Hey it's me DDStalker here, and this will be my last chapter for a few days. So make it last!!
*Georgetown Shopping Center (Mulder's POV)*
"Where is she?" I spoke into the little piece that connected me with the guys.
"By the Gap, in a little alley between there." Said a voice I barely recognized as Byers.
"Watch out, she's been standing there for a while now…. Almost like she's been waiting." Came Langley's voice.
I walked over to the given spot. The alleyway was dark despite the bright sunlight. And then I saw them. Courtney Modell, My breath caught in my throat it was the women from the bar. Who slipped me the poison in my beer. Slowly pieces similar to ones in a jigsaw puzzle, came together in my head. Scully was handling this extremely…bad. That should have been my first clue.
"Put down the gun." I said in a calm voice. One hand reaching for my gun in the hip hostler. Courtney looked at me confused, like I'd waken her up from a dream. She reached out her hand to me. I took a step back repulsed by her behavior.
"How could you?" Came out of mouth before I could help it. She thought over it. She wasn't anything like her dad or aunt. And the more I thought about she didn't act like a killer.
"It was a joke." That was her answer? What did she take me for? A moron perhaps?
"A joke. Really, I'm not that stupid." I couldn't help it. Then I saw it, the gun coming up, she aimed it at Scully. Time froze but this time the moment would not pass me by. I pulled out my gun and shot her. She didn't cry out. Just felt her stomach and looked down at the blood. Then she looked up at me. It was Scully. My God what had I done? She stumbled and I caught her in my arms. I lowered myself down on the cement.
"Mulder…Mulder? What happened we lost contact. Oh god! Don't worry we'll call the ambulance." Byers voice was filled with panic. I didn't blame him. Scully moved her lips. I lowered my ear to her mouth.
"I love you Mulder." My heart jumped with joy. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. But it was to late. She was gone. Dry sobs heaved though my body. I clung to my beloved even though I'd betrayed her in the end. And that's how the paramedics found me…
*Unmarked Van*
"It's all gone according to plan sir." Said a man.
"No, I have a feeling Ms. Modell isn't finished with Mr. Mulder yet." Said a man clouded behind a screen of smoke.
"Yes….We can expect great things from this character. We have to see if she's right for the task." He continued. Then laughed a dry rasping laugh that brought shivers of fear to the others in the van.
*Georgetown Hospital (Mulder's POV)*
I've think I have set a new record for this hospital. It's only been 2 days yet I've brought in two different Scully's and in all times I have been the reason for her near death. I had to make her suffer. As usually. No Scully hadn't been dead just barely alive and in a coma again. Again. I was so stupid, I went in there without back up, and screwed up. That seems to be a repeating problem lately.
"Um are you Mrs. Scully's husband?" A timid nurse asked me. I jumped about a mile.
"No I'm just a very concerned friend." I said. The nurse looked flustered. I was too lost in thought to be embarrassed by this slip up.
"Oh well…. You can see Ms. Scully now. She's out of surgery." The nurse told me.
"Can I speak to the doctor?" I asked needing to know if Scully was going to pull though.
"As a matter of fact I'm right here." Said Dr. Hill a slightly older man replied from behind me. I turned around to face him.
"Is she going to make it?" I asked getting down to the basics right away. Dr. Hill's face sagged and sympathy came on to his face.
"No, I'm afraid the bullet penetrated to far into way to many vital organs. It was embedded far in there from her being shot at from so close. But she slipped into a coma and she isn't going to come out of it." He finished. I'd knew he'd broken it down for me a lot. But it still sounded bad.
"How many days?" I whispered.
"I'd give her 3 days if not only 2." He replied. Then giving me a sympathy pat on the shoulders he walked away. I turned and entered her room.
And there she was lying on the bed. As good as dead. I chided myself for the thought. Just looking at her brought tears of pain to my eyes. She had loved me and I hadn't be able to protect her what was wrong with me? Why did the people I love have to all die because of me? I can't take it any more. It has to end and it can, and it begins with me.
"How does it feel now that you don't have some alien conspires to blame it on?" Shit just my luck. Bill. I couldn't deal with him now. So I did they only thing you would have done in my place. I hauled off and punched him hard in the nose. Then walked out.
I went to a quiet place. Scully's apartment. Then took out my gun and pulled the trigger. Letting the bullet enter my head. And then I was gone…..for good….
Running
I'm running from the truth
I'm hiding in the darkness
You tried to help me
But I barred you out
Becoming this empty shell
Just another harden soul
Filled with hate
I head farther and farther away
From any kind of redemption
Not even God can save me now
Cause your gone
And life as lost any meaning it held for me
A/N
I had to add Bill. Okay it makes me feel better!!! Okay now you can review. And If I feel like it I might…just…finish…this story!!! And if the poem sucks tell me!!!
DDstalker
(Don't kill me…yet…)
*Georgetown Shopping Center (Mulder's POV)*
"Where is she?" I spoke into the little piece that connected me with the guys.
"By the Gap, in a little alley between there." Said a voice I barely recognized as Byers.
"Watch out, she's been standing there for a while now…. Almost like she's been waiting." Came Langley's voice.
I walked over to the given spot. The alleyway was dark despite the bright sunlight. And then I saw them. Courtney Modell, My breath caught in my throat it was the women from the bar. Who slipped me the poison in my beer. Slowly pieces similar to ones in a jigsaw puzzle, came together in my head. Scully was handling this extremely…bad. That should have been my first clue.
"Put down the gun." I said in a calm voice. One hand reaching for my gun in the hip hostler. Courtney looked at me confused, like I'd waken her up from a dream. She reached out her hand to me. I took a step back repulsed by her behavior.
"How could you?" Came out of mouth before I could help it. She thought over it. She wasn't anything like her dad or aunt. And the more I thought about she didn't act like a killer.
"It was a joke." That was her answer? What did she take me for? A moron perhaps?
"A joke. Really, I'm not that stupid." I couldn't help it. Then I saw it, the gun coming up, she aimed it at Scully. Time froze but this time the moment would not pass me by. I pulled out my gun and shot her. She didn't cry out. Just felt her stomach and looked down at the blood. Then she looked up at me. It was Scully. My God what had I done? She stumbled and I caught her in my arms. I lowered myself down on the cement.
"Mulder…Mulder? What happened we lost contact. Oh god! Don't worry we'll call the ambulance." Byers voice was filled with panic. I didn't blame him. Scully moved her lips. I lowered my ear to her mouth.
"I love you Mulder." My heart jumped with joy. I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers. But it was to late. She was gone. Dry sobs heaved though my body. I clung to my beloved even though I'd betrayed her in the end. And that's how the paramedics found me…
*Unmarked Van*
"It's all gone according to plan sir." Said a man.
"No, I have a feeling Ms. Modell isn't finished with Mr. Mulder yet." Said a man clouded behind a screen of smoke.
"Yes….We can expect great things from this character. We have to see if she's right for the task." He continued. Then laughed a dry rasping laugh that brought shivers of fear to the others in the van.
*Georgetown Hospital (Mulder's POV)*
I've think I have set a new record for this hospital. It's only been 2 days yet I've brought in two different Scully's and in all times I have been the reason for her near death. I had to make her suffer. As usually. No Scully hadn't been dead just barely alive and in a coma again. Again. I was so stupid, I went in there without back up, and screwed up. That seems to be a repeating problem lately.
"Um are you Mrs. Scully's husband?" A timid nurse asked me. I jumped about a mile.
"No I'm just a very concerned friend." I said. The nurse looked flustered. I was too lost in thought to be embarrassed by this slip up.
"Oh well…. You can see Ms. Scully now. She's out of surgery." The nurse told me.
"Can I speak to the doctor?" I asked needing to know if Scully was going to pull though.
"As a matter of fact I'm right here." Said Dr. Hill a slightly older man replied from behind me. I turned around to face him.
"Is she going to make it?" I asked getting down to the basics right away. Dr. Hill's face sagged and sympathy came on to his face.
"No, I'm afraid the bullet penetrated to far into way to many vital organs. It was embedded far in there from her being shot at from so close. But she slipped into a coma and she isn't going to come out of it." He finished. I'd knew he'd broken it down for me a lot. But it still sounded bad.
"How many days?" I whispered.
"I'd give her 3 days if not only 2." He replied. Then giving me a sympathy pat on the shoulders he walked away. I turned and entered her room.
And there she was lying on the bed. As good as dead. I chided myself for the thought. Just looking at her brought tears of pain to my eyes. She had loved me and I hadn't be able to protect her what was wrong with me? Why did the people I love have to all die because of me? I can't take it any more. It has to end and it can, and it begins with me.
"How does it feel now that you don't have some alien conspires to blame it on?" Shit just my luck. Bill. I couldn't deal with him now. So I did they only thing you would have done in my place. I hauled off and punched him hard in the nose. Then walked out.
I went to a quiet place. Scully's apartment. Then took out my gun and pulled the trigger. Letting the bullet enter my head. And then I was gone…..for good….
Running
I'm running from the truth
I'm hiding in the darkness
You tried to help me
But I barred you out
Becoming this empty shell
Just another harden soul
Filled with hate
I head farther and farther away
From any kind of redemption
Not even God can save me now
Cause your gone
And life as lost any meaning it held for me
A/N
I had to add Bill. Okay it makes me feel better!!! Okay now you can review. And If I feel like it I might…just…finish…this story!!! And if the poem sucks tell me!!!
DDstalker
(Don't kill me…yet…)