PART TWO: The Lost Death of Stacey Grimwell
Up until her last day alive, Stacey Grimwell's life was very boring. Her hair was bleak and un-toned. Her friend were lazy and barely litterate. Her father was a buisnessman, always away on some exotic job, and her mother wondered why her daughter was so plain and un-ordinary. But this day, her last day, would prove to be the most eventful one of her entire life, which was utterly pathetic, non the less, sad. She sat on her trampalene with her small, ordinary puppy, watching swirls in the sky pass over her. They threatened violently to sweep down and pick her to the heavenless sky where she could finally live peacefully. But the threats were all in her head, and she knew she was stuck on this earth for a good 20 more years, at least. At least that is what she thought.
Her mother, Linsey, pulled up in her deep blue PT cruizer, and stepped out into the humid, mid-day air. She smiled, then her eyes caught her sighing daughter up behind the pool on the trampalene, playing, half dead, with Pepper. Her smile fadded. She wanted so dearly to communicate with her daughter, bond with her. She had tried countless times before, but was always shrugged off by her. She walked up the moist grass, beyond the pool, and stood in front of her. The wind began to pick up as her words left her mouth.
"Stacey, honey, what is bothering you." she asked, concerned for her daughter. The moment Stacey looked up she knew her very short life, soon to be over, was now, not so ordinary. A water funnel had formed in the sky and was hurtiling towards her house. Pepper began to bark insanely, and she smiled.
"Mom," she began. Her mother looked deep into her crystal eyes. "I love you." Just as the words left her lips,the funnel ripped through there yard and came screeching towards them. Not one moment before Stacey was killed, she could swear, she saw her mother word the same to her. And that, to her, was very un-ordinary.
Scully jumped out of her shower and grabbed her nearest towel. She heared the banging on her apartment door and knew who it had to be.
"HOLD ON!" she yelled in soft anger. She opened the mirror cabinet to retreive her comb, and her hand waved over the cinnomin flavored shampoo Mulder had given her for her birthday. What a useless, strange, gift it was. She was surprised she hadn't thrown it out yet. She let go of the thought and grabbed her comb, pulling on a shirt and jeans. When she got to the door, Mulder was soaked like a cat.
"Scully" he gasped, charging into her apartment. "Turn ont he news." he said commandinly. Before she could, however, he himself grabbed the remote and flipped on channel 4. On the screen was an image Scully had never seen before. The headline below it though, scared her more than anything.
WATER TORNADO HURRTLES TOWARDS DC AREA-
She felt faint for a moment, then turned to Mulder. He only smiled.