"Tell me it's a dream... tell me it will all go away if i open my eyes." he whispered.

"I can't do that, you son of a bitch. You diserve what you had coming, everything you had coming. I have no pitty for you."

"Lie. I need to hear it."

"I will not lie for you, or anyhting you do. Not anymore..."

"I used to look up to you. You were the one who protected us!"

"But NOT anymore. No more will i guide you, you guided yourself into hell, so i will not fetch you out."

"I always thought you would stay on my side."

"So did I... that was before you did the unthinkable... Mulder."

"Tell me where she is damnit!"

"I can't do that! You know i can't!"

"TELL ME!"

"Mulder sit down!"

"I'm not the bastard here, YOU are!"

"Mul--!"

A gun shot rang through the building.

Will struct the toy gun that was hidden in his back pocket and pushed it to his peer's head.

"Not gonna get out of this one are you?" he whispered loudly, so the small collection of cast members, scattered over the empty auditorium could hear.

"Looks that way, ain't it?" he replied. "But you know how i can pull things out of my sleeve" witht that he slid out a dagger from under his right sleeve and swung it around to Will's neck, holding it procariusly close to his skin.

"Gun beats the knife, you should know that Hamilton." he said.

"Yes... but good beats evil."

"Not in my book!" Will said, and pulled the trigure. A fake gun shot sound was trigured through the speakers and the teen fell off the stage ontot a pile of gym matts. "We'll see how prepared you were once i get to your kingdom, lord... we will see."

"And SCENE" the teacher called, cueing the kids to clap and cheer. "Very good Will and Jason, we have made progress these past few nights, ehh?"

"Sure have, sir." Jason said standing up and walking over to his bags that lay on the floor a few feet away. Everyone else got up and proceeded to the exits. Will decided to take the back. He grabbed his things together and waltzed about the backstage, heading towards the door. When he reached to push it open, a crash came from behind the last curtin. He looked back curiously. His curiosity always got the better of him, and he began to turn around. When he opened the curtin, he saw the glimpse of a shadw run off the stage and out another door. He quickly followed, fearing the dark figure. He chased it into the halls and down to another exit where he fianally lost it. He looked around at the dark, confused and scared. The only thing that seemed to be left was a scrap of paper, or what he thought was jsut a scrap. He walked away not even caring to look.

But alas, he should have. It was a newspaper article. And it seems a certin FBI agent in D.C. was murdered yesterday, not just any FBI agent. Assistant Directior Walter Skinner.