Dumnezeu permite razbunare (27/30)
by Bonkersfm
     
E-MAIL: bonkersfm@yahoo.com
CLASSIFICATION: MSR casefile
SUMMARY: When Mulder starts profiling again, Scully 
mysteriously disappears. When she is discovered it's a race 
against time to unravel the events that have taken place, to save 
the lives of others and salvage a relationship in the balance.
RATING: NC-17 
SPOILERS: IWTB
ARCHIVE: Yes  just e-mail me please
DISCLAIMERS: Not mine and making no money


Chapter 27

Scully stirred in her bed as the ringing 
from the telephone downstairs woke her 
from the first good dream she'd had all 
week.  "Mulder?"  She called out, not 
having the faintest idea what the time 
was. It can't have been late; otherwise 
he would have answered her. She pulled on 
the silk dressing gown from the floor and 
headed toward the ringing sound. As she 
reached the bottom of the stairs, the 
ringing ceased, causing her to sigh 
loudly.  A cool breeze blew through the 
front door, which swung inward, knocking 
loudly against the bookshelf.  As she 
moved toward the door, she spotted 
something on the matt outside. As she 
bent down to retrieve it, her blood ran 
cold. The tiny crucifix that seemed so 
bland and insignificant brought make a 
hundred memories that sent her mind 
crashing back to the darkness. She had 
felt that crucifix burning into her skin 
every day for six months, from the 
shadowy figure that she did not recognise 
as her rapist. She spun and headed for 
the phone, having left her cell upstairs. 
As she began to dial Mulder's number, she 
pulled the receiver to her ear, 
devastated to hear nothing but the tone 
of a cut line.  She heard the small voice 
whisper, before she hit the floor.
"Dumnezeu permite razbunare..."

"She's not answering." Mulder snapped his 
cell phone shut as Skinner accelerated 
onto the free way.

"Look for all we know Pheeny is with 
Marsha Lines now and bringing her in." 
Skinner tried to reason, not even 
convincing himself.

"Then why hasn't she answered?" He began 
to dial. "Great now it's engaged." He 
breathed out deeply, rubbing the bridge 
of his nose.  "Why can't this be over? 
God!" He exhaled loudly, banging the dash 
board with his fist.

Skinner glanced over and shook his head. 
" Mulder, I wanna know something. How 
could you be so calm back there."

"Back where?"

"With Lines. You think he did it right?"

"Yeah I do." Mulder knew where this was 
going.

"Then why..."

"Why haven't I killed him yet? Why didn't 
I bust in there and drag him across the 
table?" Mulder shook his head. If Skinner 
was asking him this out loud then it had 
surely crossed Scully's mind too.

"Because...If I do that, then its real. I 
just need to hold on a bit longer, for 
Scully's sake, just a little longer..." 
He turned away to look out of the window.

When she woke, she found her wrists tied 
to the radiator in the bedroom. Two power 
leads ran across the room, into the 
bathroom, where she could hear the 
trickle of water.  A slight humming could 
be heard, of an old Christian him she was 
sure she'd sung in Sunday school once. 
She'd heard that song so many times in 
the darkness, that she closed her eyes 
now and could almost imagine herself 
there again. She thought back to the 
other women, and their demise. 
Electrocution. This couldn't happen to 
her, she wouldn't allow it. Every flight 
instinct kicked in as adrenaline coursed 
her veins. She could hear Marsha humming 
away in the bathroom next door and, 
knowing she had only seconds to spare, 
she yanked at the chord that held her 
wrists together.  To her relief, one hand 
nearly fit, but nearly wasn't good 
enough.  She yanked again, feeling the 
rope catch the joint at the bottom of her 
thumb, only affirming what she knew she 
had to do. How badly did she need to get 
away from this woman? How badly did she 
want to see Mulder again? Bad enough to 
give one swift yank to the one thing 
standing in her way, breaking the joint 
without hesitation.

Mulder flew out of the car, signalling to 
Skinner to go around back. He burst 
through the door, frantic. "Scully?" He 
called, poking his head through every 
door down the hall. "Scully! Answer me!" 
He began to sprint up the stairs, 
ignoring every informed thought that 
reminded him of the benefits of haste not 
speed. He reached the top of the stairs, 
noticing the long power lead that 
attached to another and led into their 
bedroom. He hardly had time to process 
his thoughts, before a dark shadow 
stepped out in front of him.  He saw, 
before he felt, the knife screw into his 
shoulder.  In seconds, pain caught up, 
sending him crashing to the floor. He 
watched helplessly as the shadow stepped 
over him and proceeded down the stairs.