From: James Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 23:23:13 -0600 Subject: A Slight Taste of Obsession - Part II TITLE- A Slight Taste of Obsession Part II AUTHOR- James RATING- R- Language and adult themes SPOILERS- None SUMMARY- Mulder's obsession takes a violent turn. ARCHIVE- At Spooky's? You bet. Anywhere else, let me know and keep my e-mail address attached. FEEDBACK- Craved. All kinds. powrman@netins.net DISCLAIMER- Do I really have to do this? Not mine. Not now, not ever. Satisfied? AUTHOR'S NOTES- At the end. A Slight Taste of Obsession Part II Day, is here fading, That's when, I would say, I flirt with suicide, Sometimes, kill the pain I can always say, "It's gonna be better tomorrow", Falling away from me, Falling away from me - From the Korn song "Falling Away From Me" 1. With a small sigh, Mulder sat himself up on the edge of the bed. He could feel the floor beneath his bare feet. The wood was cold, the morning sun that was shining through the window hadn't quite made it this far yet. Mulder let his head fall to his chest and then slowly rotated it 360 degrees, letting the joints slide back into place with a small popping sound. He looked over at the open door to his bedroom, glancing down the hall. His bladder was urging him towards the bathroom, but he ignored it for now. Instead he moved himself back to the left so he was facing his nightstand. On it sat his service issue handgun. He picked it up, bringing it in front of his face for a better view. A small amount of sunlight filtered through the dust in the air and glinted off the barrell. It was well maintained and gave off a slight oily smell. He kept it loaded and everynight he brought it in here with him. Just in case he worked up the nerve. Wrapping his hand around it in that familiar way, he flicked off the safety and put his index finger on the trigger. Bending his wrist in towards his body, he brought it up and put it in his mouth, barrell resting between his teeth. He could taste the oil he used to maintian it with. It used to disgust him, but after all these times he was used to it. The taste was secondary to him. He was more worried with working up the nerve. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see the gun. All he wanted to see was the pain in his mind. The sense of anguish so great it was almost a physical presence. He felt the anguish and moved towards it, heading for the heart of it, trying to envelope himself in it. He wanted nothing but pain. Complete pain would make it so easy to pull the trigger. In his head he could see Scully the day she went away, the last day he saw her. He could feel her going away, welcoming the saddness it brought. Slowly, his finger tightening, the trigger began to creep backwards. "Scully.....oh Scully....." Slowly.....backwards.....backwards.... BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Mulder opened his eyes, moving them to the lower left and onto the source of the beep. It was his alarm clock. Big red numbers proclaiming it was 6:30 and time to get out of bed. His concentration broken, Mulder pulled the gun out of his mouth and set it back down on the nightstand. With a small sigh, Mulder pushed himself off the bed and started to get ready for work. "When you understand the nature of a thing, You know what it's capable of." - From the movie "Blade" 2. Mulder bumbled his day through another day of work, shuffling papers and making regular trips to the vending machines. He carried papers with him to give the illusion of getting something done. He stayed his eight hours and almost sprinted for the door when they were up. He immediately got in his car and headed to a new local club he had heard about on one of his numerous trips to the vending machines. It was supposed to be a happening kind of place and all sorts of people were rumored to hang out there. Mulder didn't care about all sorts of people. He just wanted another psuedo-Scully. * * * About 1 am Mulder came out the front door to the club. He was exhausted. He had been there for hours and he didn't find anybody there to suit his purposes. He did manage to consume a few drinks and he was a safe distance from being sober. He briefly considered taking a cab, but decided he just didn't give a shit. He headed down the street and around the corner to the parking lot. He walked over to his car and reached into his pocket to fumble for his keys. Pulling them out he heard voices from off to his left. "You son of a bitch! You were looking at her all night! Why didn't you just go over and ask her to go home with you?" Turning his head he could see a couple about 40 feet away, standing beside some cars. There was a streetlight nearby and it put off enough of a glow for Mulder to get a glimpse of them. The man was tall, medium build. The girl was petite and thin. She was gesturing wildly at the man and Mulder could see her shoulder length hair flash in the light. It was red. The man had his hands up now to, as if they could help his arguement. "I wasn't looking at her! I glanced at her and you happened to look over at that precise moment! It was harmless! You're completely overreacting!" "Liar!" she spat back at him, "You fucking liar!" "Nobody calls me a liar you bitch!", he shouted. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her back against the car behind her. "You hear me? Nobody! You need some fucking manners!" Mulder was on the run in a split second. Manuvering around the cars he raced to this man who was hurting Scully. He would make him pay. Nobody hurt Scully. "I'm coming, Scully!" Reaching the man, he reached up and locked his arm around the man's neck. He used his other hand to grab his wrist and wrenched back and over, pulling the man off the redhaired woman and threw him to the ground. The man let out a small grunt of pain as he hit the asphalt. He recovered quickly and began to get to his feet. Mulder swung his foot and kicked the man squarely in the ribs. He heard the man suck in air as he lost his wind. Setting his foot again, Mulder kicked the man in the temple. The guy fell over onto his side and rolled onto his back gasping for breath with a small rivulet of blood making its way down from his temple where Mulder had connected. Mulder got down and straddled the man's chest. The guy was in obvious pain and put his hands up to try and protect himself. Mulder started to swing, raining down puches, fists and elbows. He hit and hit and hit. He could feel the man's forehead get slippery as the fragile skin there broke open and blood started to flow. "Fucker!", he screamed, "I'll fucking kill you! Son of a bitch! Nobody hurts Scully! You fucking hear me? I'll kill you! I''ll fucking kill y..." Mulder was pushed off to the side as he felt a body connect with his own. He rolled with it, using the momentum to bring his attacker over and he threw the body off to the side. he jumped to his feet, his hand reaching for his weapon. He felt steel and brought out his gun and aimed it in the direction of the attacker. It was the redhaired woman. She was getting up and turning towards him. She looked up at him and froze when she saw the gun, fear coming in to her face. "Don't shoot. Please. I'm sorry. Just please don't shoot." Mulder lowered his weapon. He looked down at it. It flashed the streetlight back at him. He reached up and put it back into its holster. He looked over at the man on the ground. The man's face was a red mask, blood flowing from numerous wounds. Most of it ran down the sides of his face and formed small pools on the ground. The woman moved quickly to the man, stifling a few sobs as she reached inside his jacket. She came back out with a cellphone and Mulder heard three quick beeps. He knew she was calling 911. Mulder ran his hands through his hair and took a few small steps back, bumping into a vehicle. He put his weight on it and slowly slid to the ground. I hurt so bad inside, I wish you could see, The world through my eyes. It stays the same, I just want to laugh again. * * I'll die again, I'll die again, I'll wilt again, You dirty little fuck, Dirty little fuck, You dirty little fuck, Dirty little fuck. - From the Korn song "Dirty" 3. Mulder leaned back in his chair. It was hard and it was giving him a serious pain in his lower back. He wished he had some asprin. Some for the pain in his back and some for the headache that was slowly building in then front part of his brain. He was at the police station in an interrogation room. They had put him there until they could get someone to come get him. They had found his badge and had asked him who his superior was. He told them. He thought maybe Skinner could pull a few strings and get this taken care of. They had brought him here in handcuffs. His gun was gone and they had taken the man to the hospital by ambulance. They thought he would be ok. Lots of cuts and bruises. Probably a broken nose and maybe even his jaw. Mulder was just glad that in his rage he had forgotten to pull his gun right away. Man, he wanted some asprin. The door to the room opened up and one of the policeman from before came in. "We contacted you superiors about an hour ago. A call just came in and someone should be here any minute." Mulder looked up at the man, squinting in the light. "Thanks." The officer turned and walked out shutting the door behind him. "Shit," Mulder cursed under his breath. Should have asked for asprin. Mulder scooted clser to the table and propped his face into his hands, trying to prepare himself for Skinner. The door opened again and Mulder spoke up. "Could I get some asprin or something here?" Getting no response Mulder raised his head to find out why. Staring back at him was Dana Scully. AUTHOR'S NOTES- Yes, Scully is alive. I am as shocked as you are. I was positive she was dead, but she just wouldn't go down without a fight. But we still don't know why she left. Maybe someday I'll figure it out and write it down. I have an idea for it, but I had an idea for this one too, and it didn't turn out that way. I never planned to use all these Korn lyrics, but they seemed to lend themselves quite well to what I was trying to convey. The last part of "Dirty" refers to Mulder's own tortured soul and he thinks of himself as dirty because he knows he's basically whoring women for his own purposes and now he knows that he's lost control. Thanks to all the people who gave me feedback on the first part of this baby and also thanks to the people that asked me to continue writing this. I hadn't planned on it, but I thought I'd give it a shot and I'm glad I did. Extra special thanks to Heather for her advice. Once again, I recommend her stuff to you all. She writes as The X Pig. If you come across something of hers, read it and then bug the shit out of her to write something new. As always, I don't use beta readers and this was written in one sitting and posted immediately. This is the place where I beg for feedback.......(ahem)....here we go...PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SEND ME FEEDBACK!!!!!!!!!! That should cover it. ;) Thanks for reading. - JAMES