4.
'I'd like to report two missing agents.'
Walter Skinner spoke into his office phone and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. He hadn't slept and hadn't eaten since the night before. Mulder and Scully's case had gotten out of hand. The reported deaths of innocent young women, all caused by one man who was clearly insane, and all left to die in horrific ways. The problem had been, that the women who this man had attacked had all been either armed or experienced in self defence and when they had been murdered, it seemed that the attacked would have had no chance of defending himself, but he still suceeded. Skinner hadn't originally thought of it as an X-File, but Mulder had been intreged by the situation of a man who could always win in an attack over powerful and perfectly cabable women, who could easily have shot or killed him. Skinner had given them this case a few days ago, and the findings had been extensive. However, they had now been missing for over a day, and none of their cell phones were working.
Skinner sighed heavily as the voice on the other end droned on about switching Skinner through to other departments. Skinner tapped on the desk impatiently with his pen.
'Look dammit just get a search party out for Agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully.' He said angrily and then slammed the phone down. He rose from his seat quickly and grabbed his jacket. He was going to have to do some work himself to find them. His secretary came into the room holding a file.
'Sir?' She asked tentatively sensing Skinner's agitatied mood.
'Not now Mary not now…' Skinner said and held his hand up.
'Sir please, it's about Mulder and Scully…' She said, and Skiner turned to her quickly in surprise. She looked at him with wide eyes. Skinner took a deep breath.
'I'm sorry Mary.. what have you got?'
Scully had entered the downstairs room tentatively. She had opened the door and she had seen the man on the floor with his face down on the ground. He had been lying there as if he wasn't breathing, as if he was dead.
Scully had edged forward carefully and she had gone towards the man. Slowly, she had held her gun in front of her and she had turned the man over so he was lying on his back. Scully had looked down at him, his eyes had been closed. She had checked his pulse, and she had felt one. Then she had edged away from him again, ready to fire when he woke up. She had waited for a few moments, and then the man had slowly opened his eyes and sat up. She had looked at him with confusion, ready to shoot if anything happened. Slowly, the man had got up to a standing position and he had turned to her and smiled.
'Hello again.' He had said. Scully had shifted uneasily and told him to 'stay back'. But he didn't. He just looked at her, looked into her eyes. Suddenly Scully had felt weak, she had felt her knees buckle underneath her. She had felt the world spinning, but she had tried desperately to hold herself up, to stop herself from falling, and she had managed it but it had been extremely hard. She had pointed her gun right into his face and had warned him to stay back or she would have shot him. The man had stepped towards her, and had looked deep into her eyes, with a pleasant smile on his face. He had told her that she was special, that he had been waiting to find her for so long, and this was now his chance. He had told her that he was looking forward to dealing with her, because she was one of the strongest women he had ever come across. Scully had felt sick and dizzy as he had kept his stare in her eyes. She had tried to pull away from it, but it was impossible to. Scully had then felt herself drop her gun down and it had hung loosely in her hand. The man had come up to her so that he was nearly touching her face. He had lifted a hand and stroked her hair gently. Scully had tried desperately to move away, but it had been impossible. Scully then felt hot tears sting her eyes as she had realised who this man was, he was the man who had killed all those women, and everything had then become so clear. That this kidnapping was not to do with the governement, this had been to do with the case, and it was just all part of the man's plan to capture and kill her. Scully had then fallen to her knees as she felt her body go limp, and the man had brushed his lips against hers. Scully had let out a scream with all the strength she could muster, to try and alert Mulder. It had taken a lot of energy to do that, energy that she didn't have. Scully had then made a desperate attempt to fire her gun and she had desperately tried to aim it at the man, but she failed, and the gun fired mindlessly into the wall. She had then felt the man grab her and push her down onto the floor where she had felt herself lie there helplessly as he had started to move his hand to her side to where her large cut was and take off the bandage, his rough hands had touched her cold skin and she had not been able to do a thing…
The three men laughed. Mulder felt fear rush in his blood and he bolted from the room with rage. 'SCULLY!' he shouted desperately. He ran down the stairs as fast as he could and slipped on a few. He was running blindly, was Scully dead? He prayed she was all right.
Mulder pushed down the stairs and then flung into the room madly making the heavy door swing right over and bash against the wall.
The sight that he saw in front of him made him cry out in horror.