Dumnezeu permite razbunare (28/30)
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 28

She ran so fast she didn't even stop at 
the sound of the car pulling onto the 
gravel nearby. It could be help, she 
thought, or it might be him. She couldn't 
risk that, so she ran to where she felt 
safe. The place she had focussed on so 
intensely when in her captivity.

Despite the pain he felt, he could see 
little blood emerging from his wound.  
"Skinner." He called weakly, dragging 
himself to the edge of the stairs. 
"Skinner!" He managed to raise his voice 
a little louder as he watched his friend 
walk through the front door. He pulled 
himself forward again, knowing that 
whatever pain he was about to feel would 
be worth it if he were to alert Skinner 
and tell him where Scully was. Where he 
guessed she would be.

Tree branches lashed her face and nettle 
stung her knee's but to her it mattered 
not one bit. Cold bit her bare legs 
fiercely and her feet screamed in pain as 
cut dry grass needled her souls. But that 
was nothing for the security she would 
feel when she got there.  She just needed 
to get there.

The steady thumping of his body down the 
wooden steps alerted Skinner. Quickly he 
ascended the steps, putting out his hands 
to Mulder's shoulders. "Mulder, easy, 
easy. What the hell..."

"She's here."

"Scully?"

"Marsha is here. She's gone after her we 
need to find her...." He rasped.

"I'll go Mulder. Where will she be?"

"In the lake."  Mulder answered weakly, 
watching as Skinner turned on his heel, 
calling for back up as he went. 

Mulder lay there for what seemed like an 
age. He'd heard no sirens and certainly 
no return of Scully. He lugged himself 
down the remainder of the stairs, leaving 
a trail of dark red blood that mapped out 
the zig zag route he'd taken.  Once he 
reached the bottom of the stairs, he 
dragged himself over to the coffee table, 
pushing himself to sit and eventually 
stand. He had to get out to the lake. 
He'd failed her once, he wouldn't again.

She waded into the lake, glancing behind 
her at every step. Before she knew it, 
she was more than waist deep in the murky 
water, unable to move any further. 
Suddenly she was rooted to the spot, as 
Marsha came into view.

Mulder stumbled through the roughage, 
batting low hanging branches away from 
his face. As he picked up speed he 
arrived at a narrowing on the trail, to 
find Skinner with a gun on Marsha, who 
lay soaking on the floor.

"Where's Scully?" Mulder bent down to 
catch his breath.

Skinner gave him a look of suprise. "You 
didn't find her? " He gestured to Marsha.  
"I found this one running toward me. I 
assumed she was on Scully's trail."

Mulder, still hunched over and breathing 
hard. Looked at Marsha. "Where is she? 
Where'd you leave her?" 

"She deserved this." She answered. It was 
the first time he had heard her speak. 
Her thick Romanian accent caused him to 
listen hard. "You are good man I think. 
Women like her, do not deserve man like 
you. Just like I deserve good man."

He stared as her with incredulity.  She 
actually believed this crap, he thought. 
She actually believed she was doing him a 
favour.  "Where's that ambulance?" He 
called to Skinner,  turning back toward 
the lake. As he reached the clearing, his 
eyes scanned the lake for signs of Scully 
in distress.  All he could see at first 
was the light bouncing off the water.  
Then the quiet vision of red hair and 
blue silk floating across the surface.