"Croatoan," written by Justine B.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There was something on the island, always lurking, always hunting for its next victim. Whether it was a spirit from the Lost Colony or simply another addition to the government's Conspiracy, even Scully wouldn't deny it's existence on Roanoke Island.
Disclaimer: X-Files…mine? Nope.
A/N: One of my favorite parts of the X-Files is the wacky and elaborate cases the writers have managed to put together using a trail of supernatural, paranormal, or all around scientific clues. I hope my writing reflects a little bit of my interest. And if you sense a hint of Lost, yes—I am fan.
A/N2: I always like to make previews for my stories, so I sort have something climatic to work with as I write. Also, being a new X-File writer, I guess this is in a way an introduction to my writing style. I'd love to hear some thoughts on this, even though it's rather short. Feedback ismuch more than welcome! I'm very accepting to constructive cricitism expecially. Want to flame me? Lol, go ahead. I'll just ignore you. :)
Preview—taken from the chapter The Truth
Mulder scrambled through the forest floor, his skin and clothing soaked with mud, his face drenched with fear. Out of nowhere a root would jut out of the ground and take him off guard, throwing his body to the ground he'd already been well acquainted with countless times that night. The canopy of trees was momentarily protecting him from the rainfall. But where they didn't succeed with helping him they failed, making every step in darkness what seemed to be a never ending trudge through an exotic forest so far from home yet, geographically, so close.
Animals shrieked and bawled all around him. Movement in the trees above or perhaps in the undergrowth near his footing would interrupt his desperate hike. He'd dart his green eyes through the thick nighttime just as an impulsive act of identifying the additional creature as friend or foe. Or human, for that matter.
His legs were sore from the strenuous journey, his ankles weak. And as a result, every step would send a pulsating pain through his limbs—an attempt to disable his motor functions, Mulder thought grimly. Over the past week on such an incomprehensible—such an inexplicable island, one thing had been made well apparent.
Someone didn't want them here—someone or something—and yet this being was doing everything its power to prohibit them from leaving the island.
Another root appeared almost out of nowhere, and Mulder was sent face-first to the muddy floor. An insect much larger than something he would have seen in D.C. slithered past his face and he let out a cry. But his cry was muffled by the ground. Inwardly he cursed, feeling guilt for the position he'd put Scully and himself in; and not just the two of them but also the innocent lives that had already been lost by such a reckless force let loose on the island.
Mulder sobbed into the forest floor. He refused to believe the truth, but somehow he knew that there was no other possible scenario. Maybe it was too late.
His fists pounded the ground with such strength that, if fully alert, he may have sworn that the ground itself shook with tremors and repercussions of his own emotional status. Or were those slightly imaged tremors merely another addition of the island's unrelenting anger? The island was an oddity in itself, so why wouldn't it be possible?
There was no presence of reassurance left. Mulder lifted his head in agony and gaped at the sky masked with trees, yearning—longing—to see the stars, just so he could find one last tinge of comfort in hoping that Scully was looking at the same stars. But instead something on the ground in front of him, not even a hundred feet away, caught his attention. It gleamed and glistened, sharing the same luminance as a star. In fact, the hope it brought to a despondent heart gave him a form of comfort—comfort in knowing something actual—something real—something accurate for once.
As he stared wide-eyed in front of him, his jaw dropped and whole body frozen, Mulder finally knew the truth about Roanoke, Virginia, and accepted it for what it really was.