This is my first post to the list so any C&C should be as deragory and
degrading as possible to represent hazing.
The fic has (or will have) spoilers for the first episode of X-Files
(Pilot). I don't think there are any spoilers for Street Fighter.
And so, with out further adu (ran out) here's the fic.
Federal Municipal Court
Washington DC
January 29, 11:36 PM
The gavel sounded the court back into session. "Next witness, please"
intoned the black robed judge.
A large man, well muscled and bearing numerous knife scars, nervously
approached the bench. His entire body was tense and overstressed. He
raised his right hand and said in a rapid voice "I, Charles Usafara,
do solemnly swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but
the truth, so help me God."
A well dressed, rat-faced man stepped forward, "For the record, please
state your former occupation and employer, Charles."
"I was a body guard and enforcer for a man called, Fernando DeGaul,"
Charles replied. A grimace of pain briefly flashed across his face.
"Is this man present in the courtroom today?" Rat-face inquired.
"Yes, he is the defendant." Charles stated. He seemed calmer now, much
more relaxed and sure of himself.
"And what did you do for Mr. DeGaul, in your capacity as enforcer?"
As Charles opened his mouth to speak, a flash of pain shot through his
head. His ears and nose began bleeding and his body started convulsing.
"Fffuuuccckkk You," he snarled between clenched teeth as he stood up,
visibly sweating from the strain.
"I KILLED PEOPLE. I BLACKMAILED PEOPLE. AND I DID IT BECAUSE HE PAID ME
TO!" Charles shouted, pointing a shaky finger at DeGaul before he
collapsed dead at the stand.
"BAILIFF, GET A AMBULANCE HERE, NOW! ORDER IN THE COURT!" roared the
judge
as he pounded his gavel.
In the pandemonium of Charles' death, no one noticed the short man's
evil grin as he slipped out the doors of the courthouse. Once outside
he turned around and smiled again, small purple sparks coming from his
eyes. He put on black sunglasses and walked away.
Chris Hoffmann proudly presents
A fanfic of X proportions
X-Files: The Stand
Part 1/?
J. Edgar Hoover Building
Washington DC
February 1, 12:45 am
Scully walked into Mulder's office, more than a little bit annoyed at
her partner for waking her up. "Alright Mulder, this had better be
good," she snarled.
Mulder looked up from the file he was reading and took in his
partner's sleepy appearance. "Now, now, Scully, the price of liberty
is eternal vigilance," he said with a grin on his face.
Scully growled.
Smiling, Mulder handed her a copy of the autopsy report he was
reading. "If you want, I can give you the Reader's Digest version."
Scully sighed, "enlighten me, keeper of the divine files." Sarcasm
dripped from her voice.
"You know Scully, you should get more rest. You're definitely not a
morning person," Mulder said as his grin grew to shit-eating
proportions.
Scully searched the room briefly for something to brain Mulder with.
"Anyway, the deceased was Charles Usafara, the prosecution's star
witness against a large drug ring. Official cause of death was
recorded as a massive Cerebral Hemorrhage," Mulder stood up and
started typing something on his keyboard.
Scully looked a little perplexed, "Ok I'll bite, what's so unusual
about that?"
"Three things," Mulder said, his grin fading as he got serious,
"first, this is the second time this has happened this year, the other
victim was Richard Tio. Both of the deceased were extremely fit and
practicing martial artists, and both turned states� evidence against
the same drug ring." He continued typing.
"Next?"
Mulder flashed her a brief grin, "I was anonymously e-mailed a movie
file that showed Chucky�ah see for yourself." He turned the monitor
around and pressed the enter key. "I would like your medical opinion
on the cause of death."
As she watched the movie, Scully started shaking her head. "It doesn't
make sense, Mulder. Hemorrhages don't usually cause that much external
bleeding."
"According to the report, Chuck lost over two thirds of his blood
through his nose, ears and eyes. It wasn't on the movie, but
apparently the pressure was so great, it forced his eyes from their
sockets." He swung the monitor back around and closed the file.
"My God," Scully breathed, "what could have caused that?" She tried to
imagine what could naturally cause that amount of pressure in the
blood stream. Her mind came back a blank.
"Whatever it was, it can be fought. If you look at the tape, you see
that he suppressed the bleeding long enough to make that dramatic
exit. That might be important later."
Scully was intrigued despite her annoyance at Mulder, "So what�s the
third?"
Mulder flashed her the grin again; "We get the joy of guarding the
last stool pigeon."
Scully was surprised, "There�s another one? Must be pretty brave to
take the stand after what happened to the other two."
"Yeah, and because of your expertise in unexplained deaths, we�ll get
this assignment." His grin threatened to do that shit-eating thing
again.
Scully was perplexed again; "My expertise, and we will get the
assignment?"
"Yep, you were asked for specifically by Lieutenant Commander Guile,
Airforce. Apparently this witness was also a member of the Airforce.
We won�t officially be on the case until the third, but Skinner leaked
it to me early so we could get a jump on it." His grin faded and
changed to a pensive frown.
"Mulder, what�s wrong?" Usually Mulder was so gung-ho when he was on a
case that he would leap where angels would run away from at top speed.
"From 1989 to 1996 Lt. Guile was stationed at�"
"Yes?"
"Ellens Air Force Base." Mulder had to force the words out.
Scully paused a second. That explained much. "Are you sure you want to
do this, Mulder? They just asked for me you know," she reminded.
Mulder just looked at her for a few seconds. When an answer came he
said it slowly and deliberately. "No. No I�m not sure, but I do know
that I have to. I can�t let my fears overpower me." He forced a grin,
"And you never know, I may be able to get some answers out of him."
Scully smiled to, "Good, glad to hear it, now tell me all about the
unscientific theories you�re sure to have developed."
Mulder gave her a weak smile, "Ok, I�ve got two at the moment,
although I�m sure that I�ll get more as we go along. The first is that
some kind of poison or virus caused the heart to start beating harder
and, of course, caused the bleeding and death."
Scully considered it, "hmmm, interesting theory, decidedly
unparanormal. Was there anything unusual in the toxicology?"
Mulder frowned, "No, although that not conclusive if the poison broke
down after death. Also the coroner didn�t find any undue stress on the
heart, although I doubt he looked for any."
She nodded, "And the second?"
Mulder grinned again, "You�ll like this one, it�s very paranormal, I
believe that someone, or something, psychically caused those men�s
deaths."
Scully smiled again, "Very paranormal, why do you think that?"
Mulder turned around and started pulling out files, "Two things, both
bodies were charged with static electricity, very common with
psychically influenced objects or people. The second is that this is
not a new phenomenon. At the turn of the century, ten people in
America and twenty-three in Europe, died a very similar death to Chuck
and Rich. The only known link between them besides the manner of death
was that they were all part of the modern spiritualist movement."
Scully looked at her watch, 2:18. "Fascinating, Mulder, simply�" she
stifled a yawn, "fascinating. But I need to get back to sleep, and so
do you."
Mulder stifles his own yawn, "all right mother, good night."
End Part One
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