Title: Voice from the Darkness
Author: Dana
E-Mail: dana_scully_mulders_protégé@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Category: Horror/Romance/Supernatural
Keywords: Mulder/Scully relationship,past lives
Spoilers: None
Dedication: To Fox, Jess,Monica,Langly,Mare,Kim,Amy,Trust and all other X- Philes, past and present
Summary: Well-known businessman Christopher Pendleton is found murdered under mysterious circumstances and Mulder and Scully are called in to investigate. This investigation is about to open up doors that neither one of them could have possibly foreseen.
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Please ask and email.
Disclaimer: The characters of the X-Files do not belong to me but are the property of Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox and 1013 Productions. Any similarities to the names or places of the fictional aspects of this story are purely coincidental.
Voice from the Darkness
By Dana
1 Chapter One
1.1 Oxley Conference Center
Washington D.C.
10:00 p.m.
Christopher Pendleton stood behind a podium addressing a room full of people. Everyone in the room was wearing a suit and scribbling notes on paper. Adjusting his glasses, he glanced around the room and smiled as he noticed the activity taking place. He had traveled a great distance and seeing that his every word was being taken seriously made it all worth while. After all, he was a well-known expert on how to build strong companies and maintain them. His own company Pendleton Inc. was one of the best in the world, specializing in marketing and providing financial support and stability for growing companies. At the conclusion of his speech, the room resounded with applause and everyone standing up. As he left the podium, he was met with a line of people extending their hands to him in gratitude.
Amongst the crowd there stood a lone figure who did not share in the merriment but who had one thing on his mind…..REVENGE! Revenge that he had sought for so long and desired more than anything. Revenge against the man who had caused him so much anguish. He had been so patient awaiting his chance and now he was finally going to have it. After following this man for so many years, he had him trapped like a cat with a mouse. He gave a sly smile as he watched the man conversing and shaking hands, knowing that they would be the last people that he would ever see.
"Thank you so much for speaking at our seminar, Mr. Pendleton. I am sure that this will help our company very much," said a man in a solid gray suit and whose nametag indicated "J. Brentwood, Company President."
"It was a pleasure speaking to your group, Mr. Brentwood. Our company has high hopes for you," said Pendleton smiling. "I am sorry to have to do this to you but I'm afraid I must leave as I have a flight to catch for my next meeting. I hope that we will have more of a chance to talk in the future."
"Yes, as do I, Mr. Pendleton. Thank you again for coming and fitting this into your hectic schedule," said Brentwood shaking Pendleton's hand.
Pendleton nodded and retrieved his trenchcoat from the room behind the podium. No one seemed to notice as he slipped out the door and into the night. A cold, brisk air greeted him as he opened the door, causing him to take his scarf and wrap it around his neck. Walking briskly he made his way down the stairs which led to a neighboring park. At this time of night there was no one excepting the occasional rabbit scurrying across the grass or a lone couple making conversation on a bench near the water. Continuing his pace, he walked through the park, making his way towards the area where his driver awaited him.
Suddenly a figure appeared out of the shadows, "Good Evening, Mr. Pendleton."
Pendleton jumped as the figure stood in front of him, seeming to appear out of thin air. "Ummm….Good Evening. I am afraid you did startle me," he said regaining his composure.
The figure smiled. "I am sorry for that. It is just that I wished to tell you how much I enjoyed your speech." He began to walk towards Pendleton. "I would have spoken to you at the seminar but there were so many people. I just thought that talking to you personally would be best."
"Well thank you. I appreciate your complement dear Sir but I am afraid you have caught me at a bad time," said Pendleton shifting his briefcase in his hand. "You see I am on my way to a very important meeting. Perhaps we might meet at another time?"
The figure inched ever closer to Pendleton. "Oh, that is quite all right. It is just enough that I got this brief chance to meet you. You see, I have been looking forward to this meeting for a very, very, long time."
Pendleton's eyes grew wide with terror as he saw the figure had glowing red eyes. He tried to utter a scream but all that escaped was a gasp as he felt his neck being squeezed. He tried desperately to fight back against the figure but was quickly over powered. His heart began beating faster and faster as his vision became blurred. He managed to gather one last breath before passing into unconsciousness.
As the figure fell upon Pendleton's lifeless body, his mind raced. Memories of the past began to flood through him. The one who had run his life and forbade him to have the one he loved most. The one who had imprisoned him for so long was now his prey.
Author: Dana
E-Mail: dana_scully_mulders_protégé@hotmail.com
Rating: G
Category: Horror/Romance/Supernatural
Keywords: Mulder/Scully relationship,past lives
Spoilers: None
Dedication: To Fox, Jess,Monica,Langly,Mare,Kim,Amy,Trust and all other X- Philes, past and present
Summary: Well-known businessman Christopher Pendleton is found murdered under mysterious circumstances and Mulder and Scully are called in to investigate. This investigation is about to open up doors that neither one of them could have possibly foreseen.
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Please ask and email.
Disclaimer: The characters of the X-Files do not belong to me but are the property of Chris Carter, 20th Century Fox and 1013 Productions. Any similarities to the names or places of the fictional aspects of this story are purely coincidental.
Voice from the Darkness
By Dana
1 Chapter One
1.1 Oxley Conference Center
Washington D.C.
10:00 p.m.
Christopher Pendleton stood behind a podium addressing a room full of people. Everyone in the room was wearing a suit and scribbling notes on paper. Adjusting his glasses, he glanced around the room and smiled as he noticed the activity taking place. He had traveled a great distance and seeing that his every word was being taken seriously made it all worth while. After all, he was a well-known expert on how to build strong companies and maintain them. His own company Pendleton Inc. was one of the best in the world, specializing in marketing and providing financial support and stability for growing companies. At the conclusion of his speech, the room resounded with applause and everyone standing up. As he left the podium, he was met with a line of people extending their hands to him in gratitude.
Amongst the crowd there stood a lone figure who did not share in the merriment but who had one thing on his mind…..REVENGE! Revenge that he had sought for so long and desired more than anything. Revenge against the man who had caused him so much anguish. He had been so patient awaiting his chance and now he was finally going to have it. After following this man for so many years, he had him trapped like a cat with a mouse. He gave a sly smile as he watched the man conversing and shaking hands, knowing that they would be the last people that he would ever see.
"Thank you so much for speaking at our seminar, Mr. Pendleton. I am sure that this will help our company very much," said a man in a solid gray suit and whose nametag indicated "J. Brentwood, Company President."
"It was a pleasure speaking to your group, Mr. Brentwood. Our company has high hopes for you," said Pendleton smiling. "I am sorry to have to do this to you but I'm afraid I must leave as I have a flight to catch for my next meeting. I hope that we will have more of a chance to talk in the future."
"Yes, as do I, Mr. Pendleton. Thank you again for coming and fitting this into your hectic schedule," said Brentwood shaking Pendleton's hand.
Pendleton nodded and retrieved his trenchcoat from the room behind the podium. No one seemed to notice as he slipped out the door and into the night. A cold, brisk air greeted him as he opened the door, causing him to take his scarf and wrap it around his neck. Walking briskly he made his way down the stairs which led to a neighboring park. At this time of night there was no one excepting the occasional rabbit scurrying across the grass or a lone couple making conversation on a bench near the water. Continuing his pace, he walked through the park, making his way towards the area where his driver awaited him.
Suddenly a figure appeared out of the shadows, "Good Evening, Mr. Pendleton."
Pendleton jumped as the figure stood in front of him, seeming to appear out of thin air. "Ummm….Good Evening. I am afraid you did startle me," he said regaining his composure.
The figure smiled. "I am sorry for that. It is just that I wished to tell you how much I enjoyed your speech." He began to walk towards Pendleton. "I would have spoken to you at the seminar but there were so many people. I just thought that talking to you personally would be best."
"Well thank you. I appreciate your complement dear Sir but I am afraid you have caught me at a bad time," said Pendleton shifting his briefcase in his hand. "You see I am on my way to a very important meeting. Perhaps we might meet at another time?"
The figure inched ever closer to Pendleton. "Oh, that is quite all right. It is just enough that I got this brief chance to meet you. You see, I have been looking forward to this meeting for a very, very, long time."
Pendleton's eyes grew wide with terror as he saw the figure had glowing red eyes. He tried to utter a scream but all that escaped was a gasp as he felt his neck being squeezed. He tried desperately to fight back against the figure but was quickly over powered. His heart began beating faster and faster as his vision became blurred. He managed to gather one last breath before passing into unconsciousness.
As the figure fell upon Pendleton's lifeless body, his mind raced. Memories of the past began to flood through him. The one who had run his life and forbade him to have the one he loved most. The one who had imprisoned him for so long was now his prey.