From: Karl & Betty Schendel Date: Sat, 16 Jan 1999 02:31:20 -0400 Subject: A Hunted Fox-submission Title: A Hunted Fox Author: USS Kraus Classification: MulderAngst I guess Spoilers: Young at Heart Feedback: YES!!!!!! USS Kraus@aol.com Disclaimer: I don't own these lovely creations. I'm only borrowing them from Chris Carter, 1013 and Fox. I promise to not make any money off them and besides, I don't got anything you could get from sueing me. (Unless you want a couple of rats) This is for all the neato peeps in the X-Files Chat room in the X-Files Forum. Toasters RULE! [=] ****************** ***A Hunted Fox*** ****************** Mulder threw his coat onto the nearest chair. Why did he even keep going? It was all a hopeless quest. Screw the conspiracies, screw Samantha, screw his father, screw Scully. This was the end. All he'd seen, it was all a lie, right from the beginning. Mulder lay back on his couch, putting his gun first onto his coffee table. Oh god. He should just shoot himself. Why didn't he? Unable to keep still, Mulder got up and walked to the window. Dimly, he heard his phone ringing but he made no move to answer it. Reaching out, he traced an X on the window. You could still faintly see the residue left by countless pieces of masking tape. Though he had no more use for that particular batsign. X was dead. They were all dead. A shadow appeared from an empty room and softly moved closer to Mulder. But the tortured man ignored any noises, too deep in his thoughts to notice much of anything. Until the shadow spoke quietly. "A hunted fox eventually dies." Mulder swung around. "What? Barnett?" Mulder's mind was in turmoil. Barnett was dead, Mulder had watched him die. "Well, isn't it true? Everyone around you seems to be in a nasty habit of dying. Funeral for Fox's friends, then for Fox." "None of the men that died were friends of mine." The man shrugged and walked forward a few steps. "Ah details, details. They were aquintances, how's that?" The shadow man smiled. "But the saying holds true. 'A hunted Fox eventually dies'." Mulder edged forward just enough to grab his gun off the table. "Oh, what's this Fox? Only a minute ago you were cursing God and now you're going to try and live? Kindly make up your mind. It'll make my job so much easier." "Krycek, the day I make anything easier is the day hell freezes over and the aliens take over Earth." Krycek smiled again and came fully out of the shadows. "But Fox, the invasion has already begun. Isn't that why your friends seem to be dying?" Mulder spat at Krycek. "Now Fox, it isn't polite to spit at people. Even Samantha could have told you that!" "Enough with the games Krycek. Why are you here?" Krycek walked silently around Mulder so he was just to his left. The smug smile he had previously had was gone. "I told you Mulder. Well, not in plain terms, but I already told you. I've come to kill you." In an instant Mulder had his gun up and pointing at Krycek's head. Krycek's gun came up at the same instant and the two found themselves at a standoff. "Killing me will be harder than you think." "Oh will it Mulder? The only reason your alive today is because THEY'VE never given me permission to kill you before. And once your out of the way, I'll be able to concentrate on killing the rest of the Syndicate. Then, the aliens will be forced to negotiate with me." Mulder looked into Krycek's eyes. They were wild with the promise of wealth and power beyond his richest dreams. "Do you understand Mulder? I'll be rich! Rich!!" Krycek's eyes were the eyes of a madman. That was the only way Mulder could think of them. Suddenly, they calmed down. "But the only way to that wealth is by killing you. Guess that Barnett guy was right, a hunted Fox does eventually die. Goodbye Mulder." Krycek grinned. Mulder kept his gun steadily pointed at Krycek. "Goodbye, yes. But which one of us should be saying that?" A single shot rang out in the hallway. THE END (for now) You like?? I may right an ending. Only if peeps email me at USS Kraus@aol.com PLEASE!?!?!?!?! Feedback is a fanfic writer's only pay. And it is really appreciated. "Man is the animal who laughs" Jubal Harshaw from Stranger in a Strange Land (good book, read it!)