Comments: It's been 3 months since I last updated to this story!!! I'm reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally sorry! I had exams and lots of co-curricular activities, plus the fact that the Muses didn't visit me quite too often. I hope you haven't forgotten that this story exists! More importantly, I hope you didn't forget the gist of the story. This chapter will reveal some of the most important points that will be used later on in this story. Once again, sorry! Shouts out to ATX, Gothic Spook, Rachael. Hi, gals! Kome on people, review already.
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Story (What are you, Blockheads?):
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
11:33 PM
Scully intervened: "Wait, forgive me if I sound sceptic, but how did you know Nayle was to be… erm ... 'reborn' (she made little quotation marks with her fingers) that way?" Scully asked.
"Erm… good point," Terry said, "It was because of the book I had found the next day."
"Book?"
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SCIENCE LABORATORY
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS COLLEGE
28th APRIL 1984
9:52 AM
Terry returned to where the catastrophic incident took place. A new door had been fitted in to Room 217, of course, because of the Science Fair, which he missed (Belgire won … beautiful model explaining the application of Einstein's Theory of Relativity in the action of gravity on light). The machine, however, remained, as it was too heavy to move. Once bitten, twice shy, Terry did not venture close to the machine. Instead he looked around the room, and his eyesight focussed on a book on a table close to the machine. On it, in normal Times New Roman font (over a green background), were the words:
THEORY OF MOTONS
One of The Most Unexplained Particles in Quantum Physics
Intrigued, Terry picked up the book, and began to open it to read the first chapter. However, the bell rang and Terry had to go for his next class. He took the book with him out of the bag. He would look at it during lunchtime.
CAFETERIA
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS COLLEGE
28TH APRIL 1984
12:44 P.M.
After a lunch of Greek salad, a cheeseburger, an egg sandwich and some milk, Terry began to read the book, which he got from Room 217. It was highly interesting.
"CHAPTER ONE: INTRODUCTION TO THE DANGEROUS WORLD OF MOTONS
"I am glad that you are one of the few who have decided to pick up (or buy) and read this book. Motons haven't been intensively studied… they have just been discovered, by me. They are one of the most important particles in our world, though they are not visible, except under special circumstances. Scientists around the world have discounted my theories, but they fail to really understand how important and how dangerous these particles are. In my book, I try to bring out some of the important aspects of motons, and hope to convince many.
"Motons are the basis of motion. They have a momentary existence, almost like free radicals, but not quite. They only exist when a particle is moving, and is the cause for the missing 'unusable' energy. They travel in waves, conforming to de Broglie's Theory of the Wave Nature of Matter, so that it is not matter, which is actually travelling in waves, but the motons themselves. They are normally undetectable because they are really small, but there are ways to detect them. It is not within the scope of this chapter to discuss how. I shall describe them in other chapters. What I hope to warn against other individuals of this planet is how dangerous they can be, in the hands of others.
"All of us have what is known as junk DNA, which is essentially (and probably) extraterrestrial, not yet proved however. This junk DNA is inactive in most of the population, and when active, can produce surprising results. One of the ways this junk DNA can be active is being exposed to an intensive stream of motons. Motons have been seen to activate junk DNA with their 'unusable' energy, which causes the person to himself come under the 'control' of motons, and causes him to emit motons himself. He is then referred to as a Motonist."
The bell then rung, signalling the end of the lunch break. Terry placed the book back in the bag, and went to Optics Class.
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
11:45 P.M.
"Do you have the book right now?" Mulder asked.
"No, I'm sorry. I had given it to my Optics teacher, after I had finished with it," Terry replied.
"Why?"
"I'll tell you…"
TERRY NELSON'S HOME
28TH APRIL 1984
7:54 P.M.
Terry was on his bed, and the radio was on. He was listening to the local station. They were playing the latest hip-hop tunes. Suddenly, the window in front of his bed shone with green light from outside. Intrigued, he switched the radio off, and made his way toward the window. The view that greeted him outside surprised and shocked him, rather than really greeting him. Nayle was suspended in air, eyes green, engulfed with green mist. He was now advancing toward the window.
"You've got some thing I is needing."
Nayle's voice came out, droning, wheezy, making the hair on Terry's back stand. As Nayle advanced, he retreated.
"You've got some thing I is needing."
The query repeated, more menacing than the last time. Terry stuttered as he asked, "What?"
No response.
"W-What d-do a-I have that you is … erm … are needing?"
"You is soon finding out."
No sooner had Nayle said this then he disappeared in a flash of green light, and this green light changed into a greenish powder, which seemed to blow itself toward the window, pass through the window like it didn't exist, and the powder blew itself into Terry's bag (where he had kept Theory of Motons). Terry's bag then opened itself and the aforementioned book came out, swarmed with green powder and green light.
The entire time Terry looked at the happenings dumbfounded, mouth open. But now, coward by nature though he was, was suddenly engulfed with a surge of sudden courage that he lunged forward, and grabbed the book.
Instantly, grey powder dislodged itself from his hands and surrounded the green particles. As Terry gazed in wonder, the grey particles seemed to absorb and extinguish their green counterparts. A scream seemed to slowly echo out from the book, a long, hollow scream.
Then Terry fell back on to the floor, clutching the book in his hands, breathing hard (as though he had run a mile under 4 minutes).
OPTICS CLASS
WARREN NEWTONIAN MECHANICS COLLEGE
29TH APRIL 1984
Just after the bell rang and their optics teacher assigned them some homework, the Class of '84 filed out singly, leaving a Terry behind fidgeting with the papers on his desk. His experience the previous night was truly horrifying, and it still showed, with the fear in his eyes, and his sweaty palms.
His Optics Teacher noticed how scared Terry looked, and moved over to Terry.
"What's up, Nelson? Why're so upset?"
"Oh … er… n-n-nothing, Sir.. erm.. college and all.. erm.. no-nothing much…", and Terry gave a weak smile.
In his jitteriness, he didn't realize it, but some of the books from his table fell on to the floor below. Theory of Motons was one of them.
As the Optics Teacher bent over to help Terry pick up the books ("here, let me do it", "O-o-OK, thanks"), his attention was caught by the book. Swooping it up, he looked at it in surprise. Slowly, this surprise seemed to turn into sadness, as he asked Terry in a blank voice, almost crying: "Where did you find this?"
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
12:01 AM
"So you're saying that your Optics teacher recognized the book?", Mulder asked, silent all this while.
"Yes."
"What was his name?"
"Oh, I-I'm really sorry I neglected to mention it. His name was James Olzeck."