I urgently need those files from marketing which I received today... where did you keep them?"
No reply.
"Hello?"
Still no reply.
"Why are you not say- AARGH!" For he had turned back and saw ... Nayle.
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
"How come YOU'RE here? I thought you had died!"
"Is you did to me, is I do to you."
"Am I dreaming? Are- are you Nayle's ghost?" Those were the last words he ever said.
For suddenly, his body was covered in a film-like substance and his body was levitated inches off the ground, and placed in horizontal position. Like a magician, the creature moved the body with his hand and placed it next to the drawer. Suddenly, as if plucked, Tamura began to vibrate back and forth, hitting the side of the drawer. The impact of every hit was suddenly very big, and with every hit, blood came out of Tamura's mouth. After playtime was over, the creature caused Tamura's leg to rise and tore it off, causing the rest of the body to slam on the ground, bleeding.
The creature left the leg on Nelson's doorstep...
Review please! Thanks! I know, I know, the murder's not too gruesome, but it's what I could think of at the last moment.