Title: Dead Heart ( 1/2)

Author: Jessica   ( j_rothen@yahoo.se )

Rating: PG-13

Category: MSR

Spoiler: None

Summary: Scully is kidnapped.

Disclaimer: The X-files, Mulder and Scully belong to FOX 
and they are not mine. 

Note: I marked this fanfiction MSR but some violence occurs.
I knew at this so I didn't know what to mark. So please don't
send me any angry e-mail's saying I marked it wrong. I know
this. English is not my first language so spelling/ grammar
mistake may occur.

He moved in the shadows, never touching the light. He liked
this place. It made him feel calm. The voices in his head
called out to him and he knew it was time.

She could feel something was wrong as soon as she opened her
eyes. The darkness of the room scared her a bite. She would
never admit that to anyone, but Agent Scully was
afraid of the dark. So many terrible things had happened in
this apartment that she had considered several times to move.
But she told herself that she wouldn't surrender to some 
childish fear of the dark. So when she woke that night she 
tried to convince her that it was nothing. She looked at
the clock and found it was close to three in the morning. 
She got up to get some tea to calm her nerves. Then she saw 
him. He was standing in the doorway. It felt like heart 
stopped beating for a while. Everything that she had 
learned about self-defense and protection went out the window.  
She froze. She was just about to turn around and grab her
gun. But he was faster than her. She felt a pain in the back
of her neck and then a wet rag was placed over her mouth and
everything went black. 

His hands trembled a bit when he opened the door to her 
apartment. His heart was racing in his chest and he had a
hard time breathing. FBI was already at the scene. Skinner
came out from her bedroom and walked up to him. Mulder 
wanted to scream out load when he saw what he was holding in
his hand. It was her golden-cross, the one she would never 
take of.
- You shouldn't go in there, Mulder.
Walter Skinner knew that even wild horses could stop Mulder
from going in to the bedroom but he had to try. Mulder walked
past him without saying a word.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move. He was standing in her 
bedroom, her safe haven. Now everything that was pure had been 
turned into his private hell. It felt like his heart had been
ripped out of his chest. He had never been so afraid as when 
he stood there in her bedroom. Her bed was in a mess. Then he
saw the blood. It painted the carpet beside her bed blood red.
It had left marks on the nightstand. He had never felt such 
pain as he stood there starring at the blood. 
- She's alive, Mulder.
Walter Skinner was standing beside him. 
- What happened here?
He could hardly say the words.
- We have talked to the neighbors but no one has heard 
anything. Now one has seen anything. 
- How can that be? 
- We'll find her.
- It's so much blood.
- She's okay. You have to believe that.
- I know. Have you find any fingerprints? A letter? Something?
- No, nothing. It seems like whoever did this knew what they 
were doing.
- Why her? Why Scully?
- I wish I knew.
He starred at the cross in his hand and prayed to God that she
was all right.

Such pain. The pain that ripped through her body was so great
that she hardly could breathe. She wanted to scream out load
but she couldn't. Her heart was racing in her chest. 
Everything around her was darkness. She tried hard to keep
calm but it was no use. She was so afraid. Her body felt so 
numb. She couldn't feel her legs. 
She felt dizzy. So this was hell. The last thing she heard
before she fainted was the beating of her own heart.

He lived in the shadows as the beast he was.  
Live was not the right word. He owned them. It was like they 
followed him around, protecting from the light. He fed on it 
and it made him stronger. He was a man that loved the case and 
the fear he brought with him. He was the prince of darkness. 
Invincible.
He could almost hear his own heartbeat in the silence of the
night. It was time for the hunt. The blood in his vain was on
fire and with every beat of his heart he grew stronger. The 
hunger was great now. It called out to him and pushed him.

She never saw him coming. He pushed her down and placed a 
knife at her throat. She was young, around fifteen. She was 
perfect. He placed his hand over her mouth to prevent her from
screaming. He looked into her blue eyes and saw a fear that 
made him feel strong. He loved it. He removed his hand and
she screamed out load but her scream drowned quickly in the
sound of the city. He smiled down at her and kissed the knife
in his hand. She was crying now. This was it. She closed her
eyes and prayed for mercy. 
There on the dark road he opened her up and watched her blood
paint the street red. He stood there for a while watching her
life draining from her body while the sun slowly warmed his
body. Then he smiled and walked on. 

She was a beauty. He watched her from the doorway. She was 
sleeping still. He didn't want to wake her. They had all the
time in the world; him and the beautiful Agent Scully. He
smiled and closed the door.

Fox Mulder was standing at his window watching the rain coming
down outside. It had been two weeks since she was taken. Two
weeks with no clue, with no signs of where she is. The 
only thing they had was her blood. The blood from her 
apartment. He had turned over every rock, looked everywhere 
for her. But she remained missing. 
He hardly ever slept. If he did he dreamed
horrible dreams. He hated to wait. He feared that he would
find her one day dead in some gutter. He had prayed to God to
give him just one sign, a point in the right direction. But
God wasn't listening. 

She had slipped in and out of consciousness during the first
couple of days. But it was hard to tell day from night so she
had no idea how long she had been there. The room was not big.
There were no windows and the only piece of furniture was a 
bed. The door was made of steal and she had tried everything
to break it down. But she knew she was trapped. She had even 
screamed until she could no more. She refused to give up hope.
She knew he was watching her somehow. She knew because she 
could feel his eyes on her. He never showed himself. She was
given food on a tray by the door and when she had to use the
bathroom she had a small, dirty toilet in the corner of the 
room. This was her private hell. 

Julia Copper turned over and turned off her alarm clock. It was
five in the morning and she had to get up. She was starting 
her shift at the hospital in one hour. She hated mornings
like this. She wanted to go back to sleep but she needed the 
money. She got up and rapped herself in a blanket. 
When she turned around she saw him. The man that was standing
in the doorway to her bedroom was tall and well built. He
was dressed in black and he had a masked that covered his face.
She turned around to grab a bat that she kept by her bed. 
She heard the shot before she felt it. She tumbled to the 
ground and screamed out load. But she knew no one could hear 
her. The bullet had entered her body just below her 
Collarbone.
The pain that ran through her body was so great that she 
couldn't move. He was over like a wolf over its kill.
He placed a knife at her throat and looked
her straight into her eyes. Then he removed the mask he was 
wearing. The final thing she saw before she faced her maker 
was the man smiling down at her and the final thought that 
came over her was that she never knew why. 
Then he opened her up and watched her blood paint the floor
red. Two hours later he left her. He was totally satisfied,
complete. 

It had happened again. The only thing that was on Mulder's 
mind when he entered the house of the late Julia Copper was
that he thanked God it wasn't Scully. He knew that he 
shouldn't think like that but he couldn't help himself. He
had to keep hoping that she was out there somewhere. He knew
that he would find her. 
It felt like his heart stopped when he entered the bedroom.
It was so much blood. The room had been totally trashed. The
sheets had been ripped and the mirror was broken. But that 
didn't matter. Over the bed someone had written in blood:
" Scully is a real beauty". He froze. 

The man was standing with the others watching the police and
going in and out of the house. He had seen Agent Mulder going
in so he knew that he was going to see the message that he 
had left for Mulder. The only thing he had wanted was to see 
his face when he read the message. The man smiled and said:
- I guess we can't have it all.

The pain woke her. Scully opened her eyes and saw the man for
the first time. He was standing over her with some kind of 
weapon in his hand. She didn't know what. The only thing she
knew was that she couldn't move. She had made a mistake. She
had let her guard down. She screamed for help even though
she knew it was no use. 
- Scream all you want. No one can hear you.
- Let me go.
- No, I don't think so.
- If you touch me I swear I'm going to kill you.
His eyes were so dark. It felt like they could see inside her 
and see the fear that ate at her soul. 
He could feel her fear. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her
soft skin. He wanted to own her. 
- Oh, I don't think so, Dana. You're mine now and there is 
nothing you can do about that. You know that.
The reality of the situation hit her with such force that she
had to close her eyes. She knew that it was the truth. There
was nothing she could do. She couldn't move. 
She closed her eyes and prayed for mercy. 
He smiled and leaned down.

End 1/2

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2/2

Her voice. Her scream. She was everywhere. He couldn't sleep
anymore. When he actually tried the only thing he saw was her
face. Three weeks had gone by with nothing, not a sign, not
a clue, nothing. It was like she had dropped of the face of
the earth. Then the phone call came. The phone call that made
him hope again.
- Mulder, please help me.
Her voice.
- Scully!
- Mulder, please help me.
- Scully, tell me where you are!
- I can't. I don't know...He...
- Just look around. Tell me what you see.
- It's so dark. Please help me. I'm scared.
Then silence.
It had just lasted for a couple of minutes but it had lighten
the fire inside of him that he needed to go on. She was alive.
Scully was alive. She was out there somewhere. Alone and
scared. He didn't want to think about the man that had her. 
He didn't want to think like that. He needed to believe that
she was okay. He would find her.

Broken. Beaten. The darkness of the room didn't scare her 
anymore. She had met the devil today. As a child going
to church she had learned that she had the strength 
inside herself to fight off the dark demons of the night. She
knew now that it wasn't truth. He had entered her and ripped away
a big part of her soul. But she had to fight this. She had to
make it through. She had to be strong.

The man watched her from his special hideout. She was his now.
He owned her. But he knew that he hadn't broken her yet. 
She had this light inside of her that made her stronger than
he had ever believed. But she was his now. He had the time.
All the time in the world.

 Agent John Moss opened the door to the office of the
much talked about Agent Fox Mulder. He had heard many things
about Mulder chasing aliens. Many said he was crazy others
said that he was brilliant. He didn't know what to think. He
wasn't there to like Fox Mulder. He was here to find Agent 
Scully, dead or alive. He didn't care. 

Mulder hated this man from the start. John Moss was a man that
only cared about getting higher up on the ladder to success. 
He lacked the passion that Mulder had for the truth. He wasn't
Scully. Now they would work together to find her. 

Melissa Jones walked quickly to her car with her heart racing.
She hated the dark. She hated the sound of the night. 
The parking place behind the bar she was working was always
dark during this time of night. So she used to park closer to
the backdoor but this time she had been late to work and 
every space was full when she got there. She could feel that 
someone was watching. She could feel eyes on her. 
She stopped in her tracks and reached inside her purse for the
pepper-spray she always carried with her. She would fight him.
Melissa turned around slowly and pulled out her spray with her
heart racing. She would scream. She would run. She had a plan.
There was no one there. Only the sound of her own heartbeat
pierced the silence of the night. She smiled and walked to her
car. She laughed a little when she turned the key and got in
to her car. She told herself:
- You're silly, Melissa.
Then suddenly a hand was placed on her mouth and she was pulled
back against the seat. She felt the cold steal against the 
her throat and her heart stopped for a while. Then a pain that
was so great that she panicked. The last thing she saw was the
blood that painted her hands red.

She had a plan. She would fight him. She wasn't put on this
earth to give up her life just like that. She had survived 
many things and she wasn't prepared to surrender just quite
yet. She knew he was out there, watching and waiting for her
to break. She would win this. 
He opened the door to her room with his heart racing. He could
already smell her. She was so perfect. He could not help but
feel a bit clumsy and shy when he thought about her. He 
wanted her to like him. He wanted to love her. 
He could feel her close and when he turned around she was 
behind her. One blow and he was down on his knees.
Run! Run! Voices inside her head called out to her to run. She
ran out the door as soon as she saw him down. She ran down 
a long corridor with doors at each side. She knew that he was
behind her. She could feel him. Suddenly something hit her on
the back of her head and she saw stars. Then darkness.

It was a raining when he got to the crime scene. Agent Moss 
was already there. He was standing with a cup of coffee in
one hand watching the corner take away the body.
- What have you got?
- Nice to see you too, Agent Mulder.
Mulder said nothing. It was eight in the morning and he hadn't
gotten much sleep last night. 
- Let's see. Melissa Jones, 25, working as a waitress at the
bar. Someone used a knife on her. 
- Do we know who this man is?
- No, not much. We have gotten a partial fingerprint from the
backseat but I have a feeling it will lead to nothing. This
guy is good. 
- Yeah, he's good. But we're better. We'll catch him.
- He seems to like you, Agent Mulder. He left this for you.
Agent Moss handed over a photo. The pain that struck his 
heart when saw what it was so great that he had to grasp
for air. The photo showed Scully bound and completely nude. 
Her face was pale and her eyes were hollow. She was so thin, 
so fragile. Mulder wanted to hit someone. He wanted to scream
out load. 
- Where did you find this?
- The killer had left it in the back of the car for us to find.
Mulder starred at the photo and prayed to god that she was
okay.

Darkness all around. She could feel him close. She could hear
him breathing in the dark. She was back where she had started.
Her head hurt and she was cold. She was completely nude and 
she was bound to a chair. 
- You have been a bad girl, Dana.
His voice sent chills down her spine.
- Show yourself, your bastard! 
- Well, well, well, what words you use.
- You think you're such a big man. 
- You have no idea who you're dealing with.
- Then show yourself.
- Do you believe in heaven and hell, Dana?
Her heart was racing now. She would not admit it but she
had never been so scared. 
- I'm not telling you.
He was behind her now. She could feel his breath at the back
of her neck. 
- Oh, I think you do. I have seen the cross you wear.
- So what!?
- You believe in god. Then you have to know about the devil.
- He's not real.
- Then why is here today?
She could feel his lips on her skin now. She could not avoid
them. She could not move.
- Please, I'm sorry I ran..I...
- Oh, it's not like you, Dana...
She could feel his hands on her now. She knew what was coming.
She could survive this. 
- Please, let me go. I promise I'll not do it again.
- It's to late now. You're mine now.
She closed her eyes and prayed for strength.

His heart raced in his chest as he drew his gun. Fox Mulder looked
at his new partner and said:
- Let's go.
Agent Moss broke the door down with one simple kick and then he ran
inside with gun blazing.
Arresting Michael White went easier than no one thought. Now Agent 
Mulder was sitting starring into the cold eyes of Michael White. 
- We can link you to the murder of Melissa Jones. We found your
fingerprints in the car and we have a witness. It's just a matter
of time until we can link you to the other murders.
- I'm not talking to you.
His eyes were so cold. They had no feeling. 
- Just tell me where you have her.
- Who?
- You know who I'm talking about, Agent Dana Scully.
He was smiling now.
- She's a beauty, that girl.
The anger that rose in Mulder's chest was so great that he hard time
speaking.
- If you have hurt her in anyway I swear I'll....
- She taste really nice, like sugar...Really nice.
Then everything went black and Mulder leaped over the table and 
grabbed Michael White around the throat.
- Tell me where she is or I swear I'll kill you here and now!
Mulder could hear the door to the room open but he 
didn't care. He wanted to squeeze the life out of this man.
Agent Moss was behind him.
- Let him go, Mulder. Let him go.
He wanted this man to suffer. He wanted him to die. He wanted...
Mulder let go his grip and White fell to the floor.
- Mulder, we have searched his apartment but there's no sign of
Scully. It's clean.
- This is just the beginning. We'll find her.

Dana Scully refused to cry. She refused to surrender. She had to
be strong. He had left her tied to her bed. She was so cold and she
was so hungry. She wanted to fly away from this world. 
She had learned
along time ago to be strong so she would not give up fighting just
yet. She had no idea how long she had been tied to the bed. The ropes
began to cut into her skin. She was so tired. She closed her eyes 
and fell into darkness.
The killer watched her from the door. She was sleeping now. It felt
so good to see her like that. Broken. Beaten. He had finally gotten
a taste of the lovely Scully. He smiled in the darkness and licked
his lips.

Michael White paced his cell like a caged panther. He was nervous. 
His palms were sweaty and his heart was racing in his chest. He could
still feel Mulder's hands around his throat. It's just part of the 
game, he told himself. But it wasn't supposed to be like this. Not
like this. The plan wasn't finished. There was still stuff to do.
The man would be mad if he didn't do what he had been told. But he
was in jail. They had gotten him. What could he do? 
He looked at his bed and said to himself:
- I'll do what I have been told. 
Then he placed the rope around his neck and the last thing he saw 
before he gave himself to death was the face of his master.

Fox Mulder starred at the body of Michael White. Dead. He had commit
suicide one hour before he was due to be shipped of to county jail.
- It's a pity. He's our last chance to finding Scully.
Mulder turned around and looked Agent Moss straight into his eyes.
- Don't ever say that. We'll find her. 

The light hurt her eyes. She had no idea how she had gotten out. 
She didn't care. The only thing she knew now was to run, to run 
towards freedom. She had no idea where she was or where she was going
but she had to run. She was free.

George Hill, a farmer on his way to town, found her the next morning.
She was completely nude and so thin. Her face was so pale and her 
feet were bleeding. She was lying by the road. He got out of his car
and he thought she was dead. But as he came closer she opened her
eyes and whispered:
- My name is Dana. Take me home.

They had found her. She was okay. She was coming home. Fox Mulder
walked the halls of the hospital with a smile lingering on his lips. 
He opened the door to her room with his hands trembling.
The doctor told him that she would be okay. She had been badly
beaten and she needed to stay still for some days. 
But she was here: alive. 
She was sitting up when he entered. She was so pale.
- Nice to see you, Scully. 
He walked up to her and took her into his arms. He holds her 
there for a while. He wanted to never let her go.
- He's dead, Scully. He can never hurt you again.
- I know that, Mulder. I never let him. I'm stronger than that. 
She looked so sad when he framed her face between his hands.
- I never saw his face. He wore a mask. 
- He's gone now. Don't think about him. He's not worth it.
- I know. I know. 
- He'll get through this together.
He kissed her lips and said:
- I'll never let you go, Scully.
She smiled and whisper:
- I'm so tired.
- Then, I'll go.
- No! Stay with me...
He smiled at her and said:
- I'll stay with you. Go to sleep. I slay the dragons.
She smiled and fell went to sleep.

The killer moved in the shadows like a tiger. He was in mood for 
blood again. He needed the hunt again. The blood in his veins was
burning and his heart were beating for the chase. He watched the girl
from the shadows and licked his lips. She was beautiful. She was 
perfect. He would love her forever and ever.
He smiled and said to himself:
- Oh, you're a bad boy, John.
Agent John Moss smiled at his own joke and grabbed the knife.
It was time for hunting again.

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