CHAPTER EIGHT
12.30 pm
" I'm so sorry Carly," Langly apologised, brushing his hair back, " she forced me to come…she had a gun in my back."
And that gun was now aiming at Carly, " Say goodbye to your friend," Madeline instructed her, squeezing the trigger.
" No!" Langly yelled and lunged for Madeline-just before they heard a loud gunshot. Langly collapsed to the floor, plain exploding throughout his body. He heard a scream coming from Carly then there was nothing but blackness.
Carly opened her eyes but the vision never faded. She stared at the still figure of Langly and took his limp hand in hers and tried to ignore the annoying beeping noise coming from the heart monitor. It was several hours since that awful confrontation with her sister and Langly was still unconscious. He has yet to wake up after having major surgery done to his chest. The bullet had missed his heart by at least three centimetres and its been taken out-but Langly had lost a lot of blood and had required a blood transfusion during the surgery. The door to the ICU room opened and in came Byers and Frohike, both looking grave.
" How's he doing?" Frohike asked.
" No change." Carly replied.
" Let's go home," Byers suggested, " It's getting late."
" And leave Langly on his own? What if he wakes up and finds nobody here?" Carly demanded him, " I'm staying right here. You two can go. I'll call as soon as he wakes up."
Byers shot Frohike a concerned look, " Then we'll stay too." He decided and both men sat down on the chairs on the other side of the bed.
Several hours earlier
Tompkins Court Motel
Washington DC
Carly leaned over the still form of Langly as blood oozed from the wound in chest, " Langly?" she felt for a pulse. It was there, but weak.
" What have you done?" she asked her sister looking up. Madeline wasn't there, she had fled. Carly fumbled for her cell phone and dialled 911, then called Mulder She then pressed her hands against the wound. Blood flowed through her finders, making them slick and bloody. She winced, she hated the sight of blood and felt like fainting. She must remain strong for Langly's sake.
15 minutes later, the medics and police arrived, shortly after Mulder. The medics carefully loaded the wounded Langly onto a stretcher while Mulder asked what had happened.
She gave her statement then adde;, " Madeline's gone. She's still on the loose Mulder."
" She might try leave Washington. We'll set up roadblocks on the highway," Mulder assured her before ringing up the highway patrol unit. " I can't believe she shot Langly," Carly wrung her hands, " It's all my fault."
" You can't help it if your sister is a psycho," Mulder reassured her, " she'll be going back to prison once she's captured. And she will be refused bail too." " I can't believe she shot Langly," Carly wrung her hands, " It's all my fault."
" You can't help it if your sister is a psycho," Mulder reassured her, " she'll be going back to prison once she's captured."
" What if you don't find her?"
" We'll find her. Trust me."
End of flashback
There's been no word yet from Agent Mulder. How hard can it be to find and capture a 30-something year old woman with a gun?
" Pull over!" someone was shouting through a megaphone speaker to Madeline, " Pull over and come out of the vehicle with your hands up!"
Fat chance buddy, Madeline thought grimly. She was almost out of Washington DC, nearing a highway and had been followed by the police and FBI. She was driving at top speed and had almost side-swiped other drivers. I'm never going back to prison, Madeline thought grimly. A car whizzed by her, the driver honking and shouting abuse at her.
A few minutes later two police cars squealed to a stop in front of her, blocking her exit. Madeline calmly reached for her gun. Mulder ran over to the car when he heard a gunshot. He sighed as he saw the blood-splattered window on the driver's side. Madeline was slumped over the steering wheel, dead.