04-29-2017, 04:52 AM
Mulder and Scully have their hands full
with another inexplicable mastermind's
tedious infraction on the natural world.
Somehow, some way, this inhuman being managed to burn
down an entire warehouse while still inside,
then walk away unscathed. Somehow, the fire ceased in an instant.
They witnessed it extinguish itself as a shadow
lashed at Scully from the lingering dust. Of course,
it vanished in the dark, leaving the two agents alone again.
With whatever they were allotted,
they retrieved some dismembered limbs as evidence.
Those, and some bags of ashes.
Scully now stands a dark room, one lit lamp
framing her enigmatic figure focused on a small desk.
Mulder emerges from the dark, studying her intensely.
He thinks Scully hasn't noticed
fingerprinting smudged across her face,
the dusty leftovers from her attacker earlier.
He reaches his hand to the back of her jaw.
She braces, breath paused,
and his solemn thumb gently crosses over her fine cheek.
It's silent, except for the faint buzz coming from the sole light source.
"Mulder," she says. "You're tampering with evidence."
Something like a smile enlightens him
and he pulls his hand away.
Around the curve of her shoulder, he gawks
at what looks to be a severed, blackened hand.
"One unlucky bastard. Let me get you a wet towel,"
he mumbles- nearly whispers- in Scully's ear.
Notorious for her silence, Scully concedes to his pitch.
As Mulder walks away, the hand she's studying
begins to crumble. An instant cloud engulfs her face,
intrudes her lungs, and burns her rolling eyes.
She calls, while coughing, "I'll need more than one!"
In spite of it all, she's happy Mulder is there.
She waits for him, even if he takes a long while to return.
with another inexplicable mastermind's
tedious infraction on the natural world.
Somehow, some way, this inhuman being managed to burn
down an entire warehouse while still inside,
then walk away unscathed. Somehow, the fire ceased in an instant.
They witnessed it extinguish itself as a shadow
lashed at Scully from the lingering dust. Of course,
it vanished in the dark, leaving the two agents alone again.
With whatever they were allotted,
they retrieved some dismembered limbs as evidence.
Those, and some bags of ashes.
Scully now stands a dark room, one lit lamp
framing her enigmatic figure focused on a small desk.
Mulder emerges from the dark, studying her intensely.
He thinks Scully hasn't noticed
fingerprinting smudged across her face,
the dusty leftovers from her attacker earlier.
He reaches his hand to the back of her jaw.
She braces, breath paused,
and his solemn thumb gently crosses over her fine cheek.
It's silent, except for the faint buzz coming from the sole light source.
"Mulder," she says. "You're tampering with evidence."
Something like a smile enlightens him
and he pulls his hand away.
Around the curve of her shoulder, he gawks
at what looks to be a severed, blackened hand.
"One unlucky bastard. Let me get you a wet towel,"
he mumbles- nearly whispers- in Scully's ear.
Notorious for her silence, Scully concedes to his pitch.
As Mulder walks away, the hand she's studying
begins to crumble. An instant cloud engulfs her face,
intrudes her lungs, and burns her rolling eyes.
She calls, while coughing, "I'll need more than one!"
In spite of it all, she's happy Mulder is there.
She waits for him, even if he takes a long while to return.
