From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org Date: 25 Jun 2005 19:31:59 -0000 Subject: Legerdemain by afg Source: direct Reply To: siggy.63@btinternet.com Legerdemain By: afg - www.ofnoconsequence.com Category: V Rating: PG13 for the 'f' bomb. Spoilers: None. Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is being made. Thanks: To Tali. Feedback: Any comments to siggy.63@btinternet.com I love this bit. Watching them work, watching them trying to figure out what happened; they are such dumb fucks. I am overjoyed to notice that at last I've warranted the best. I can see him ducking under the police tape and walking over to my latest masterpiece. I'm impressed his face doesn't pale; he doesn't rush off to puke like four of the other cops did. I guess he's seen plenty of this sort of thing but all the same I'm a little disappointed, after all I put in a lot of effort to make this one special. He's hunkered down looking at the corpse and checking out the ground she's lying on. His long fingers clad in latex. Fox Mulder, the best profiler the FBI's ever had, and he's looking for me. I feel quite giddy at the thought. It's funny though he's not as big as I thought he'd be. I've seen articles written about him and picture in newspapers and shit, I've talked about him enough on the net, so I figured he'd be...well, bigger. Taller maybe, more bulky, but no, he's all legs, he reminds me a bit of the new foals on my daddy's ranch when I was a boy, still steaming from their mothers wombs as they struggled to their feet. I watch him from the crowd as he picks over bits of earth, around the body but he's not going to find anything, I know, I was really careful. I've been at this a while now, I know what I'm doing. I'm surprised when he stops his rooting about and pats the dead woman's arm gently, what the fuck does he do that for? It's not like he knows her or anything, she's just some stupid slut that couldn't keep her legs closed, why should he care about her? Me, look for me; I'm the one you should care about. I try to get a better view as he stands up and starts to walk around the cordoned off area, he's got his eyes fixed to the ground and he's writing things in a little black notebook. I guess he does look kind of impressive in his nice suit and long trench coat. I wish I could see what he was writing. I jostle the person in front of me and he turns around and gives me a look that says 'back off.' I almost smile. Christ nothing gets the crowds like a good serial murder. He's slowly walking the perimeter of the taped off area, he occasionally looks up and catches the eye of one of the onlookers. My heart is beating so fast as finally I get a good look at his face. He's okay I suppose, but nothing special. His nose is too big for his face, and I'm surprised to see that he doesn't look that bright, I mean a hot shot profiler, you'd think he'd have a bit of a spark in his eyes, but they're dead, flat things. He, kind of, looks like a shark, you know the ones on the Discovery channel? Sure they're mean, but really dumb looking, he looks a bit like that. Hell, I have no worries; I'm going to make this guy look so fucking stupid. My breath catches as he comes closer, he's still scribbling away in that damn notebook. Oh, yes, he's so close I could touch him. He looks up to give the crowd a cursory glance. Come on, look at me. Shit, the bastard doesn't notice me at all; he's staring at someone over my shoulder. I don't know how this guy got his reputation; he sure as hell doesn't impress me. He nods his head at someone behind me and before I can turn around to look at who has captured his interest I feel someone grab my wrist and kick at the backs of my knees, making me fall flat on the ground. I'm cuffed before I can make a struggle and some bitch is reading me my rights. What the fuck is going on? Two goons in FBI windcheaters haul me to my feet. I watch as a short woman walks over to Agent Mulder, it's the woman who cuffed me. He talks to her for a second, their heads close together like they're sharing a secret, then he slowly walks over to me and I notice his eyes aren't dead anymore, they blaze with life and intelligence, and something else that makes my gut clench. He leans in close to me and whispers, "I know you." The end.