From: valmoria@eisa.net.au
Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 00:55:34 GMT
Subject: NEW: Pulling The Trigger 1/1

"Pulling The Trigger"
By Louise Valmoria
valmoria@eisa.net.au

Category: V,
Deep Throat Angst?!!!
Rating: PG
Summary: Deep Throat's encounter with an
EBE.
Spoilers: Well, DT talks about this in 'E.B.E.'
Disclaimer: Deep Throat
is not my character. This story is based on events
described in the X-Files
episode 'E.B.E'. The character is Chris Carter's,
and quite frankly was a
stroke of genius. Sue for for using Deep Throat and
all you'll get is my
collection of painted lightglobes.


 There had been UFO sightings for quite
a while now.
	 Five nights.
	 It was, of course, assumed that it was some
sort of Vietnamese weapon, waiting to take us all out. That was the first two
nights. It would hover
around, lights innocently twinkling, as if waiting.
  
Mind you, I didn't know if it was a UFO at first.
	Well, it was an
Unidentified Flying Object. We certainly didn't know what it was.
	After
a few nights of spinning around, gliding around the area, it was
decided to
shoot it down. After all, it could be an enemy craft, gathering
information.
To have had it flying around for five nights was a security
risk in itself.
 
   So the Marines shot it down.
   With its inhabitant.
   I will always
recall that moment, when they brought the UFO's occupant to me.
  And I will
always curse the fact that I had to be responsible for its
destruction.
    
The Marines merely carried it towards me, not bothering to put it in a
cage
or anything. It was obvious they were unconcerned as to whether there
would
be a biological risk. They carried the little grey being to me and
set it
down.
	      I picked up my gun and palmed it in my hand, wondering what on
earth I was doing.
	 For this was not a human being I was being forced to
kill -- it was
something unknown to science. Unknown to the world. Granted,
there were
suspicions, but I was holding the lifeline to the truth.
   I
raised the gun and aimed carefully.
  The little grey creature was still
alive. It looked at all of us
curiously, blinking its impossible
disproportioned eyelids a few times. The
other men with me stared back, with
a mixture of fascination and horror.
  I felt sick.
   It was obvious, to me
anyway, that the creature did not understand the
risk we posed.
  Even
*after* we had shot down its craft.
	   I desperately wanted to put the
gun down. But what would I do with the creature? It would have to be killed
anyway.
    It blinked at me and made a soft sound. A sound none of us had
ever heard. What was it saying to us? Even though its eyes were all black, I
got the
impression that it was shifting its focus. I suppose it had never
seen a gun before.
	  I lowered the gun.
	  "What are you doing?" my
superior asked.
       "Biological hazard," I finally said.
   My superior
looked around and nodded curtly at the other men. They
reluctantly shuffled
off. He looked back at me, and began to exit himself.
	"Where are you
going." I stated. It was easier than asking questions.
Asking questions could
cost a life.
	   "Avoiding the biological hazard," he replied, and exited.
A chill pounded my spine.
    I would get the honour of executing an
extra-terrestrial biological
entity. Perhaps, at the cost of my own life.
   
   I had no choice.
	   The innocent expression on the alien's face began
to engrave itself in my memory for eternity.
 Did the creature know what I
was going to do? Did it understand? Did it have emotions, feel fear for what
I would do to it?
    I stared at the alien and it stared back at me. A kind
of understanding
flickered. I don't know how or even if it *did*, but somehow
I knew that
the creature knew of my intentions and was accepting the fact
resignedly.
	 There was a long pause.
	 I felt fear, an emotion I
thought had long deserted me.
	      Then I raised the gun again, not
wanting to look at the creature any
longer, but some kind of pull preventing
me from looking away.
	  So I did all I could.
  I closed my eyes.
	 
Said, "I'm sorry," in a whisper, although I doubted if the creature would
ever understand.
     And pulled the trigger.

END

Okay, at the moment I'm
currently writing a much longer Deep Throat story . . . the character
fascinates me . . . plus I have to think of yet another weird and wonderful
scenario for `Crossed Lines'. The Deep Throat story I'm writing has nothing
to do with this one of the other one I wrote, "A Lot To Learn", although the
basic elements are incorporated . . . just thought I'd let you know if there
are any die-hard Deep Throat fans out there!

valmoria@eisa.net.au

BTW I
think I might set up a web-site, because strangely enough people want to read
my stories ^_^ anyone out there who can give me a hand? I'm afraid I might
screw up my computer's access to the server if I try again . . .