From jimcaz@dircon.co.uk Wed Sep 25 12:39:25 1996 Return-Path: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Received: from chaos.taylored.com (chaos.taylored.com [206.53.224.58]) by sh1.ro.com (8.7.6/8.6.9) with SMTP id OAA31570 for ; Wed, 25 Sep 1996 14:25:55 -0500 Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 25 Sep 1996 17:57:16 -0000 Delivered-To: x-files-fanfic-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by alias); 25 Sep 1996 17:57:15 -0000 Delivered-To: xff-outgoing@chaos.taylored.com Received: (qmail-queue invoked by uid 1003); 25 Sep 1996 17:57:11 -0000 Received: (qmail-queue invoked from smtpd); 25 Sep 1996 17:57:03 -0000 Received: from felix.dircon.co.uk (@193.128.224.10) by chaos.taylored.com with SMTP; 25 Sep 1996 17:57:02 -0000 Received: by felix.dircon.co.uk id AA27576 (5.67b/IDA-1.5 for ); Wed, 25 Sep 1996 18:41:29 +0100 Message-Id: <199609251741.AA27576@felix.dircon.co.uk> Received: from gw4-103.pool.dircon.co.uk(194.112.36.103) by amnesiac via smap (V1.3) id sma027543; Wed Sep 25 18:40:58 1996 From: "Jim & Carol Gritton" To: "Fanfic Mailing List" Subject: New: Death 1/1 Date: Wed, 25 Sep 1996 18:39:25 +0100 X-Msmail-Priority: Normal X-Priority: 3 X-Mailer: Microsoft Internet Mail 4.70.1155 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Sender: owner-x-files-fanfic@chaos.taylored.com Precedence: bulk X-UIDL: 24096fc1d3ec4598b5a014f4bbc6a3f3 Disclaimer: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully etc. are the property of Chris Carter, Fox Broadcasting and Ten Thirteen Productions and are used without permission. No infringement of copyright intended. I do this for the love of it! Constructive comment and criticism welcome, anything else will be cheerfully ignored! Just a little piece I came up with when feeling depressed recently. The title is self explanatory. WARNING: Character dies! Death 1/1 by Carol Gritton (jimcaz@dircon.co.uk) He was in that dark place again - in fact, he had spent most of his adult life in that dark place. Now he'd had enough - he wanted out. Out of the pain, the guilt, the hopelessness and the futility that dogged his every waking moment. He didn't want to *feel* anymore. . Her soft, lilting entreaty caressed his ear like the warm brush of a lover's kiss. He thought a lot about death, wondering if anyone would mourn his passing. He wondered whether anyone would miss him, or even notice that he was gone. Given the choice, he wanted to go quickly - he didn't want to spend time hovering in some twilight zone between life and death. . He lay there, and Death came, taking him into her warm embrace. He surrendered to her willingly, without fear, without regret. He looked down, and saw the empty shell that had held his soul lying on the hospital bed, heard the soft weeping of the woman that was holding his lifeless hands in hers. He entered a blissful oblivion. Fox Mulder was no more. The End