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Disclaimer: The X-Files are OVER! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I hate you, Chris Carter! *sniff* Sorry...
Story:
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
8:00 PM
A car pulled up beside the now familiar driveway of 2-B Charles Street. Screeching to a halt, Mulder got up from the steering-wheel side and Scully from the passenger side, making a mental note never to travel with Mulder again.
Striding across the front path, Mulder reached the doorstep and saw the leg.
Scully came beside him, and gasped again.
As if reading his mind, she said, "Another murder, Mulder?"
He nodded his head.
Scully bent down and looked at the leg closely. She was used to examining and autopsying dead bodies, but never a mutilated leg. Carefully, she turned the leg around. She saw that it was ripped off at the knee cap, the bone protruding out. Green powder was, however, not present.
"This couldn't have been a murder, Agent Mulder."
"Why not, Scully?"
"Because it doesn't have the greenish powder."
"Hmm..." Mulder had that weird gleam again.
"Scully, suppose this green powder was formed from decay. Possible, right?"
"Err...could be, why?" "Because ALL of those murders - Walmick and Welson - we were late... so this green powder came."
"That is the most scientific explanation I've heard from you, Agent Mulder, ever. But why green?"
"No idea... but if my hunch is correct, this murder happened recently - very recently."
Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Terry Nelson. He took one glance at his doorstep and again screamed.
Mulder and Scully were taken by surprise, but then started to quieten him. Isabel rushed from inside to see what was the matter, and helped Mulder and Scully to control the hysteric Nelson.
After Nelson was quietened down, taken into the living room, covered in a woolen blanket and given hot coffee, Isabel turned to the FBI Agents.
"What are you doing here? Why is it that whenever YOU are around Nelson goes hyperactive?"
"It's not us, Miss Isabel."
"Oh, then what could be the possible reason that every time Terry screams when HE sees YOU?"
"Come with us", Mulder invited.
Grudgingly, Isabel followed Mulder to the doorstop. She saw the leg. She gasped.
"What's THAT doing over here?"
"No idea", Mulder shrugged. And what followed was totally unexpected.
"OK, That's IT!" Isabel screamed. "I've had enough trouble around here without you FBI Agents traipsing around MY house and destroying MY efforts to keep Terry incubated and cured! Every time you guys come here, there's something to SCARE Terry out of his WITS! I've a good mind to..." But what she had on her mind was no one's to know. For Terry Nelson himself came into the hall. Mulder closed the door - he didn't want to scare Terry again.
"Hello, Agents," said Terry, in an uncharacteristically more mature voice than he had last. "Pleased to meet you." He held out a hand to Scully.
"Hello, Mr. Nelson. I'm sorry - I know what you're going through. I..." Scully said, but Terry cut her off with a wave.
"It's all right. It's not your fault. It's at times like these I get really freaked out by these.. err.. body parts (he gave a small chuckle). But, anyway, won't you sit down?"
Surprised, but pleased, at the sudden change and invitation of Nelson, Scully and Mulder sat down on one of the comfortable sofas of the living room. Isabel, followed, glaring. Terry seated himself in one of the sofas and faced the agents.
"Isabel might be giving you a hard time here. But I don't blame her, nor you. It's just that keeping me calm has been quite a job for Isabel (he chuckled again - "That's for sure," Isabel muttered). You see, I have had a nervous breakdown, since 5 years ago, and keeping it under control has been very hard, what with these ... things ... coming up now and then (he said the last few words in a tone of deep disgust)."
"Do you have any idea what these murders might be caused due to? And why they're affecting your particular class?" Scully said.
"Not sure, but I think it was the ... well, we called it the Great Experiment. Unfortunately, I lost my memory of most of the accident which killed poor Nayle, but I do remember I was part of the experiment."
"Nayle Northern? Killed?" Mulder piped up.
"Yep. Surprisingly, his body was never found. I have been torn with guilt, blaming myself for Nayle's death. Until I saw him again."
"You saw him again?"
"Yes. I saw him killing poor Elan. I saw him make the branch fall. You see, Elan and I were on a picnic. He climbed up the mango tree to take the mango. I, on the other hand, went into the woods to collect twigs for the picnic fire. I saw Nayle - his face was terrible, almost skull-like - and he saw me. I ran for my life. Ever since then, I'm sure Nayle has been killing all my classmates ... I just don't know why. I also don't know why he keeps sending me these body parts." Here, he broke off, with a silent tear rolling down his cheek. But there was a tone of secrecy in his voice Mulder didn't like.
"Will Wellis Camtrophe have any idea as to the ... er ... Great Experiment?" Scully said.
"My old class teacher? Yes... yes... that's possible! (Terry's eyes lit up) Perhaps you could visit him, but he lives in Warren."
"We'll find time," Mulder said "Or perhaps you have his phone number?"
"Yes, yes, I do. Wait here, I'll get it for you." Saying so, he rose up from the sofa and went to fetch his phone book.
But, Mulder's phone rang. Pressing the 'Call' button, he spoke into the receiver "Yes?"
"Mulder? It's Olzeck. Listen, can you come here to 11-C Thomasian Street right away? There's something urgent."
"What about?" Mulder asked, though he already knew the answer.
"A murder. A gruesome one, at that."
"Will do." Saying so, Mulder snapped his cell phone closed and beckoned Scully to the door. "It's an emergency, Scully," he said.
They met Terry Nelson at the door. "Thank you for your information but we have to go now, Mr. Nelson. It's an emergency. Here's our present location in case you ever need any help." Saying so, he handed Nelson a card with the name of the Jamestown Hotel on it.
"That's OK, but here... here's the number", Terry said, pushing a wad of paper into Mulder's hand.
"Thanks, and bye." Mulder said, as he and Scully rushed out into the pathway.
11-C THOMASIAN STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
8:45 PM
"What took you so long?" Olzeck complained, as Mulder and Scully came running up to him. They were situated in front of a large office, with an electric signboard reading 'Jamestown Architectural Engineers & Co.'
"Scully's bad map-reading," Mulder playfully joked (Scully glared at him), "But, where's the murder?"
"Inside, guy named Timmy Tamura."
"Who informed you of the murder?" Mulder asked as they strode up the path leading to the office door.
"Secretary," Olzeck said, as they opened the door.
Scully now realized where the leg had come from. There, on the floor, lying in a pool of blood, lay Tamura's mutilated body, one trouser leg was limp.
Scully looked at Mulder with a twinge of guilt. "Mulder, this is getting ridiculous. This guy...or whatever he is... he's going too fast... we must do something to stop him."
"I agree, Scully, but we have no clues whatsoever, except the green powder." Mulder sighed. But he brightened up. "There is one hope though. We could call Wellis Camtrophe and maybe get some more clues."
A flash of recognition flashed across Olzeck's face as Camtrophe's name was mentioned, but it was lost on the two agents.
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
Back at the Nelson house, Terry Nelson was saying goodnight to his maid, as she went off into her room and closed the door. Nelson too entered his bedroom and closed his door. He turned to his bed, and faced... Terry Nelson. This Terry Nelson was lying on the bed, but green bands constricted his movements. His mouth was gagged too.
The Terry Nelson at the door looked at him almost longingly. Slowly, a green mist covered the Terry Nelson at the door, and as the mist dissipated, Nayle came in place. Terry's eyes widened in terror. Nayle laughed... a horrid laugh, a cacophony of hyena laughter and masochistic laughter. He then said in the same voice that he delivered onto Walmick, Welson and Tamura, "Pity. Being an Unmotonable, you would have been free by now. But I've better things to do. Pity to see your classmates die, isn't it?" He again broke out into laughter and dissolved into green mist.
What Nayle didn't notice was that Terry's bounds were almost at breaking point. As Terry contorted his face in concentration, more grey particles erupted from his body, landed on the green ones, and on contact, both disappeared. Finally, Terry was free. He had to warn someone, but whom?
Disclaimer: The X-Files are OVER! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I hate you, Chris Carter! *sniff* Sorry...
Story:
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
8:00 PM
A car pulled up beside the now familiar driveway of 2-B Charles Street. Screeching to a halt, Mulder got up from the steering-wheel side and Scully from the passenger side, making a mental note never to travel with Mulder again.
Striding across the front path, Mulder reached the doorstep and saw the leg.
Scully came beside him, and gasped again.
As if reading his mind, she said, "Another murder, Mulder?"
He nodded his head.
Scully bent down and looked at the leg closely. She was used to examining and autopsying dead bodies, but never a mutilated leg. Carefully, she turned the leg around. She saw that it was ripped off at the knee cap, the bone protruding out. Green powder was, however, not present.
"This couldn't have been a murder, Agent Mulder."
"Why not, Scully?"
"Because it doesn't have the greenish powder."
"Hmm..." Mulder had that weird gleam again.
"Scully, suppose this green powder was formed from decay. Possible, right?"
"Err...could be, why?" "Because ALL of those murders - Walmick and Welson - we were late... so this green powder came."
"That is the most scientific explanation I've heard from you, Agent Mulder, ever. But why green?"
"No idea... but if my hunch is correct, this murder happened recently - very recently."
Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Terry Nelson. He took one glance at his doorstep and again screamed.
Mulder and Scully were taken by surprise, but then started to quieten him. Isabel rushed from inside to see what was the matter, and helped Mulder and Scully to control the hysteric Nelson.
After Nelson was quietened down, taken into the living room, covered in a woolen blanket and given hot coffee, Isabel turned to the FBI Agents.
"What are you doing here? Why is it that whenever YOU are around Nelson goes hyperactive?"
"It's not us, Miss Isabel."
"Oh, then what could be the possible reason that every time Terry screams when HE sees YOU?"
"Come with us", Mulder invited.
Grudgingly, Isabel followed Mulder to the doorstop. She saw the leg. She gasped.
"What's THAT doing over here?"
"No idea", Mulder shrugged. And what followed was totally unexpected.
"OK, That's IT!" Isabel screamed. "I've had enough trouble around here without you FBI Agents traipsing around MY house and destroying MY efforts to keep Terry incubated and cured! Every time you guys come here, there's something to SCARE Terry out of his WITS! I've a good mind to..." But what she had on her mind was no one's to know. For Terry Nelson himself came into the hall. Mulder closed the door - he didn't want to scare Terry again.
"Hello, Agents," said Terry, in an uncharacteristically more mature voice than he had last. "Pleased to meet you." He held out a hand to Scully.
"Hello, Mr. Nelson. I'm sorry - I know what you're going through. I..." Scully said, but Terry cut her off with a wave.
"It's all right. It's not your fault. It's at times like these I get really freaked out by these.. err.. body parts (he gave a small chuckle). But, anyway, won't you sit down?"
Surprised, but pleased, at the sudden change and invitation of Nelson, Scully and Mulder sat down on one of the comfortable sofas of the living room. Isabel, followed, glaring. Terry seated himself in one of the sofas and faced the agents.
"Isabel might be giving you a hard time here. But I don't blame her, nor you. It's just that keeping me calm has been quite a job for Isabel (he chuckled again - "That's for sure," Isabel muttered). You see, I have had a nervous breakdown, since 5 years ago, and keeping it under control has been very hard, what with these ... things ... coming up now and then (he said the last few words in a tone of deep disgust)."
"Do you have any idea what these murders might be caused due to? And why they're affecting your particular class?" Scully said.
"Not sure, but I think it was the ... well, we called it the Great Experiment. Unfortunately, I lost my memory of most of the accident which killed poor Nayle, but I do remember I was part of the experiment."
"Nayle Northern? Killed?" Mulder piped up.
"Yep. Surprisingly, his body was never found. I have been torn with guilt, blaming myself for Nayle's death. Until I saw him again."
"You saw him again?"
"Yes. I saw him killing poor Elan. I saw him make the branch fall. You see, Elan and I were on a picnic. He climbed up the mango tree to take the mango. I, on the other hand, went into the woods to collect twigs for the picnic fire. I saw Nayle - his face was terrible, almost skull-like - and he saw me. I ran for my life. Ever since then, I'm sure Nayle has been killing all my classmates ... I just don't know why. I also don't know why he keeps sending me these body parts." Here, he broke off, with a silent tear rolling down his cheek. But there was a tone of secrecy in his voice Mulder didn't like.
"Will Wellis Camtrophe have any idea as to the ... er ... Great Experiment?" Scully said.
"My old class teacher? Yes... yes... that's possible! (Terry's eyes lit up) Perhaps you could visit him, but he lives in Warren."
"We'll find time," Mulder said "Or perhaps you have his phone number?"
"Yes, yes, I do. Wait here, I'll get it for you." Saying so, he rose up from the sofa and went to fetch his phone book.
But, Mulder's phone rang. Pressing the 'Call' button, he spoke into the receiver "Yes?"
"Mulder? It's Olzeck. Listen, can you come here to 11-C Thomasian Street right away? There's something urgent."
"What about?" Mulder asked, though he already knew the answer.
"A murder. A gruesome one, at that."
"Will do." Saying so, Mulder snapped his cell phone closed and beckoned Scully to the door. "It's an emergency, Scully," he said.
They met Terry Nelson at the door. "Thank you for your information but we have to go now, Mr. Nelson. It's an emergency. Here's our present location in case you ever need any help." Saying so, he handed Nelson a card with the name of the Jamestown Hotel on it.
"That's OK, but here... here's the number", Terry said, pushing a wad of paper into Mulder's hand.
"Thanks, and bye." Mulder said, as he and Scully rushed out into the pathway.
11-C THOMASIAN STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
8:45 PM
"What took you so long?" Olzeck complained, as Mulder and Scully came running up to him. They were situated in front of a large office, with an electric signboard reading 'Jamestown Architectural Engineers & Co.'
"Scully's bad map-reading," Mulder playfully joked (Scully glared at him), "But, where's the murder?"
"Inside, guy named Timmy Tamura."
"Who informed you of the murder?" Mulder asked as they strode up the path leading to the office door.
"Secretary," Olzeck said, as they opened the door.
Scully now realized where the leg had come from. There, on the floor, lying in a pool of blood, lay Tamura's mutilated body, one trouser leg was limp.
Scully looked at Mulder with a twinge of guilt. "Mulder, this is getting ridiculous. This guy...or whatever he is... he's going too fast... we must do something to stop him."
"I agree, Scully, but we have no clues whatsoever, except the green powder." Mulder sighed. But he brightened up. "There is one hope though. We could call Wellis Camtrophe and maybe get some more clues."
A flash of recognition flashed across Olzeck's face as Camtrophe's name was mentioned, but it was lost on the two agents.
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
Back at the Nelson house, Terry Nelson was saying goodnight to his maid, as she went off into her room and closed the door. Nelson too entered his bedroom and closed his door. He turned to his bed, and faced... Terry Nelson. This Terry Nelson was lying on the bed, but green bands constricted his movements. His mouth was gagged too.
The Terry Nelson at the door looked at him almost longingly. Slowly, a green mist covered the Terry Nelson at the door, and as the mist dissipated, Nayle came in place. Terry's eyes widened in terror. Nayle laughed... a horrid laugh, a cacophony of hyena laughter and masochistic laughter. He then said in the same voice that he delivered onto Walmick, Welson and Tamura, "Pity. Being an Unmotonable, you would have been free by now. But I've better things to do. Pity to see your classmates die, isn't it?" He again broke out into laughter and dissolved into green mist.
What Nayle didn't notice was that Terry's bounds were almost at breaking point. As Terry contorted his face in concentration, more grey particles erupted from his body, landed on the green ones, and on contact, both disappeared. Finally, Terry was free. He had to warn someone, but whom?