Sorry it's been a while guys, but I've been up to my eyeballs with school work, plus stuff for uni as I'm hopefully heading off to Leeds to study Forensic Psychology in September. Hope you enjoy this chapter and I promise I will update again soon.
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"Come on, come on," Mulder muttered partly to himself and partly to the traffic that was refusing to move around him as he hung up and tried Scully's house phone again. All it did was ring. "Come on Scully pick up the Goddamn phone." He cursed quietly as it switched to answer machine after what had seemed like the hundredth ring.
"Hi this is Dana Scully, I can't get to the phone right now but if you leave a message after the beep I'll get back to you as soon as I can." The machine beeped and Mulder started to leave a message but a soft click on the other end of the line stopped him.
"Scully? Are you ok?" He asked, assuming she'd picked up. Nothing. "Scully?" He spoke again. There was a muffled sound in the background that he couldn't quite make out. A few moments later there was another sound, much more distinct, that made his blood run cold.
"Mulder!" Then came a dull thud before the line went dead and the dial tone rang ominously in his ear.
"Shit," he groaned slightly before pounding his fist on the car horn in a futile attempt to get the traffic moving.
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Back in the apartment 'Michael' lifted the now unconscious Scully off of the floor and carried her across the living room and into her bedroom. He passed the light switch without so much as a second glance so the room was illuminated only by a streetlamp outside. Gently he lay her down on the bed, smoothing some hair away from her face and wiping a trickle of blood that emanated at her hairline and was already starting to make its way down past her eye. He stared at her for a moment, guilt flashed across his face as he watched her. It remained there for a few fleeting seconds before vanishing and being replaced by his usual stoic expression.
Checking that she was still out cold he left the room and crossed the living room to the front door, grabbing her car keys from where they lay on the table. Unlocking the door quickly and quietly he exited the apartment before closing the door silently behind him. He moved stealthily down the corridor, opting to take the stairs rather than risking being delayed by the elevator. In no time he was standing beside Scully's car and opening the trunk. He rooted around for a few moments before locating what he wanted and pulling it clear of the trunk, shutting it with a click before locking the car and going back into the building. As he moved, the metal gas can glinted in the dim lamplight.
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"Finally!" Mulder muttered to himself as the traffic at last began to move. Pressing down on the accelerator he sped along the roads, countless buildings and other vehicles whizzing past, nothing more than a colored blur outside his window. His mind drifted back to the phone call, his memory replaying it over and over, every sound, the one word from the other end of the line, then the thud and the abruptness of the disconnect. He hated to admit it but, unless he got there really soon and Scully was able to hold him off for a bit, she was in serious trouble.
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Back in the apartment Evan stepped inside and locked the door before crossing to the dining room table and setting the gas can down gently. He had this planned for so long nothing could go wrong. Sure, her unexpectedly finding the photo and discovering his identity had been a slight drawback through sheer carelessness on his part, but nothing that couldn't be fixed or worked around, as he had demonstrated. After a few seconds contemplation he crossed the room to Scully's desk and picked up her handcuffs. Like a shadow he moved silently throughout the apartment and slipped into the bathroom.
Flicking on the light he stood in front of the medicine cabinet. He watched his reflection for a moment before opening the door and peering inside. His eyes searched the shelves, scanning the names on each bottle till he found the one he wanted. He planted it there a few weeks previously, in preparation for what he would do. Lifting it out from behind a bottle of aspirin he held it in his hand for a moment, reading the label. Chloroform. He didn't want her to suffer anymore than necessary. With a small sigh he closed the cabinet and grabbed a small washcloth before exiting the bathroom and flicking off the light. He knew exactly what he had to do.
He walked into her bedroom clutching the bottle, handcuffs and washcloth in his hands. He crossed to her bed and sat down on the edge of it next to her unconscious form. He caressed her cheek tenderly before leaning in close to her ear.
"I'm sorry I had to lie to you but I'm under no delusions, I know you would never have said two words to me if you'd know who I really was. You probably would've called the police if I'd come anywhere near you. And I couldn't have that. I had to be near you, just until I found the right time to do this. I wasn't intentionally planning on doing it tonight but you finding the photo gave me no choice; I have to do this before you have a chance to get to your partner and tell him everything. Then all I'll end up with is back behind bars and without you.
I've accepted that there's no way for us to be together here and now, not with that annoying meddling Mulder, always messing things up for us. He just can't stand to see us happy. Well, if we can't be together in this life, then I'm certain there's a place for our love in the next." He pulled away from her ear then and placed the handcuffs round her wrists, shutting them with a soft click. He then prepared the Chloroform rag before leaning back in to whisper in her ear again.
"Don't worry my sweetheart, you won't feel a thing. I wouldn't do that to you." He leaned back again and placed his hand with the rag over her mouth and nose. Her eyes shot open as he applied pressure and she began to struggle but it was no use. With his free hand he held her cuffed wrists down to prevent her from using them to extricate herself from his hold.
After about a minute or so her struggling began to subside and her eyes fluttered shut. Then she was still once more. Only when he was sure that she was out did he remove the cloth from her face. He placed a tender kiss on her lips before standing and moving to leave the room. As he reached the door he paused and turned back round to face her. Smiling slightly he spoke quietly to her unconscious body.
"I won't be long darling. I just need to prepare a few more things. Then everything will be set. No one, not even your precious partner will be able to touch us then."
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