The Truth is Out There--Scene 8 from XF3 by Lolabeegood E-mail: lolabeegood@gmail.com Distribution: Archive freely with my name attached. Rating: R Categories: S, R Keywords: Mulder/Scully romance, Post-IWTB Spoilers: IWTB Summary: The truth is something Mulder & Scully may have to pay a steep price for. Author's Notes: Ever since I watched IWTB I have thought of the ideal way to start and storyline a third movie. So, after much thought and deliberation I have a series of scenes that I have written for the third XF movie. The scenes will not necessarily run right after each other but they are in sequence. They are more like scenes I would like to see in the XF3 that develop character, tie loose ends, and add plot interest. I do not own the characters and I don't make any money from this. Enjoy! ********************************** Agent Franz Lutman walked restlessly through the old farm house kicking the crap that was on the floor out of his way. The floor boards creaked beneath his heavy frame and he ran a hand through his thick, curly, brown hair as he studied the room. The bodies were gone, the forensics team had been through and all the right conclusions had been drawn. Patrick Van De Kemp was a young murderer on the loose and he was being hunted down at this very moment. He was confident they would find the boy sniveling in the woods somewhere, cold and freaked out. He wasn't even nine yet and would have no idea how to deal with this type of crime. He would be questioned, placed in custody for his own protection, and shipped off to their facility in Kansas where he could be studied further. Franz had no doubt the boy had started to see signs that he was different but, he was sure, the young man hadn't really learned what was so special about him. "Are you ready to go?" Agent Mallory Suharta said tersely from the entrance to the room. "I want to take a look at his room" Franz said as he turned toward the stairs. "They said they don't need a profile" Agent Suharta said as she leaned heavily against the door frame. "I've been up for 34 hours, Franz." "Then 10 more minutes shouldn't make a difference" he yelled from the top of the stairs. The short black- haired agent closed her eyes for a minute and then opened them looking at the wreck of the room in front of her. The blood all over the old carpet, the blood splatter on the walls and furniture. The mid-afternoon sun was revealing the aftermath of a bloody attack. The young man had a lot of pent up anger that he unleashed last night. She felt her eyes close heavily again and it wasn't until her body started to stumble forward that she woke from her standing sleep. As she corrected herself to prevent hitting the floor she knocked over a picture on a nearby table. "His poor parents" she sighed as she reached to put back the family photo. "They didn't even see it coming." "They didn't even see what coming?" Franz said as he sidled up close behind her and put a hand on her waist. "Franz" she hissed as she pulled away from him. "No one's here Mallory" he smirked at her. "It doesn't matter" she said, instantly forgiving him. "You didn't answer my question. Who didn't see what coming?" "His parents" Agent Suharta answered. "He was a very angry young man. His counseling records point to a boy ready to snap but no one told his parents how fragile he really was? Why would they conceal this information? He was being treated for psychotic episodes but by all accounts of friends and family no one knew." "Maybe his parents were embarrassed. Maybe they loved him so much they underestimated what he could do." "Franz, this young man should have been sedated in a treatment facility not running a paper route and interacting with other kids unsupervised." "Maybe they were hoping he'd get better." "Is that your expert opinion?" she asked smiling at him. "I wasn't asked to profile this one, remember?" "Yeah, but you can't help yourself." "How about I go tuck you in?" he said leering at her. "That would be nice" she lazily smiled and walked out of the house ahead of him. Agent Lutman took one last look around the living room. His instinct told him something had been missed but his mind couldn't figure it out. Everything was equating just as expected, and all parties were on board with the plan. Once they had the young boy in custody this sleepy town would forget all about this double homicide and go back to being a quaint farming community again. They just needed to get the boy. A horn beeped from outside the house causing Agent Lutman to jump slightly. He smiled to himself thinking of how foolish it was to be so easily spooked. There was nothing to be scared of in this house anymore. *************************** The End