CHAPTER NINE

Hannah snorted, " Now that, I don't believe. This is wasting my time." She turned to go.

" I thought you'd say that," the Well-Manicured man replied, " Which is why I bought these." He held out a folder with papers.

" What's this?"

" Your birth certificate. Your mother's death certificate. Letters. Everything you need to know is here."

Hannah frowned, she still didn't believe him. " I already have a father." She told him coldly, " He's been dead for ten years."

" He's not your biological father." The Well-Manicured Man corrected her, " Your mother became involved with me during a rough patch in her marriage with your father. As a result you were conceived. I never wanted to know about you so-"

" You paid her off to keep quiet about it." Hannah finished, " I've seen it done on soap operas. Nice try."

" Just the read documents. You'll soon know."

" I don't want to see you again-ever." Hannah told him before stalking furiously down the street.

Hannah sat at the table, head in her hands. So the Well-Manicured Man's claims were true. He was her biological father. He would never replace her deceased father. It would also explain a few things-why he kept following her, why he subjected her to those tests and why he always objected at Krychek for hurting her.

She gathered up the papers and shoved them back into the folder. Now she knew the truth, she was going to burn them. No one else needed to know.

Something from the folder fluttered to the floor and she picked it up. She glanced at it briefly before heading to the fireplace.

Scully rang the bell for a second time. Hannah still hadn't answered. Perhaps she was asleep. She took the spare key out and unlocked the door.

" Hello?" she called, heading into the kitchen. She noticed a piece of paper resting on the bench. She glanced at it.

Dear Dana

Sorry I couldn't be here but there's something I have to do. I can't ever be safe unless Krychek is properly taken care of.

Hannah.

Scully's cell phone went off and she answered it, " Scully."

" It's Skinner." Walter Skinner sounded worried, " Have you seen Hannah?"

" I just got a note from her. Something about Krychek. Do you know anything about this?"

" I'm afraid I do. She visited me earlier."

" What has she done now?"

" She's stolen my gun. I think she's going to kill him. "

" Stop right there Krychek." Hannah warned as she saw the figure. They were outside an apartment building and he had just left it. He turned and saw it was Hannah…and she was pointing a gun at him.

" Take one more move and I'll-"

" And you'll what, shoot me?" Krychek sneered, " You'll never use that thing. And strop trying to sound tough. It doesn't suit you."

He turned and Hannah's finger moved to the trigger. A shot was fired. But it wasn't from her gun.

Hannah didn't feel any pain. She glanced down at herself, blood was pouring from her ribs. Her mouth opened as she tried to say something but nothing came out. The world spun dizzily as she collapsed to the ground.

" Hannah!" Scully and Skinner saw Hannah collapse and they raced to her side. Hannah was bleeding profusely, " Call an ambulance." Scully said to Skinner.

" Krychek…" Hannah rasped.

" He's gone." Scully smoothed her hair from her face. Hannah had gone grey.

" Don't worry, you'll be fine." Scully assured her. Please don't leave me now! Scully thought.

" I'll never be safe." Hannah whispered before her eyes closed.

" Hannah, no." Scully whispered.