From AbreeBB@aol.com Fri Dec 06 23:54:37 1996
Reality - Abree Brand - R
V, A
Krycek story. Late 4th season spoilers.
What Krycek was thinking and feeling as they sawed his arm off.

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A DISCLAIMER - I don't own the X-Files, a fact that disappoints me greatly.
The X-Files and Krycek are all owned by Chris Carter, 10-13 Productions, and
that ever-lovable FOX Network. No infringement is intended.

ANOTHER DISCLAIMER - I wasn't sure how to rate this. It involves much comment
and detail about Krycek's arm getting cut off, so squeamish people beware!
Late 4th season spoilers. And let me just say that I find it horrible that
C.C. and crew would maim our beloved Ratboy. Although that WAS one heck of a
plot twist....

This is for myself. I needed to vent all those horrible bloody thoughts I
kept getting when thinking of Krycek. By the way, I appreciate comments! A
lot! Please comment!

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Reality
by Abree Brand
AbreeBB@aol.com


	I realized too late the meaning of the knife roasting in the fire.
	I realized too late that they had ways of saving people from the
"test."
	I realized too late what exactly they meant to do.
	I was already pinned to the ground when the knife hovered in my line
of sight. My mouth opened without my consent and I screamed.
	The knife touched my skin. For a split second, the steel felt
insanely cool, almost icy. The second passed and the searing heat sizzled
through my flesh as if it were butter.
	Pain, agonizing pain made my mind snap. Turmoil and chaos reigned as
the knife slipped deeper. From some distant corner of my mind, I noticed an
annoying sound, a howl of some sort. It took me a moment to realize it was my
own shrieks.
	My eyes glazed, blackness covering the faces of the men holding me
down. From my isolated corner of mind, I felt a slap of denial. This couldn't
be happening. I wondered vaguely if I was dreaming. Maybe I wasn't here at
all. Perhaps I was merely dreaming of this horror. Maybe I was still in the
silo, maybe the whole thing had been a dream. Maybe I was still curled up
against the cold wall of the silo, rats gnawing at my arm, invoking the pain
that couldn't possibly be a knife.
	My howl gained volume as burning steel kissed bone. I clung to that
hope. If I could only wake myself up. If I could only open my eyes and view
the familiar sight of darkness, the ship, the scurrying rats that waited for
me to die. If only my terrifying dream would end.
	The pain was dimmer, somehow duller than the initial slice. My senses
were all but gone. I was numb, blind, howling without hearing. Perhaps it was
over. Perhaps I was dead.
	Liquid splattered over my face. Searing into my dead eyes, soaking
into my numb lips, touching my tongue.
	The taste of copper invoked my dead senses. The gush of blood, too
much blood to be more than the mere nibble of a rat. I screamed with renewed
fury and pain. The steel dug painfully through bone.
	Another wave of blood sprinkled over my face when a cool rush jarred
my mind back in focus. Pain, the searing heat of sharpened steel, was gone.
	My scream faded, my mind spinning, my eyes dancing in darkness. It
was over. What was over? Where was I?
	I opened my eyes wide. Black. Darkness. I saw nothing.
	A ray of hope shone through my mind. Maybe I was right. Maybe I was
still in the silo, maybe the horror and terror had just been a horrible
dream.
	A sizzle and the acrid stench of burning flesh ignited my lungs. Pain
rushed back as I attempted to move my left arm.
	And found it wasn't there.
	The night sky was the only thing that greeted me as my eyes cleared.
The realization of the source of the burning flesh struck me.
	My arm...
	The night sky was my only companion as my shrieks rose again.
	It was no dream.
	This was reality.

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	That's it. I can be reached at AbreeBB@aol.com for comments, flames,
or general Ratboy discussion.

>>>>>>>>>MULDER
Just like you said, it's not an X-File.

SCULLY
I'd say a man dancing around with a woman's hide is slightly out of the 
ordinary.<<<<<<<<<<<
				-----"Friends In The Basement"