From: LuvSpender@aol.com
Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1999 22:44:26 EST
Subject: as the flame burns out


Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998
From: Paranoia73@aol.com


Title: The Flame Burns Out
Author: Paranoia
Rating: PG-13 (kinda graphic blood and stuff)
Spoilers: none
Archive: yes, please! just put my name with it.

Summary: A stakeout gone terribly wrong.... *Character death* Disclaimer:
I do not, repeat do not, own these characters. If i did, i would be doing
great things with my life. like wallowing in the sun with DD and going on
safari's in africa and getting ebola from a monkey bite, well, not that,
but you get the picture. Thanks for letting me borrow them Chris!  And
10-13, and DD, and GA, and.... yadda yadda yadda

This i dedicated to my friend Holly for putting up with all my annoying
shit i put her through.  send comments to paranoia73@aol.com or
LuvSpender@aol.com (i'm dumb and forgot how to make an email link,
sorry!!)

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As the Flame Burns Out
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Scully watched the dark shadow about 20 feet away from her. It's 
movements
blending in amongst the other shadows.
She raised her gun. It had to be him, every agent was gone from the 
area,
digging up evidence in new areas of the warehouse. There was enough to
cover.
Plus to be wandering around alone would be plain crazy.
But there was a twinge in her heart. What if she was wrong?
But if she didn't move ahead, she could be letting a madman go scotch 
free.
And she knew David Sumner, the perpetrator supposedly hiding out here 
was
far from sane. After torturing 13 children and dissembowling them, you 
couldn't
be sane.
She watched as the figure pulled something out. Even from her distance, 
she
seen a glint to it.
<A gun> she realized.
That was enough reason to make her move.
"Freeze!! FBI!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
The figure whirled around, in what looked like shock. The gun still at 
hand.
Scully aimed for the head and pulled the trigger. She seen the man fall 
to
the ground.
She ran to the fallen body-not a touch of guilt in her bones for what 
she
did.
This man deserved death and more. And she felt like it was equal 
justice.
Scully gasped as she reached the body. It couldn't be, she pleaded to 
God,
to Fate, to anything that could change this.
Kneeling down over the convulsing body of her partner, she felt tears 
making
their path down her face.
His hands were grasping and ungrasping the surrounding air. His eyes
searching frantically in hopes that something could change this fate of 
his.
Blood was rapidly pooling around his head, pooling to the point where it
started trailing to other areas.
"Mulder" she whispered.
She grasped his hand, finally giving it something to grasp.
His eyes finally settled on her, eyes that were filled with pain and 
sadness
of being hurt and screwed so many times by others. They were turning 
from
that beautiful hazel color to a bright maroon, telling Scully without 
words there
was no hope.
She heard a gagging as he tried to get the blood from his airways.
"I'm sorry" she cried aloud, to Mulder, God, and anyone who would 
listen.
Hoping she would be pitied and things would change. Pulling his body in 
her
lap she stroked his hair and face.
She could sense that death was close, his body shaking and shivering 
from
shock, fright, and everything that went through your head as you died.
In her arms, he began to jerk uncontrollably. His organs were failing on
him. Why couldn't they try harder? They did so many other times when 
things
happened to him.
Scully laid there as she felt his bladder go for the last time, 
wondering if
he could feel it, feel anything. Or if he was already gone into 
afterlife.
She continued her silent and useless plead. Why did it have to end this 
way?
So soon? Too many things had gotten into Fox Mulder's path and he hadn't 
let
it beat him, destroy him? He couldn't give up now, not now. There was so
much more to go.
His grip was crushing Scully's hand. Yet, both were unaware of it.
Mulder, probably not aware of anything, and Scully only aware of her 
mortal mistake.
Then it ended. Mulder's body went slack, his grip loosened as his hand 
fell
to the ground. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull to reveal a 
red
nothingness.
She laid there sobbing, still holding his body as agents rushed to the
scene.
The truth, gone forever. 

End 

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