Description: Um... forgive me for I know not what I do. It's been a loooong 3 months and so many things have occupied me, I forgot about y'all. Sorry. I know, I know, I keep giving excuses, but happily, a) it's vacation time! b) Inspiration struck me and I know now how to end the story (before, it was just a mixed bunch of paraphernalia), so you can expect faster updates from me. All I can promise is it's a long way towards the end, so I hope you buckle up for the ride and enjoy it too! Oh, and for those of you who have lost track of the story, this chapter is for you...
Disclaimer: I don't own The X-Files, I'm lovin' it.
Story:
Terry was again running through the forest. A nine-year-old child, running away from a man with a knife. A green-stained knife.
Green? No time to think, he had to save himself. Save himself from the monster that killed his mother. Thoughts directed towards his mother, he did not notice and tripped over a root jutting out through the ground. He began crying, his right knee bleeding. The man stood over him, engulfing him in shadow. Terry screamed as the man lowered the knife, but he began to feel himself being filled with renewed courage. Surrounded by grey particles, he was able to repel the man. How, he did not know. Perhaps the man was scared, or something. Terry felt himself rise above the Earth, and as he looked down, he saw the man being engulfed by silhouettes of policemen. Looking back up, he heard muttering from a distant light above. He reached out...
JAMESTOWN HOTEL
JAMESTOWN
RHODE ISLAND
1st FEBRUARY 1994
10:30 A.M.
Terry opened his eyes to see Mulder and Scully sitting at a table near the window, muttering. Perhaps that was the muttering he had heard. That was the furthest he had gone on such kind of dreams. It was revealing, as humans sometimes forget memories of childhood, as we grow older.
The G-Man and G-Woman, oblivious to their guest's awakening, were discussing the finer, and the more 'supernatural' ('Mulder, there's a scientific explanation for all of this!', 'Yes, it is, Scully, but what kind of science are we talking about here?'), aspects of the case.
"OK, Mulder, it's science, agreeable, but it could be pseudo-science. I mean, if this guy has been rejected by the scientific public, means that his theory of 'Motons' (she made quotation marks with her hands) is not credible enough – it's incredible, not to mention unscientific."
"Fine, Scully, let's argue about this later. Meanwhile, let's go over this case once more. Maybe we can find something of use towards this investigation."
"OK. Sure. Whatever."
"Uhh...fine. Well, OK. I called you to my office, because Skinner asked us to investigate this case. A Jachson Welmick died in a 'bus crash' (he made quotation marks too, Scully rolled her eyes), sliced in half. We went to the scene of the crime, and found this greenish powder..."
"...which I had analysed, and found that it contained every element that the human body is made up of – in macro quantities, at least. Then, another murder happened, right?"
"That's right, a Montague Welson. He was chopped and served, to coin a phrase. His body parts were, for some reason, sent to our friend, Terry Nelson here..."
"...who got served body parts and served us an incredible story. Do you actually believe him, Mulder? This story about Nayle Northern, who supposedly died a few years back."
"To be exact, 5 years. It might be reincarnation, I don't know. After that, Timmy Tamura died with his leg torn off. How? We don't know as yet. However, the theory of motons sounds intriguing, it might be true. Anyway, Nayle is the prime suspect here. He was picked on by his classmates, a recluse, and he perfected this machine, that converted him into a Motonist."
"Yeah, right, 'Motonist', Mulder? It might be some cult, you know. We still only rely on Terry as our source. He could have made this all up, since he belongs to the cult himself. Remember that Chinese police official who lied to us in order to save the game-cum-operation going on in Chinatown, San Francisco?"
"W-ell...it might be that, Scully, but according to the book he had read ('Theory of Motons'), motons are particles which are responsible for the wave-like character of matter ('Who's the scientist now, Mulder?', 'Skeptic'), and the 'unused energy' in our surroundings is actually motons. This 'unused energy' activates some junk DNA in all of us."
"So why aren't we going around killing people, Mulder? According to our source, we all have junk DNA!"
"I don't know, Scully. Perhaps motons bring out our most inner fears and emotions. Terry said to us himself, that being affected by the ray coming out from the machine that Nayle built for his school's Science Fair (he then stopped to take a breath), his mother's death was brought back to him. Somehow, Motons drive to kill."
"So you're saying that Nayle has an inherent desire to kill. I don't imagine being picked on is a good enough reason to kill."
"That proves my point. Perhaps this internal feeling of hate towards his classmates was brought out and exploded into murderous intentions by motons. But, we have to get our hands on that book, before we can make any more deductions. Anyway, something struck me after we heard Terry's story, and as I was lying on the bed yesterday night..."
"Don't you find it odd, that James Olzeck, Police Inspector, was once a Physics teacher?"
"Well, not much, Scully. Fortunes and the future change. In the end, we all are looking for the truth."
"Don't start with me, Mulder. I just hope that (censored) chain-smoking (censored) has nothing to do with this!"
"Gee, thanks, Scully, for those lovely words of encouragement (for the second time this morning, Scully rolled her eyes). Anyway, as I was saying, I realized this: a: motons are unused energy, b: all the murders have some movement involved with them, and c: motons could be derived from..."
"'motion'? Oh, Mulder..."
But Scully was interrupted by a sound from the bed. As Mulder and Scully turned towards the bed, what they saw surprised them. Terry was engulfed in grey, so that he looked like a character acting on the static black-and-white TVs of yore. He was moving back and forth. Seeing that the agents were looking at him, he whispered:
"He's here. Hide me."
Then, there was knocking on the door. A voice came from the other side: "Agents Mulder and Scully, are you there? I want to report something which might be of interest to you."
Mulder turned to Scully and said, "Quick, Scully, tackle him, while I go hide Nayle." Saying so, he dragged Terry (as his hands passed through the layer of grey, he felt unusually cool) and pushed him below the bed. Terry obliged and crouched below the bed, unaware that as he moved below the bed, some grey particles fell onto the floor. Meanwhile, Mulder drew his gun and stood behind the door as Scully opened it.
"Oh, hello, Agent Scully. Am I glad to see you."
"Hello, Officer Olzeck. What is it that you want?"
"I just want to tell you that Terry Nelson has been reported missing. Have you any idea as to his whereabouts?"
"Well, no, but Agent Mulder and I will stop over by at your office later and we'll discuss things later. Right now, we're involved with... uh, something else."
"Oh, OK, Agent Scully," Olzeck smiled. "I'll be expecting you."
Saying so, he bid goodbye, but not before noticing, as Scully closed the door, that there was a grey residue on the floor near the bed behind Agent Scully. He smiled satisfyingly.
Going down to his car, he told someone in the back seat, "He's there. I'm sure of it".
Nayle, in a voice unlike that he delivered during murders, said in a voice rivaling that of nails on a blackboard, "Well, thank you very much, Officer Olzeck. You served my purpose."
For the first time, fear filled Olzeck's eyes. "Served my purpose? W-what do you mean? Y-you promised y-you wouldn't do anything."
"I did promise, but sometimes commitment is more important than mere promises. I have a cycle to complete."
"Cycle? What cycle?"
"You know what I'm talking about."
"I do?" James felt himself being lifted into the air, levitating closer and closer to the roof of the car. "What are you doing to me?"
"Good bye... (Nayle's lips curled into a wicked smile) Dad."
That was the last thing James heard. As soon as his head touched the roof, he was engulfed by green, and his head began a series of bumps against the roof, each bump increasing his magnitude, until finally the metal, and the continuous bumps, cut a hole through his head, causing his head to collapse inwards in a pool of blood.
Nayle, overseeing this gruesome task, waited until the end, then effortlessly, he put his hands together, and suddenly jerked them apart, causing Terry's head to come off from the body, with a Velcro-ic sound.
Disappearing in a green mist, Nayle reappeared in Officer James' office, placed the head on the desk, and disappeared again.
He did not notice the paler version of the head's owner sitting on a chair in the dark recesses of the office, head still attached, smile still on...
(Author's Note: Small change. I changed Walmick's name into 'Welmick' for reasons you will come to know later on. Thanks to ATX for this chapter idea!)