The X-Files: The End

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"The End"

 

Chapter 1

                                                            

Mulder sat at his desk in the basement where those X-Files  

were located, the abode of he and Scully for the past two   

years. Together, with Mulder's acceptance and Scully's      

sketpticism, they had formed the perfect bond. They formed  

two halves of a whole. They had solved the unsolveable and  

uncovered government conspiracies. Their trust was put only 

in each other, and many a time had one saved the other's    

life.                                                       

  But all that was coming to an end.                        

  No, Mulder would never leave the X-Files. The cases       

fascinated him, but that wasn't why. The cases of alien     

abduction hit home, as his sister was an abductee that      

never returned.                                             

  At his desk was a picture of Samantha, his TRUE other     

half. THIS was his motivation for staying.                  

  Being able to prove the existence of extra-terrestrial    

biological entities beyond a shadow of a doubt would be his 

life's work--he didn't deny that. But sometimes he wondered 

if all this was in vain. After all, no matter how           

convincing the evidence, the government has always managed  

to sweep it under the carpet. And would he really see his   

sister again?                                               

  Mulder had friends in the FBI who carefully watched him   

(as did his enemies!), so he had come to think that the     

X-Files were relatively safe. They HAD been shut down once  

before, but it wasn't too long before they were re-opened   

once again.                                                 

  What he HADN'T counted on was Scully--she was leaving the 

X-Files. Because of her experience with Mulder in the       

X-Files, she was offered a new position in Violent Crimes.  

She was happy, as her career was advancing. She had drive   

and ambition, something Mulder also had--but for a          

different set of goals.                                     

  How would he handle things after she was gone? How could  

he put his trust in a new partner? Deep Throat told him to  

trust no one--but he couldn't function that way. If he      

can't trust his own partner, he might as well resign, since 

nothing would get done.                                     

  But he had come so far. He had to get on his feet again,  

even after this setback.                                    

  "Good morning," Scully said to Mulder with a bright smile 

on her face. He hadn't realized she'd come in.              

  "Good morning." He tried to smile back, but he only       

managed a half-grin. He WAS happy for her--but this really  

set himself back. "I didn't have a chance to congratulate   

you on your new position."                                  

  Scully sat down at her desk. "Well, as much as I hate to

admit it, Mulder, I've learned a lot from you the past two  

years."                                                     

  "So how's this gonna work?" Mulder needed to know.        

  "Well," she answered, "I'll take one more case with you   

before moving on."                                          

  "Why? You could take your new position immediately."      

  "I know, but I thought 'one more for the road'."          

  Mulder looked down at his desk. "I'll be honest, Scully.  

I don't know what I'll do without you. You're the only one  

I trust."                                                   

  Her normally unreadable face now registered surprise. She 

had been caught off-guard. "I don't know what to say,       

Mulder."

  "I don't want to keep you from advancing your career,"      

Mulder continued, "and I AM happy for you. I just don't     

know how I'm going to continue."                            

  Scully nodded. "You'll do it, Mulder. I've never known    

anyone with more determination than you. I don't think      

anything will stand in your way."                           

  Mulder smiled. "Not even myself?"                         

  "What do you mean?"                                       

  He sighed. "Well, I've been wondering HOW I'd continue my 

work...now I'm wondering if I even SHOULD."                 

  Scully's eyes narrowed. "You've spent your whole life on  

this path."                                                 

  "There's no end Scully." He was raising his voice. "There 

never is. All the hope in the world doesn't bring me closer 

to my s...to proving the existence of non-human life."      

  Now Scully was looking down at her desk. "Well, like I    

said:  I don't know WHAT to say."                           

  "It's not you, Scully. It's just that we get so close to  

proof. We even get our hands on proof, and what happens?    

Denial. Plain and simple. A government with all the         

answers. We're supposed to trust them." Mulder took a deep  

breath, realizing his voice was getting louder and louder.  

  Just then, Aaron Collins, a young agent barged in with an 

excited look on his face. It was not often others came down 

here, so it took Mulder and Scully a little by surprise.    

  "Have you guys seen the TV?!" He was almost frantic.      

  "No. Why." Mulder was still a little depressed.           

  "I KNEW you'd want to see this, Mulder! Oh, man!"         

  "Collins, what IS it?" Mulder was in no mood to play      

"Twenty Questions".                                         

  "C'mon you guys!" Collins came all the way into the room  

and made them stand up and hurry out.                       

                                                            

  There was little chatter going on as practically everyone 

in the building was hovering around something.              

  Collins brought them to the back of the crowd. "Hey, it's 

Mulder!" At that, the crowd parted and allowed Mulder and   

Scully passage up to the front. There was a TV set there,   

on CNN. It was impossible to make out anything anyone was   

saying, as it was just excited jabber. The video was vague  

and showed something that looked like aircraft of some      

kind. With this picture quality, it was impossible to tell  

even the shape of the craft.                                

  Then Mulder made out a phrase in the midst of all the     

shouting, and it greatly brought up his interest. "This is  

not a hoax--THAT is REAL out there!"                        

  The picture was getting very fuzzy now, so CNN switched   

to a live picture of a bunch of motorists outside their     

cars with cameras. There had to be hundreds!                

  The picture switched again--and Mulder's heart nearly     

stopped cold. It was a saucer-shaped craft flying above a   

large body of water. "Where is this?" he demanded.          

  "California!" Collins shouted.                            

  A CNN reporter's voice now spoke. "For those who've just  

joined us, we're looking at live footage from Southern      

California where a large spacecraft is coming in, out of    

control. It seems to be almost...gliding in. At this time   

we do not know what is aboard, or whether or not this is    

extra-terrestrial in origin. All we know now is that an     

astronomer observed an object in orbit of the planet earth  

two days ago. Scientists from around the world have been    

looking into this, and say that this ship will crash land   

in the Mojave Desert. That is exactly what is happening     

now, and we'll continue to bring you coverage and let you   

know what we find out about this."                          

  The entire room roared with "All right, Mulder!" and "Way 

to go, Spooky!!". Mulder didn't hear any of it, tough. He   

was focused on one thing--the image on the screen. He knew  

he had to get to California as soon as he could.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

------------------ end of part one ------------------------

 

From: PXTS92C@prodigy.com (Brian Olson)

Subject: "The End" Ch. 2 - The very LAST X-Files!

Date: 6 Jan 1995 

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"The End"           Chapter 2

                                                            

The massive object glided without noise through the         

California sky. Sunlight reflected off the top of the ship, 

and a large circular shadow moved across the water. The     

large saucer in front of a clear blue sky and blue water    

background made for an awesome sight.                       

  Cars were lined up for miles, as the motorists and their  

families witnessed the most incredible event of the 20th    

century--or at least THEY thought that. Men and women       

snapped polaroids. Fathers lifted their children onto their 

shoulders and pointed out toward the metallic object,       

coming closer to them. Many people had their camcorders,    

some set up on tripods. Some people were standing in front  

of the camcorders, narrating the action and getting a shot  

of themselves in front of an alien space ship.              

  Amidst the crowd of California residents and tourists     

were the news reporters. They came from all the major       

networks, local stations, and CNN. The news cameras were on 

the craft at all times, getting larger as it approached the 

land. The area was so crowded, several reporters at the     

scene were bunched together, in each other's shots. This    

made it difficult to hear what the people were saying on    

any station.                                                

  This crowd was concentrating their attention ahead of     

them, where the ship was coming in. What they didn't notice 

was the roads behind them were covered with military        

vehicles. Soon, someone noticed some military aircraft      

flying around the area, well away from the saucer. Military 

people were now covering the area behind the mob of people. 

This group was so large, they could have used their         

collective bare hands to end the last L.A. riot in four     

seconds.                                                    

  Forty-eight-year-old General Mark Johnston gazed at the   

sight through his binoculars. Whereas the people ahead were 

concerned with what was happening right now, HE was         

thinking only of what happened after the ship touched down  

in the desert.                                              

  "Sir, what exactly are we going to do?" the corporal next 

to him sheepishly asked.                                    

  Johnston put down his binoculars and regarded the         

corporal. "I'M going to follow the orders of my superiors.  

And that's what YOU will do as well."                       

  "Yes, sir."                                               

  People ahead were shouting now. The ship was moving fast  

and would soon fly right over them. Children and adults     

alike were jumping up and down, some on their automobiles,  

in anticipation of it.                                      

  Johnston was using his binoculars again. "Corporal, make  

sure the shields are in place."                             

  The young man immediately ran to the nearest Jeep and     

used the C.B. "Unit six, this is unit one. Verify that the  

electronic shields are in place. Over."                     

  "Unit one affirmative," the jeep's speaker answered.      

"Shields in place and ready to activate on General          

Johnston's order. Over."                                    

  "Ready and waiting," the corporal called to his           

commander.                                                  

  "Check back in twenty seconds," Johnston said, still      

gazing at the sky.                                          

  "But, sir, they're ready, and--"                          

  "I gave you an order, corporal!" He had angrily turned    

his head to face the young man.                             

  "Yes, sir."                                               

  "This isn't a training exercise. We have one shot at      

completely securing the area."                              

  Johnston saw the corporal look up and gasp. Johnson       

brought the binoculars to his face, but slowly lowered      

them. He didn't need them. The ship filled the sky.         

  The crowd cheered wildly as the saucer shot right over    

them. There was a loud sonic boom, then a powerful wind.    

All the while, the crowd screamed in exhilaration.

  "Get ready with those shields!" the general shouted over    

the wind. The binoculars blew out of his hands and          

shattered noiselessly on the hard sand.                      

  The corporal screamed at the top of his lungs into the    

C.B. "Unit six!! Ready and stand by with shields!!"         

  "Unit one," a broken voice called back. The sound on the  

Jeep's speaker was very fuzzy and fading. "We do not read!  

Relay message again! Over!" But the corporal didn't hear    

him. He was busy taking in the action.                      

  Johnston was at a loss for words. Not that it would have  

mattered, since the air was still grumbling and blowing.    

There before his eyes, and the eyes of the corporal and     

hundreds of other people, the ship was about to touch down. 

It descended lower and lower and lower...                   

  ...until finally, it disappeared behind the visible land. 

  Seven seconds later, a loud boom could be heard, followed 

by the shockwave of the craft's impact rippling through the 

area.                                                       

  California residents were used to earthquakes, but this  

was different. Just thinking about what exactly was the     

cause of this tremor was both terrifying and exciting at    

the same time.                                              

  After the land stopped shaking, Johnston listened, and    

heard the most quiet silence of his life. After all this,   

standing in the middle of a busy intersection would seem    

noiseless!                                                  

  The motorists behind were yelling and jumping, as if this 

were a New Year's party and the giant apple in New York had 

just dropped signaling the new year.                        

  It was a quiet ten seconds, until Johnston realized those 

shields needed to be activated. He bolted to the Jeep and   

grabbed the C.B. that was hanging outside. The corporal was 

sitting in the dirt next to where the C.B. had been         

dangling, staring in the direction of the crash and not     

moving a muscle.                                            

  Johnson pressed the button on the side of the hand unit   

and activated the C.B. "Unit six, this is unit one. Secure  

the area and get those shields up now. Over."               

  No response. Just static.                                 

  "Unit six," he repeated, "this is unit one. Activate the  

shields."                                                   

  More fuzz.                                                

  "We need those shields!! Unit six answer!!"               

  Nothing. No answer. Johnston grabbed the wire connecting  

the hand unit to the control deck in the Jeep and ripped    

it. He threw the hand unit in no particular direction, but  

it accidentally konked into the young corporals head. The   

corporal didn't move--he was still staring in the direction 

of the crash site, which was marked by a giant brown cloud  

of dust that was rising higher.                             

  Military people were running all over the place. The      

newspeople must have been getting footage of this, what     

looked like soldiers scattering, covering the area.         

Johnston himself slimbed into the Jeep and drove toward the 

cloud of sand, leaving behind a young corporal sitting in   

the dirt.                                                   

                                                            

  "Are they in place? You're sure we have the ENTIRE area   

surrounded." Captain James, heading unit six, needed to     

know that everything was going according to plan.           

  "Yes, sir," answered his sergeant. They stood safely away 

from the wreckage, but still close enough to see eveything. 

What was a few mere moments ago a beautiful, majestic sight 

had become a pile of junk. Strange, the surface of the ship 

was smooth and appeared to shimmer when it was in flight.   

The no-longer-flying no-longer-saucer now seemed tarnished  

and wrinkled.

  Of course, who knew exactly how fast it was going when it   

hit?                                                        

  What was left of the ship lay half buried in the sand.    

There was a long trail behind it where it had slip into the 

ground. Captain James hadn't actually seen the crash, but   

thought it must have been disorienting to witness so much   

land moving.                                                

  Something caught James' eye. Something was moving in that 

pile of ship. Some broken shards of metal wiggled.          

Something was behind it!                                    

  "Activate the shield," he quietly ordered the sergeant,   

who immediately moved into the control booth that was next  

to them.                                                    

  He pressed a few buttons, then picked up a phone. "Sites  

B, C, and D, activate shields on my mark." He pressed a     

few more buttons.                                           

  "Please activate the shields," the captain called.        

Whatever it was was going to break free of the heavy metal  

any second now.                                             

  A red light on what looked like a miniature telephone     

pole between the captain and the wreckage began to flash.   

  "Bringing shields online," the sergeant said, reassuring  

the captain. He pressed more buttons.                       

  What was that! Something was screaming! It SOUNDED like   

screaming anyway. It was coming from whatever was trying to 

uncover itself and escape the large metal fragments. Now    

the metal was lighting up, turning a bright red, then       

orange. Then...                                             

  BOOM! There was an explosion, and the metal fragments     

flew into the air. James' eye watched them fly high over    

his head, and be moved to avoid being hit. The metal landed 

twenty feet in front of him, still in front of the shield   

area. He gasped with something landed behind him. He turned 

quickly to see it was...                                    

  A charred body! A humanoid body! No doubt the very same   

creature that tried to escape. James screamed.              

  "What is it, sir?" The sergeant was running toward his    

commanding officer and almost tripped over the alien. "Oh   

my..."                                                      

  "Get it back in there!" James pointed to the crash area.  

  "Sir, I've already activated the shield." He motioned the 

light on the pole in front of them. "It'll be at full       

intensity in thirty seconds."                               

  "Then hurry!"                                             

  "But sir--"                                               

  "That's an order!!" James was getting hoarse.             

  The prospect of picking up the burned carcas of an E.T.   

was not particularly pleasant. He wondered exactly what he  

should do.                                                  

  Captain James decided for him. "Now!!"                    

  The sergeant decided the best way for him to do this      

would be to grab the alien's ankles and drag him in. But he 

had to hurry, before the shield was at maximum power        

build-up!                                                   

  He gripped the alien's burned ankles. Pink fluid now      

stained his hands. He certainly hoped the government        

cleaned him up well. This was a dirty job.                  

  He reached the site of the shield. As he moved next to    

the pole, he heard a ringing in his ears, that was getting  

louder. Then as he was just getting inside the crash area,  

an electric shock paralized his body and hurled him         

twenty-five feet! The body dropped, but a split-second      

later took to the air just as the sergeant had done, and    

landed a few feet from the frightened sergeant.             

  He jumped to his feet, his entire body sore. He ran as    

fast as he could to get out of there. The light on the pole 

was now flashing, and a siren sounded. The area was secure. 

He was too late. He was trapped!                            

  "Let me out!" He screamed at his captain. "Drop the       

shield! Drop the shield!"

  Captain James only stared back from behind the invisible    

wall. He felt for this young man--who knew just how many    

other-worldly creatures were in that ship? Had any survived 

the crash?                                                  

  The sergeant was standing just inside the shield--so      

close he could feel a small amount of electricity pulsing   

through his body. Of course, it could also have been        

adrenaline. His pleas for escape were answered only with a  

cold stare from his commander. He looked all around,        

probably contemplating an escape.                           

  Then he screamed.                                         

  James almost yelled out himself when he saw it. The       

sergeant was not the only biped inside! In the distance,    

emerging from behind the metallic mass (or mess) came       

three...four...FIVE aliens! The sun was behind them, making 

them only black sillouettes in the foreground. A few        

appeared to be limping. Although James wasn't positive, it  

looked as if they were all bald. Like the burned body, they 

were clothed in gray robes. They were coming closer.        

  The sergeant's fear privaled over his brains. He ran as   

fast as he could into the shield. There was a buzzing sound 

and he was instantly shot backward. His muscles convulsed,  

then stopped, and he ran back toward the shield.            

  "CAPTAIN, LET ME OUT!!"                                   

  "I'm sorry, son," James responded, staring at the         

creatures who were not so far away now. "Don't worry,       

you'll be out of there when THEY'RE taken out."             

  "Nooooooooo! Drop the shield! Let me out! You can turn it 

back on after!" The sergeant was turning his head back and  

forth from the captain to the aliens.                       

  "I'm sorry, I can't allow that."                          

  "LET ME OUT!!" The man's voice was wrapped in anger and   

hatred. His heart seemed to jump out of his skin and pound  

on the front of his uniform.                                

  After being exposed to an extra-terrestrial and now being 

caught inside the crash site with other beings walking      

toward him, there was no doubt he'd have to spend some time 

in quarantine--probably as long as these aliens. That is,   

if he survived a heart-attack that appeared to be coming on.

  James gasped loudly as he could now see the aliens. They  

were so close, he could make out their features. They       

looked much like humans, except they were bald with red or  

brown splotches in their heads, and no ears. They were very 

close now.                                                  

  The sergeant used all of his might to break through the   

electronic shield. "Aaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!" He was blown    

back even further, and landed fifteen feet away from the    

aliens! They backed up a few feet, seeing their first human 

no doubt.                                                   

  As soon as the young man regained control of his muscles, 

he leaped to his feet and ran off in a new direction, away  

from these creatures. The aliens didn't move. They could    

have been injured in the crash.                             

  The sounds of a terrified man filled the air.             

  Captain James turned and left, not wanting the aliens to  

see him. Who knew, maybe they possessed mind control        

abilities, or other psi-powers. James had never come up     

against someone from outer space, so he wasn't taking any   

chances. He made his way to a Jeep and drove off toward the 

command center a few miles away.                            

  Once he got there, he was surprised to be driving by      

military people in what appeared to be radiation suits. He  

parked the Jeep in the sand--that's all there was here,     

just sand. The command center was just another spot in the  

sun, with tents set up everywhere. It looked like a war was 

being fought.                                               

  "Captain James, I'm General Johnston," another man in a   

radiation suit greeted while James sat in his Jeep.         

  "Sir, what's going on? Why the suits?"

  The face-mask on Johnston's white suit had a plastic visor  

that showed the whole face. He appeared to be grinning. "If 

you'll please get out of the vehicle." He moved his arms    

and motioned for James to get out of the Jeep.              

  He did so.                                                

  "Corporal," Johnston called. A man in an identical suit   

immedately came to the general's side. "Take this man to    

quarantine."                                                

  "Yes, sir."                                               

  "What?!" James stared wide-eyed at the general. HE was    

going to have to be quarantined?!                           

  "An order came in that all military people in this        

operation need to wear protective suits. Those that are in  

proximity to the fallen angel not protected must be         

quarantined."                                               

  James' jaw dropped and nearly hit the sand beneath his    

feet.                                                       

  "Good thing I got the order when I did," Johnston         

laughed. "I was on my way over there when I heard it. Take  

him away, corporal."                                        

  "But I...I--"                                             

  "Save your strength, captain."                            

  The corporal took James by the arm. He had to say         

something, before he was taken away. ANYTHING to keep from  

going. "Wait! One of my men in inside the crash site."      

  Upon hearing this, Johnston grabbed the corporal's arm    

and stopped him. He stared through the plastic face         

covering at James. "What do you mean? Is the area secured?" 

  "Yes, but a sergeant walked inside just as the shield     

went up. So he was trapped."                                

  "Why would he walk in?"                                   

  "Uh...he was dragging a dead alien inside the site.       

Something on the ship blew up, and blew the alien next to   

us. He was getting it back in."                             

  Johnston's eyes narrowed. "You were in contact with an    

extra-terrestrial?"                                         

  "It was dead. I didn't touch it."                         

  "I'm afraid you're going to have to spend even more time  

in quarantine. Take him away corporal."                     

  "Wait--"                                                  

  "I'm sorry, captain. We'll have some more questions about 

what you saw later. Right now, we need to isolate you."     

  The corporal took Captain James to a Jeep and put him in  

the passenger's side. He then drove off.                    

  Operation UO Retrieval was underway!

 

(TO BE CONTINUED...)

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