From: LuvSpender@aol.com Date: Fri, 8 Jan 1999 22:45:36 EST Subject: Highwayman Date: Sat, 31 Oct 1998 From: Paranoia73@aol.com Title: "Highwayman" (the adapted version) Author: Paranoia Spoilers: none Rating:PG Summary: an adapted version of the "Highwayman". Of course, with the usual X-Files twist. i felt obligated to leave the original title Warning: Character deaths Disclaimer: of course these characters don't belong to me. are you stupid FOX? why would i actually try to steal them? what a terrible thought! Also the "Highwayman" doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Alfred Noyles. Bless his soul, especially after this! Notes: i wanted to do this before i lost all inspiration, so i stole my friend's Loreena McKennett cd, listened to the song over 6 hours and started this. it's the song version with the missing 3 verses. just so you know. and this is the shippiest thing i ever wrote (yes, i am a noromo) Send comments and flames to paranoia73@aol.com I know this isn't much torture, but there is emotional anguish if you think about it. :-) **************** "Highwayman" **************** The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor And a federal agent came driving Driving, driving The federal agent came driving up to the apartment lot He wore the "All-American" look An unimaginative necktie at his chin A trench coat of midnight black, and matching polyester slacks They fitted with never a wrinkle His shoes were hardly broken in And he drove with a jeweled twinkle His glock butt a-twinkle His FBI name-tag a-twinkle, under the jewelled sky He turned off the ignition and entered the building He tried the doorknob with his hand, but all was locked and barred He then rapped upon the door, and who should be opening it Dana, the stubborn skeptic Revealing a shining diamond upon her slender finger "One kiss, my soulmate, I'm after the truth tonight But I shall be back with the files before the morning light Yet if my sources are wrong, and it takes me all day Then look for me at night I'll come to you at night Though hell should bar the way" He bent down a little lower, for he towered over her head Until his face was in her hair His face burnt like a brand As the red wave of perfume rubbed against his face And he kissed her lips in the moonlight, (Oh, sweet love in the moonlight!) Then he turned and left in the moonlight, and drove away to the west He did not come in the morning, he did not come at noon And in the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon When the road was a gypsy's ribbon, looping the purple moor A group from the syndicate came closer Closer, closer The Syndicates men came closer, up to room 412 They made no attempts to knock, they knocked the door open instead But they gagged Agent Scully and bound her to the parlor couch Two of them knelt by the window, with semi-automatics at their side! There was death at every window And hell at one dark window For Dana could see, through the window, the road he would ride They had tied her up to attention, with many a sniggering jest They had haphazardly put a gun on the end-table, loaded and with the safety off "Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her She heard the dead man say "Look for me at night I'll come to you at night, though hell should bar the way!" She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held tight! She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat and blood! They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled on like years! Till, now on the stroke of midnight, Cold, on the stroke of midnight, The tip of her finger touched it! the trigger at least was hers!! Had they heard it? The ignition turned off Footsteps up the stairs. Were they deaf that they did not hear? Down the other end of the hallway Mulder came striding, Striding, striding The syndicate looked to their priming! She slid closer to the table and grasped the gun The footsteps coming nearer Echoing through the night Nearer he came and nearer. Her face was like a light! Her eyes grew wide for a moment! She drew her last deep breath, Then her finger moved in the moonlight, The semi-automatic shattered the moonlight, Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him with her death He ran, right to the broken door, he did not want to believe it Laying, there on the couch, drenched with her own red blood! The scenario formed in his head, his face grew pale from shock How Dana, the love of his life The only love in his life Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there With the eyes of a madman, with a shrieking curse to the sky Reaching a hand to his holster, he pulled his gun from the holster The gun pointed in front of him, knowing he hadn't the nerves The they shot him down in the apartment Down like a dog in the apartment And he lay in his blood right beneath his lover, with an unimaginative necktie at his throat End in the original poem, after this, there are 2 more verses, but then i don't want it to sound like a ghost story. this was just a little idea i wanted to pursue. i hope you enjoyed. send flames or anything!!! please!!! paranoia73@aol.com