From: rhonddal@aol.com (RhonddaL)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: CALIGINOSITY (R) 1/1
Date: 9 Mar 1996 05:29:12 -0500


Disclaimers: The following is based on characters and ideas developed by
Chris Carter. I don't own anything but the idea. 
WARNING! I'll give this an R rating due to language. It was written to be
disturbing. I hope I succeeded. So be forewarned.

CALIGINOSITY
by Rhondda Lake

     That far off rasping. What is it? One more circuit. The sound
speeding up. Nothing. Only my own breathing echoing through eternity. I'm
still alone. Well, as alone as I can be.
     I slump to the ground. No energy left. My throat is aflame. Screaming
for too long to indifferent ears. Water. I've already licked the moisture
from the walls. My tongue is so thick and swollen. Leathery in my mouth. 
    How long have I been here? Hours? Days? Weeks? I can't remember. I
don't even remember how I got to be here in the first place. Alone. With
this THING before me. 
    This thing. I can tell you exact dimensions by now. Trace the outline
of it in my sleep. Not much else to look at here. Barnacles on it. I tried
licking the moisture from it as well. But there is salt there. Only makes
the thirst worse.
    It's surface is cold. This pit of hell is cold. I think my soul is as
well. 
    I saw my father a little while ago. He walked right through that wall.
Yes, right there. He laughed at me. 
    "Thought you could get ahead? Always the short and easy road for you.
And what did it get ya, Alex? Damn stupid kid. Shit stupid. Not any kid a
mine. Your momma musta' screwed the town idiot to get YOU boy. Mr.
I'm-gonna-go-off-and-make-people-respect-me."
     I would have yelled at him to shut up. But my throat... it still
hurts. I think I tried to cry. Nothing came out. My eyes burn too. 
     My last drink was bitter, it burned as much as it relieved. I had to
fight not to puke it up. Moisture is too precious.
     Every once in a while I scratch at the door. Sometimes I even get up
the energy to pound on it. It hurts like crazy. Just one more pain to add
to the list. My hands are swollen and bruised from pounding. 
     I heard once that a woman somewhere, somewhere where food was scarce,
she drained her blood to feed to her children. I've been looking at my
wrist. If I bit in, would the blood slake this thirst? Or would it speed
up my death? Which am I more afraid of? I don't know anymore.
     He was here. Just a minute ago. Mulder. That smug, moralistic
bastard. He was laughing at me. Just sat there staring at me. Enjoying
watching me in this state. I could see it in his eyes. He never said a
word. Just laughed at me, and kept that fucking cocky shit eating grin on
his face. I think I took a swing at him. Break his fucking nose and ruin
that pretty boy face. Choke the shit out of him. Watch his eyes bug out as
I squeeze with the last of my strength. But when I swung at him he
disappeared. I sometimes wonder if he was here at all. Yah. He was here.
Just to gloat. 
     What was that? That far off rasping. Time to circle the room again.
While my legs still work. The sound speeds up as I look. Oh yah, It's my
breathing.
     I wonder how long it will be before it stops.

End.
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