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Story:
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
9:10 PM
Terry rushed down to the ground floor of the house. He hurriedly looked around his room for some object of comfort, something that would help him. He then glanced a hotel card on the living room table.
The same hotel card, which Mulder gave Terry-Nayle. On it, scrawled in Mulder's handwriting, were Mulder's and Scully's name, preceded by 'FBI Agents'. Snatching up the card, Terry rushed to unlock the door, and ran out into the darkening night...
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
9:10 PM
Meanwhile, Mulder and Scully had reached their hotel. Scully was exhausted, but Mulder still had the spring in his step. After a wonderful dinner, Scully left early to go to bed, while Mulder went to his room, undressed, dressed in nightclothes, and lay down on the bed, unsolved questions in his mind.
What was Terry Nelson hiding?
What was the green substance common to all murders?
Why was Nayle killing his own classmates? Revenge? For what? Why was he sending Terry residues of his murders?
What was the Great Experiment all about?
Suddenly, a knock on his room door derailed his train of thought. Startled, Mulder got out of bed, and snatched his gun from the bedside table. Slowly, he walked to the door, unlocked it and while opening, held his gun perpendicular to the body. His gun faced... Terry Nelson.
Apparently, Terry Nelson had run all the way here. He was breathing hard, and spoke, his breath coming in collects. He spoke, "Nayle... please... help... Nayle... back... again... Please... Please..." He then fainted at Mulder's feet.
Startled, Mulder leaped backward, but shared the impact of Terry's fall on his feet. He looked at Terry's body and saw that he was wearing the same clothes as when they had met in the afternoon. Bending down, he felt the wrist for a pulse and found a weakening one. Straightening up, he dragged Terry's body to his bed and went to call Scully...
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
10:09 PM
"He's all right, Mulder... just suffering extreme exhaustion... I don't know how he managed to come here from way out where he was." While saying so, Scully was mixing a glass of water with glucose. She tipped it into Terry's mouth, trying to get him to drink it.
"Why, though, why was he here? What did he want to see us for?"
"I suggest you ask him yourself," said Scully, for the water in the glass was beginning to be gulped, and Terry's eyes began to flicker open.
"W-w-where am I?" Terry said.
"You are here, at the Jamestown Hotel... I am Agent Scully, and this is Agent Mulder." Scully said, pointing to herself and Mulder.
"Jame-Jamestown Hotel...?" Terry stammered, then sat up suddenly, "Jamestown Hotel? And you are the agents whose name is on this card?" Fumbling in his pant pocket, he fished out the hotel card.
Scully took the hotel card and nodded in confirmation.
"Thank Goodness. I need your help."
"Help?" Mulder inquired.
"Yes... I've got information regarding Nayle Northern."
"You have?"
"Yes. You see, the person you thought was me and who talked to you in the afternoon was not me. It was Nayle."
Scully was now looking at Terry with an eye of suspicion. "So you're saying that Nayle's a shape-shifter?", she inquired skeptically.
"Yes...kind of... You see, Nayle's a Motonist."
"A Motonist?"
"Yes...he's not human... he's made up of motons."
"Motons?"
"Let me start from the beginning. I was a member of the Class of 1984 from the Warren Newtonian Mechanics Engineering College. We were a well-knit group. Except for Nayle, that is. He used to be the 'bookworm' of our class, very smart fellow. As a result, he was separate from us ... and we used to poke fun at him." Terry gave a long sigh.
Continuing, he said, "Well, it was the Science Fair at our school ... It was our last year at high school. Nayle wanted to win that prize - he really put in his best effort. Day and night, between classes, pre- and post- lunch, he would be found working on his ... machine. Big, big thingy, with lots of dials, buttons and what not. Well, he completed it on time... just on the day of the Science Fair, and he hadn't tested it out earlier. He was going to test it out before the festival."
FLASHBACK:
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS COLLEGE
23rd APRIL 1984
9:00 A.M.
Nayle rides a cycle to school and parks his cycle in the cycle shed. Rushing down the hall packed with students, he meets young Terry Nelson.
"Hey, Nayle, looking good!"
Without a slight pause for a greeting, Nayle moves into a room marked 'Science Lab'. Placing his bag down on a nearby counter, Nayle moves into the deep recesses of the lab. Big lab this one, mostly chemistry. Mostly beakers and stuff. Doors on the sides lead to the Optics, Electronics and Engineering labs. Stopping in front of an grey door numbered '217' , Nayle searches in his pocket and finds a key. Stuffing the key in the keyhole, he turns the key and hears the satisfying click that gains him access. This room is unused... but Nayle has found a purpose for it. The room is small, much like your average kitchen. A towering grey machine fills in half the space, leaving Nayle less space to move around. He comes and pats the machine, with its innumerable dials and buttons, saying, "Hello, my baby." His voice is unlike the voice he delivered onto Walmick, Welson and Tamura - silent, childish... He moves to the back of the machine and plugs it up. He flips a wall switch and a curious hum emanates from the machine, along with periodic empty 'plonks'.
CUT TO TERRY: That day was the worst day of our lives. It made us what we are today. It also ended what we became today. That evening, our class went to place our own projects, and some of us wanted to poke fun of Nayle and his .. uh .. 'Great Experiment', he called it.
CUT BACK TO PAST:
SCIENCE LAB
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS COLLEGE
23rd APRIL 1984
7:45 PM
A gossipy group of students - the students of the Class of 1984 - enter the Science Lab. Each of the 17 present move over to their places and place their models. Terry has an interesting model on a pendulum with infinite time period. Among the people present are Tamura with a model of a solar furnace, Welson with a model of the intricacies of a television circuit, Walmick with a really nice model of a satellite. The folks are chatting while arranging their items and the chatter makes an interesting cacophony. Suddenly, at 7:51 p.m. (by Tamura's watch), a loud empty 'plonk' escaped the grey door at the rear of the laboratory. All turned their heads curiously and the sight that met them was curious. A hole was melted in the middle of the grey hole and the part of the door that constituted this hole suddenly flew outwards. It glided through the air in a straight line and stopped in mid-air a short distance from the door, finally flopping down.
Shocked and scared, all 17 gaped at the door. 3 people courageously moved up to the door, one of them was Terry. As the looked through the hole in the door, they found Nayle suspended in air bathed in a green light that emanated from the machine. Surprised, the three rush into the room where they gaze horrified at the suspended Nayle. Terry, in a fit of courage, runs and tries to pull Nayle out, but this action has a horrific consequence. Another ray came out of another opening in the machine. This one is grey. As it left the machine, it splits into many smaller rays, which bounce across the room. Some of the rays engulfed the three standing there. As Terry watches in horror, his two friends start to get suspended in air as if being controlled by a puppeteer, and the same effect occurs onto Terry himself. As we see all four suspended in air, we notice another thing. On a table beside the machine lies a book: Theory of Motons.
Disclaimer: I am a Super Soldier.
Story:
2-B CHARLES STREET
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
9:10 PM
Terry rushed down to the ground floor of the house. He hurriedly looked around his room for some object of comfort, something that would help him. He then glanced a hotel card on the living room table.
The same hotel card, which Mulder gave Terry-Nayle. On it, scrawled in Mulder's handwriting, were Mulder's and Scully's name, preceded by 'FBI Agents'. Snatching up the card, Terry rushed to unlock the door, and ran out into the darkening night...
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
9:10 PM
Meanwhile, Mulder and Scully had reached their hotel. Scully was exhausted, but Mulder still had the spring in his step. After a wonderful dinner, Scully left early to go to bed, while Mulder went to his room, undressed, dressed in nightclothes, and lay down on the bed, unsolved questions in his mind.
What was Terry Nelson hiding?
What was the green substance common to all murders?
Why was Nayle killing his own classmates? Revenge? For what? Why was he sending Terry residues of his murders?
What was the Great Experiment all about?
Suddenly, a knock on his room door derailed his train of thought. Startled, Mulder got out of bed, and snatched his gun from the bedside table. Slowly, he walked to the door, unlocked it and while opening, held his gun perpendicular to the body. His gun faced... Terry Nelson.
Apparently, Terry Nelson had run all the way here. He was breathing hard, and spoke, his breath coming in collects. He spoke, "Nayle... please... help... Nayle... back... again... Please... Please..." He then fainted at Mulder's feet.
Startled, Mulder leaped backward, but shared the impact of Terry's fall on his feet. He looked at Terry's body and saw that he was wearing the same clothes as when they had met in the afternoon. Bending down, he felt the wrist for a pulse and found a weakening one. Straightening up, he dragged Terry's body to his bed and went to call Scully...
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
10:09 PM
"He's all right, Mulder... just suffering extreme exhaustion... I don't know how he managed to come here from way out where he was." While saying so, Scully was mixing a glass of water with glucose. She tipped it into Terry's mouth, trying to get him to drink it.
"Why, though, why was he here? What did he want to see us for?"
"I suggest you ask him yourself," said Scully, for the water in the glass was beginning to be gulped, and Terry's eyes began to flicker open.
"W-w-where am I?" Terry said.
"You are here, at the Jamestown Hotel... I am Agent Scully, and this is Agent Mulder." Scully said, pointing to herself and Mulder.
"Jame-Jamestown Hotel...?" Terry stammered, then sat up suddenly, "Jamestown Hotel? And you are the agents whose name is on this card?" Fumbling in his pant pocket, he fished out the hotel card.
Scully took the hotel card and nodded in confirmation.
"Thank Goodness. I need your help."
"Help?" Mulder inquired.
"Yes... I've got information regarding Nayle Northern."
"You have?"
"Yes. You see, the person you thought was me and who talked to you in the afternoon was not me. It was Nayle."
Scully was now looking at Terry with an eye of suspicion. "So you're saying that Nayle's a shape-shifter?", she inquired skeptically.
"Yes...kind of... You see, Nayle's a Motonist."
"A Motonist?"
"Yes...he's not human... he's made up of motons."
"Motons?"
"Let me start from the beginning. I was a member of the Class of 1984 from the Warren Newtonian Mechanics Engineering College. We were a well-knit group. Except for Nayle, that is. He used to be the 'bookworm' of our class, very smart fellow. As a result, he was separate from us ... and we used to poke fun at him." Terry gave a long sigh.
Continuing, he said, "Well, it was the Science Fair at our school ... It was our last year at high school. Nayle wanted to win that prize - he really put in his best effort. Day and night, between classes, pre- and post- lunch, he would be found working on his ... machine. Big, big thingy, with lots of dials, buttons and what not. Well, he completed it on time... just on the day of the Science Fair, and he hadn't tested it out earlier. He was going to test it out before the festival."
FLASHBACK:
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS COLLEGE
23rd APRIL 1984
9:00 A.M.
Nayle rides a cycle to school and parks his cycle in the cycle shed. Rushing down the hall packed with students, he meets young Terry Nelson.
"Hey, Nayle, looking good!"
Without a slight pause for a greeting, Nayle moves into a room marked 'Science Lab'. Placing his bag down on a nearby counter, Nayle moves into the deep recesses of the lab. Big lab this one, mostly chemistry. Mostly beakers and stuff. Doors on the sides lead to the Optics, Electronics and Engineering labs. Stopping in front of an grey door numbered '217' , Nayle searches in his pocket and finds a key. Stuffing the key in the keyhole, he turns the key and hears the satisfying click that gains him access. This room is unused... but Nayle has found a purpose for it. The room is small, much like your average kitchen. A towering grey machine fills in half the space, leaving Nayle less space to move around. He comes and pats the machine, with its innumerable dials and buttons, saying, "Hello, my baby." His voice is unlike the voice he delivered onto Walmick, Welson and Tamura - silent, childish... He moves to the back of the machine and plugs it up. He flips a wall switch and a curious hum emanates from the machine, along with periodic empty 'plonks'.
CUT TO TERRY: That day was the worst day of our lives. It made us what we are today. It also ended what we became today. That evening, our class went to place our own projects, and some of us wanted to poke fun of Nayle and his .. uh .. 'Great Experiment', he called it.
CUT BACK TO PAST:
SCIENCE LAB
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS COLLEGE
23rd APRIL 1984
7:45 PM
A gossipy group of students - the students of the Class of 1984 - enter the Science Lab. Each of the 17 present move over to their places and place their models. Terry has an interesting model on a pendulum with infinite time period. Among the people present are Tamura with a model of a solar furnace, Welson with a model of the intricacies of a television circuit, Walmick with a really nice model of a satellite. The folks are chatting while arranging their items and the chatter makes an interesting cacophony. Suddenly, at 7:51 p.m. (by Tamura's watch), a loud empty 'plonk' escaped the grey door at the rear of the laboratory. All turned their heads curiously and the sight that met them was curious. A hole was melted in the middle of the grey hole and the part of the door that constituted this hole suddenly flew outwards. It glided through the air in a straight line and stopped in mid-air a short distance from the door, finally flopping down.
Shocked and scared, all 17 gaped at the door. 3 people courageously moved up to the door, one of them was Terry. As the looked through the hole in the door, they found Nayle suspended in air bathed in a green light that emanated from the machine. Surprised, the three rush into the room where they gaze horrified at the suspended Nayle. Terry, in a fit of courage, runs and tries to pull Nayle out, but this action has a horrific consequence. Another ray came out of another opening in the machine. This one is grey. As it left the machine, it splits into many smaller rays, which bounce across the room. Some of the rays engulfed the three standing there. As Terry watches in horror, his two friends start to get suspended in air as if being controlled by a puppeteer, and the same effect occurs onto Terry himself. As we see all four suspended in air, we notice another thing. On a table beside the machine lies a book: Theory of Motons.