From: Lady Grygon Date: Tue, 09 May 2000 22:53:01 GMT Subject: NEW: Infect Me Title: Infect Me Author: Auslander, Lady Grygon Email: tPiaWoL@usa.net Date: started in April, revised in May, finished on 5-9-00 Disclaimer: The song in this piece is a parody of Papa Roach's song "Infest" . That song is property of Papa Roach/ Jay Baumgardner/Dream Works/2000 SKG Music L.L.C. I assume (in other words, please don't sue me any one! I am merely having fun here.). A huge thanks goes out to that band for inspiring me! Krycek is property of 1013 Productions and Fox Television and is not mine in any way. I mention other characters that are property of Players over at news:alt.x-files.rpg. And the Gray is my own character. Category: Parody Rating: PG-13, a few cuss words - that is all. Summery: Krycek has a dream Distribution: If you would like to- email me first to ask permission, please. Feedback: Yes, please. I'd appreciate it. Authors Note: Andy and Holder are mentioned here but nothing else, to actually make these characters do something (to control these characters) I would have to ask for permission by their Players over at the RPG. ------------------------- Infect Me The sound of keys alerted the dog in the next apartment over. They jiggled a bit and were soon followed by the sound of a door clicking open. The dog hated that one-armed man and began to thrash itself against its door and bark wildly. "SHUT UP!" its owner demanded; a male voice- but it did no good. Krycek sighed and dropped his keys on the floor a few feet inside of his apartment. Damn dog. He wore a tight plain-white shirt, dark sweat covered the side and front of his chest- it was too hot even at night in New Mexico. His finely toned muscles rippled beneath the thin fabric as he removed the shirt with his one hand by pulling it over his head, he dropped it on the floor and brought his hand up to wipe his brow. Stepping over to the desk, he flipped the TV on; some music videos were playing on some channel he never remembered watching before. Guess that's what happens when he let his sister, Andy, come over. He didn't care; he just needed the noise to block out his disturbing thoughts. He turned it up loud and then walked to the fridge, grabbing a soda and popping the lid. Slumping down into the chair in front of the desk, he stared at the screen until his eyes grew heavy and hurt like lava. He placed the soda can over them to let the cold ease the pain. They were bloodshot; he knew they had to be. Moving the can down his face and neck he sighed as drops of the cool condensation fell onto his chest. 'Bet Holder would just love what you've done to yourself, three hours of sleep all week. Bet she will find you real irresistible tomorrow.' The Gray thought at him, the thoughts were loaded with sarcasm. Krycek chose to ignore the Gray this time. A quick nap, then he'd see where his love was. Yawning cavernously, he laid his head on the desk and shut his eyes. 'Just a few minutes,' he thought and the Gray snorted. The table vibrated slightly from the TV being turned loud, his ribs and brain vibrated within their casings along with it - though he hardly seemed to notice the minor annoyance. The clock on the TV read 12:32 AM. Soon his thick eyelashes we moving back and forth, caught in a dream. ----- Disorientation, a crowd of hazy figures all seeming to be staring at some creature. Ah, it was the Gray. His vision cleared and he too stared down at the Gray now. What the hell had happened to it? The Gray jumped up onto the table and after skidding to a halt paused for what seemed to be a dramatic effect. Krycek raised an eyebrow and shook his head; it has to be a dream - some really fucked up and crazy dream. The Gray, standing on its hind legs - only about 3 and half feet tall, was wearing black jean-like baggy pants with a silver chain for a belt. It wore a black silk-like shirt that buttons up, the buttons are open a little to show it's hairless and animal-like chest. As it moved its head to run the big bug-like eyes over its astonished audience, the small ring in its not-yet-developed right ear moves a bit - glinting from the New Mexico morning sun peaking though the curtains of the hotel room. Blinking slowly and bending one knee, it spread its legs slightly so that the guitar now hung right in front of its knees, its arms stretched all the way down to hold the guitar in that position. A small microphone held in a stand is in the center of the table. Looking away from its audience as it glanced down at the guitar it plucks a few strings and then dives head long into a rock song as it begins to head-bang and dance with the guitar and microphone in rock-style, its muzzle moving as it yells, screams, and sings the words. As it does so, images like a music video appeared. "I am the one Gray Mr. Gray if you're toady Rule a slave with a bug that's vengeful 'Cause I'm purposeful in my operations My Self-taken power is to burn all the nations" "They're going to infect" "Infect, the theory of my first penetration Push ya brain back with my psychic attention Open now, the Gray is on your mental Invade like an army It's just that simple Pull back and unleash my submissive slave Wrap him in my thoughts And become collectively insoluble Centrifugal, forces obedient slaves into my mind As we march into ritual" "You better do just what they say And if you don't then you will pay" "Infect They're going to infect They're getting in your heads What is wrong with the system today The government, MIB, or your 'ground zero'" "They're going to infect They're getting in your heads What is wrong with the system today The government, MIB, or your 'ground zero'" "You better do just what they say Now, that I got your brain bugging Did I forget to mention that All the heads they be infecting Hope your people learn their lesson Cause the game of war is insane Got all your people guessing What is wrong with the system today The Government, MIB, or your 'ground zero' Would you live if I died tonight I think it be better if I did not say" "You better do just what they say And if you don't then you will pay Infect" They're going to infect They're getting in your heads What is wrong with the system today The government, MIB, or your 'ground zero' They're going to infect They're getting in your heads What is wrong with the system today The government, MIB, or your 'ground zero'" "They will infect, don't die like the rest First they shackle your thoughts" "Then they stand you in a Tri'" "Then they beat you into slaves" "Then they grab you by you mind" "First they shackle your thoughts Then they stand you in a Tri' Then they beat you into slaves Infect your mind. They will infect, don't die like the rest You are the problem today" "They're going to infect They're getting in your heads What is wrong with the system today The government, MIB, or your 'ground zero' They're going to infect They're getting in your heads What is wrong with the system today The government, MIB, or your 'ground zero'" ----- The Gray drops its guitar with a clang at its feet and stares at Krycek; it' s muzzle-like mouth open in a snarl. No, wait. it was the dog from next door. Krycek, surprised and a bit hazy, blinks rapidly. The Gray lunges for his throat. Throwing his hand up to block the Gray, Krycek awakes- startled and a bit shaken... Staring up at the ceiling.? A sudden pain in his arm as reality finally catches up to him and chases the dream world away. Blood and pain with two hate filled eyes and a muzzle of sharp teeth attached to his right arm. Damn dog. 'Don't move. He'll lose interest. maybe,' the Gray was a few feet away, watching silently- the dog hadn't seemed to notice it. Krycek stared at the dog's teeth sinking into his only arm. The pain seemed far away, as if he was still asleep, and the TV seemed quieter too. To hell with the dog, Krycek put his face right in front of the dogs nose and raised his own lips in a snarl. This action was followed with the dog shaking his arm violently 'You fool,' the Gray visibly cringed. . "Fuck off!" Krycek bit down on the dogs nose, hating the taste and feel but hoping it'd work. Now locked into a standoff, one of them had to back down or they'd be there all night. or day, in lockjaw. 'Not me' He thought at the dog and closed his eyes to the pain as he tried to sink his teeth further into the leather-like skin of the nose. ----- Clock on the TV reads 10:32 AM. Sitting on the couch with his arm wrapped up in a white bandage and a glass of water in his hand, Krycek listened to the yelling going on next door. 'You'd think the dog was his kid or something,' Krycek mused at the lecturing. Setting the glass down he dug his cell out from under a couch cushion Krycek punched in a number and held it to his ear. "Ally! I had the weirdest dream." he trailed off and glanced up at his desk where the Gray was perched - watching a music video with amused eyes.