Locusts by Syn

Contents Table of Contents ............................................................................................................................. 2 Locusts by Syn .................................................................................................................................. 2 LOCUSTS: Chapter One: “The Whirlwind” .................................................................................... 3 LOCUSTS: Chapter Two: “Technicolor” ......................................................................................... 9 LOCUSTS: Chapter Three: “The Golden Road” .......................................................................... 14 LOCUSTS: Chapter Four: “Wisdom” ............................................................................................ 21 LOCUSTS: Chapter Five: “Courage” ............................................................................................ 26 LOCUSTS: Chapter Six: “Flying” .................................................................................................. 34 LOCUSTS: Chapter Seven: “The City Of Emerald Hue” ............................................................ 40 LOCUSTS: Chapter Eight: “The Man Behind The Curtain” ....................................................... 46 LOCUSTS: Chapter Nine: “No Place Like Home” ....................................................................... 51 LOCUSTS: Chapter Ten: “Awake” ................................................................................................ 58 x-libris.xf-redux.com Locusts by Syn Return to main “Locusts” page Table of Contents LOCUSTS: Chapter One: “The Whirlwind” LOCUSTS: Chapter Two: “Technicolor” LOCUSTS: Chapter Three: “The Golden Road” LOCUSTS: Chapter Four: “Wisdom” LOCUSTS: Chapter Five: “Courage” LOCUSTS: Chapter Six: “Flying” LOCUSTS: Chapter Seven: “The City Of Emerald Hue” LOCUSTS: Chapter Eight: “The Man Behind The Curtain” LOCUSTS: Chapter Nine: “No Place Like Home” LOCUSTS: Chapter Ten: “Awake” Locusts by Syn Category: TA / R (for violence & profanity) Disclaimer: These characters are owned by Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and Fox Television. No copyright infringement is intended and no money may be made from this story. Spoilers: US Season Five up to “Emily.” Detective John Kresge is the San Diego detective who starred in “A Christmas Carol.” https://x-libris.xf-redux.com/story/locusts/ 2/67 x-libris.xf-redux.com Locusts by Syn Summary: An unexpected death begins a terrible journey for Dana Scully and Fox Mulder, one that threatens to tear their faith, their beliefs and their partnership apart. LOCUSTS – by syn Feedback to: [email protected] or [email protected] ~~~~~~X~~~~~~ LOCUSTS: Chapter One: “The Whirlwind” The bullet was lodged in his skull like an unwelcome guest. Entering without invitation, staying too long and making one hell of a mess while there. There was blood, that was true, but along with the encrusted crimson rivulets that lined his face, there was sharp white bone and the dark brown stain of secret things surrounding his head, ruining the carpet upon which he lay. His eyes stared sightlessly at the ceiling above him, two unblinking and bloodshot orbs. That ceiling had seen better days, but he would never know them, or even note the disrepair it was in now. There was nothing left for him to note, to see, to feel…he simply existed, an inanimate object, perfect within his lifeless surroundings. For he was dead, absolutely so. There were no more thoughts or plans or futures to contemplate; the only thing left was the journey unknown, for his intangible parts. His spiritual being had abandoned his body against its will, and his anger at the betrayal was still evident in his down turned mouth and curled lips, both showing aging teeth. Murder it was, plain and simple and even the dead man seemed to acknowledge it with rage. But the means didn’t change the end, for the man who lay upon the floor of his own home, with his dark blood permanently staining the middle class rugs of his rented house, was dead and gone and eternally so. His body alone would await his wife and child’s return, wait for key to click in the front door’s lock, the discovery to be made and the horror of his family to begin. If alive, he perhaps wouldn’t have wished for what was to come, the terrible confusion to be followed by shrill screams and torn sobs, but he no longer had a say in the dispersion of his fate. Just as he never had a say in it while alive. But that was over and done with now, and there was little left for him to do, except bleed and stare and ruin those who had once loved him…those who’d loved the strong, stubborn, seemingly righteous man they thought they knew well, but they knew him not at all and he left them ignorant, with only a ghastly corpse left to tell the entire…the true, story. But Bill Scully Jr. probably wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. X Mulder had taken his vacation the day after he and Scully had returned from San Diego. https://x-libris.xf-redux.com/story/locusts/ 3/67 x-libris.xf-redux.com Locusts by Syn They’d talked briefly before he’d left, leaving a pile of manila on her somewhat new desk, and a few humorous e-mails in her in-box. But nothing of note was said, there were no important recaps of recent events, the ones that tore Scully from the comfort of her independent life…her formerly barren life. For when a woman was once with child, even against her will, she was forever with child. And she could not forget. But, this child was dead, almost kindly so, and Scully immediately returned to her job which was the cutting and searching and defining of human tragedy as seen through the stiff corpses of those who’d suffered a violent end at the hands of someone else. How she loved pathology; it had the emotional benefit of the story combined with the distance of science. So, Agent Dana Scully did her autopsies during her partner’s absence, absorbing her internal anguish over Emily and was comforted by the work. She was a bit surprised that Mulder hadn’t called once during his furlough, for Mulder had the habit of calling her daily, even if separated by official sanction, but it was his vacation and she didn’t begrudge him the distance. Instead, she was almost grateful for the respite, for it meant that there were no hasty misunderstandings, no foolish spur-of-the-moment arguments based on things other than the facts at hand. But on that bright and very cold Monday morning, her cel phone did ring. “Scully,” she answered, waiting almost impatiently for her partner’s returning salutation. “Agent Scully?” the deep voice replied, hesitantly. “Yes?” she said, with an imperceptible sigh, the one she always gave when it wasn’t Mulder. “This is Detective Kresge, San Diego Homicide.” Scully hesitated for a moment before replying. She had no good memories of her last visit to San Diego. “Detective Kresge. How are you?” “I’m fine, thank you,” came the polite…almost formal, reply. Immediately, Scully knew there was something…something, not quite right. In her capacity as a law officer, she’d used that tone with too many people…too many victims of some type or another to be unaware of when it was being used on her. “Is there something wrong, Detective?” she asked, her heart uncharacteristically in her throat. “Well, I’m afraid there is,” came the reply and it was then, at that moment, that Scully heard it. That terrible call of distress, the call of heart-broken women throughout all the world, throughout all times. Scully heard the keening. A sharp, piercing noise, a high-pitched scream that came from somewhere behind Kresge, coupled with the painful wail of a terrified infant. Shrieking it was, and loud enough to startle a person who stood, behind her desk, piled high with thick manila folders, nearly https://x-libris.xf-redux.com/story/locusts/ 4/67 x-libris.xf-redux.com Locusts by Syn three thousand miles away. And it wasn’t one woman, but two of them, shrilling grief with their voices, a harmony of pain. “What is it?” asked Scully, the pitch of her voice rising in unconscious empathy. She could hear Kresge swallow twice, two harsh gulps. “There’s been a murder, I’m afraid.” “Related to the Emily Sim case?” she asked, wondering at the chills that crept down her spine. “No.” Scully’s throat tightened further, as the cries of the unknown victims, those poor torn and faceless souls who stood behind Kresge grew louder. “Then who’s been murdered?” she asked, her heart tripping, its beat furious within her chest. She heard Kresge take a deep breath before replying. “Your brother, William Scully Jr.” The phone fell from Dana Scully’s hand. And for a long moment, she stood stock still, as over the dangling receiver the tinny sobs and cries of her sister-in-law, her mother and her infant nephew continued, echoing through the closed basement office. Suddenly, death itself had a face…and a family. Kresge’s spoke again, sounding haunted over the wires. “Agent Scully?” No answer. “Agent Scully?” he repeated. But unbeknownst to him, the office was already empty. X The only thing she heard on the flight was his voice. //Hey, Dimwit. Get out of my room!// //Put me down, Billy! Lemmee go!// The only thing she saw outside the window was his face, somewhere… somehow, etched into the clouds. //Hey, Billygoat…Marissa says she likes you// //Shut up, Dana!// The only thing she felt when she closed her eyes, was his arms around her, just as when he’d scooped her into them after she fell from the tree, after she graduated med school…after Melissa’s death. //Not bad for a Dimwit.// https://x-libris.xf-redux.com/story/locusts/ 5/67 x-libris.xf-redux.com Locusts by Syn //Oh, thanks Goatboy.// The only thing that filled her mind was their last conversation, an argument, a furious screaming match over the phone two days after her return to Washington. Scully didn’t remember what it was about, she only remembered its heat and its fury, so akin to emotions as ugly as hatred itself. The phone had been slammed down so hard, her hand ached for hours afterwards. Oh, what were her last words to him? What could they have been? But as hard as she tried to, Dana Scully just couldn’t remember.

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