The X-Files: BOKOR HOLIDAY
From: imastinker@aol.com (ImAStinker)
Date: 21 Jul 1994 15:44:07 -0400
"BOKOR HOLIDAY"
or
(So, How was *Your* Weekend?)
by: CAC
(alias, The Stinker)
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Tom Colton was still stinging from the fact that Spooky Mulder had solved
the Tooms case and had made him look like an incompetent fool in front of
his superiors and worst of all.....Scully. He had reveled in brief
contentment when after Spooky's last escapade, the X-Files were
unceremoniously taken from him and he was given every shit case that came
along...That is until they buried him in personnel. What a monumental
day, he thought!!! Now, out of nowhere, the X-Files are reinstated,
Mulder has Scully back, and Asst. Director Skinner is retiring. Life is
not fair. Who does that guy know? His thoughts became dark as he sucked
down another scotch and with each drink, his anger and frustration grew in
proportion. How many drinks did that make, he wondered....he'd lost
count. Hell, the retirement party had been going on for a couple of hours
now. He couldn't be expected to keep record of his alcohol
consumption...could he? He looked across the room for the hundredth time
and spied them yet again....smiling, laughing....even Spooky was having a
good time. Well, "why wouldn't he," he grumbled to himself. Spooky
seemed to be Dana's "second skin" all night...they were inseparable, in
the literal sense. They danced by him again, if you'd call what they were
doing...dancing, he pondered disdainfully. Why don't they just drop the
pretense and do the "wild thing" right there in the middle of the floor?
He snickered to himself at the imagined event and suddenly realized that
the music had stopped and Mulder had left Dana alone to walk over to the
bar to refill their glasses, stumbling slightly along the way. Well
that's a wonder...seems he was not the only one who had imbibed a little
too much this night. Mulder seemed to be treading shaky ground as well.
He decided this would probably be his last chance at getting Dana alone
and made his move.
Colton carefully picked his way through the crowd of partygoers until he
had placed himself directly behind Scully's left elbow. Seizing her upper
arm, he spun her around roughly and demanded obnoxiously, "About time you
danced with a *normal* guy don't ya think?" Dana, realizing that he'd had
one too many, decided to be diplomatic and tried to redirect his
attentions to someone else. "Really Tom, I don't want to dance right
now...but thank you...perhaps one of the other...." "I'm not intersted in
one of the *others* he growled obstinately, I want to dance with
you...NOW." He jerked her toward the dance floor as she twisted in his
grip to try and free herself. Now *she* was becoming angry.
Tom took several steps with his unwilling partner in tow before he
realized that someone was blocking his path. He could only guess who that
might be. Looking up, he saw Mulder standing before him holding a
delicate crystal drink glass in each hand, glaring down at him with barely
contained fury. Mulder spoke through clenched teeth in a low controlled
voice that belied the anger that he suddenly felt. "Colton, the lady said
she's not interested. I suggest that you release her arm and find someone
else."
Colton violently dropped her arm and stepped up to Mulder in a threatening
stance, angrily spitting out his words. "Why, Spooky? Have you staked a
claim? Huh, Spooky? Is she that good a *lay*? Huh? Oh, I
forgot...you're only interested in mutants, aliens, and shit like
that....probably wouldn't know what to do with a *real* woman...would ya,
Spooky?"
A crowd gathered around listening intently with the gossipmongers at the
head of the pack as Mulder studied Colton with disbelief, his hazel eyes
seething with dark contempt. Scully sensed disaster and stepped in to try
and diffuse a rapidly deteriorating situation. "Come on Mulder, you're
both drunk...it's not worth it." Tugging on his sleeve she repeated in a
pleading tone, "PLEASE." He considered her words, but Colton just
wouldn't let it alone and repeated mockingly, "Yeah, Spooky, PLEASE....bet
she likes it doggy-style."
Even Scully was taken aback at this last remark and her mouth fell open
soundlessly. She watched helplessly as Mulder's grip tightened
explosively around the glass in his right hand in an effort to contain
himself. The delicate glass suddently shattered under the pressure about
the same time as his cool and he flung the other glass to the floor.
Snatching Tom's suit lapel with his now bloody right hand, he wrenched him
forward until they were face to face. He glanced briefly at Scully.."I
may be three sheets to the wind, but I can still recognize an asshole when
I see one and Colton....You're a fucking asshole. Do you come from a
family of fucking assholes? I mean....is it genetic?....or do you have to
work at it? As for knowing how to treat a *real* woman...up yours. Any
relationship that I do or don't have with my partner is none of your
goddamn business or anyone else's. Gee, call me old-fashioned but if you
ever insult her again, I will rearrange your fucking face. Now get the
hell out of my way before I plant this size thirteen up your goddamn ass
and put you into orbit over Arlington as a fucking UFO."
Mulder grasped Dana with his left hand and turned to leave but Colton,
filled with resentment, called out acidly. "Fox." Mulder spun around just
in time to see a fist headed in his direction which with some effort, he
was able to avoid. He in turn fired off a right with the injured hand
that caught Colton square in the face and sent him to the floor in a
slide. Scully smiled sweetly at Tom as he sat up awkwardly against the
wall. "I once said that I wanted to be there when you fell on your
ass....this isn't exactly what I had in mind, but it just goes to
show...wishes can come true."
Scully put her arm gingerly around Mulder's waist and gently supported him
as he walked unsteadily to the door.
"Mulder, just what in the hell did you think you were doing?"
He looked at her with feigned innocence. "Coming to the aid of a damsel
in distress?"
Scully glanced at him ruefully. "Oh great, my knight in shining armor, my
hero, my prince....."
Uh oh, he thought uneasily...wrong response. What'd I do now? OK Mulder,
back up and review the situation.
Number one: First off, ya got slightly polluted....that's *not* gonna
work in your favor.
Number two: So you made a scene in public....So what? YOU didn't start
it.
Number three: Then you hurt yourself and punched somebody in the
face....Well goddamn it, the bastard deserved it...so why is she pissed?
Number four: You're still bombed, so even though this makes perfectly
logical sense to you, she's not gonna but it.......
Out loud he merely offered with resign, "Dana, you know I would never let
anybody hurt you."
Oh shit. The look on her face told him that he should brace himself for
another Scully lecture. Yep....she's gonna jump your ass for
sure.....Well, fool, better sit back and shut up before you dig yourself
in any deeper.
She looked at his hand with concern in her eyes. "Don't make promises
that you may not be able to keep...I know it's *Difficult* but try to
remember....You are *Not* Captain America, O.K.? YOU can get hurt. Let
me see your hand." He tried to give her the uninjured one. "No, Mulder,
the other one....you know the one with the handkerchief wrapped around
it..(God, is he messed up)" He held out his right hand for inspection and
she gently unwrapped it. "Good going, Mulder, looks like it's gonna need
stitches."
Mulder studied it with detached interest. "It's OK, it doesn't hurt."
Scully smiled slightly and shook her head. "It will when you're sober.
Get in the car and try not to get sick or pass out. We'll have to go to
my place so I can clean the cuts and stitch them up because there is no
way I'm going to spend the rest of the night in the Emergency waiting room
and watch you bleed all over the floor."
"That's disgusting," he whispered groggily as he settled down in the car
seat.
She reached over, fastened his seat belt and stroked a wayward piece of
hair from his eyes. They were beautiful eyes, soft and gentle, and right
now...slightly blurry and a little red. He looked at her quizzically and
then just smiled. She started the car and pulled away from the curb. He
was the most complicated man she had ever known...God, it would take a
lifetime to figure him out, if she ever could...She smiled at the
prospect.
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Date: Sun, 24 Jul 1994 12:28:33 -0500
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Subject: BOKOR #10
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BOKOR #10
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Sitting by the bed, she watched him sleep a deep, peaceful sleep and
shuttered. She'd nearly lost him....between the injuries, the shock and
the poison, it had been a long, rough night.
The warmth of the sun shining through the hospital window woke her and she
opened her eyes to find that he had been watching *her* sleep.
"Good Morning," she ventured cheerfully. " Nice to see you're still among
the living, Sherlock."
He motioned weakly for her to come closer, then reached out, pulled her to
him and kissed her soundly on the lips. He whispered in her ear, "I was
unable to return the gesture last night." Quietly, he added, "Thank you."
She stepped back and saw the twinkle was back in his eyes where it
belonged.
"Tom Colton was picked up today and taken into custody," she said without
preamble.
Mulder questioned her with his eyes and she continued.
"He put a contract out on you, Mulder."
Now she really had his attention.
"It's true that he broke the "Ton Ton Ma Kut" drug ring but his success
was based on information given to him by the "Process". He made a deal
with them that he would concentrate all the Bureau's efforts against the
Ton Ton Ma Kut, giving the "Process" free reign to pick up the slack while
he turned the other way when it came to *their operations* if they would
do one thing.....get rid of you. This way he felt that he could kill the
proverbial two birds with one stone. One: He could get the recognition
that he felt he deserved and a rung up the infamous ladder and Two: He
could get you out of his hair for good, thereby fulfilling some kind of
perverse revenge that he felt he owed to you. Momma Lorina was right when
she said that the amulet didn't belong with the other objects. It was Tom
who put those things in my apartment and Tom who hit you and left the
doll. He wanted to throw you off and jerk your chain and it worked.
Mulder, he read you like a book. All you could see is that *I* might be
in danger, so it never occurred to you that *you* could be the target.
Dropping the amulet by my door was an accident, in fact it was the one
thing that tipped me off that you might be in trouble."
"So, I can be *read* that easily, huh?" He sounded a little disappointed.
"Now, where do you want to go when you get out of here? We still have a
week of vacation left you know."
"I dunno," he said languidly. Where do *you* wanna go?"
"I don't know," she smirked, "Where do you want to go?"
"I think I'll go to work," he mumbled, "It's safer. OK, how about a visit
to my Aunt Carol's ranch in Vermont? Lots of fresh air, sunshine, horses,
trees, me.......Hey Scully, we could go for a walk in the forest."
She looked at him in mock horror.
"Whaaat? he asked with angelic innocence.
"I was remembering the *last* time you asked me to go for a walk in the
forrest."
"Oh, right....Do I know how to show a girl a good time or what?" He
yawned
and drifted lazily back into his dreams.
She paused and said a silent prayer and thanked whatever devine power it
was that kept Fox Mulder safe. She was beginning to realize just how
*much* she would have missed him......
FINE
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From: imastinker@aol.com (ImAStinker)
Date: 21 Jul 1994 16:47:05 -0400
Scully glanced at the clock on the dashboard as they pulled up in front of
her apartment. Oh boy, she thought, 1 AM...No sleep tonight..er..today.
She reached over to Mulder to unfasten the safety belt and noticed the
handkerchief had come undone while he slept and a dark red spot had formed
on his clothes. "Well Mulder, guess you've bought a tux...they're
certainly not gonna want it back now." She shook him gentle with no
response except a low moan. "Come on Mulder....wake up...you're gonna
have to help with this. You're too big to carry. Alright big guy you
asked for it." She took her fingers and mightily flicked his left ear,
immediately producing the desired effect. His eyes flew open in confusion
until he was able to focus on her face. "Are we there yet?" he asked
hoarsely.
"Yeah, we're here," she said, as she got out of the car and walked around
to the passenger side. Mulder opened the door and emerged swaying
slightly while leaning heavily on the car door for support. Suddenly the
color seemed to drain from his face and he mumbled hastily, "Excuse me,"
as he turned and made a bee-line to the corner of the building where he
promptly threw up everything he had eaten in the last two days....at least
that's how it felt.
"Mulder, you OK?" Jesus, she thought, how many times has she had to ask
that question? Too many.
"I'm fine....just fine," he murmured, unconvincingly.
Once inside the apartment, she ushered him quickly into the bathroom,
washed the cuts, wrapped his hand in a clean towel and seated him in a
chair at the dining room table. "Stay there and don't move," she said
with authority. He looked up at her with his best *puppy dog* eyes and
meekly replied, "yes ma'm."
She left the room and returned carrying a black bag, from which she
produced a menacing looking syringe.
"What's that?" Mulder asked with growing apprehension.
"It's a syringe, Mulder, you must be out of it more than I thought."
"I know it's a needle....why do you need it?"
"It's just Novocain to kill the pain while I'm sutchering your hand. Due
to the amount of alcohol in you blood, I'm kind of limited from giving you
any of the *good* drugs."
"Can't you just butterfly em or something...it really doesn't
hurt...much."
"No, I can't."
"Dana," he whispered softly, "I hate needles. I Really do hate them."
She'd heard that tone before and it usually worked...but not this time.
If she gave in, it would definitely not be in his best interest. "I don't
*Believe* you, she countered. You've been shot, stabbed, poisoned, beaten
up and God knows what else and you're afraid of a little needle?"
"LITTLE," he stammered, "That thing looks like the Alaskan Pipeline."
"I'm not discussing it any more...it's got to be done, so be quiet, don't
move, and take it like a man."
"Dana, why do people always say things like that befor they intend to
inflict great bodily pain?"
"To embarrass people like you into submission. Now hold still. I have
work to do."
He gave her a gorgeous smile and with mischievous eyes, he replied in a
low, sultry voice, "Dana, you don't have to embarrass me...I'd submit
willingly....."
She shook her head slowly. "What am I going to do with you?"
He looked hopeful. "I could think of a lot of things, none of which your
mother would probably approve."
"You're not gonna make this easy...are you?"
He grinned, "Nope."
************************************
She awoke to the sound of music playing in the other room and the space
next to her empty. Rolling over, she stared at the alarm clock on the
night stand. Oh God, 6 AM.....Did he forget that we're on
vacation?...Where in the hell was that music coming from anyway...I don't
remember having that in my CD collection she thought foggily. Besides, he
should be having the mother of all hangovers at this point...sometimes I
think that man's not human. Then she remembered the piano. The gift from
her brother had arrived yesterday and she felt guilty that she had totally
forgotten about it and had not even called to thank him. Dana padded
quietly through the hallway and peered out into the living room and was
more than a little surprised to see the incongruous sight of her partner
sitting at the piano, clothed in nothing but a pair of light blue boxers.
He didn't notice her, so she remained silent and just listened to the
soft, melodic voice. He played beautifully.
"In every heart there is a room
A sancturary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes...
And you're the only one who knows......"
Dana moved up quietly behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. "I
didn't know you could play."
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Dana," he said with an
air of mystery.
He held up his bandaged hand and said jokingly, "It's kinda hard to play
like Liberace when your wrapped up like a mummy."
She smiled, "Well, it was still beautiful."
"Thanks, Mother always believed in a "well-rounded " education.
"You never cease to amaze me."
"Really? Think we can figure out what I'm gonna wear?" She conducted a
quick appraisal and stated enthusiastically, "What you have on looks
pretty good...blue's your color." He rewarded her with a pained
expression and got up. It was then he noticed something wedged between
the piano and the wall. "Hey Scully, there's something stuck behind you
piano." Mulder reached into the space and pulled out the object, holding
it up to the light. It appeared to be a human bone with Dana's named
scrawled on it in red. He glanced over at her with eyebrows raised and
remarked in dryly, "momentos from your first autopsy? I didn't realize
you were into collecting souvenirs."
"Mulder," she said shakily, "I've never seen that thing before in my life.
I hope this is somebody's idea of a sick joke.
All humor left his eyes, "Has anything else turned up around here that
you don't recognize?"
"Well", she contemplated for a moment, "I did find a gold medallion
outside my door the other day."
His brows knitted with concern, "Where is this "medallion" now?"
She favored him with a questioning stare, "I left it with Mr. Woodworth,
the landlord. I assumed someone in the building had lost it.
"Dana, where are my clothes? I've got to get dressed."
Oh no, she despaired, she'd seen that look before and it meant nothing but
trouble. "Where are we going?" she ask warily.
"To see a man about a piece of jewelry."
"This is VACATION, Mulder, remember....relax , no work...have
fun...Etc....... This is *not* and X-File....Just someones *bad* joke."
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"Oh wonderful, Mulder, this just peachy. It't our first day of vacation
and here we are spending it hassling*my* landlord about an object that
isn't even mine....I *know there has to be some unfathomable explanation
for this foray into the realm of jewelry, so if you don't mind, I would be
most appreciative if you would let *me* in on why in the hell we're here."
Mulder pressed the buzzer with renewed zeal and began to answer her, when
the door cracked open and a bedraggled middle-aged man in a bathrobe
peered out from beneath the door chain.
"Sorry to bother you so early in the moring Mr. Woodworth. I'm special
agent Fox Mulder with the FBI and I was wondering if I could speak with
you for a moment?"
Mr. woodworth glanced at Scully and said in recognition, "oh, it's
you...sure, come on in." He made his way to the couch, sat down heavily
and propped his feet up on the coffee table. "Now, what can I do for you
Mr. Mulder that couldn't wait till later?"
"Well, it seems that you have a medallion that belongs to me and I've just
come by to pick it up."
Scully snapped her head in his direction at this unexpected revelation and
opened her mouth in surprise, then shut it suddenly when she saw Mulder
shoot her a look that demanded silence.
Luckily, Mr. Woodworth didn't catch the by-play and merely stated gruffly,
"The damn thing is on my desk and you're welcome to it...it gives me the
creeps."
Mulder ambled over to the desk and nonchalantly retrieved the amulet
between his thumb and forefinger, studying it briefly, before dropping it
into his pocket. He thanked the man for his assistance, collected Scully,
and left Mr. Woodworth to his couch, coffee, and TV.
As they left the building, Mulder tossed Scully the keys. "You drive."
She caught the keys in mid-air with a gesture tht betrayed her growing
annoyance. "OK, where to?"
He smiled sheepishly. "My place first so I can change into "something a
little more comfortable"(He didn't like tuxedos and being in one this long
made him ansy), and then to see Mamma Lorina. The address he gave her was
definitely not in the better part of town.
Mulder leaned back in the seat, pulled out the talisman and began
scratching at it with his pocket knife. "I knew it!", he said with
satisfaction. "It's lead underneath."
Scully, who had been driving in silence, hit the brakes out of frustration
and brought the car to a screeching halt along the shoulder of the road.
"Damn it, Mulder, are you gonna tell me what the hell is going on or am I
gonna kick you butt out of this car right now and make you walk home?"
"Jesus, Dana, he said with genuine surprise, "I didn't want to say
anything until I was sure."
"Sure about what?"
"Have you been missing anything lately? You know, even something small?
"Yeah, I lost my brush again, big deal. I lose it at least once a week.
So what's a lost brush have to do with this *great mystery* that you won't
tell me about?"
He appeared to be indecisive and mumbled, "If I tell you, you'll think I'm
nuts."
"Mulder," she said evenly, "*That* is a foregone conclusion....Now spill
it."
"I think".....he paused for a moment...."I think someone is trying to put
a curse on you."
"A what?" She managed a crooked smile until she realized that he was dead
serious.
"A curse.", he said quietly. The lead medallion, the human bone with your
name on it....I"ll bet you ten to one if it's analyzed, you'll find that
the name was written in human blood. These are all items commonly used in
the practice of *bokor* or black magic. I fear your life may be in
danger."
"My God, I think this time you may really have gone off the deep end.",
she said with concern. First of all, who would want to curse me and
secondly, I don't believe somebody can hurt you just by willing it."
"Good," he replied with relief.
"Wait a minute...Mulder, aren't you gonna try and convince me to *open* my
mind and consider the possibilities?"
"No", he state matter-a -factly. "This is one time where you're better
off *not* believing...in this instance, *Belief* can kill. I know you
don't believe and that's OK, but please listen to me. Someone has been in
your apartment, someone has been watching you. Now you'll have to admit
that whoever that someone is can't be up to any good. When I was involved
in the "Process" cult murder investigation in 87', I was made painfully
aware of what evil and perversions these monsters would inflict in order
to fulfill their satanic doctrines. Their horror was worse than anything
the X-Files could ever chronicle. They were an abomination of nature, a
grotesque evil, not only of the body but of the soul as well. *You* may
not believe, but *they* *do* and in the end, that's what counts. Please
don't take this lightly...these people are dangerous and must be stopped."
She knew that she did not believe in black magic, but she also knew that
she *did* believe in Fox Mulder and if his instincts told him there was
danger, she would listen.
She placed her hand gently on top of his and patted it lightly in
acknowledgment, started the car and drove.
He relaxed a little. At least he'd won this round as he knew he would.
The presentation of his argument had been logical and after all, she *was*
a very logical woman.
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Date: Sun, 24 Jul 1994 12:27:12 -0500
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BOKOR Pt. 4
Later, against her protests, he staggered to his feet and shakily made his
way to the sofa and sat down. The effort drained him. He then noticed
the doll on the table. "Where did this come from?", he asked, picking it
up as though just touching it would burn him.
"I found it at the end of the hallway...I thought it was yours. You do
have some strange things in here you know."
"It's a voodoo doll," he said with loathing. "The hair and pieces of
cloth probably belong to you." They were here, Scully....they were here."
He pulled on a loose fitting shirt over his still throbbing head and
walked slowly toward the door. "Come on Dana, I'm gonna get to the bottom
of this. Let's get this stuff analyzed and then go see Mamma."
"Who is Mamma?", she asked, her curiousity piqued.
"Only about the most unusual person you'd ever want to meet."
"Can't be," she stated wryly, "I've already met him." She stared at him
with a smirk that made him chuckle.
"No, really, she's about the best authority on anything having to do with
witchcraft, voodoo, the occult, etc. She's a mambo, that's a voodoo
priestess and she's also plugged into cult activities in the area. She's
really *out there*.....You'll like her."
She felt silly walking to the lab carrying a voodoo doll and a bone.
Perhaps she should let Mulder take this stuff in there, after all they
were all used to getting weird things from him. Nah, that wouldn't be
fair....it was just a thought. Oh hell and damnation....What's Colton
doing here? Just what I need to round out a perfectly glorious day.
Maybe Mulder won't see him. Too late...
Mulder crossed the room to where Colton was standing and they eyed each
other briefly. Mulder obviously came to some sort of decision and
addressed Colton calmly. "I hear that you cracked the Ton Ton Ma Kut drug
ring. I'm glad to hear there is one less cult-based crime syndicate for
us to contend with....good work. I would also like to apologize for
punching you in the face last night. Granted, you really pissed me off,
but resorting to violence is not my usual MO. I hope any further
altercations will be unnecessary. However, should the situation present
itself again in the future, I only wish that I am sober enough to remember
how much I enjoyed it."
Dana watched in disbelief, trying to comprehend exactly what she thought
she heard. "Mulder, did I just hear you apologize to that jerk? I think
that blow to your head has affect your brain."
"It wasn't quite an apology, just almost." He grinned broadly, "Sometimes
the need to mess with their heads..." He chuckled, "God, I love this
place!" He gingerly followed Scully through the labe doors and proceeded
to be a general pest as usual, looking over everyones' shoulder and
questioning every aspect of each analysis. Various technicians, over the
years, had gotten used to him being under foot and when he wasn't around,
they actually missed the attention that he afforded them.
Scully took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "Most of the tests are
inconclusive, however, the blood present on the bone is A+ and human and
the genetic make-up of the blood also matches the genetic code found in
the cellular structure of the bone, thereby indicating that both items
came from the same individual. This person either died or was killed,
dismembered and his blood was then used to write the script. Mulder, this
is insidious. Did you have any luck with the other items?"
"Not much. There are no usable fingerprints except ours on anything. I
sent the amulet to the crypto guys to try and figure out the symbols and
writing. The doll, however, was filled with a rich type of soil usually
found near riverbeds and farms." "Hey Scully," he tapped the end of her
nose with his forefinger, "how's about us doin' a little slummin'? I
think it's time to call on Mamma Lorina."
This was indeed a very seedy part of town. What could he possibly expect
to accomplish here? They arrived at the tiny herbal/apothecary shop and
went inside. Mulder led her down the narrow passageway and parted the
beaded curtains at the end. "Ah...., memories of Woodstock," he purred
with a nostalgic air.
"Mulder, you were never a Woodstock."
"Yeah, well, I saw the movie!" He began to bellow at the top of his
voice, "Mamma Lorina, Mamma Lorina.....you in here?"
A large, black woman appeared from a back room, wearing traditional Island
dress and speaking with an equally traditional Island accent.
"Is dat ya, Fox? Come here ta mamma ya unruly boy. Dare is no need ta
bring ta house down bout our ears wid all dat noise." She reached up
placed both hands firmly on the sides of his face and forcefully brought
his head down to plant a kiss on his forehead, then released him, smacking
him playfully on the cheek.
"Ya not come ta see mamma in long time ya naughty boy...an now I see
perhaps why dis be so. Who is dis lovely young girl, mon?"
"He blushed and cleared his throat. "Ah..this is my partner, Dana
Scully."
"So ya be keepin' dis one outta major trouble?", she asked laughingly as
she glanced in his direction.
Dana's eyes took on a peculiar glint as she looked at the jovial woman
standing before her. "I try, Mamma, I *do* try."
"I know ya not come jus to see Mamma, so what be ta problem dis time, ma
Fox?"
He told her in great detail about the objects and events that had occurred
in the past few hours and asked for her opinions and advice.
"Tell me, Mamma, what do you hear about cult activities in this area
lately?"
"I hear dat when da "Ton Ton Ma Kut" syndicate was broken, ta "Process"
took da control to ta drugs, child prostitution and pornography in dis
area. I also tell ya, Fox, ta Voodoo be bo longer pure. It now be mixed
jus like America. It be harder to tell where ta Voodoo end and ta udder
magic begin. Ta doll, bone, and blood could be ta work of a *houngan* or
Bokor Priest...it is powerful mojo, but the charm...dis is not
Voodoo...dis is ta evil magic like dat used by ta "Process"..ta worship ta
Evil One. Often times ta name of ta sacrifice in in some way hid in ta
markins'"
"Thanks, Mamma." He smiled and hugged her tightly. "I will try ta be a
good boy an com see Mamma mor dan one time in ta year," he mimicked in his
best Island voice.
"Miss Scully," Mamma handed her a card. "Dis be ma numba, if ya be
needin' any ting at all."
"Thank you, I shall keep it handy."
"Let's get back to the Bureau, Scully, I want to get another look at that
medallion..I think it's still in crypto."
"Mulder, she eyed him with amusement, "You certainly have some *strange*
friends."
"I know," he countered, appraising *her* from head to toe.
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Subject: BOKOR Pt. 5
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BOKOR Pt. 5
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They made it back to the Bureau about 6:00 PM and most of the building was
deserted except for a few employees and agents catching up on paperwork.
They parted at the elevator. He went to the office in the basement and
she went to crypto to retrieve the medallion.
Mulder, files in hand, returned to the main office area to discover
Colton, of all people, working at a desk. "Colton, has Scully been by
here yet?"
Colton looked somewhat annoyed, but answered, "Yeah, she was here...got a
phone call, something about an abandoned farm out by Old River Road."
Mulder suddenly remebered the soil composition they had found in the
voodoo doll and he came to a very alarming conclusion. "Quick Colton, she
may be walking into trouble, I'm leaving now...call for back up." He ran
for the door and out of the building. He *had* to catch her.
Scully walked into the main office area and was startled to find Colton
busily working at a desk. "Tom, have you seen Mulder?"
Tom looked up from his work, "Yeah, he got a phone call about a lead or
something and said to tell you to stay here and try to figure out that
medallion."
That's odd, she thought. It was not like hm to leave her alone without an
explanation, especially if he believed her life to be in danger. It must
have been *some* lead. She sat down at an empty desk and turned the
object over with her fingertips. Well at least crypto had translated the
symbols into letter she could understand.
Mulder drove up to the old barn, quietly with the headlights out. If Dana
was in there, he didn't want to startle them into any irrational behavior.
He got out of the car, drew his weapon and silently crept up to the
building. There was no moon and seeing anything was nest to impossible so
he felt his way along the wall, listening for any sound or movement. In a
sudden flurry, a heavy weight fell on him from above and he crashed to the
floor, the impact jarring the gun from his hand. He searched for it
frantically as many pairs of hands grabbed at his body and held him
immobile, while someone stripped him to the waist and removed his shoes.
His hands were manacled and a piece of duck tape was placed over his mouth
as he was hoisted toward the ceiling and left suspended several inches
above the dirt floor.
How long had he been hanging here? Where was his back up? What the fuck
was going on? This was one party he decided he didn't want to stick
around to attend but the more he struggled to try and free himself, the
deeper the metal dug into his wrists....he could feel the warm liquid
trailing down his arms....his arms, God they ached and it was getting
harder and harder to breathe...
Scully looked at the object for the umteenth time and sighed. OK, Dana,
let's try a different approach...pretend that you're doing the anagrams in
the newspaper. So, write down all the letters in the order in which they
appear as you go around the circle. "Here goes nothin'," she said out
loud. She wrote them down one by one. SEIDREDLUM. She stared at the
letters with sudden comprehension. It was so simple! Why in the name of
heaven hadn't she seen it before? "It's not me..It's not me.," she said
in a raised voice...".Oh my God, they're after Mulder."
A clerk who had been working late came into the room at the sound of her
outburst. "Is everything alright?, she asked.
"No, Peggy. Where's Colton?"
"He left about a half hour ago. I was kind of surprised to see *you* here
since I overheard Tom tell Mulder that you had gone to investigate a lead
at some deserted farm on Old River Road.
"Peggy, call the local police and have them meet me at that location...It
could be a matter of life or death....Hurry!"
She sped off in the car, hoping all the way that somehow she could be
wrong.
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Date: Sun, 24 Jul 1994 12:27:28 -0500
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@vorlon.mankato.msus.edu>
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Subject: BOKOR Pt. 6
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BOKOR Pt 6
***********************
A fire sprang up behind him and cast eerie shadows on the floor and on the
wall before him, towered an inverted cross above a large, waist-high table
of granite. An ordinary barn had suddenly transformed into a vision of
hell.
Something had gone terribly wrong. Where was his damn back up and where
was Dana? He got a sickening feeling that perhaps they had harmed her.
Panic and sorrow gathered within him like an approaching storm and its
raging tempest made him physically ill.
The doors opened slowly and a long line of hooded figures, carrying
lighted candles filed into the building, chanting,"Soul-ti-bon-ange," in a
low monotonous tone. The lead figure carried with him a three foot length
of cane. He had heard of "scourging" during certain rites but had read
that it was a symbolic gesture and never actually performed. Somehow he
knew there would be no symbolism here....Goddamn it, he was about to die
at the hands of beings who he despised and was denied even the ability to
fight back. Anger filled his entire being.....anger and something
else....regret. Dans...There were so many things he'd wanted to tell her,
so many things that he'd *needed* to say....so much left undone. He was
afraid. He did not want to die.
One by one they struck him and he shook involuntarily with each new pain
that they inflicted. Their chanting echoed in his head and made him
dizzy. He felt numb.
The high priest stood before him, ceremonial dagger in hand. Mulder
wrestled with his own demons to face the terror that confronted him and as
the blade pierced his side, the primordial scream that filled his mind was
never allowed to escape his lips.
Dana willed the car to go faster. A sense of dread surrounded her and an
anxiety that she could not explain tied her stomach in knots. Tears
filled her eyes. Hang on...please hang on.
The blood dripped freely from his wound into the small, silver chalice
which was then held high above the priest's head. The high priest
sanctified the offering, raised it to his lips and passed it around the
circle. Mulder watched in horror as they drank his blood. This could not
be reality, he thought, yet this was more hideous than any nightmare he
could ever have imagined on his own.
With the circle completed, the high priest placed a strange white powder
into the remaining liquid, chanted some words in a language that Mulder
did not understand, and force the contents down his throat. The spasms
convulsed him at first and then gradually lessened as the paralysis claim
his body. He could hear the beating of his own heart. His mind was aware
yet the messages it sent were ignored by his body. His senses were intact
even though he could not respond. They released him from his shackles and
laid him upon the granite alter. The chanting increased in pitch and
fervor as the high priest raised the dagger high above his chest. He
wanted to look away but his eyes were open and he did not possess the
power to close them.
A shot rang out, followed by bright lights and mass discord. The police
had arrived and he found himself staring up a what appeared to be
emergency medical personnel who discussed him like he wasn't even there.
"No respiration, no pulse, eyes fixed and unresponsive...we're too late
for this one...he's dead." They pulled a sheet up over his face. "Leave
him for the coroner."
Coroner? Oh fuck, they think I'm dead...I'm not dead you son of a bitch.
He screamed at them in his mind, but they could not hear and he had no way
to tell them.
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Dana willed the car to go faster. A sense of dread surrounded her and an
anxiety that she could not explain tied her stomach in knots. Tears filled
her eyes. Hang on....please hang on.
The blood dripped freely from his wound into the small, silver chalice which
was then held above the high priest's head. He canctified the offering,
fraised it to his lips and passed it around the circle. Mulder watched in
horror as they drank his blood. This could not be reality, he thought, yet
it was more hideous than any nightmare that he could ever have imagined on
his own.
With the circle completed, the high priest placed a strange, white powder
into the remaining liquid, chanted words in a language that Mulder did not
understand and forced the contents down his throat. The spasms convulsed him
at first, then gradually lessened as the paralysis claimed his body. He
could hear the beating of his own heart. His mind was aware yet the messages
that it sent were ignored. His senses were intact even though he could not
respond. They released him from his shackles and laid him upon the granite
alter. The chanting increased in pitch and fervor as the high priest raised
the dagger high above his chest. He wanted to look away but his eyes were
open and ge did not possess the power to close them.
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Date: Mon, 25 Jul 94 08:56:07 EDT
A shot rang out, followed by bright lights and mass discord. The police had
arrived and he found himself staing up at what appeared to be medical
personnel who were discussing him as though he did not exist.
"No respiration, no pulse, eyes fixed and unresoponsive......we're too late
for this one, he's dead." They pulled a sheet up over his face. "Leave him
for the coroner."
Coroner? Oh fuck, they think I'm dead....I'm not dead you son of a
bitch....He screamed at them in his mind, but they couldn't hear and he had
no way to tell them.
Dana pulled up to the flashing lights. There were police cars everywhere and
she noticed, one ambulance. She ran to the officer in charge, showed him her
ID and was told exactly what she did not want to hear. She held on to her
grief and entered the building, hoping beyond hope that they had been
mistaken. She reached over and pulled the sheet away from his battered body,
brushed the stray hair from his eyes as she had done so many times before,
and gently kissed his lips. She caressed his lifeless hand and pressed it to
her cheek. Unable to contain herself any longer, she wept openly and without
reservation.
Seeing her plunged him into a depth of despair that he had not known to be
possible. She was so close. He felt her breath on his face and the warmth
of her body nest to him, yet she might as well be standing on the moon for he
could not reach her. In hopeless anguish, he cried with her.
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Date: Sun, 24 Jul 1994 12:28:25 -0500
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BOKOR #9
**********************
Seeing her plunged him into a depth of despair tht he had not known to be
possible. She was so close. He felt her breath on his face and the
warmth of her body next to him, yet she might as well be standing on the
moon for he could not reach her. In hopeless anguish, he cried with her.
She looked down at him one last time and saw it....a single tear traced
its way down his cheek. Dana stared at it momentarily in amazement, then
rushed to the door.
"Get an EMT in here NOW!," she yelled. "I want that equipment in there."
She pointed to the barn. "And HURRY!"
The technician was slow to respond and looked at her with pity. "I'm
sorry, but the man is dead."
"Listen, I am a doctor. I have seen hundreds of dead bodies. I've seen
them shake. I've seen them open their eyes. I've even seen them sit
up...but I have NEVER seen one cry. Now get your ass in there."
On the way back into the building, she cornered one of the followers as he
was being led away. "What did you give him?" "Tell me what you gave
him!!!, she snarled.
"Zombie poison."
"What the hell is that?" She frantically searched her pockets and pulled
out Momma Lorina's card and gave it to the sergeant. "Call this woman and
tell her Fox was given "zombie poison". I don't know what the hell it is
but you can bet that she does. I want to know what's in it and what to
use as an antidote. Got that? I want it copied down verbatim...NO
mistakes and then
I want the information sent to the toxicology lab at the hospital STAT. I
want the antidote ready for him when he gets there."
"Dr. Scully, "You were right. The EKG is recording a heartbeat. It's very
faint but it's there."
"OK, put him on 2 liters Oxygen and start an IV...normal saline. Hang
on...
You're gonna make it. Let's get you out of here."
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Date: 21 Jul 1994 15:44:07 -0400
"BOKOR HOLIDAY"
or
(So, How was *Your* Weekend?)
by: CAC
(alias, The Stinker)
***********************************
Tom Colton was still stinging from the fact that Spooky Mulder had solved
the Tooms case and had made him look like an incompetent fool in front of
his superiors and worst of all.....Scully. He had reveled in brief
contentment when after Spooky's last escapade, the X-Files were
unceremoniously taken from him and he was given every shit case that came
along...That is until they buried him in personnel. What a monumental
day, he thought!!! Now, out of nowhere, the X-Files are reinstated,
Mulder has Scully back, and Asst. Director Skinner is retiring. Life is
not fair. Who does that guy know? His thoughts became dark as he sucked
down another scotch and with each drink, his anger and frustration grew in
proportion. How many drinks did that make, he wondered....he'd lost
count. Hell, the retirement party had been going on for a couple of hours
now. He couldn't be expected to keep record of his alcohol
consumption...could he? He looked across the room for the hundredth time
and spied them yet again....smiling, laughing....even Spooky was having a
good time. Well, "why wouldn't he," he grumbled to himself. Spooky
seemed to be Dana's "second skin" all night...they were inseparable, in
the literal sense. They danced by him again, if you'd call what they were
doing...dancing, he pondered disdainfully. Why don't they just drop the
pretense and do the "wild thing" right there in the middle of the floor?
He snickered to himself at the imagined event and suddenly realized that
the music had stopped and Mulder had left Dana alone to walk over to the
bar to refill their glasses, stumbling slightly along the way. Well
that's a wonder...seems he was not the only one who had imbibed a little
too much this night. Mulder seemed to be treading shaky ground as well.
He decided this would probably be his last chance at getting Dana alone
and made his move.
Colton carefully picked his way through the crowd of partygoers until he
had placed himself directly behind Scully's left elbow. Seizing her upper
arm, he spun her around roughly and demanded obnoxiously, "About time you
danced with a *normal* guy don't ya think?" Dana, realizing that he'd had
one too many, decided to be diplomatic and tried to redirect his
attentions to someone else. "Really Tom, I don't want to dance right
now...but thank you...perhaps one of the other...." "I'm not intersted in
one of the *others* he growled obstinately, I want to dance with
you...NOW." He jerked her toward the dance floor as she twisted in his
grip to try and free herself. Now *she* was becoming angry.
Tom took several steps with his unwilling partner in tow before he
realized that someone was blocking his path. He could only guess who that
might be. Looking up, he saw Mulder standing before him holding a
delicate crystal drink glass in each hand, glaring down at him with barely
contained fury. Mulder spoke through clenched teeth in a low controlled
voice that belied the anger that he suddenly felt. "Colton, the lady said
she's not interested. I suggest that you release her arm and find someone
else."
Colton violently dropped her arm and stepped up to Mulder in a threatening
stance, angrily spitting out his words. "Why, Spooky? Have you staked a
claim? Huh, Spooky? Is she that good a *lay*? Huh? Oh, I
forgot...you're only interested in mutants, aliens, and shit like
that....probably wouldn't know what to do with a *real* woman...would ya,
Spooky?"
A crowd gathered around listening intently with the gossipmongers at the
head of the pack as Mulder studied Colton with disbelief, his hazel eyes
seething with dark contempt. Scully sensed disaster and stepped in to try
and diffuse a rapidly deteriorating situation. "Come on Mulder, you're
both drunk...it's not worth it." Tugging on his sleeve she repeated in a
pleading tone, "PLEASE." He considered her words, but Colton just
wouldn't let it alone and repeated mockingly, "Yeah, Spooky, PLEASE....bet
she likes it doggy-style."
Even Scully was taken aback at this last remark and her mouth fell open
soundlessly. She watched helplessly as Mulder's grip tightened
explosively around the glass in his right hand in an effort to contain
himself. The delicate glass suddently shattered under the pressure about
the same time as his cool and he flung the other glass to the floor.
Snatching Tom's suit lapel with his now bloody right hand, he wrenched him
forward until they were face to face. He glanced briefly at Scully.."I
may be three sheets to the wind, but I can still recognize an asshole when
I see one and Colton....You're a fucking asshole. Do you come from a
family of fucking assholes? I mean....is it genetic?....or do you have to
work at it? As for knowing how to treat a *real* woman...up yours. Any
relationship that I do or don't have with my partner is none of your
goddamn business or anyone else's. Gee, call me old-fashioned but if you
ever insult her again, I will rearrange your fucking face. Now get the
hell out of my way before I plant this size thirteen up your goddamn ass
and put you into orbit over Arlington as a fucking UFO."
Mulder grasped Dana with his left hand and turned to leave but Colton,
filled with resentment, called out acidly. "Fox." Mulder spun around just
in time to see a fist headed in his direction which with some effort, he
was able to avoid. He in turn fired off a right with the injured hand
that caught Colton square in the face and sent him to the floor in a
slide. Scully smiled sweetly at Tom as he sat up awkwardly against the
wall. "I once said that I wanted to be there when you fell on your
ass....this isn't exactly what I had in mind, but it just goes to
show...wishes can come true."
Scully put her arm gingerly around Mulder's waist and gently supported him
as he walked unsteadily to the door.
"Mulder, just what in the hell did you think you were doing?"
He looked at her with feigned innocence. "Coming to the aid of a damsel
in distress?"
Scully glanced at him ruefully. "Oh great, my knight in shining armor, my
hero, my prince....."
Uh oh, he thought uneasily...wrong response. What'd I do now? OK Mulder,
back up and review the situation.
Number one: First off, ya got slightly polluted....that's *not* gonna
work in your favor.
Number two: So you made a scene in public....So what? YOU didn't start
it.
Number three: Then you hurt yourself and punched somebody in the
face....Well goddamn it, the bastard deserved it...so why is she pissed?
Number four: You're still bombed, so even though this makes perfectly
logical sense to you, she's not gonna but it.......
Out loud he merely offered with resign, "Dana, you know I would never let
anybody hurt you."
Oh shit. The look on her face told him that he should brace himself for
another Scully lecture. Yep....she's gonna jump your ass for
sure.....Well, fool, better sit back and shut up before you dig yourself
in any deeper.
She looked at his hand with concern in her eyes. "Don't make promises
that you may not be able to keep...I know it's *Difficult* but try to
remember....You are *Not* Captain America, O.K.? YOU can get hurt. Let
me see your hand." He tried to give her the uninjured one. "No, Mulder,
the other one....you know the one with the handkerchief wrapped around
it..(God, is he messed up)" He held out his right hand for inspection and
she gently unwrapped it. "Good going, Mulder, looks like it's gonna need
stitches."
Mulder studied it with detached interest. "It's OK, it doesn't hurt."
Scully smiled slightly and shook her head. "It will when you're sober.
Get in the car and try not to get sick or pass out. We'll have to go to
my place so I can clean the cuts and stitch them up because there is no
way I'm going to spend the rest of the night in the Emergency waiting room
and watch you bleed all over the floor."
"That's disgusting," he whispered groggily as he settled down in the car
seat.
She reached over, fastened his seat belt and stroked a wayward piece of
hair from his eyes. They were beautiful eyes, soft and gentle, and right
now...slightly blurry and a little red. He looked at her quizzically and
then just smiled. She started the car and pulled away from the curb. He
was the most complicated man she had ever known...God, it would take a
lifetime to figure him out, if she ever could...She smiled at the
prospect.
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BOKOR #10
**********************
Sitting by the bed, she watched him sleep a deep, peaceful sleep and
shuttered. She'd nearly lost him....between the injuries, the shock and
the poison, it had been a long, rough night.
The warmth of the sun shining through the hospital window woke her and she
opened her eyes to find that he had been watching *her* sleep.
"Good Morning," she ventured cheerfully. " Nice to see you're still among
the living, Sherlock."
He motioned weakly for her to come closer, then reached out, pulled her to
him and kissed her soundly on the lips. He whispered in her ear, "I was
unable to return the gesture last night." Quietly, he added, "Thank you."
She stepped back and saw the twinkle was back in his eyes where it
belonged.
"Tom Colton was picked up today and taken into custody," she said without
preamble.
Mulder questioned her with his eyes and she continued.
"He put a contract out on you, Mulder."
Now she really had his attention.
"It's true that he broke the "Ton Ton Ma Kut" drug ring but his success
was based on information given to him by the "Process". He made a deal
with them that he would concentrate all the Bureau's efforts against the
Ton Ton Ma Kut, giving the "Process" free reign to pick up the slack while
he turned the other way when it came to *their operations* if they would
do one thing.....get rid of you. This way he felt that he could kill the
proverbial two birds with one stone. One: He could get the recognition
that he felt he deserved and a rung up the infamous ladder and Two: He
could get you out of his hair for good, thereby fulfilling some kind of
perverse revenge that he felt he owed to you. Momma Lorina was right when
she said that the amulet didn't belong with the other objects. It was Tom
who put those things in my apartment and Tom who hit you and left the
doll. He wanted to throw you off and jerk your chain and it worked.
Mulder, he read you like a book. All you could see is that *I* might be
in danger, so it never occurred to you that *you* could be the target.
Dropping the amulet by my door was an accident, in fact it was the one
thing that tipped me off that you might be in trouble."
"So, I can be *read* that easily, huh?" He sounded a little disappointed.
"Now, where do you want to go when you get out of here? We still have a
week of vacation left you know."
"I dunno," he said languidly. Where do *you* wanna go?"
"I don't know," she smirked, "Where do you want to go?"
"I think I'll go to work," he mumbled, "It's safer. OK, how about a visit
to my Aunt Carol's ranch in Vermont? Lots of fresh air, sunshine, horses,
trees, me.......Hey Scully, we could go for a walk in the forest."
She looked at him in mock horror.
"Whaaat? he asked with angelic innocence.
"I was remembering the *last* time you asked me to go for a walk in the
forrest."
"Oh, right....Do I know how to show a girl a good time or what?" He
yawned
and drifted lazily back into his dreams.
She paused and said a silent prayer and thanked whatever devine power it
was that kept Fox Mulder safe. She was beginning to realize just how
*much* she would have missed him......
FINE
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Date: 21 Jul 1994 16:47:05 -0400
Scully glanced at the clock on the dashboard as they pulled up in front of
her apartment. Oh boy, she thought, 1 AM...No sleep tonight..er..today.
She reached over to Mulder to unfasten the safety belt and noticed the
handkerchief had come undone while he slept and a dark red spot had formed
on his clothes. "Well Mulder, guess you've bought a tux...they're
certainly not gonna want it back now." She shook him gentle with no
response except a low moan. "Come on Mulder....wake up...you're gonna
have to help with this. You're too big to carry. Alright big guy you
asked for it." She took her fingers and mightily flicked his left ear,
immediately producing the desired effect. His eyes flew open in confusion
until he was able to focus on her face. "Are we there yet?" he asked
hoarsely.
"Yeah, we're here," she said, as she got out of the car and walked around
to the passenger side. Mulder opened the door and emerged swaying
slightly while leaning heavily on the car door for support. Suddenly the
color seemed to drain from his face and he mumbled hastily, "Excuse me,"
as he turned and made a bee-line to the corner of the building where he
promptly threw up everything he had eaten in the last two days....at least
that's how it felt.
"Mulder, you OK?" Jesus, she thought, how many times has she had to ask
that question? Too many.
"I'm fine....just fine," he murmured, unconvincingly.
Once inside the apartment, she ushered him quickly into the bathroom,
washed the cuts, wrapped his hand in a clean towel and seated him in a
chair at the dining room table. "Stay there and don't move," she said
with authority. He looked up at her with his best *puppy dog* eyes and
meekly replied, "yes ma'm."
She left the room and returned carrying a black bag, from which she
produced a menacing looking syringe.
"What's that?" Mulder asked with growing apprehension.
"It's a syringe, Mulder, you must be out of it more than I thought."
"I know it's a needle....why do you need it?"
"It's just Novocain to kill the pain while I'm sutchering your hand. Due
to the amount of alcohol in you blood, I'm kind of limited from giving you
any of the *good* drugs."
"Can't you just butterfly em or something...it really doesn't
hurt...much."
"No, I can't."
"Dana," he whispered softly, "I hate needles. I Really do hate them."
She'd heard that tone before and it usually worked...but not this time.
If she gave in, it would definitely not be in his best interest. "I don't
*Believe* you, she countered. You've been shot, stabbed, poisoned, beaten
up and God knows what else and you're afraid of a little needle?"
"LITTLE," he stammered, "That thing looks like the Alaskan Pipeline."
"I'm not discussing it any more...it's got to be done, so be quiet, don't
move, and take it like a man."
"Dana, why do people always say things like that befor they intend to
inflict great bodily pain?"
"To embarrass people like you into submission. Now hold still. I have
work to do."
He gave her a gorgeous smile and with mischievous eyes, he replied in a
low, sultry voice, "Dana, you don't have to embarrass me...I'd submit
willingly....."
She shook her head slowly. "What am I going to do with you?"
He looked hopeful. "I could think of a lot of things, none of which your
mother would probably approve."
"You're not gonna make this easy...are you?"
He grinned, "Nope."
************************************
She awoke to the sound of music playing in the other room and the space
next to her empty. Rolling over, she stared at the alarm clock on the
night stand. Oh God, 6 AM.....Did he forget that we're on
vacation?...Where in the hell was that music coming from anyway...I don't
remember having that in my CD collection she thought foggily. Besides, he
should be having the mother of all hangovers at this point...sometimes I
think that man's not human. Then she remembered the piano. The gift from
her brother had arrived yesterday and she felt guilty that she had totally
forgotten about it and had not even called to thank him. Dana padded
quietly through the hallway and peered out into the living room and was
more than a little surprised to see the incongruous sight of her partner
sitting at the piano, clothed in nothing but a pair of light blue boxers.
He didn't notice her, so she remained silent and just listened to the
soft, melodic voice. He played beautifully.
"In every heart there is a room
A sancturary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I've held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you I suppose
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break
And this is why my eyes are closed
It's just as well for all I've seen
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you're the only one who knows
So I would choose to be with you
That's if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break
And so it goes, and so it goes...
And you're the only one who knows......"
Dana moved up quietly behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. "I
didn't know you could play."
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Dana," he said with an
air of mystery.
He held up his bandaged hand and said jokingly, "It's kinda hard to play
like Liberace when your wrapped up like a mummy."
She smiled, "Well, it was still beautiful."
"Thanks, Mother always believed in a "well-rounded " education.
"You never cease to amaze me."
"Really? Think we can figure out what I'm gonna wear?" She conducted a
quick appraisal and stated enthusiastically, "What you have on looks
pretty good...blue's your color." He rewarded her with a pained
expression and got up. It was then he noticed something wedged between
the piano and the wall. "Hey Scully, there's something stuck behind you
piano." Mulder reached into the space and pulled out the object, holding
it up to the light. It appeared to be a human bone with Dana's named
scrawled on it in red. He glanced over at her with eyebrows raised and
remarked in dryly, "momentos from your first autopsy? I didn't realize
you were into collecting souvenirs."
"Mulder," she said shakily, "I've never seen that thing before in my life.
I hope this is somebody's idea of a sick joke.
All humor left his eyes, "Has anything else turned up around here that
you don't recognize?"
"Well", she contemplated for a moment, "I did find a gold medallion
outside my door the other day."
His brows knitted with concern, "Where is this "medallion" now?"
She favored him with a questioning stare, "I left it with Mr. Woodworth,
the landlord. I assumed someone in the building had lost it.
"Dana, where are my clothes? I've got to get dressed."
Oh no, she despaired, she'd seen that look before and it meant nothing but
trouble. "Where are we going?" she ask warily.
"To see a man about a piece of jewelry."
"This is VACATION, Mulder, remember....relax , no work...have
fun...Etc....... This is *not* and X-File....Just someones *bad* joke."
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"Oh wonderful, Mulder, this just peachy. It't our first day of vacation
and here we are spending it hassling*my* landlord about an object that
isn't even mine....I *know there has to be some unfathomable explanation
for this foray into the realm of jewelry, so if you don't mind, I would be
most appreciative if you would let *me* in on why in the hell we're here."
Mulder pressed the buzzer with renewed zeal and began to answer her, when
the door cracked open and a bedraggled middle-aged man in a bathrobe
peered out from beneath the door chain.
"Sorry to bother you so early in the moring Mr. Woodworth. I'm special
agent Fox Mulder with the FBI and I was wondering if I could speak with
you for a moment?"
Mr. woodworth glanced at Scully and said in recognition, "oh, it's
you...sure, come on in." He made his way to the couch, sat down heavily
and propped his feet up on the coffee table. "Now, what can I do for you
Mr. Mulder that couldn't wait till later?"
"Well, it seems that you have a medallion that belongs to me and I've just
come by to pick it up."
Scully snapped her head in his direction at this unexpected revelation and
opened her mouth in surprise, then shut it suddenly when she saw Mulder
shoot her a look that demanded silence.
Luckily, Mr. Woodworth didn't catch the by-play and merely stated gruffly,
"The damn thing is on my desk and you're welcome to it...it gives me the
creeps."
Mulder ambled over to the desk and nonchalantly retrieved the amulet
between his thumb and forefinger, studying it briefly, before dropping it
into his pocket. He thanked the man for his assistance, collected Scully,
and left Mr. Woodworth to his couch, coffee, and TV.
As they left the building, Mulder tossed Scully the keys. "You drive."
She caught the keys in mid-air with a gesture tht betrayed her growing
annoyance. "OK, where to?"
He smiled sheepishly. "My place first so I can change into "something a
little more comfortable"(He didn't like tuxedos and being in one this long
made him ansy), and then to see Mamma Lorina. The address he gave her was
definitely not in the better part of town.
Mulder leaned back in the seat, pulled out the talisman and began
scratching at it with his pocket knife. "I knew it!", he said with
satisfaction. "It's lead underneath."
Scully, who had been driving in silence, hit the brakes out of frustration
and brought the car to a screeching halt along the shoulder of the road.
"Damn it, Mulder, are you gonna tell me what the hell is going on or am I
gonna kick you butt out of this car right now and make you walk home?"
"Jesus, Dana, he said with genuine surprise, "I didn't want to say
anything until I was sure."
"Sure about what?"
"Have you been missing anything lately? You know, even something small?
"Yeah, I lost my brush again, big deal. I lose it at least once a week.
So what's a lost brush have to do with this *great mystery* that you won't
tell me about?"
He appeared to be indecisive and mumbled, "If I tell you, you'll think I'm
nuts."
"Mulder," she said evenly, "*That* is a foregone conclusion....Now spill
it."
"I think".....he paused for a moment...."I think someone is trying to put
a curse on you."
"A what?" She managed a crooked smile until she realized that he was dead
serious.
"A curse.", he said quietly. The lead medallion, the human bone with your
name on it....I"ll bet you ten to one if it's analyzed, you'll find that
the name was written in human blood. These are all items commonly used in
the practice of *bokor* or black magic. I fear your life may be in
danger."
"My God, I think this time you may really have gone off the deep end.",
she said with concern. First of all, who would want to curse me and
secondly, I don't believe somebody can hurt you just by willing it."
"Good," he replied with relief.
"Wait a minute...Mulder, aren't you gonna try and convince me to *open* my
mind and consider the possibilities?"
"No", he state matter-a -factly. "This is one time where you're better
off *not* believing...in this instance, *Belief* can kill. I know you
don't believe and that's OK, but please listen to me. Someone has been in
your apartment, someone has been watching you. Now you'll have to admit
that whoever that someone is can't be up to any good. When I was involved
in the "Process" cult murder investigation in 87', I was made painfully
aware of what evil and perversions these monsters would inflict in order
to fulfill their satanic doctrines. Their horror was worse than anything
the X-Files could ever chronicle. They were an abomination of nature, a
grotesque evil, not only of the body but of the soul as well. *You* may
not believe, but *they* *do* and in the end, that's what counts. Please
don't take this lightly...these people are dangerous and must be stopped."
She knew that she did not believe in black magic, but she also knew that
she *did* believe in Fox Mulder and if his instincts told him there was
danger, she would listen.
She placed her hand gently on top of his and patted it lightly in
acknowledgment, started the car and drove.
He relaxed a little. At least he'd won this round as he knew he would.
The presentation of his argument had been logical and after all, she *was*
a very logical woman.
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BOKOR Pt. 4
Later, against her protests, he staggered to his feet and shakily made his
way to the sofa and sat down. The effort drained him. He then noticed
the doll on the table. "Where did this come from?", he asked, picking it
up as though just touching it would burn him.
"I found it at the end of the hallway...I thought it was yours. You do
have some strange things in here you know."
"It's a voodoo doll," he said with loathing. "The hair and pieces of
cloth probably belong to you." They were here, Scully....they were here."
He pulled on a loose fitting shirt over his still throbbing head and
walked slowly toward the door. "Come on Dana, I'm gonna get to the bottom
of this. Let's get this stuff analyzed and then go see Mamma."
"Who is Mamma?", she asked, her curiousity piqued.
"Only about the most unusual person you'd ever want to meet."
"Can't be," she stated wryly, "I've already met him." She stared at him
with a smirk that made him chuckle.
"No, really, she's about the best authority on anything having to do with
witchcraft, voodoo, the occult, etc. She's a mambo, that's a voodoo
priestess and she's also plugged into cult activities in the area. She's
really *out there*.....You'll like her."
She felt silly walking to the lab carrying a voodoo doll and a bone.
Perhaps she should let Mulder take this stuff in there, after all they
were all used to getting weird things from him. Nah, that wouldn't be
fair....it was just a thought. Oh hell and damnation....What's Colton
doing here? Just what I need to round out a perfectly glorious day.
Maybe Mulder won't see him. Too late...
Mulder crossed the room to where Colton was standing and they eyed each
other briefly. Mulder obviously came to some sort of decision and
addressed Colton calmly. "I hear that you cracked the Ton Ton Ma Kut drug
ring. I'm glad to hear there is one less cult-based crime syndicate for
us to contend with....good work. I would also like to apologize for
punching you in the face last night. Granted, you really pissed me off,
but resorting to violence is not my usual MO. I hope any further
altercations will be unnecessary. However, should the situation present
itself again in the future, I only wish that I am sober enough to remember
how much I enjoyed it."
Dana watched in disbelief, trying to comprehend exactly what she thought
she heard. "Mulder, did I just hear you apologize to that jerk? I think
that blow to your head has affect your brain."
"It wasn't quite an apology, just almost." He grinned broadly, "Sometimes
the need to mess with their heads..." He chuckled, "God, I love this
place!" He gingerly followed Scully through the labe doors and proceeded
to be a general pest as usual, looking over everyones' shoulder and
questioning every aspect of each analysis. Various technicians, over the
years, had gotten used to him being under foot and when he wasn't around,
they actually missed the attention that he afforded them.
Scully took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. "Most of the tests are
inconclusive, however, the blood present on the bone is A+ and human and
the genetic make-up of the blood also matches the genetic code found in
the cellular structure of the bone, thereby indicating that both items
came from the same individual. This person either died or was killed,
dismembered and his blood was then used to write the script. Mulder, this
is insidious. Did you have any luck with the other items?"
"Not much. There are no usable fingerprints except ours on anything. I
sent the amulet to the crypto guys to try and figure out the symbols and
writing. The doll, however, was filled with a rich type of soil usually
found near riverbeds and farms." "Hey Scully," he tapped the end of her
nose with his forefinger, "how's about us doin' a little slummin'? I
think it's time to call on Mamma Lorina."
This was indeed a very seedy part of town. What could he possibly expect
to accomplish here? They arrived at the tiny herbal/apothecary shop and
went inside. Mulder led her down the narrow passageway and parted the
beaded curtains at the end. "Ah...., memories of Woodstock," he purred
with a nostalgic air.
"Mulder, you were never a Woodstock."
"Yeah, well, I saw the movie!" He began to bellow at the top of his
voice, "Mamma Lorina, Mamma Lorina.....you in here?"
A large, black woman appeared from a back room, wearing traditional Island
dress and speaking with an equally traditional Island accent.
"Is dat ya, Fox? Come here ta mamma ya unruly boy. Dare is no need ta
bring ta house down bout our ears wid all dat noise." She reached up
placed both hands firmly on the sides of his face and forcefully brought
his head down to plant a kiss on his forehead, then released him, smacking
him playfully on the cheek.
"Ya not come ta see mamma in long time ya naughty boy...an now I see
perhaps why dis be so. Who is dis lovely young girl, mon?"
"He blushed and cleared his throat. "Ah..this is my partner, Dana
Scully."
"So ya be keepin' dis one outta major trouble?", she asked laughingly as
she glanced in his direction.
Dana's eyes took on a peculiar glint as she looked at the jovial woman
standing before her. "I try, Mamma, I *do* try."
"I know ya not come jus to see Mamma, so what be ta problem dis time, ma
Fox?"
He told her in great detail about the objects and events that had occurred
in the past few hours and asked for her opinions and advice.
"Tell me, Mamma, what do you hear about cult activities in this area
lately?"
"I hear dat when da "Ton Ton Ma Kut" syndicate was broken, ta "Process"
took da control to ta drugs, child prostitution and pornography in dis
area. I also tell ya, Fox, ta Voodoo be bo longer pure. It now be mixed
jus like America. It be harder to tell where ta Voodoo end and ta udder
magic begin. Ta doll, bone, and blood could be ta work of a *houngan* or
Bokor Priest...it is powerful mojo, but the charm...dis is not
Voodoo...dis is ta evil magic like dat used by ta "Process"..ta worship ta
Evil One. Often times ta name of ta sacrifice in in some way hid in ta
markins'"
"Thanks, Mamma." He smiled and hugged her tightly. "I will try ta be a
good boy an com see Mamma mor dan one time in ta year," he mimicked in his
best Island voice.
"Miss Scully," Mamma handed her a card. "Dis be ma numba, if ya be
needin' any ting at all."
"Thank you, I shall keep it handy."
"Let's get back to the Bureau, Scully, I want to get another look at that
medallion..I think it's still in crypto."
"Mulder, she eyed him with amusement, "You certainly have some *strange*
friends."
"I know," he countered, appraising *her* from head to toe.
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From hayden@vorlon.mankato.msus.edu Sun Jul 24 12:30:47 1994
Date: Sun, 24 Jul 1994 12:27:19 -0500
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@vorlon.mankato.msus.edu>
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Subject: (fwd) BOKOR Pt. 5
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Subject: BOKOR Pt. 5
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BOKOR Pt. 5
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They made it back to the Bureau about 6:00 PM and most of the building was
deserted except for a few employees and agents catching up on paperwork.
They parted at the elevator. He went to the office in the basement and
she went to crypto to retrieve the medallion.
Mulder, files in hand, returned to the main office area to discover
Colton, of all people, working at a desk. "Colton, has Scully been by
here yet?"
Colton looked somewhat annoyed, but answered, "Yeah, she was here...got a
phone call, something about an abandoned farm out by Old River Road."
Mulder suddenly remebered the soil composition they had found in the
voodoo doll and he came to a very alarming conclusion. "Quick Colton, she
may be walking into trouble, I'm leaving now...call for back up." He ran
for the door and out of the building. He *had* to catch her.
Scully walked into the main office area and was startled to find Colton
busily working at a desk. "Tom, have you seen Mulder?"
Tom looked up from his work, "Yeah, he got a phone call about a lead or
something and said to tell you to stay here and try to figure out that
medallion."
That's odd, she thought. It was not like hm to leave her alone without an
explanation, especially if he believed her life to be in danger. It must
have been *some* lead. She sat down at an empty desk and turned the
object over with her fingertips. Well at least crypto had translated the
symbols into letter she could understand.
Mulder drove up to the old barn, quietly with the headlights out. If Dana
was in there, he didn't want to startle them into any irrational behavior.
He got out of the car, drew his weapon and silently crept up to the
building. There was no moon and seeing anything was nest to impossible so
he felt his way along the wall, listening for any sound or movement. In a
sudden flurry, a heavy weight fell on him from above and he crashed to the
floor, the impact jarring the gun from his hand. He searched for it
frantically as many pairs of hands grabbed at his body and held him
immobile, while someone stripped him to the waist and removed his shoes.
His hands were manacled and a piece of duck tape was placed over his mouth
as he was hoisted toward the ceiling and left suspended several inches
above the dirt floor.
How long had he been hanging here? Where was his back up? What the fuck
was going on? This was one party he decided he didn't want to stick
around to attend but the more he struggled to try and free himself, the
deeper the metal dug into his wrists....he could feel the warm liquid
trailing down his arms....his arms, God they ached and it was getting
harder and harder to breathe...
Scully looked at the object for the umteenth time and sighed. OK, Dana,
let's try a different approach...pretend that you're doing the anagrams in
the newspaper. So, write down all the letters in the order in which they
appear as you go around the circle. "Here goes nothin'," she said out
loud. She wrote them down one by one. SEIDREDLUM. She stared at the
letters with sudden comprehension. It was so simple! Why in the name of
heaven hadn't she seen it before? "It's not me..It's not me.," she said
in a raised voice...".Oh my God, they're after Mulder."
A clerk who had been working late came into the room at the sound of her
outburst. "Is everything alright?, she asked.
"No, Peggy. Where's Colton?"
"He left about a half hour ago. I was kind of surprised to see *you* here
since I overheard Tom tell Mulder that you had gone to investigate a lead
at some deserted farm on Old River Road.
"Peggy, call the local police and have them meet me at that location...It
could be a matter of life or death....Hurry!"
She sped off in the car, hoping all the way that somehow she could be
wrong.
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From hayden@vorlon.mankato.msus.edu Sun Jul 24 12:30:54 1994
Date: Sun, 24 Jul 1994 12:27:28 -0500
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@vorlon.mankato.msus.edu>
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Subject: (fwd) BOKOR Pt. 6
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Subject: BOKOR Pt. 6
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BOKOR Pt 6
***********************
A fire sprang up behind him and cast eerie shadows on the floor and on the
wall before him, towered an inverted cross above a large, waist-high table
of granite. An ordinary barn had suddenly transformed into a vision of
hell.
Something had gone terribly wrong. Where was his damn back up and where
was Dana? He got a sickening feeling that perhaps they had harmed her.
Panic and sorrow gathered within him like an approaching storm and its
raging tempest made him physically ill.
The doors opened slowly and a long line of hooded figures, carrying
lighted candles filed into the building, chanting,"Soul-ti-bon-ange," in a
low monotonous tone. The lead figure carried with him a three foot length
of cane. He had heard of "scourging" during certain rites but had read
that it was a symbolic gesture and never actually performed. Somehow he
knew there would be no symbolism here....Goddamn it, he was about to die
at the hands of beings who he despised and was denied even the ability to
fight back. Anger filled his entire being.....anger and something
else....regret. Dans...There were so many things he'd wanted to tell her,
so many things that he'd *needed* to say....so much left undone. He was
afraid. He did not want to die.
One by one they struck him and he shook involuntarily with each new pain
that they inflicted. Their chanting echoed in his head and made him
dizzy. He felt numb.
The high priest stood before him, ceremonial dagger in hand. Mulder
wrestled with his own demons to face the terror that confronted him and as
the blade pierced his side, the primordial scream that filled his mind was
never allowed to escape his lips.
Dana willed the car to go faster. A sense of dread surrounded her and an
anxiety that she could not explain tied her stomach in knots. Tears
filled her eyes. Hang on...please hang on.
The blood dripped freely from his wound into the small, silver chalice
which was then held high above the priest's head. The high priest
sanctified the offering, raised it to his lips and passed it around the
circle. Mulder watched in horror as they drank his blood. This could not
be reality, he thought, yet this was more hideous than any nightmare he
could ever have imagined on his own.
With the circle completed, the high priest placed a strange white powder
into the remaining liquid, chanted some words in a language that Mulder
did not understand, and force the contents down his throat. The spasms
convulsed him at first and then gradually lessened as the paralysis claim
his body. He could hear the beating of his own heart. His mind was aware
yet the messages it sent were ignored by his body. His senses were intact
even though he could not respond. They released him from his shackles and
laid him upon the granite alter. The chanting increased in pitch and
fervor as the high priest raised the dagger high above his chest. He
wanted to look away but his eyes were open and he did not possess the
power to close them.
A shot rang out, followed by bright lights and mass discord. The police
had arrived and he found himself staring up a what appeared to be
emergency medical personnel who discussed him like he wasn't even there.
"No respiration, no pulse, eyes fixed and unresponsive...we're too late
for this one...he's dead." They pulled a sheet up over his face. "Leave
him for the coroner."
Coroner? Oh fuck, they think I'm dead...I'm not dead you son of a bitch.
He screamed at them in his mind, but they could not hear and he had no way
to tell them.
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Date: Mon, 25 Jul 94 08:44:35 EDT
Dana willed the car to go faster. A sense of dread surrounded her and an
anxiety that she could not explain tied her stomach in knots. Tears filled
her eyes. Hang on....please hang on.
The blood dripped freely from his wound into the small, silver chalice which
was then held above the high priest's head. He canctified the offering,
fraised it to his lips and passed it around the circle. Mulder watched in
horror as they drank his blood. This could not be reality, he thought, yet
it was more hideous than any nightmare that he could ever have imagined on
his own.
With the circle completed, the high priest placed a strange, white powder
into the remaining liquid, chanted words in a language that Mulder did not
understand and forced the contents down his throat. The spasms convulsed him
at first, then gradually lessened as the paralysis claimed his body. He
could hear the beating of his own heart. His mind was aware yet the messages
that it sent were ignored. His senses were intact even though he could not
respond. They released him from his shackles and laid him upon the granite
alter. The chanting increased in pitch and fervor as the high priest raised
the dagger high above his chest. He wanted to look away but his eyes were
open and ge did not possess the power to close them.
From ImAStinker@aol.com Mon Jul 25 10:20:25 1994
Date: Mon, 25 Jul 94 08:56:07 EDT
A shot rang out, followed by bright lights and mass discord. The police had
arrived and he found himself staing up at what appeared to be medical
personnel who were discussing him as though he did not exist.
"No respiration, no pulse, eyes fixed and unresoponsive......we're too late
for this one, he's dead." They pulled a sheet up over his face. "Leave him
for the coroner."
Coroner? Oh fuck, they think I'm dead....I'm not dead you son of a
bitch....He screamed at them in his mind, but they couldn't hear and he had
no way to tell them.
Dana pulled up to the flashing lights. There were police cars everywhere and
she noticed, one ambulance. She ran to the officer in charge, showed him her
ID and was told exactly what she did not want to hear. She held on to her
grief and entered the building, hoping beyond hope that they had been
mistaken. She reached over and pulled the sheet away from his battered body,
brushed the stray hair from his eyes as she had done so many times before,
and gently kissed his lips. She caressed his lifeless hand and pressed it to
her cheek. Unable to contain herself any longer, she wept openly and without
reservation.
Seeing her plunged him into a depth of despair that he had not known to be
possible. She was so close. He felt her breath on his face and the warmth
of her body nest to him, yet she might as well be standing on the moon for he
could not reach her. In hopeless anguish, he cried with her.
From hayden@vorlon.mankato.msus.edu Sun Jul 24 12:31:00 1994
Date: Sun, 24 Jul 1994 12:28:25 -0500
From: "Robert A. Hayden" <hayden@vorlon.mankato.msus.edu>
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Subject: (fwd) BOKOR #9
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Subject: BOKOR #9
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BOKOR #9
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Seeing her plunged him into a depth of despair tht he had not known to be
possible. She was so close. He felt her breath on his face and the
warmth of her body next to him, yet she might as well be standing on the
moon for he could not reach her. In hopeless anguish, he cried with her.
She looked down at him one last time and saw it....a single tear traced
its way down his cheek. Dana stared at it momentarily in amazement, then
rushed to the door.
"Get an EMT in here NOW!," she yelled. "I want that equipment in there."
She pointed to the barn. "And HURRY!"
The technician was slow to respond and looked at her with pity. "I'm
sorry, but the man is dead."
"Listen, I am a doctor. I have seen hundreds of dead bodies. I've seen
them shake. I've seen them open their eyes. I've even seen them sit
up...but I have NEVER seen one cry. Now get your ass in there."
On the way back into the building, she cornered one of the followers as he
was being led away. "What did you give him?" "Tell me what you gave
him!!!, she snarled.
"Zombie poison."
"What the hell is that?" She frantically searched her pockets and pulled
out Momma Lorina's card and gave it to the sergeant. "Call this woman and
tell her Fox was given "zombie poison". I don't know what the hell it is
but you can bet that she does. I want to know what's in it and what to
use as an antidote. Got that? I want it copied down verbatim...NO
mistakes and then
I want the information sent to the toxicology lab at the hospital STAT. I
want the antidote ready for him when he gets there."
"Dr. Scully, "You were right. The EKG is recording a heartbeat. It's very
faint but it's there."
"OK, put him on 2 liters Oxygen and start an IV...normal saline. Hang
on...
You're gonna make it. Let's get you out of here."
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