A/N: I would like to apologize on the delay in my writing this story. I'd like to thank my friend who keeps pushing me to finish. School has started, and I have several hours of homework each night, but I PROMISE to update once a week. Fair enough?

I would like to thank Rosalielillian, Stang710, Lilyofthevalley4, and NightBloomingJasmine2 for the reviews! They make my day to read them.

I'm sorry again for the delay (summer got in the way; I moved out of state, things were crazy!) To make up for it, I made this chapter longer, and, on with the show! . . .

Odyssey

Scully opened her eyes and looked around at her unfamiliar surroundings. She looked down at herself, and saw that someone had changed her clothes to an ugly blue jumpsuit. She heard a noise and snapped her head up.

"I see you're awake." A man said. He looked familiar to her; something nagging at her that bothered her.

"Where are my clothes? Why did you change my clothes?" She asked.

"You don't like those; why, they're such a pretty color. Blue. More than that. Cerulean blue. Like your eyes, a pretty cerulean blue."

It hit her with stark realization. "Pusher!"

"No, he died, weakling. Sadly, I am the only of the originals that remain."

"Originals of what?"

"My dear, don't you know? The first set of abductees to be transformed into what I believe you call super soldiers. Most of us failed horribly, however, and, sadly, I am the only one remaining."

He continued, "Now, don't worry your head off. You do look lovely in the cerulean blue." The man's words finally took hold of her. She heard a voice inside her head. 'Go to sleep. . .' she was more than willing to comply as her head hung over.

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The lone gunmen were speeding along the crowded streets, desperately looking for the building where they believed their friend was being held captive.

"Are you sure your info is correct Byers?" Frohikey asked.

"Yes. The last known transmitter we got from the GPS locator was that address. Mulder's got to be there." They both lurched forward as Langley stomped on the breaks. "This is the place!" He cried.

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The man lit yet another cigarette as he looked at the group of men assembled in the room in front of him.

"News, Krychek?"

"Everyone except Anthony is dead and he's got Mulder and Scully." Krychek emerged from the shadows of the dimly lit room.

"Well, they're the least of our problems." the man said, smashing his cigarette in an ash tray and reaching into his pocket to get another one.

One of the men in the room spoke up. "Everyone is dead? Who is "everyone?"

"In 1971, a group of people were abducted, and made into super soldiers. Most of them failed, except for one. He had the ability to read minds and can't die except in a direct blow to the back of the neck. The rest failed. One by one, Anthony killed them off. He was about to kill the last one when Mulder and Scully got involved. They were on a stake out. Anthony grabbed Scully and I guess later got to Mulder, but relocated the guy and finished him off too." Krychek said.

"Ah, I see."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Krychek asked the smoking man. The man reached over and whispered something in his ear.

He nodded.

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The lone gunmen swiftly picked the lock on the door outside the ratty building where they were positive Mulder was.

They got in, and went in, calling "Mulder!" They found a room with a staircase. They went up it, and found a long hallway with many doors. Langley reached for the first door and tried the knob. He looked inside. It was dark, and had a musty smell. He called, "Mulder?" And turned on his flash light and entered the room.

"Let's split up and search. This might take a while." Byers said, turning in the opposite direction.

"Or not!" Langley cried. "It's Scully!" The other two rushed into the room and found an unconscious Scully slumped over in a chair. She was bound at her wrists and ankles.

Frohikey reached into his pocket and drew out a pocket knife, easily slicing through the rope binding her to the chair.

"Scully?" Came a familiar voice from the door. "Frohikey? Langley? Byers? wha-"

"Mulder?" they said in unison. "What happened to you? Where were you?" They asked him a stream of questions, but he didn't seem to hear them. He walked to Scully and gently placed his hand on her face. "Scully?" He asked again, softer this time.

She jerked slightly, and her eyes fluttered open. "Mulder- what? He- he- that rat bastard he said you were dead he had pictures, oh, god!" She flung her arms around him. "Oh god!" she said again, trembling ferociously.

All the lone gunmen could do was look at each other. They weren't stupid; there was something more going on there than they let on. Just then, they heard footsteps. Everyone turned, and Byers drew out his pocketknife, and Langley and Frohikey drew out guns. A figure stepped forward.

"Anthony." Langley said.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Mulder asked Anthony. Just then gunshots erupted as Langley and Frohikey opened fire. Anthony stumbled slightly, and said, "What's on everybody's mind? Brainwaves!"

Mulder reached and grabbed Byers' knife out of his hands. He swiftly and cleanly sliced it into the back of Anthony's neck. A foamy green goo emitted, effectively ending his life.

"Let's get the hell out of here." He said. He lightly grabbed Scully's wrist and lead her out of the room. The gunmen were only too eager to follow.

They had just reached the bottom of the staircase when a loud, distinct beeping came from no where. "Run!" Mulder said, as he dragged Scully as fast as he could toward the street that the building was facing and, upon reaching the other side of the street, grabbed Scully around her waist and lunged as hard and far as he could, and they landed in the grass just as a large explosion sounded.

BOOM!

Mulder looked to his left and right, making sure that the gunmen were okay. Upon seeing that they were fine, he turned and looked at the wreckage that was the building he had been held captive in for several days.

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"Is it done?" The man asked, lighting his cigarette lighter.

"Yes, he's dead. There's nothing left." Krychek said.

"Good. Destroy all the evidence."

Krychek nodded.

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A/N: Again, I apologize for the slow update! I'm thinking of doing one more follow up chapter. Tell me what you think! Otherwise, I might forget about it for a while (you see, I'm really good at that!).

Keep reviewing! I love them!

Ohh, did anyone get the Batman Forever part?

Thank you for sticking with me and reading my story despite my not writing for a few months. I really do appreciate it!