Dreamscapes
Sara B. 01/07
Dana Scully
felt herself being roughly tossed onto a hard chair. Her hands and feet were
bound and her head was covered with a cloth bag of some sort and a gag was in her mouth.
She’d
been asleep in her own bed when the attackers overtook her. She’d listened
carefully and made mental notes during the transportation. There were at least
two and most probably three assailants. Once they had her subdued, one of them
slung her over his shoulder and they took her down the stairway and into a waiting van.
She’d tried to remain alert and by the time they arrived at the destination she knew they’d crossed two
bridges, passed four churches, crossed some rail tracks and drove by a small airfield.
Someone pulled
the gag from her mouth and forced a water bottle to her. It made her sick at how grateful she was the small consideration. When she finished drinking, the gag was reinserted.
Scully smelled
damp earth and felt a dirt floor beneath her unshod feet. She could hear people
walking around but no one said anything. A few times she heard a woman giggle
and she detected a perfumed scent that was familiar to her.
A door opened
and a few moments later she heard someone else tossed on a chair very near her left side.
Some long moments passed when she smelled someone standing next to her and suddenly the bag was removed from her head.
The abrupt
brightness of the room caused her eyes to water and she had to squint until they adjusted.
She turned to see who’d been brought in next to her and saw Mulder was sitting in the seat next to her and on
his other side was Diana Fowley. Mulder’s head moved side to side to see
both women but when he stopped he was facing Fowley, and Scully, once again, felt abandoned by the man she called partner. Scully realized she hadn’t heard them bring Diana Fowley in but then maybe Fowley
had been the first to arrive. But then she looked at the other occupants of the
room and saw no other women besides Fowley and herself. Still, that didn’t
mean the woman she smelled and heard earlier hadn’t left without her hearing the door or she may have left when they
brought Mulder in. It might not have been Fowley but the knot in her stomach
led her to believe it was.
Scully took
a moment to examine her fellow prisoners. While she was wearing her pale blue
pajamas and she was barefoot, Mulder was wearing jeans, tee-shirt and boots and Fowley had on a long black negligee with only
lace covering her breasts. No wonder Mulder kept looking at her. Scully mentally pictured him offering her a dollar to go away like Bill used to do when he was trying to
make time with Delia Winters when they were stationed in Italy.
Suddenly,
Mulder seemed to realize Scully was there and turned toward her but she turned her face toward the front. She could see out of the side that his eyes begged for forgiveness.
Scully huffed, or the best she could do considering the circumstances. Surely
Mulder realized that her disdain was the least of their problems at that moment.
The door opened
and, led by a cloud of smoke, CGB Spender walked in, followed by Alex Krycek and a bald man who looked like a Neo Nazi. Scully took note of the man’s tattoos and ventured that many were from prison
‘artists’.
“Agents,”
Spender addressed the trio, “this is not the lucky day for one of you.”
He stubbed out one cigarette and lit another. “Agent Mulder, you
get to choose; Agent Scully or Agent Fowley.”
Scully got
agitated and fought against her bindings. Spender motioned to the man standing
next to her and her gag was removed. “You seem to want to say something,
Agent Scully.”
“He
does not get to chose, I do. Let them go and keep me,” Scully said defiantly. Mulder started to thrash but Spender ignored him.
“This
is unexpected, please explain.”
“I’ll
tell but it isn’t for you I’m doing it; this is for Mulder.” Mulder’s
eyes were riveted on her profile because she refused to look at him. “I’ve
lost dearly for my work on the X-Files, for my work with Agent Mulder. I have little
left to give except my life. What has not been taken from me by you, Spender,
was thrown away by Agent Mulder. Recently I’ve discovered from his actions
that he does not respect me or trust me. He chooses to believe lies over truths
because of his own personal interests. My respect and feelings for him
have been destroyed by his own actions and that,” her voice gave way and she choked slightly. Scully cleared her throat and finished, “That is a loss I do not want to live with.” She tossed her head back defiantly, “I do ask that my family is given my body so they will not forever
wonder what happened to me.”
Spender’s
eyes softened as he listened to her and everyone in the room felt an admiration for the diminutive woman. Spender moved toward her and ran a finger down her cheek. “If
only you were my ally and not my enemy. You are so far superior to the woman
who claims allegiance to me. Right, Diana?”
Mulder twisted
to see Diana’s face at Spender’s accusation. He saw her look of arrogance
change to horror and Mulder finally knew that Scully had been right about her all along.
Spender walked
back to his chair and his head hung slightly. One would almost think he regretted
his next words, “take her but be careful with her.” Two goons grabbed
Scully and one moved to throw her over his shoulder.
“No! If you remove my leg bindings I will walk. I
give my word I will not cause any problems.”
“Release
the bindings and remove Agent Mulder’s gag. Do you have anything you would
like to say to her, Fox?”
“There
is nothing I’d want to hear from him,” Scully said coldly.
“Scully,”
Mulder called to her but she didn’t pay him heed. “Scully, this, we can’t end like this.”
This time
she turned. “This is not the end.
We ended when you followed the lies of a cheap whore and didn’t believe me or in me. Mulder, this is just the end of my body, you killed my soul in a dirty warehouse in front of three friends
when you refused to see the facts. Goodbye, Fox Mulder, may you live in the hell
you’ve created for a long painful time.” She turned back to Spender,
“I’m ready.”
“So
be it.” Spender motioned for the guards to lead her out. He did not hide his admiration and respect.
“SCULLEEEEE!”
Mulder screamed until he was gagged again.
“What
a fool you’ve been, Agent Mulder. Agent Scully gave you all the facts but
you ignored her and placed your belief in the viper.” He took a long drag
on his cigarette before continuing. “Do you want to know when Diana became
one of us? No? I’m going to
tell you any way. She came to us, not the other way around. She came and told us about you and how she could seduce you into submission and get you to abandon your
quest. Do you know why she betrayed you?
Money, pure greed. Our Diana here is a wealthy woman and she has you to
thank.”
Mulder looked
over to Diana and he could see by the look in her eyes it was true. A young uniformed
guard came into the room and spoke quietly to Spender. “Good, good, they’re
all set up and ready for us. Mulder and Diana’s chairs were turned and
they faced a curtained wall. “Open it!” Spender shouted.
The curtain
parted and revealed Scully affixed to a cross. Her back was to them and her pajama
top was ripped up the back. A man with a hood over his head approached holding
a cat-o-nine-tails in his hand. He was twirling it around then branded her flesh
with it. He repeated until her back was crossed with numerous bloodied lines.
A door opened
and five men walked in with rifles. They lined up and took aim. Spender motioned for the curtain to be closed. “Bravery
such as hers deserves to be respected. You, Fox, do not deserve to witness this.”
Someone began
to yell commands, “ready, aim, fire.” The room reverberated with
rifle fire. Mulder slowly opened his eyes.
He was facing Diana, her head hung in an unnatural position and he saw red dripping down her bosom.
He looked
to Spender and saw the curtain was open and Scully was being led out of the room. She
was beaten but still alive.
“I said
it was an unlucky day for ‘one’ of you, did I not, Fox?”
~
Diana Fowley
jolted up from her bed gasping. Her body was covered in sweat and her breathing
was labored. She threw her head back and released nervous laughter. ‘A dream,’ she thought, ‘a damned nightmare.’
She tossed the covers back and rose.
Diana poured
herself a glass of water and returned to her bedroom. As she crossed the threshold,
the smell hit her first then she saw the light from a lit cigarette. An all too
familiar figure moved into the pale moonlight filtering through the window.
“Hello,
Diana,” his smoke ravaged voice was filled with an eerie glee that made her blood run cold.
“Sir,
I swear, I did not help Scully to find Fox.”
“Oh,
I know that, Diana, do not trouble yourself on that matter. I arranged for the
keycard to be delivered to Agent Scully. Now, Diana, you look a little cold,
why don’t you get back into bed and cover up. We wouldn’t want you
catching a chill.”
Diana moved
to the bed and covered herself. “You looked quite startled when you woke,
a bad dream perhaps?”
“It
was a nightmare, sir,” she began to relax and she leaned back into the pillows.
“I figured,
you seemed so relieved when you finally woke. It must have been bad one.”
She only nodded
and he continued, “yes, to see yourself shot in cold blood must have been a shock to your system.”
“It
really…” she looked at him in horror. She hadn’t told him her
dream, yet he knew.
“Did
you really think it was only Fox Mulder’s dreams that I could manipulate?”
The man’s grin showed his evilness. “Foolish of you.”
Suddenly Diana
Fowley’s mind filled with graphic scenes of horror. She tried to scream
but her throat had closed up and no sounds came out. She tore at her neck and
left gouges in her skin. She was terrified and nothing she did gave her any relief. The pain she saw in her mind manifested on her body.
Stab wounds, gun shots, strangulation and more she felt as it they were being inflicted on her.
Somewhere
she heard his voice say, “goodbye, Diana, pleasant dreams.” His malevolent
laughter filled the air; it was the last thing she ever heard.
~
The next morning
an anonymous call was placed to the DC 911 center to report a dead body in the Watergate apartment of Special Agent Diana
Fowley of the FBI. Later a trace of the call revealed it was placed from a prepaid
cell phone and untraceable.
~
Dana Scully
waited for Mulder to open his door. He stood there with his tie hanging, his
shirt half buttoned and a Yankees baseball cap to cover his bandaged head. She
wanted to flee but she couldn’t, she had to tell him about Diana Fowley…
End