Scullylay swathed in mud.

Her torso and legs had already been sucked into the gray green guck. Her hair was plastered against her cheeks. Her mouth hung open; clay filled the cracks between her teeth.

As she stared up at the triangular pattern of lights above her, her only thoughts were of him.

He had known, but he hadn't told her.

Her nose started to bleed.

It didn't hurt.

Her face was pressed further into the slime by the sheer weight of the thing above her.

He had lied to her.

The sound of the rushing wind was so loud that she couldn't hear herself yelling.

Lied. That hurt. Hurt more than it should.

The ship released its payload.

Her irises dilated slightly in the misty red light, creating spiraling fractal patterns on her retina.

The chute of a small object bloomed as it drifted to the ground.

He had known, but he had gone anyway.

The thermonuclear warhead fell slowly out of the sky.

One thought:

Mulder you are really going to pay for this one.

As it hit the mud by her face the bomb casing made a horrible squelching sound.