Title - Abaddon
Author - Colleen
Disclaimer - The X-Files, Mulder and Scully do not belong to me. I don't mention any of these directly in this story, but that's obviously who I'm talking about. Anyway, they belong to Chris Carter, 1013, and FOX.
Feedback - Okay, I'm still that same pathetic 14 year old who sits by her computer waiting for the e-mails that don't come, but guess what? Now that I already posted my first story, I got a few extra e-mails dealing with it. And now I'm getting greedy. If you like it please tell me, if you hate it, please tell me and so on. Thanks I'm at PINKY623@aol.com
Author's notes - On my first fanfic, I wrote the whole thing in one night on a sugar high like I told some people, Now I wrote this story in the middle of the night too, but when I was depressed...so-tell me what you think! Oh yeah, I jump around a lot in this story too.
Thanks - Thanks to Ksoren0626, Cody, Max, SngngWolf, and UberSpook for the feedback on my first story and for the positive comments
Rating - Probably...PG
Summary - An evil creature seems to be looking for Scully...But are it's intentions evil as well?

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The creature knelt by the freshly dug unmarked grave in the pouring rain. It made hideous sounds, unintelligible grunting and groaning similar to that of a frightened, injured animal. It's skin was soft and decaying, hair long and tangled with leaves, maggots and other insects from the underworld. It had the putrid scent of death lingering on what used to be considered clothes. The creature was drawing strength, getting more evil and malignant by the minute. It had only one thought, of a woman and the color red, of a happiness that was no more. The thing got up, howling at the moon, running on all fours down the darkened streets of Georgetown. It stopped at an abandoned wherehouse, knowing nothing besides the fact that its need to enter was growing stronger, maybe having something to do with the woman and the color red. It sniffed cautiously at the doorway, and they tore the remains of the door right off of it's hinges. The monster rushed inside, and saw what it had been looking for. There on the floor, slightly bloodied and bruised, lay the body of a woman...with fiery red hair. She was small, and delicate, yet the monster had a vision of her spirit, which was strong and unwavering. It looked in rage at the men who were hurting her, who were questioning her, not wanting the same fate that it surrendered itself into to befall her. The man saw it just before it lunged, and it saw his face filled with fear, but the thing had no feelings except rage, hatred, and malice. So it ripped at the flesh on the terrified man, eventually allowing him to die by a piece of metal through the heart. The next person that tried to take it out, was surprised by the snapping of bones, only to realize too late that it was his own bones he was hearing. The remainder of the men decided in the next instant that they couldn't fight this evil creature, and took off running in several directions. To their surprise, the thing didn't follow, but instead knelt as best as it could next to the woman on the floor. She recoiled away, taking in the decaying flesh and putrid stench, terrified for her life. It took her hand, and didn't let go even as she trembled like a fragile leaf. Suddenly, a flash hit her. She was in this same wherehouse, but it wasn't her. She had been beaten and tortured, questioned and starved, but she held out. She held out to protect the one she loved. She held out even as they forced her to kneel by her open grave, her bound fingers digging in the moist earth, pleading with them. Not for her life, but for the life of the one she was protecting. They laughed at her, and pulled the trigger. Suddenly she was back in the wherehouse with the creature that saved her life. She looked into it's eyes, and for the first time, the rage that had always been there was replaced with something else. Compassion? Fear? Love? That's when she finally understood. This wasn't a monster, but a man whose love was so strong for her that he died, and came back from Abaddon to protect her. He suddenly shuddered, and she held him in her arms. He couldn't speak for he no longer had a language, but words were very unnecessary at this point. She held him even as her fingers dug deeper into the soft flesh, as the stench became greater and he began rotting before her very eyes. The tears fell freely from her cheeks, and she made no move to wipe them away as they tracked separate paths in the dirt, blood, and anguish. This was the end. She could fell it. And then the man that was once before her was no more. All that was in left this concrete hell were a few dead bodies, and her, kneeling over a mound of dirt, that surprisingly looked like it had a faint smile in the center, near where it's face would have been.

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After his death, she ran out into the pouring rain, slipping and sliding, but this slowed her only fro a short time. She knew exactly where to go, and when she came up to his grave, she began digging. She pulled and pushed, scraped and tugged, until she found him. There he was, his face perfect even in death, even though it was marred by blood, mud, insects and old tears. There he was, complete with badge and gun, his fist clenched tightly around something. It looked as if his captors had tried to take whatever it was from him, but had been unsuccessful. So she tried. It was a letter, addressed to her. When he found the time to write it she had no idea. Maybe when he was in the wherehouse his hands were unbound. The letter was declaring his love for her, and his grief when he realized that she thought he left her on his own will. He told her everything he tried to tell her in his life, and had failed to. He asked her to keep searching for the truth for him, and told her he would call for her when it was time, time for them to see each other again. She never let go of his body, and the next morning the police station got a call that there was a woman, sitting out in the pouring rain next to what looked like a dead body. When they got there, she refused to let go of him, and at the hospital as well. She was thinking about all of the good times they could have had together, but then understanding she would never have changed a second of it...well, except for know. She would never change their cases together, his sly jokes and his no so sly jokes, stake outs, failures and successes. She was asked to give the eulogy at his funeral, and broke down before she got past the first sentence. Once it was finally completed with the help of friends and family, she went home, visiting his grave everyday until her mother got her professional help. That's when she started living her life again. She became a writer, writing books about her adventures at the FBI, and about the man she loved without knowing it. She led a good life, wealthy and happily married to a man who was lucky enough to meet her approval, but who knew he only held the second place in her heart. The first belonged to a man whom she worked with, shared things with, and the man who so unselfishly died for her.

40 years in the future

Her husband awoke one morning to discover she was not in bed with him. He went downstairs and out on the front porch, and found her rocking on the swing. She hadn't noticed him, and he didn't say anything but just watched her, curious. She was looking out at the sea, and holding an old, yellowed piece of paper that was smeared with blood that was just as old. The radio was playing softly in the background, and she smiled when one song in particular came on. She listened to the words, still rocking softly, and crying. But she was happy.

Do you still remember, how it
used to be?
Feeling together, believing whatever
My love has said to me.
Both of us were dreamers,
Young love in the sun.
Felt like my savior, my spirit I gave you
we'd only just begun.
Hasta Manana, always be mine.
Viva Forever, I'll be waiting,
everlasting, like the sun.
Live forever, for the moment
Ever searching for the one.
Yes I still remember, every whispered word.
The touch of your skin, giving life from within
like a love song that I'd heard.
Slipping through your fingers,
like the sands of time,
promises made, every memory saved,
has reflections in my mind.
Hasta manana, always be mine.
Viva Forever, I'll be waiting
everlasting like the sun.
Live forever, for the moment
ever searching for the one.
But we're all alone now, was it just a dream?
Feelings untold, they will never be sold
and the secret's safe with me.
Hasta manana, always be mine.
Viva Forever, I'll be waiting
everlasting, like the sun.
Live forever, for the moment,
ever searching for the one.

At the last words of the song, the chair stopped rocking. He stepped over to her to find she was smiling, he had never seen this smile before, it was being saved for the one man she truly loved. And right at that moment, the two of them were walking hand in hand into the magnificent light

END.