The X-Files
Chapter 3
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"Poisonous?" Scully said unsurely. "He's right, everything I've read about werewolves mentions poisonous claws." Mulder said as he painfully pushed himself straighter against the tree. Monty & Scully looked down to see the creature circling endlessly around the tree's trunk, never taking its eyes off them as it licked the remainder of Mulder's blood off its claws. "Give me your flashlight." Scully demanded, she shined it down onto the creature & almost dropped it in shock. "Oh my god." She whispered as she backed away from the edge. "It is what I thought it to be, isn't it?" Mulder said, managing a smile through his pain as Scully sat beside him. "Sunrise is in five hours, you think you can hold on til' then?" Monty said, Mulder shrugged, finding good humor in spite of the situation. "All I can do it try." As Scully looked him over, gently running a hand over his forehead to feel his temperature. "Mulder, I think Monty might be right about poison, you're starting to go into shock." "Not feeling so great either." Mulder replied as he ran a hand over his face. "How do you feel, exactly?" Monty asked. "Like lying down." Mulder replied, Scully responded by moving closer to him & guiding his head into her lap. "Here I' am… in your arms for a second time & it's still not the wild, passionate night that I had envisioned." Mulder said, Scully couldn't suppress a chuckle as she tenderly stroked his hair. "You don't have any cold compresses by any chance, do you?" She asked Monty. "Sure do." He replied as he fished a couple out for her & broke them apart. "Better?" She asked Mulder as she put one over his forehead & the other over his leg. "A little, it feels like my leg's on fire & I've got these sharp, stabbing pains." Scully looked worriedly to Monty, they both knew that those symptoms meant it was a neurotoxin. "I don't think he can wait until morning, we're going to have to make a plan 'B'." Monty said without taking his eyes off the werewolf below them. "What did you have in mind?" Scully asked. "I dropped my gun during all the commotion, I can see it. If I go down & lure the creature away, do you think you could make it to the cabin? I've got tons of weaponry in there, you'll be all set." Monty said as he reached for the latter, but Mulder took hold of his wrist. "I can't let you do this; I'm not worth losing your life over, or worse, becoming one of those things." Mulder said, Monty gently removed his wrist from Mulder's weakened grasp. "Mulder, one less crackpot hermit scientist isn't going to hurt the world any. But if you were to die, that would hurt all of us who believe. There are too many people counting on you buddy; weather or not they know it & weather or not you know it." He said as he tossed the latter down & disappeared without a second word or look.
End of chapter 3