One Wish: 1Chapter 3

I watch her carry her overnight bags into her friend's house. Oh how I want to jump out and kidnap her, forcing her to come with me, to fulfill our fate. I hate reminding myself that the time is not right, that I must wait a little longer before I can seize her. I have waited far too long to feel her warm body, her moist lips, her hands in my hair. Any man who dares to take her from me again will suffer a more painful, more drawn out death. For now, I'll wait in my bushes and watch her every move.

"Jill? I'm here," Amber announces walking into the house with night bags in hand. She places the bags on the kitchen table. She hears a tv in a room near by.

"Amber, you're here!" the long browned haired girl greets Amber with a smile and hug. "I am so sorry. Come, sit down and I'll make you something to eat."

"Thanks, but I'd rather not eat. I'm sorry, I think I am going to bed," Amber declines the offer.

Eager to comfort her, Jill asks, "Can I do anything for you at all?" Nodding her head no, Amber takes her stuff into the spare bedroom where long and hard sobs are heard all night.

11:041 Holiday Inn

(Knock, knock) "Doors open." shouts Mulder relaxing on his bed to Scully. Carrying a pizza, she enters through his door and walks toward the bed. "Mmm, supreme, good pick Scully," he says while savoring over the smell. Both had forgotten how hungry they were from not eating all day until the pizza had arrived. It felt good to relax for a few moments, even if they were going to discuss the case.

"Mulder, I've been thinking about Mr. Keen's death. There has to be a good amount of electricity to kill a healthy, well-built, grown man," began Scully. "I think that Amber used something else to electrocute her fiancée and then hid the evidence."

"I don't know Scully, I think we are missing something simple still. Something I hope to find when we talk to Amber tomorrow. However, I have been thinking about the cult thing you mentioned. I think you aren't far off, I think there is definitely something amiss in the manner in which they died."

"Are you agreeing that it is a murder case?" Scully enquires. Her differences between her thoughts, which were more scientific more concrete, and his more out of this world theories made their partnership more unique and their bond, strong.

"Not quite," his face becomes firm, "I think there is a connection of some sort of cult or witchcraft, but I still don't think Amber committed murder."

It's 1:30 a.m. according to the clock next to Mulder's bed, they have been up for nearly twenty-four hours. "I'm going to perform an autopsy on Tom Keen's body tomorrow and see if anything comes up," Scully yawns before walking to her room. "Goodnight Mulder."

"Night."

(Amber's Room)

"Oh dear Lord, please forgive me," is the only thing I can say while I cry and kneel beside my bed. I hold my cross close to me hoping, it will bring me closer to my Savior. I convince myself that he is my rock, my shield, my strength, but my doubts toy with my emotions. 'How could there be a God after all this? Why didn't he intervene with this disaster?!' I close my eyes and hope that when I open them, I have awakened from a long nightmare. Hoping to wake up to a world where I can fall in love and live happily ever after. Or is that too much to ask for: To be happy and live in peace.

"Amber?" A voice interrupts my thoughts. I turn to see Jill's six year old daughter standing in my doorway. Her nightgown is far too large for her tiny, short frame. She tucks her stuffed bunny under her arm and comes toward me.

"Will you read me a story, like when you used to?" Her innocence was undeniable. I wipe my tears secretly hoping she wouldn't ask why I am sad. I remember when I would come over and Angie's eyes would become so wide and she would run into my arms. I was like the Aunt she never had. Taking Angie into my arms and carry her back to her room. Laying her back in bed, I ask her which book she wants me to read.

"Aladdin, with the Gene and the magic carpet," her eyes beamed with excitement. I remember how this is one of her favorite tales, that and Beauty and the Beast. I lie with her in the bed with the book in my hand. By the time I finish, she is fast asleep. Afterwards, I begin to reflect on the book. If only I had three wishes. My first wish would be that I never went out with David. Then my Prince Charming could sweep me off my feet and we could fly to a far off place on our magic carpet. Oh, if I could only have ONE wish, my life would be much simpler. I wouldn't have to worry about who would be the next person murdered. Maybe I should give in, go to David and be his bride. At least it would put the murders to stop and no one else would be harmed. I know he is watching, he must see my pain, my tears. My eyes become heavy and I fall asleep by Angie's bed.