From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: 5 Apr 2002 17:16:05 -0000
Subject: The face of evil by Jessica
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Title: The face of evil

Author: Jessica   ( j_rothen@yahoo.se )

Rating: PG-13

Category: MSR

Spoiler: None. Before season 7

Summary: Donnie Pfaster is free and out for blood. 

Disclaimer: The X-files, Mulder and Scully belong to FOX 
and they are not mine. 

Note: English is not my first language so spelling/ grammar
 mistake may occur.

My heart is racing in my chest. The darkness surrounds me and
my hands are trembling. I know that he's out
there somewhere. I can feel him close. I can hear him breathing
in the dark. My legs feel weak as I start to move. I want out
of this place. I know he'll come for me if I start to run. 
He's like a tiger that is just waiting for the strike. I refuse
to be scared. I'm stronger than that. I refuse to surrender to
my fears. The small hair on the back of my neck rises slowly 
and I know that he's near. I turn around with my hands still 
trembling. He's standing just a few meters from me. I can't 
see his eyes but I know he's smiling. He knows as well as I 
that he's got me.  
 I stand there frozen. It seems like the door is miles
away. He moves closer and I can see the knife in his hand. I 
know he's bigger than me. I refuse to be scared. He whispers my
name in the dark as he moves even closer. Somewhere in 
the back of my head a voice whispers: "Move! Move!
Move or die!"
I leap forward and push hard and somehow I manage to caught 
him off guard and he stumble backward. Run! Run! the voices 
screams out and I do just that. I run. Panic is creeping closer
as I hear him up on his feet and gaining on me. The door seems
so far away. Suddenly I fall and I fall hard. He's over me like
the tiger he is. He pushes me down on the cold floor and looks
my legs under him. I dropped my gun when I fell and I know now 
that he's got me. But still I refuse to give up. 
I will never give up. He holds me down easy and smiles
down at me. I can't move. I know it's pointless to scream. 
He would like that, though. I know him by heart. His eyes are 
glowing in the dark. I used to think that the face of evil was
a demonic face. I know now that that's not true. The face of 
evil is a human face. As I look him straight into his eyes I 
know that he's the devil and I'm in hell.
The knife glows in the dark as he reaches for it. I know he 
wants me to beg for my life. I'll never do that. I never 
expected it to end like this. I watch as he brings down the 
knife and I scream out load. 
I close my eyes and prepare myself for what is to come. 

Two days earlier.

I know he's out there somewhere. I know he'll come for me soon. 
I refuse to be scared. Then he would win. I try to act like
it's nothing but I can't. He's still there, lingering in my 
mind. He came to me last night in my dreams. I woke up with my
whole body covered in sweat. I'm afraid of the dark. I hate 
being alone these days. But I refuse to surrender to that 
feeling. Mulder is watching over me like a hawk. I know he 
means well but he can't help now. I have to do this alone 
otherwise I will never be free.

Donnie Pfaster took a bite of the hamburger and closed his 
eyes. He was finally free. He could breathe fresh air again. 
He was free. 
He had vowed that the first thing he would do when he got out 
was to take a bite of a hamburger. He smiled at the 
pretty waitress that poured up a new cup of coffee for him and 
said:
- You have wonderful hair.......

She looked sad. Fox Mulder studied his partner in the corner 
of his eye. She looked pale. He wondered if she had gotten any 
sleep since they got the news that Donnie Pfaster had escaped 
from prison. He guessed not. She never said anything but he 
knew that she was scared. He could see it in her eyes. She was 
easy to read in that way. Her eyes always gave it away. 
They had just left the crime scene that he Donnie Pfaster had
left behind. He had killed the twenty-year-old Mary Carter
brutally and cut of her hair and fingers. He was back and 
looking for blood. Mulder knew that he was after Scully. 
It was just a matter of time. 

I knew he was afraid for me. I wish I could tell him that he
shouldn't. I wish I could tell him that this wasn't his fight.
But I know he wouldn't listen. 
Now a young girl was dead. I know this was just the beginning.
I know I have to stop this somehow. He wants me and he'll get
me. It's the only way to stop this madness.

He moved in the shadows. Watching from the darkness was his
thing. He felt safe there. He felt stronger there. She was
a beauty. He used to dream of her. She was like an angel 
always out of reach. But he knew that she would be his someday.
It was written in the stars. They belonged together. Now he
was standing in her apartment with his heart racing in his
chest. He was nervous. He could smell her. Her scent was 
everywhere. He moved to the bedroom to watch her sleeping.
She was lying on her back. She looked lovely. Her hair 
seemed to glow in the dark. He had dreamt of this moment. He
had imagined what he would say and what she would do. Their
time was finally here. It was time for him to show her his
world. He smiled in the dark and moved to
the bed.

Mulder woke with a scream still lingering in his mind. It 
was still dark outside his window. He looked at the clock and
found it was around three in the morning. He felt restless.
He could feel that something was wrong. He tried to push that
feel aside and tried to go back to sleep but it was no use.
Something inside of him knew that something terrible had 
happened. It was like a whisper in the back of his head. 
He got up and dressed as fast as he could. He knew she was in
trouble. He could feel it. It felt like something was slowly
tearing his heart apart. She needed him.

Darkness met me when I opened my eyes. He was close. I
can feel his present in the dark. He had surprised me in
the apartment and knocked me unconscious. My head hurts a bite.
I had never expected him to show up at my apartment so soon 
after he had killed the young woman. I knew that he would come
but not like that. I sit up and look around. I'm sitting on
an old bed in a dirty room. While I was gone he dressed me in
a black dress. I run my hand over the fabric and try to calm
myself down. This is his game and I refuse to let him win
this time around. I refuse to give in to my fears. I try to 
stand up but my legs feel weak and I sit down again. I feel
dizzy. I have to stay strong and sharp. I have to think.
- So, we finally met again, Dana...
The devil that has been chasing me for years now comes out of
the dark and moves towards me. Donnie Pfaster is smiling as
he's looking at me.
- Do you like the dress?
I feel so dizzy. My head hurts. I need to get out of this 
place. I won't let him win.
- Let me go, Donnie.
- I like when you are saying my name.
He is standing just an arm length away. His eyes are glowing in 
the darkness of the room.
- Where am I?
- This is my world, Dana. Have ever wondered what it would be
like? 
- What do you want? I swear if you touch me I'll kill you.
- Oh, don't say that. I have already touched you...Don't you
see? We belong together. 
I need to get out of this place. I wish that the room wouldn't
spin so. He's by my side now. I can smell him on me. His 
hand is cold as he takes my hand. He leans closer and whisper
my name. He leads me out of the room and into a long hallway.
"Run!Run!Run!" a voice is screaming and somehow I manage to 
break free and I'm starting to run. A door appears if from 
nowhere and I pray it will lead to freedom. But as I open the
door I find myself running into a huge abandoned warehouse.
I know he's behind me. I can feel him.

She's out there somewhere. He has got her. Fox Mulder wanted 
to scream. Time was running out. 
Mulder had no idea where to start to look for her. She could
be anywhere by now.
Donnie Pfaster would not stop until she was dead. Now he had
her in his power. 
Mulder prayed that she had the strength to fight him this 
time. Than he did something he had never done before he 
prayed to god for a sign.
That day god was listening. A message came over the radio. 
A sign. They had found her car. 

So this will be my end. When I imagine my death it has always
been that I'll go peacefully with my family around me. Not
like this and surely not by his hand. But maybe this is my 
faith. I know I have to stay calm. I'm not afraid anymore. I
used to fear death but I'm no longer afraid. As I see the 
knife in his hand I feel so calm. I know that I'll be safe 
in my lords arms. Donnie Pfaster has lost this game. He can
never break me. I'm stronger than him. The victory is mine.
As he brings the knife down I look him straight into his eyes
and say:
- I win.
Then I close my eyes and prepare myself to meet my maker.
The sound of gunfire pierce the silence of the warehouse and 
I open my eyes just in time to see death come knocking. 
Donnie Pfaster looked surprised as the bullet enters his body 
and pierce his black heart. With blood coming out of his mouth
he falls forward and the last thing I remember before darkness
takes me over was the feeling of peace. 

- Scully, open your eyes! Scully, please.
With the sound of Mulders voice, the world came back slowly.
I open my eyes slowly and I found him kneeling down beside me.
He looks worried.
- Say something. Are you okay?
My head hurts and my legs feel like Jell-O otherwise I feel
great. I smile at him and say:
- I have never felt better.
He takes me in his arms and holds me close. I feel so safe 
there. I listen to his heartbeat as he lifts me up and carries
me to his car. I feel stronger than ever. 
I know of the darkness that is out there.
But I won this round of the game.
For now I'm a winner.

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