Sent: Monday, July 20, 1998
Subject:Redemption (2/2) by Christina Ortega
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Subject: NEW: Redemption 11/21 by Christina Ortega
Mulder walked tiredly into his dark apartment that night and
closed the door
before taking off his trenchcoat and dropping it
uncaringly on the floor. He walked over to his window by his
computer and
opened them, taking a moment to look out at the
peacefully dark sky.
A long time ago, when Krycek had disappeared from the FBI, or
even when he and
Krycek were in Tunguska, Mulder had
always thought that when and if this day finally came he would be
the happiest
man alive. Why didnt he feel that way now?
Krycek was going to die in a little more than a month. Just a few
months ago
he would have been ecstatic that night, but
now...now he felt like a complete loser. He had lost the game.
He remembered that night not too long ago when Krycek had come
to his
apartment and told him about the resistance that,
at this moment, Mulder still didnt truly understand. For
the first time it
seemed like Krycek was actually doing something to
help humanity. That was what it had sounded like, at least.
Mulder remembered
how alive Krycek had seemed that night,
and then he thought of his face today as he was being led out of
the
courtroom. There was only one word needed to describe
Krycek now: dead. Krycek was dead. Maybe not physically, but he
was
emotionally dead. It was obvious.
Just as he was about to put the TV on, Mulder heard the sound
of someone
knocking on his door. Looking down at his gun
that was still in its holder around his waist, he walked over to
the door and
leaned close enough to it that he could hear the
person outside. Who is it?
I suggest that you open the door. The icy tone was
familiar yet didnt ring
a bell. Mulder was about to walk back over to
the TV when he heard the voice say again, You should open
the door, Mr.
Mulder. I dont feel like breaking it down and
causing a scene. Ive been sent by a man that approached you
last night.
Eddie. Mulder pulled out his gun and opened the door only to
find the man
that he knew only as the Bounty Hunter who
killed all the alien/human hybrids with a metal stiletto. The
Bounty Hunter
pushed the door all the way open and slapped
Mulders gun away, pushing the smaller man to the floor.
Mulder winced at the pain in his back caused by this action
before murmuring,
You show up unexpectedly and then treat me
like this? Im not codependent.
If you tell what you know about Alex Kryceks
innocence you will regret it,
Mr. Mulder, the Bounty Hunter told him
coolly.
So, youre working for this Eddie guy, Mulder
realized. You dont seem like
the Asian type, Im sorry to say.
The Bounty Hunter shrugged. Neither did Krycek.
As I told Eddie yesterday, I dont plan to tell
anyone what I know but you
have to tell me something. I want to know who
this Eddie person is. Well, the Bounty Hunter was his only
insight into what
all this between Krycek and Eddie was all
about, and so he might as well find out all he could that night.
Sighing, the Bounty Hunter motioned for Mulder to stand and
walked with him
over to Mulders leather couch. The two sat
down in silence before the Bounty Hunter began to speak again.
Eddie Chang is
from Hong Kong, as you know, and he is a
very important player in a group there that was extremely upset
by Kryceks
betrayal of their country.
Mulder glanced at him, confused. That makes no sense. It
was my fault that
the deal was broken between Krycek and the
Hong Kong government. Not that I want a whole bunch of Asian guys
getting me
into trouble with the courts and letting me
be fried to death, but theyre having Krycek killed because
of a huge
misunderstanding.
The Bounty Hunter shrugged. Eddie and his friends
dont care about any
misunderstanding or what the truth is. As long as
Alex Krycek dies they wont care, which is why you have to
keep this quiet. If
you dont then they will come after you and
after those who you value. You would never forgive yourself if
Agent Scully
came to a horrible end and, as I told you before,
your sister is alive...but she may not be any longer if you tell
what you
know.
Mulder shuddered at the coldness in his voice before saying,
Well, I know all
this already. Isnt there another reason you
are here?
Yes, the larger man replied. Eddie Chang may
be powerful himself, but
without him the rest of his group will crumble. I
dont know where he is, but if you get him into custody then
you wont have to
worry about telling what you know. The
Consortium wants Krycek out of prison, and Eddies friends
wont dare come
after you.
You came to me to warn me about what Eddie would do to
me if I told what I
know and now you are telling me how to get
justice for Krycek? Mulder questioned, startled. The Bounty
Hunter merely
shrugged.
He stood and walked to the door, glancing back at Mulder one
more time. Watch
your back. I dont want you dead and
the Syndicate doesnt want you dead, but there are those who
wouldnt mind
having your head right now. With that, he left
Mulder to think about what he had said.
***
Krycek walked slowly into the small prison cell where he would
stay for about
a month until his sentence could be carried
out. There were no windows and the only lights in the room were
dim giving the
room an eerie feel. He had realized as he
had walked through the hallways of the prison that the whole
building was
silent. It was an eerie sort of quiet that made his
skin crawl.
Looking at the small cot in front of him he sighed and sat on
it, realizing
with contempt that this mattress was even worse than
the one at the other prison. He glanced around the cell again and
noticed that
he was not alone. There was another man,
sitting on the other cot, watching him with large hazel eyes.
Hey there, Stranger, the man sitting in the cot
across from his said in a
friendly tone of voice. I guess this is the time where
we exchange the what are you in for greetings.
Krycek eyed the man warily from head to toe. He was bald with
a red beard and
mustache. There was a gold hoop in his left
ear and a cut over his left eye. The man was tall and burly
making Krycek feel
slightly uncomfortable. <Ok, Alex, if you
live...weights. Lots and lots of weights.>
All right, then, what are you in death row for?
Krycek questioned, doing his
best to smile. This man was huge! If he had fur
he would look like a bear sitting on that cot! <Dont get
intimidated. Youre
in jail, Alex. Youre supposed to be tough!>
The man returned the grin with a huge one of his own before
replying, Well, I
cut a few throats and stole a whole lot of great
jewelry. What about you?
Krycek shrugged. I shot a whole bunch of people,
smuggled national secrets
out of the country, and gave them to Hong
Kongs government.
I think its safe to say that youre worse
than me, the man said with a
chuckle. He extended his large hand. My name is
Bob, by the way. Bob Wolf. I guess were going to be stuck
together for, at
the most, four weeks.
Krycek narrowed his eyes in confusion as he took the extended
hand. Four
weeks?
Bob sighed. Four weeks till my injection day. Are you being injected, um...
Its Alex. Alex Krycek, and Ill be on the hotseat
in a little more than a
month, Krycek admitted to him.
Electrocution, huh? Bob shook his head. Not
as good, Ive heard. Most
people seem to favor the injection. Its a more
peaceful way to die, we speculate. Then again, any method is
better than that
beheading crap they did back in the medieval
days.
Krycek nodded in agreement. I guess youre
right. For a moment he felt a
sting of jealousy. Death by injection was
sounding really good. <Imagine that...just a few months ago
you were jealous
if the man sitting across from you in a bar could
afford a better drink than you. Now youre jealous over how
youre going to
die?>
Bob sighed. Well, four weeks, then. That will be good. I
mean, we dont do
anything except go out and clean up trash and
other junk once a day, so well have some time to get to
know each other.
Suddenly feeling completely safe with this man who he barely
knew, Krycek
laughed (something that he hadnt done in a
very long time). This is so great. I dont know, I
expected to be with a jail
mate with some freaky attitude and a whole
bunch of tattoos all over his body.
They told me I was going to be getting a cell mate
today, and I was worried
that I was either going to get one of those stone
cold non-talkative guys or a gay guy. Bob frowned at him
suddenly. You
arent curvy, are you?
Im as straight as they come, Krycek informed him with a grin on his face.
Bob smiled. Me too. Leaning closer to him, he
beamed. Just so you know,
though, I do have a tattoo, but its in a very
personal area. At Kryceks amused laugh Bob rubbed his
shoulder. Well, I
guess you had to go through that strip search.
Fun?
Brutal, Krycek groaned. Getting stripped by
a twenty year old male wasnt
exactly my idea was fun. Do you think the
stripping guys check you out?
Bob shrugged. I dont know. Maybe he was gay. I was
stripped by a really hot
female. Wowza! Id let her do it again if I
could. Krycek chuckled and smiled at him realizing that it
had been a few
years since hed had a good laugh. Then again,
hearing the Well-Manicured Man desperate for information over the
phone when
he was on the Star of Russia with that
Dimitri kid had been rather funny. Or so he had thought.
***
(The next day)
You really should come with us to the gym, Alex,
Bob told him the next day
at eleven in the morning. Believe me, well be
in there for a couple of hours. Youll be really bored out
here all alone.
Krycek shrugged. Yeah, well, what could I do. Everything
is pretty much out
for me because I only have one fucking arm!
He silently yearned to do things that everyone else could even if
it was just
playing basketball or being able to dry yourself
quickly with a towel!
Bob examined the plastic arm of his cell mate again before
grinning. You know
what you should do if you live through this?
You should get a professional painter to paint something on the
top of the
hand. It would look really cool. My sister, Megan,
is a really great artist. Im sure she could do something on
your palm. Maybe
if we have a visitors day she can come with
her art set and paint your hand through the bars.
Krycek chuckled, entertained. Really? Maybe Ill
just get it multicolored.
You know...a checker board pattern or something
like that. <This man cant be on death
row...hes too, well, kind!>
I can see it neon pink or neon green, Bob told
him, a flippant expression on
his face. You know...so when you walked by
everyone would notice it.
Just as long as I dont put a gang symbol on it by
mistake. Id have all
sorts of people beating me up as I walked by,
Krycek joked. He smiled at Bob before motioning towards the guard
in front of
their cell door. Go.
Bob frowned at him. Are you sure? I could stay if you want me to.
Krycek smiled assuringly at him. Ill be fine,
Mother. Go. Believe me, I need
the quiet after experiencing that shower room
for the first time this morning. Now THAT had been an
experience of a life
time.
Bob nodded and stood, walking towards the cell door which the
guard had just
opened. Yeah, I mean, have you ever seem
more guys making love at the same time in your entire life? Its
disgusting!
With that he left Krycek all alone in the cell.
He had only been there in the comforting quiet for about
twenty minutes when a
short bald guard with nerdy wire glasses
came up to his cell and peered in. You have a visitor,
Krycek. Do you wish to
see her?
Her? Krycek sighed. Do I have to get
up? <I hope its not Marita. Please
dont let it be Marita. If its her, Im not
going.
No way.>
She has special rights, therefore she will be wheeled
over here. Do you wish
to see her? the guard questioned again.
<Wheeled? Do I know anyone in a wheelchair? Wait...that
girl...it couldnt be,
could it?> Sure, Ill see her.
Subject: NEW: Redemption 12/21 by Christina Ortega
From down the hallway a woman in all white who Krycek
recognized as the nurse
who had been with the girl at the
courtroom wheeled Cassandra Duncan down the hallway. The little
girl's blond
hair was hanging in pigtails over her
shoulders and she was wearing a yellow flowered shirt and red
overalls.
The two stopped in front of Krycek's cell, and, at Cassandra's
waved had, the
nurse left them alone. Krycek offered her his
most charming and innocent smile. "Hi, Sweetheart. I must
say that I'm a
little surprised to see you here."
"You aren't guilty!" Cassandra shouted at him, the
strength of her voice
nearly knocking him against the wall. "Why are you
in here? You shouldn't be in here! You didn't kill them!"
Krycek opened his mouth to respond, didn't find the words he
was looking for,
and tried his hardest to find something
decent to say. "Well, I, um, I really appreciate what you
did for me in the
courtroom, Cassandra. That was very brave of
you." He smiled again, but by her upset expression he could
tell he didn't
seem assuring enough.
"Don't try to protect me!" Cassandra screamed at
him. "You don't deserve to
die! You're a good person!"
<The poor kid just doesn't understand> Krycek thought to
himself. As this
thought struck him, he sighed <I guess I don't
really understand how things have to work out, either. If I had
my choice
right now I would have a wife and a baby son or
daughter and I would have a boring job just like most American
males.> "I'm
not going to try to protect you, Cassandra, but
I've done more than go after your parents. Well, you see, I just
deserve to be
here. That's all."
"You didn't go after my parents though," Cassandra argued with a pout.
Krycek grinned weakly at her. "You're right. I didn't,
Cassandra, but I have
hurt other people. That's why I'm here."
Cassandra merely regarded him with skepticism before motioning
to her nurse.
"I'm ready, Nurse Bell." The brown-haired
woman nodded and ran over to her, taking the handles of her
wheelchair
carefully. Cassandra looked back at him again with
a tight frown on her features making her look older and wiser.
"You are a good
man, Mr. Krycek."
Glancing once more at Krycek the nurse smiled, her eyes
twinkling. "Take care
of yourself in here, Sir," she said in a perky
British accent. With that, the two left him alone in the terrible
silence
again.
It amazed Krycek how mature that girl seemed. He felt almost
as if she could
read his mind. How could a girl of only nine
years understand him that well? It didn't make any sense! Most
people older
than him couldn't understand how he thought.
Hell, Krycek himself couldn't even understand his own reasoning
sometimes.
A voice pierced through the quiet making Krycek jump.
"These prisons really
need a lot more guards. You have no idea how
easy it was to get in here." As he noticed Krycek's startled
expression,
Mulder grinned from his position just outside of
Krycek's cell. "What's the matter, Krycek? Is prison life
getting to you?"
"Shit, Mulder, do you have a schedule of my whole life or
what?" How Mulder
was able to find him whenever he was totally
alone was beginning to frighten him.
Mulder shrugged. "I'll leave that up to you to figure
out, Krycek." Becoming
completely serious, he leaned towards the bars
of the cell. "I know you didn't do it."
"Do what? There's a lot of accusations on that rap sheet
I have," Krycek
muttered. <Not this again. I thought you would
leave me alone after I had been sentenced!>
"You didn't kill my father. I know that much." It
had taken him a long time to
come to that conclusion, but there was a
reasonable doubt in his mind now, and that was all he needed.
Krycek looked at him blankly before saying, "You know, I
hear that
electrocution is a pretty good way to go because you
fry instantly. I like getting things over with quickly. How about
you, Mulder?
Then again, beheading goes quickly, too, but I
don't like that idea. Too gruesome for me. I was never much a
horror movie
fan."
"You know what, Krycek?" The younger man glanced at
him, waiting to hear what
he was going to say. "I'm really
surprised. I'm surprised that you're giving up this quickly.
Before this you
never seemed to relent and now it seems like
defeat is just a way of life for you!" Mulder exclaimed.
"Its not defeat, Mulder," Krycek countered.
"What I'm doing is deciding not to
delay the inevitable. Death will come sooner
or later for everyone. I just got to the end of the race before
everyone else
did. Who knows, Mulder? Maybe you'll be
next."
Mulder snarled at him. "Can't you see that I'm trying to
help you!? Open your
eyes, Krycek!" Why was it so hard for him to
understand that he was trying to save his life?
"Why don't you open yours and see that I don't want to be
helped, Mulder!?"
Krycek shouted with the same amount of
venom in his voice. Calming down, he sighed. "Look, either
say something
helpful or get out of here before they find you."
"Fine, I'm going," Mulder told him, "but I'm
not going to give up. You are
going to realize that there are other ways to solve
this mess you've gotten yourself into if I have to force you to
do it."
As he walked down the hallway a thought struck him that seemed
to clear up a
few things for him. <Krycek was hit hard by
this even because the girl, Cassandra, was nine which was the
same age that
his sister was when she was killed. Its obvious
his father never really loved him, since he always beat him.
Maybe Krycek is
seeing this as a way of finally giving in to things
his father said to him, whether it be 'you're not good enough' or
'you'll
never amount to anything'. Krycek doesn't want to
be helped because he sees this as self-punishment, not just
because of what
he's done recently but what his father made him
think that he had done to his family during his childhood.>
***
(Later that afternoon)
Bob returned to the cell only to find that Krycek had fallen
asleep on his cot
with a weird-looking book in his hands. Wiping
the shiny perspiration from his brow with his shirt he walked
over to Krycek
and hit him a few times making the younger man
open his eyes, shocked. "W-what happened?" Seeing that
it was Bob, he smiled.
"Did you have fun?"
"It was a blast, Alex. You really should have gone. There
was a major fight
between this guy that killed his wife and daughter
and another guy who shot all these people in an art museum!"
Bob told him
excitedly. "What about you? Did you have fun
reading..." He glanced at the book laying on Krycek's chest,
"a psyche book?
Why the hell are you reading that crap?"
Krycek yawned before rubbing his eyes groggily. "I guess
this was why I fell
asleep. Actually, there's this guy I used to work
with who is a great psychology profiler. Well, lets just say I've
always been
interested in it." <Yep, Mulder: 'The Great
Psychology Profiler'.> In all honesty, he wasn't reading the
book because
Mulder had gotten him interested in it. It was more
that everything he was feeling...everything that Mulder had
said...it didn't
make sense and he wanted desperately to
understand what was happening to him.
"Hey, Buddy, they're your tastes, not mine. Personally,
psychology pisses me
of," Bob admitted.
Krycek chuckled, amused. "Why is that? Bad experiences with a therapist, Bob?"
Bob shrugged. "Yeah, I dated one. She was a pain in the
ass, I'll tell you
that. Well, it's not just that. Therapists have a way
of getting inside your head, and that really freaks me out. I
mean, how do
they do that? Do they just guess? Although, you
can always tell who the bad ones are."
"How is that?" Krycek asked him, sitting up and
cradling his chin with his
right palm.
"You know, they say the same thing for every client. Like
those therapists on
Jenny Jones or whatever the hell her name is.
That woman kept saying the same thing: 'I think you're jealous of
her and
that's why you are saying this about her'. That's a
bunch of crap. You don't make fun of someone because you're
jealous of them.
Whoever made that up is an idiot.
"There's another thing, too. If you break up the word
therapists into two
words you get the rapists. That doesn't make me
feel too comfortable around them. I don't know about you, but
that's my
opinion."
Krycek whistled low. "I never realized that. Therapists
equals the rapists.
Hmmm...I'll have to talk to Mulder about that
sometime. Maybe he does more than just watch those porno
tapes."
Bob rubbed his chin. "A psychologist who watches porno,
eh? Well, that's a
problem. I wouldn't let this guy do his psycho
brainwashing junk on me. No way." Becoming serious, he put
his hand on
Krycek's shoulder before saying, "Have you met
a guy named John O'Hara?"
"No," Krycek said, shaking his head. "Why? Should I have?"
"Well, he inhabits the cell across the hall and one to
the left of ours with
another guy, Sean Ryder. John came to the gym late
today because he had to finish eating his...gruel from this
morning."
Krycek gagged. "I didn't think anyone really ate that stuff."
Bob shrugged. "Well, he does get pretty hungry. Anyway,
while he was here he
heard two people come to your cell. One of
them was a little girl and the other one was some guy with brown
hair and a
really ostentatious tie."
"Shit..." Krycek rubbed his forehead, knowing
exactly where he was going with
this conversation. "So, I suppose he told
you what they said to me and what we talked about. Any questions
you want to
ask?"
"Yeah," Bob replied, his voice becoming harsher,
"I do have some questions,
like why are you getting the death penalty for
crimes you didn't commit?"
Krycek sighed, having expected this would happen, before
saying, "I did commit
them."
Bob frowned skeptically at him. "If that's true then why
are you giving me
that 'please don't question me any further because
I might break' look?" He folded his massive arms over his
chest with annoyance
at the younger man in front of him.
Krycek glanced at him, afraid of what this man would do to him
if he didn't
answer. <If I start screaming for help now how
long will it take a guard to get here, and will it take that much
time for Bob
to kill me with his bare hands?>
Bob continued to glance at him in fury, and he rubbed the
bridge of his nose
as the younger man turned away from him and
put his head back on the flimsy pillow on the bed. Sighing, Bob
awkwardly
rubbed Krycek's back before saying, "You may
not believe me, Alex, but I am a husband and father. Well, I
guess that would
be 'was' since I'm in here and I'm not going
back to them. Guess my age, Alex."
Krycek glanced up, surprised by his change of attitude, before
looking at him
and shrugging. "I don't know.
thirty-seven...thirty-eight...how old are you?" He tried to
follow Bob's
fingers with his eyes but, suddenly tired, he decided to
let the other man do as he pleased.
"I'm forty-five," Bob told him with a chuckle. At
Krycek's amazed expression
he laughed even harder. "Yep, I know its
hard to believe that a hot stud like me is really forty-five, but
I am. My boy
is eighteen and he's everything a father could
hope for. Cory is smart, sensitive towards the ladies, and
athletic. He was
the star player on his basketball team in high
school. I'll be gone before I get the news that he's gone off to
college.
He'll be finishing up his senior year this June.
"Aside from his great personality and looks, which come
from me, might I add,
he can also be stubborn and sometimes he
has a hard time telling the truth, Alex. You know why? Because
lying makes him
feel powerful. No, he's not a compulsive
liar, but there's just something about telling his folks a bold
faced fib that
just gets him really riled up. Lying is like a drug,
Alex. Once you start you can't stop. I know that's true because
I've been
addicted to lying as I'm sure you are. Its not
exactly a bad quality. Usually it is, but sometimes being a
charming liar can
help you get out of tough situations, but there's no
one here to care if you lie or not and if you do lie to me or to
anyone who's
trying to help you in here than you are just going
to get yourself into more trouble. Believe me, Alex, I know how
it works. You
have to trust me."
Seeing that Alex had completely relaxed under the fingers
massaging his back
comfortingly, Bob continued. "Well, I'm going
to go into a psychological thing if you don't mind. Now, I don't
mean to butt
into your personal business but it seems to me
that you, perhaps, did not have a very comfortable childhood. Am
I right?"
"Yeah," Alex murmured, his eyes closed. "Don't
get all therapist-like on me,
Bob. That's kinda freaking me out."
Bob smiled at him. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, we're going to be
together for four
weeks, and just in the day we have been
together you've already reminded me greatly of my son and, well,
I wouldn't
mind adopting for my last four weeks on this
Earth. Plus, it seems to me you need someone to trust. Someone
like a father."
Alex chuckled and glanced at him. "I could never trust my
father. He wasn't
exactly...kind to me."
"That's my point, Alex. Its obvious that you need a good
father and I need a
son," Bob persisted. "I made a mistake that
cost me my life. Please, my biggest wish is to use my last four
weeks as a
father to make up for my errors."
"You want me as a son?" Alex looked up at the older
man and laughed besides
himself. "You don't understand, Bob. First
of all, you're only fourteen years older than me, and, secondly,
you don't
want me as a son. Believe me, my first father hated
me and I guarantee that you will hate me just as much."
Bob shot Alex a wounded look. "Age doesn't matter to me,
and if your father
hated you then he was a rotten father because
no father should hate their children. Please, this is my dying
wish."
Alex rubbed his eyes before flipping over so his head was
barely touching
Bob's knees. "Do you prefer Father, Daddy, or
Dad?" He smiled faintly and closed his eyes, mentally
grinning as Bob shifted
his legs so that his head could rest on his lap.
As Bob stroked his hair, still not believing that he had
opened up so much to
this man he barely knew, he sighed with
contentment. "I like Dad myself, but that's just me."
"All right, Dad," Alex said softly, trying out the
word. For a moment with his
eyes closed he barely remembered that he was
saying this to his cell mate whom he had only known for two days.
Instead, he
pictured himself as a seven year old again
sleeping in his father's arms with the idea that no one would
ever hurt him
and that he was, in some way, immortal.
***
Subject: NEW: Redemption 13/21 by Christina Ortega
(The next day at ten in the morning)
Krycek awoke to the sound of the cell door being opened. He
glanced at Bob as
he returned to the cell and looked at him.
"Hey, you slept in. For a few minutes I thought you were
dead. Oh, you missed
shower by the way."
"Damn," Krycek muttered. "Now I'm going to
smell like crap the whole day. Why
didn't you wake me up?"
Bob shrugged. "I don't know. Yesterday you seemed out of
it and today you just
looked so peaceful that I couldn't wake
you."
"I've got to start having more nightmares so I won't look
so peaceful," Krycek
murmured to himself.
The two looked through the bars of their cell door as they
heard another man
yell, "Hey, Bob, is it true you're playing Daddy
for your last few weeks on Earth?"
"Yeah, Sean, although I heard that you and John are doing
the brothers thing
before you both get fried," Bob called back.
The man, Sean, turned to John, who looked almost exactly like
him except he
was an inch shorter, weighed a little more, and
had smaller eyes. "Hey, John, do you think they look like
father and son?"
"You're too young, Bob!" John hollered across the
hall. He put a hand through
his brown hair before yelling, "What about
us? Have people noticed how brotherly we are?"
Bob shrugged. "Yeah, I guess, although most of the
inmates think you two are
just gay."
Sean looked at John and sighed. "Damn it. I told you that
little routine in
the shower room was going a little too far."
Ignoring them, Bob looked back at Krycek. "So, Alex, are
you going to tell me
why you are here if you don't deserve to
be?"
Krycek shook his head. "It's not a good topic of
conversation for me right
now. I'm still getting used to the fact that in less
than two months I'm going to be dead. Well, to be honest, I guess
it seems
weird how you and everyone else on death row
seems to be able to talk about death like it's a common
thing."
"It is common, Alex, although from the charges on your
rap sheet I'd have
guessed that you would know that," Bob
responded.
Krycek was about to reply when, suddenly, the door to their
cell open and a
young African American male guard looked at
them sternly before questioning, "Which one of you is
Krycek?"
"That would be me," Krycek responded. "What's
up? Did the guy running the
shower decide to let me use it?"
"No. You've got a visitor who's waiting for you in the
visitor's area. Please,
follow me," the guard instructed.
"Hey, wait a minute, don't I get to choose whether I want
to see this person
like I did last time?" Krycek had the awful
suspicion that it was going to be someone he really didn't want
to see like
the Well-Manicured Bastard.
The guard shook his head. "No. Please, follow me."
Reluctantly, Krycek followed the guard out of the cell and
walked with him
down the long hallway filled with cells housing the
other prisoners on death row. They then walked past the gym and
walked into a
room which was lit only by a small window
in the far corner. He sighed as he saw the plastic wall that
would separate
him from the person who had come to see him.
Just then, he noticed the person who had come to visit him and
groaned. Of all
people, the visitor was Marita.
Sitting down across from her hesitantly, he looked at the
speaker which he was
supposed to talk through before murmuring,
"So, do you bring news of the outside world? How's the
weather been? You know
I can't feel it in here. It's all the same all
the time." He offered her a charming grin and waited to see
how he would react
to his rather poor jokes.
Unexpectedly, Marita glared at him, and that was when he
noticed that her eyes
were red from shedding tears. "How can
you sit there and act like nothing is wrong!?" She cried,
both sorrowful and
frustrated. "You are going to be killed in a month,
damn it! How can you act like everything is just perfectly
fine!?" It seemed
to her that she was the only one upset by the fact
that he was going to be killed very soon. Why didn't anyone else
see that as a
big thing!?
"If you cry over it you waste energy because it won't
change a thing. You need
to live with it, Marita. That's all I can tell
you." As soon as he saw the first tear drop from her eye he
knew he had said
the wrong thing. <Please, don't cry. Don't cry.
Damn her.>
"You have some nerve," Marita growled angrily.
"I don't understand how you can
sit there and pretend that everything is just
grand. Yes, I'm sure everything is fine. Now I'm the stupid one
for wasting my
tears on you. Maybe I am an idiot, Alex. I'm
a moron. I'm a fucked-up bitch, all right, but you have no idea
what it's like
to know that someone you've cared about for
more than ten years is going to die and you can't do anything to
stop it, and
the only way I can talk to you is through some
plastic crap. I can't even hold your hand or hug you one last
time!"
By this time, Krycek was feeling, literally, like dirt.
<Great, Alex, you've
screwed up someone else's life, too.> <It's her fault
since she's stupid enough to care enough about me to cry over it.
Crybaby.>
<Well, it's your fault for being stupid enough to
make her stupid enough to care for you.> <I hate my
life.> <Well, you won't
have to worry about that for much longer.
Ha.>
"Look, you aren't an idiot, ok? I'm sorry if it seems
like I don't care that
I'm in here or I don't care that I'm going to die. It
just seems like if I try to forget about the fact that I'll never
see Autumn
or Winter again then it seems easier. You know, I
can try to fool myself into thinking that I'm in here because I'm
mental or
something, like a mental institution. At least then I
can convince myself that I'm not going to die. If I think about
it too much
then I do become morose and afraid, but I'd prefer
to live normally my last couple of weeks. Do you get it
now?"
Marita nodded hesitantly and put her hand up on the window
separating them.
Krycek watched it for a few moments before
putting his own hand on it and pretending that he was really
touching her. She
slowly removed her hand and smiled, touching
her lips and then touching the window. Krycek closed his eyes for
a moment and
moved his hand over to where hers was,
mentally taking the kiss and putting his fingers on his lips to
show that it
was received.
As the guard walked over to Krycek and forced him to stand,
Marita leaned
closer to the window. "Now, tell me this isn't
love," she whispered.
He offered her a weak grin before walking with the guard back
to his cell.
After the guard had closed the door behind him he
looked at Bob who stood and put his hands on his shoulders.
"What happened,
Alex? Who was that?"
"That was...my girlfriend..." Krycek muttered
softly. He glanced at Bob and
quickly lowered his head as he felt tears
threatening to spill from his eyes. Taking in a shaky breath, he
found the
courage to look up at his adopted father. "I'm
scared."
Bob quickly escorted him over to the cot and sat down with him
there,
embracing Krycek as if he really were his son. "Why
are you scared, Alex?" Krycek tried to pull away as tears
started to flow from
his eyes but Bob did not allow this. "This will
help you free all the stuff that you've been holding in since
this all began,
I'll bet. Now, what are you afraid of?"
Krycek closed his eyes and tightened his grip on Bob who
tightened his, as
well. He took in a shaky breath as the tears
continued steadily down his cheeks. "I...I don't want to
die. I'm afraid of
dying." He unconsciously recalled telling Mulder,
Scully, and even Marita that he wasn't afraid to die...that it
would seem like
he had won the game at last, but that didn't
mean he wasn't afraid. Somehow he was unable to imagine leaving
his body.
Thinking of his body with no life in it...with him
not being there...it scared him beyond belief.
Bob rubbed his back soothingly before muttering, "To be
honest with you, Alex,
I'm scared, too, but when you're gone you
no longer have to feel the pain and suffering that come along
with life. It
will all be over."
"My life has been wasted on nothing. The things I fought
for...I'll never see
them happen. My life has been nothing but junk.
At least you had a wife and kid. I had nothing. There was no one
for me to
love except Marita and, well, we fought all the
time." Krycek lifted up his right hand and did his best to
wipe his tears
before pulling away from Bob. He looked away and
tried to hide his shame, but Bob did not allow it.
He placed a finger on the younger man's chin and lifted it so
that Krycek was
forced to look at him. "Listen to me, not just as
a cell mate, not just as a friend, but as a father. Your life is
not over yet.
I have four weeks, and you have longer than that.
You have a lot of time to make up for at least some of the things
that you did
wrong. Like, with Marita. Call her on today's
phone privilege and ask her to see you again. Call this Mulder
guy and this
Scully guy that you talked about."
Krycek chuckled lightly. "Actually, Scully is a
woman." He was surprised by
how often people made that mistake. Krycek
was so used to knowing Scully as a woman that thinking of a man
with the last
name 'Scully' seemed utterly hilarious.
"Whatever, Alex, just try. Do your best to make ends meet
while you're still
here. I know it will be hard, but you need to do
it. Maybe I do to. I'll have to call my sister and my wife and
son...we'll be
all right, Alex...Son...we'll be all right," Bob
assured him. Smiling, he patted Krycek's shoulder. "Now,
when was the last
time you cried like that, Alex? A month? Two,
maybe?"
"I cried in prison when I was being interrogated,"
Krycek admitted to him. He
was slightly amazed at how easy it was to talk
to Bob. The older man seemed to understand everything he said and
Krycek had
no idea how he could.
Bob shook his head. "Well, I mean before all this. See,
anyone can cry under
this much stress, but other times is something
else."
Krycek shrugged and looked up at the ceiling as he thought.
Finally, he
sighed. "Um, does crying in pain count, because
getting my arm cut off really hurt so obviously I cried
then."
Bob shook his head. "No, that doesn't count."
"Well, uh, no, not then...um...maybe...two years."
"Two years!?" Bob exclaimed. "Damn it, how much
stuff have you been holding in
since then? Why did you cry that one
time?"
Krycek blushed lightly. "Well, uh, I had been taken over
by this alien...never
mind...I passed out and when I woke up myself
locked in a missile silo with no idea how I had gotten there. I
pounded on the
door for a long time and, after about a day, I
was so tired, upset, and lonely that I just broke down and cried
for hours."
He could remember that experience as if it was yesterday. The
door had been
too hard and he couldn't break it. Finally, in
complete disgust at his weakness and fatigue, and frightened that
those bleak
and dirty walls would be the last thing he would
ever see, he broke down and sat on top of the alien craft sobbing
in a near
state of of hysteria.
Bob sighed and touched Krycek's good arm. "That must have
really sucked, Alex.
What had happened? Was it just some
kind of nasty prank?"
"Actually, it was like a containment facility, I guess
you could say. I had
been infected by this really deadly virus and so I had
be contained in a remote area and monitored to make sure that I
recovered
without any ill effects." He wasn't exactly sure
how to explain the black oil to Bob. Sure, now it seemed so
simple to him, but
explaining it to someone who had never heard
of it and had no idea that there was a government conspiracy?
Now, that was
something else.
"I hate being sick," Bob said with a shudder.
"Just the coughing and the
sneezing and all of that...it makes me feel helpless."
Krycek nodded in agreement. "Exactly, so you can imagine
how I felt. I was
hacking up all sorts of crap. After a few weeks
all I experienced were a few headaches and one or two coughing
fits so they
let me go. What they never found out, though, is
that I relapsed."
Bob's eyes widened. "You relapsed, and you were all by
yourself on the street?
Damn...well, you seem better now."
"Yeah, I am better. This virus was unknown at the time,
and it is still really
rare. I had to go to Russia, actually, to partake in
tests there that they were performing on people there to find a
vaccine that
would actually kill the virus completely. They
found one that worked and, long story short, here I am fine and
dandy." <Well,
fine and dandy is a little bit of a leap...>
At that moment, the African American guard who had escorted
Krycek to the
visitor area before opened the door to their
cell. "Its phone privilege time, Gentlemen. Make it
snappy."
As the two walked down the hallway with the guard John and
Sean, who had been
listening to the whole conversation,
glanced at each other. Sean smiled. "Well, that conversation
certainly brought
them closer together."
"He cried. I wonder if we would become closer if we cried
on each other," John
thought to himself.
Sean shrugged. "Perhaps, John. I'll think about it, and
if you wake up wet
tomorrow morning you'll know that I agreed with
you. Either that, or you dreamed about your old girlfriend and
got a little
carried away again."
***
Subject: NEW: Redemption 14/21 by Christina Ortega
(Later that day)
Mulder sat in his office gloomily looking at his 'I Want to
Believe' poster.
<I want to believe that Krycek is guilty...he is
guilty. I'm doing the right thing by not telling anyone. Krycek
is guilty.>
<Innocent. He's innocent.> <Shut up! He's guilty!>
<You dork. Mulder, you know he's innocent.>
The poster had always been a source of serenity for him, but
now it was
proving to be a cause of complete confusion. He
realized now that there was a lot that he wanted to believe. It
wasn't just
about aliens anymore, and for a moment Mulder
wished that life was as simple as it had been five years ago when
he had been
called to the X-Files by the dream that he had
of finding his sister alive and well.
He looked up, startled, as the door to the office opened, but
when he saw that
it was only Scully he sighed with relief. "Hey,
Scully. Did you have fun celebrating Krycek's sentence
yesterday?"
"Very funny, Mulder, which reminds me, did you go to see him yesterday?"
"Yes, I told you I did. Why?" Mulder narrowed his
eyes at her. Was she getting
suspicious of what he wasn't telling her?
No, she couldn't be.
Scully frowned. "Well, your name wasn't on the visitor
list nor does anyone
remember seeing you in the building." This was
really weird. Why would Mulder lie to her?
Mulder chuckled lightly and then stopped as he noticed how
serious she was.
"Look, Scully, I just didn't want to be confined
by that stupid window thing. I don't understand why I can't just
talk to the
man through the bars of his cell. He was alone
and wasn't doing anything. What's the big deal? Besides, how do
you know that?
Were you following me around, Scully?"
The idea of Scully following his every move did sound pretty
neat.
"I went to see him myself, actually, though I didn't talk
to him because he
was meeting with someone already. It was that
Marita Covarrubias woman," Scully told him suggestively.
"You know she is not my type at all, Scully," Mulder
told her, jokingly stern.
"Well, not that you know my type."
Scully smiled. "Oh, I do, Mulder. Your type is short
brown hair and British,
shoulder length brown hair and pouty lips with a
strong like of bugs, or blond hair, which I still think was
pretty fake."
"Scully, you are inhumane." Mulder shuddered,
remembering the three witches of
his life: Phoebe, Bambi, and Detective
White.
"Thank you," Scully said with a smirk. She sighed.
"So, what did you learn
from our ratboy down at the prison?"
Mulder looked at her, a laugh escaping his lips. "Ratboy?
Where did that come
from?"
"It suits him. He looks like a boy and he's definitely a
sneaky rat," Scully
explained. She honestly didn't know how she had
come up with the expression. It just seemed to fit him perfectly,
and so she
had decided to share it with her partner who she
had been sure would appreciate it. Mulder didn't disappoint her.
"This is the most descriptive I've seen you in awhile,
Scully," Mulder told
her flippantly. "Anyway, back to what he told
me...he literally said that he wasn't giving in, he just wasn't
delaying the
inevitable. Oh, that's referring to his death, of
course." Ratboy? He was really starting to think that Scully
was getting a
sense of humor. It wasn't much of one, but it was
there.
Scully grinned. "Yes, well, I assumed that much. You
haven't told me if you
learned any more about this Eddie person or
about why Halloway did what he did."
Mulder shrugged. "Well, I haven't told you anything
because I don't know
anything, Scully. Krycek, or Ratboy as you say,
has told me nothing of interest."
The smile fell from Scully's face as she regarded him
seriously. She frowned
at him. "You're lying to me, Mulder."
"No, I'm not, Scully!" Mulder exclaimed. "Why
would I lie to you?" <Maybe
because you're protecting her, Mulder.>
<Shut up!>
Scully narrowed her eyes. "I can hear it in your voice,
Mulder. You can't lie
to me. I know you too well for that. What did
Krycek tell you about Eddie?" What could Mulder be hiding?
It couldn't be
evidence, could it?
Mulder sighed. "As I said, Scully, he said nothing of
interest." Oh, this
hurt. This really hurt. Would he be able to hold out
against Scully's infamous 'evil eye'?
Scully crossed her arms over her stomach, irked. "Stop
it, Mulder. I want the
truth. What did Krycek tell you?"
"Fine. Eddie is with the Hong Kong government. His full
name is Eddie Chang."
<Please, Scully, leave it at that. I'm begging
you.>
"Why would you hide that from me, Mulder?" Scully
glared at him in anger.
"What the hell aren't you telling me? I want to
know." This wasn't like him. If he was hiding something from
her it must be
really big.
Mulder rubbed the bridge of his nose. "All right. Eddie
and Halloway were
working together, ok?"
Scully's eyes widened in realization. "Eddie and Halloway
worked together to
deliberately get Krycek killed for crimes they
had committed." She turned to Mulder, enraged. "Why the
hell did you keep this
information secret, Mulder!? If the court
knew this Krycek may not be in prison waiting to be fried!"
She didn't think that she had ever been more upset with him.
Even though his
ditching her always hurt he had always tried to
be honest with her except when he couldn't, but now...now there
was no excuse.
There was reasonable doubt concerning
Krycek's guilt now. She can't believe that he had held in this
information!
"Scully, listen to me. It was either Krycek's life or
ours. They threatened my
life and yours for this information. Eddie knows
I know what he did as do Krycek and the Bounty Hunter."
"Bounty Hunter!?" Scully looked at him in shock.
"What does the Bounty Hunter
have to do with anything?" This was way
to weird. In her eyes, Krycek's guilt had just gone from black
and white to a
whole array of colors. So, there really was a
big conspiracy behind this thing. Why didn't that surprise her?
Mulder shrugged. "For some reason the Bounty Hunter is
working with Eddie and
his Hong Kong friends. Apparently I
pulled Krycek out of the country too quickly when he was taken
over by the
alien oil. Krycek had been working with them
on some kind of project, and his leaving made them fall short of
completing
it, and so they blame him for their failure, so that
leaves Krycek where he is now. Not even the Syndicate seem to
know about Eddie
and his buddies."
Scully shook her head. "We cannot keep this quiet,
Mulder. If what you say is
true then Krycek needs a retrial before his
sentence is carried out."
"No, Scully, you don't understand. Eddie knows that I
know and he's watching
me. I'm afraid that he's going to do
something to you or to me if we go public with this." He was
unable to shake
that night that Eddie had confronted him in the
parking lot of the courthouse. So, this was the time when the
game heated up.
"It's a risk we're going to have to take, Mulder. An
innocent man is facing
prison time," Scully said. "Look, I know there is a
rivalry between you and Krycek and you don't want him walking. I
assure you
that he won't walk away free from this, but
he doesn't deserve to die for crimes he didn't commit."
Mulder looked at the
completely serious expression on her face
before nodding reluctantly in agreement. He really hoped this
would work and
that Eddie would just back off, but he
seriously doubted that this would happen.
The next morning after Scully had tried to explain what Mulder
had told her
the day before Mulder was paying for not telling
his very upset AD about the Krycek and Eddie situation. "You
may feel a
responsibility towards your secrets, Agent Mulder,
and I respect that, but this is too far. This is way past the
line. Agent
Mulder, you cannot keep me in the dark and you cannot
keep your partner, Agent Scully, in the dark. Do I make myself
perfectly
clear!?"
Mulder nodded slowly. "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
Skinner sighed and looked at Scully. "So, how exactly
should we go about
dealing with this situation? Should I call the
governor and ask for a pardon or should we try to hunt this man
down?"
"I don't think it will be that easy, Sir. Eddie Chang has
been able to hide
from us for this long, and he has many resources
that might even reach to the Syndicate. In all honesty, I think
we need to
wait for him to make the first move," Mulder
explained.
Skinner shook his head in disagreement. "I'm afraid that
isn't possible,
Mulder. If we wait for Eddie to make a move he may
not make one and then it will be too late. Krycek will be
dead." Part of him
was furious at Mulder for keeping this
information secret, and the other part of him was upset that he
hadn't seen
the relationship between Halloway and an outside
force. "I have to see the governor to see if he will grant a
pardon."
Mulder shook his head. "Krycek is not completely
innocent. I didn't say that.
If anything, Krycek should just be given an
appeal."
"I'm going to go down to the prison and tell Krycek that
we're doing this. He
needs to be alert so that he can watch out for
strange activity in the facility," Scully said.
Mulder looked at her, somewhat startled. "You're making
him sound like an
undercover agent and not a prisoner, Scully."
As she looked away from him he sighed. "I'll go with you,
Scully."
"No, Agent Mulder, you will be coming with me to help me
work this out with
the governor," Skinner told him. "I will not be
held accountable for this big mistake." Mulder sighed,
knowing already how
much trouble he was going to be in. Skinner was
completely pissed...not that it was a first.
After Mulder and Skinner had left Scully drove over to the
prison where Krycek
was being held. She walked cautiously
through the drab halls and walked into the visitor's room. A
young guard
walked up to her. "Who do you wish to see today,
Miss?"
Scully smiled politely at him. "Um, I'd like to visit
with Alex Krycek. It
should only take five minutes."
"Boy, that guy is popular, isn't he?" The guard
nodded and, ignoring her
questioning gaze, looked towards the guard on the
other side of the visitor window. "Alex Krycek."
The African American nodded and left the room. Scully took off
her black
trenchcoat and sat down tentatively in the seat in
front of the visitor's window. She glanced at the speaker for a
moment before
looking up at the door opening on the other
side of the room. The African American guard came back in with
Krycek walking
in front of him.
Scully looked him over in his all white prison uniform and
grinned in
amusement as she remembered him wearing all black
before he had been caught by the police. This was certainly a
change in style
for him. He looked at her, sighed as he realized
what she was thinking, and sat down in front of her, a casual
smile on his
face. "Have you decided to come forward with
your true feelings for me, Scully?"
"Yes, Krycek. I think you are a slimy rat," Scully
retorted coolly. Krycek
flashed her a charming smile but did not retort.
Knowing that his smile would not be there much longer, Scully
sighed. "I've
learned some interesting things from my partner
about your guilt."
As she expected, his flippant mood disappeared leaving his
face completely
noncommittal. "Such as what?"
"Well, such as you are not guilty of the Duncans'
murders. They were done by a
man named Eddie Chang." She watched
him interestedly to see how he would respond to this news.
Krycek shrugged as if he didn't know a thing at all about what
she spoke of.
"I've never heard that name." <That's it. Deny
everything...create plausible denial...all that crap that smoking
SOB taught
me.>
Understanding what he was doing, Scully shook her head.
"Denial may have
worked for you before, but it won't work for
you now. Assistant Director Skinner and Agent Mulder are going to
go to the
governor to have your sentence postponed so
that you may be granted an appeal which will, hopefully, be
fair."
"Y-you can't do that, Scully!" Krycek exclaimed,
startled by this news. "They
can't do that! You can't let them do that!"
Shit...shit...shit. This was not good. This was not good at all.
Scully frowned at him, surprised by his reaction. "Well,
it's too late.
They're on their way to see the governor right now."
Krycek rubbed his eyes in frustration before glaring at her.
"You have to call
them. Call them and tell them to turn around
and come back. They can't do that, Scully. Tell them to come
back."
"I'm not going to do that, Krycek," Scully told him.
"The truth needs to be
known whether you understand that or not." With
that, she stood and walked out of the room leaving him to stare
in horror
after her.
<Well, they're doing it.> <They can't do that. Eddie
is going to find out.>
<Maybe he won't find out.> <He probably will.
No, you know he will. You're a dead man, Alex.> Krycek let out
a deep sigh and
stood as the African American guard
grabbed his arm. The two walked slowly back to Krycek's cell in
complete
silence.
***
Subject: NEW: Redemption 15/21 by Christina Ortega
(A week later at night)
Marita padded around her hotel room in a silk white robe. She
walked into the
small bathroom and grabbed her black brush
from off of the counter and ran it through her soft blond hair a
few times
before walking back into the living room and sitting
down on the couch which had very hard cushions. Leaning back on
it, she
reached out towards the glass coffee table in front
of her and picked up a pile of pictures that were laying there.
They were all
very old...some of them were more than ten
years old, but Marita had still kept them. She would look at them
if she
needed comfort.
The first was of a whole group of people. As she looked at it
she realized now
that this picture was thirteen years old and it
was of a lot of her classmates on the last day of high school.
Krycek was in
the picture standing next to her with his arm
around her shoulders.
The second one was of just her and Krycek. He was kissing her
cheek as she
blushed. In the distance you could see Chris
and Mac, Krycek's two best friends back then, making fun of their
position.
Marita smiled at it realizing how young they both
looked. Her hair was longer than it was now as was his, and he
was wearing a
white shirt which was a far cry from his usual
ensemble: all black. If someone didn't know him and saw him
walking around on
the street Marita supposed that they would
think he was a Goth.
In the third picture Marita was wearing a pastel pink dress
while Krycek was
in a tux. <A tux!? I think that's the only time in
his life that he ever wore a tux besides the prom.> She
remembered the
occasion well as her friend, Jennifer's, wedding.
Marita had been one of the bridesmaids along with Laura Sanford,
another one
of Jennifer's best friends. It had worked out
perfectly because the groom was Chris Oslen, who was one of
Krycek's best
friends so he and Mac Peters were the men of
honor. That wedding had taken place nine years ago, still before
both Marita
and Krycek had gotten involved with the
Syndicate. Since then Jennifer and Chris had remained married
and, to the best
of Marita's knowledge, were living
somewhere in Connecticut. Mac had overdosed on pills, and Laura
had married a
man named Harry Walburg.
Marita glanced at the fourth picture, turned away from it, and
threw it on the
floor with disdain. It showed them both in
working attire. She was wearing a deep blue suit while he was
wearing a
charcoal one with a normal tie on. Marita still had
nightmares about that day. It was a picture of the first day
Krycek went off
to Quantico and she had continued to work at the
State Department. Though most people didn't know it, Marita was
the first one
to become involved with the Syndicate,
although she didn't know that Krycek had met up with the CSM in
Quantico until
he began telling her all these amazing
stories about his newest idol at the FBI: Fox Mulder.
She recalled how impressed Krycek had been with the older
man's work in the
paranormal. He had even been lucky enough
to go to one of his profiling lectures. Then, he called her one
day and told
her how excited he was because this man had
made it possible for him to actually work with Fox Mulder. It had
been his
dream. That was when the calls had stopped
coming and Marita had known something was wrong.
She had gone to see him a few months later only to find that
his apartment was
completely barren. Concerned, Marita had
asked everyone if they knew where he had gone but no one knew.
She did find
him, however, using the help of a smoking
man who promised her all the money and power she could have
imagined. Now,
looking back on her life, she realized it had
all been a waste, and she was losing Alex Krycek anyway.
Marita had just put the pictures down when there was a knock
at her door.
Caught off guard, she walked to the door and
opened it as far as the chain lock would allow. In front of her
was a large
man who she thought was vaguely familiar but she
couldn't place a name to the face. "Can I help you?"
Before she knew what was happening the man pushed the door
open, breaking the
chain lock, and grabbed her by the
throat, pushing her against the wall. She tried to breathe as she
looked at
the man, terrified as she realized who he was.
"What do you want with me?"
"Your friend, Krycek, has made a fatal error. Your fatal
error." With that, he
threw her across the room and watched
contentedly as she writhed in a daze on the floor.
Another man walked into the room. He snarled at her with
contempt and pulled
out his gun. "Don't worry, Darling. I don't
have a very good aim." With that, he fired and Marita
blacked out.
***
(An hour later)
"...so, that's why my sister and I haven't really talked
in a year," Bob told
Krycek. He sighed sadly. "I miss her. She is a
really great woman."
Krycek nodded, and silently thought that Bob should feel lucky
that he has a
family at all. His mother was dead and his
father...wasn't really someone he liked going to, and, of course,
his sister
had been dead for a long time. He supposed that
his life was meant to turn out like this because of how awful his
childhood
had been.
"Are you going to try to call her during a phone
privilege time or something?"
Krycek asked. "I really think you should. You
told me to try to make amends, and I think you should, as
well."
Bob sighed. "In all honesty, I'm not sure how she will
react. I called my wife
today to see if I could talk to my son and she
hung up on me. They refuse to talk to me now! It's just that they
don't
understand. I stole those jewels and killed those
people for them. They didn't know that I had been laid off from
work and I
wanted a way to support them." He glanced at
Alex and shook his head. "It all happened so fast, you know?
One moment I was
a free man doing everything he could to
make his family happy, and the next I'm on death row and my wife
and kid won't
even talk to me. They didn't even come to
the trial!"
"You don't know that your boy, Cory, won't talk to
you," Krycek reasoned. "I
mean, you only spoke to your wife. Maybe
he wants to see you one more time. I don't know how reasonable
the guards are
in here, but you could ask one of them to
write him a note for you if you know their address." Krycek
had a feeling that
it wouldn't work, though. Most of the guards
did not seem to be the type to write notes to prisoners' homes.
At that moment the African American guard who had brought
Krycek out to the
visitor's area that day entered the cell and
looked at the two inmates. Bob glanced at his companion and
grinned. "I bet
the person is for you, Alex. You're just so
popular with the outside world."
"Please say I have a choice whether I want to see this
person or not," Krycek
said with a frown. "Whoever would come to
see me this late is not someone I want to visit with."
<Great, its probably
that Well-Manicured Bastard coming to laugh at
me. Either that, or Cancerman has come to blow some smoke at the
visitor
window as if we were in person. Popular my
ass.>
Instead of answering, the African American man shook his head
a few times and
the two watched in awe as he became
taller, paler, and more muscular. After his morph Krycek knew
exactly who he
was. "Well, it's nice to meet you at last. Our
friend, the smoking SOB, used to cry on my shoulder about
you." Well, not
exactly, but that thought made Krycek feel more
powerful.
"Quiet, Boy," the Bounty Hunter growled. "I
have merely come to give you some
information that comes from a friend of
yours, Eddie Chang."
Krycek laughed heartily at this. "You're working for
Eddie Chang!? What, is he
a hybrid or something?" Eddie, a hybrid.
That would be a riot.
The Bounty Hunter's breathing became stronger in anger.
"We are working
towards the same goals against those like you
who would try to stop the colonists from coming."
Putting on his most defiant face, Krycek said, "Now why
the hell would I want
to do that? I just can't wait for you and your
buddies to come down here and make me your slave. You could come
right now and
I'd cheer for joy."
"You mock the project." The Bounty Hunter snarled at
him. "This is not why I
have come, Alex Krycek. We became aware
of a certain operation being performed by the FBI to vindicate
you and get
your sentence lifted. You were warned to keep
this information secret, and we have done something to make sure
that you will
not talk." As Krycek grew pale the Bounty
Hunter allowed himself a small grin of glory. "Marita
Covarrubias."
Krycek gaped at him. "You didn't...she's not..."
<Damn it, this cannot be
happening. She can't be dead.>
The Bounty Hunter smirked at his distress. "She's alive,
but in more pain than
she's ever experienced. Unlike you or I, she
had never been shot before, but now she has been." Recalling
the pain that had
gone through him when he had been shot in
the US when running from some of Cancerman's hit men he winced.
"That is your warning, Alex Krycek. I will leave you for
now. If you tell
anyone more about this then more...important people
will die." Morphing back into the African American guard, he
left the cell and
walked down the hallway with an eerie serenity
as if nothing had happened.
As Krycek took in a shaky breath, Bob glanced at him with
worry. "I don't care
what that guy says, Alex. You need to
come forward."
He just didn't get it. Why couldn't anyone understand!?
"I can't come forward.
That man doesn't kid around. If I tell anyone
about this he will kill Marita, Mulder, Scully, and probably me
along with
anyone else who may know about this. I know
Eddie. He will do it, and this man will do it, too."
"That...guy...that wasn't a human and you seemed
unaffected by that!" Bob
exclaimed. "Who the hell was that and how do
you know him?"
Krycek rubbed the bridge of his nose before shaking his head.
"I can't. Its
complex. You have to understand that if I could
tell you I would, but I can't."
Bob frowned at him in frustration. "I don't want to do
this to you, Alex, but
I need to know. If you don't tell me I will tell the
guards what happened."
"You wouldn't." Krycek couldn't believe what he was
hearing. He thought Bob
was supposed to be on his side!
"Tell me, Alex."
Krycek put his good hand over his fake one and sighed.
"It all started when I
was 24 and I heard about a man named Fox
Mulder..."
***
The next morning the FBI trio were all driving to the prison
to tell Krycek
about what the governor had said. Mulder, who
was at the wheel, sighed. "Didn't I tell you that I was
right, Scully? I told
you that Krycek wouldn't want us telling anyone
about his innocence."
"He was truly afraid, Mulder, and what I don't understand
is what exactly he's
afraid of. Either way he dies. There's no way
out for him unless this works. If we tell he dies. If we don't he
dies. At
least this way he has a chance," Scully argued. It was
as if Krycek had been blocking himself the other day. He had been
trying to be
confident in his beliefs, but it was obvious
that he wasn't and that he was really scared.
From the backseat, Skinner shook his head. "I still think
you should have told
us earlier, Mulder. You should have told us
when you saw a suspicious man threatening Krycek in his cell.
That would have
been the thing to do. If you would have done
that we may have apprehended this Eddie Chang by now."
Pulling up into a parking space in front of the prison, Mulder
frowned. "You
have to see where I was coming from, though. I
didn't want Scully or I to suffer for Krycek's mistakes."
"I can see where you were coming from, Mulder,"
Scully told him as she undid
her seatbelt, "but I still think that you should
have told. There was no evidence that Eddie would have become
violent towards
us and there still isn't."
*************
Subject: NEW: Redemption 16/21 by Christina Ortega
The three stepped out of the car and walked into the prison
easily finding the
visitor's area. The male guard that had been
there when Scully had come smiled. "I know. Alex Krycek,
right?" Mulder,
Scully, and Skinner nodded.
Looking across the room, the guard motioned to the African
American man
standing there. Scully quickly noticed the horrible
looking bruise on his face but, not wanting to be rude, she
remained quiet.
"All three are here for Alex Krycek."
Shrugging, the African American man left the room and returned
a few minutes
later with Krycek whose hair was still wet
from his shower that morning. The younger man sighed and sat down
in his
normal chair. "Welcome one and all. You should
have told me that the three of you were coming. I could have
gotten some of my
pals together so that we could have had a
little 'going to the grave' party."
"The governor has to consider it," Skinner told him,
ignoring Krycek's
comments, "but it looks like your sentence will be
lifted and your case will be reevaluated."
Krycek shrugged and forced a smile. "That's just great.
I'm so happy. Can I go
now?" This same old conversation over and
over was driving him insane. Of course, it was their fault that
Marita had
almost been killed. <Why couldn't Mulder had kept
his mouth shut?>
As Skinner and Scully looked at each other, puzzled, Mulder
leaned towards the
window. "You seem upset with us. I would
expect you to be more appreciative, Krycek."
Unsure if he was being serious or was joking, Krycek decided
to be straight
with them. "You should just leave this alone and
let me fry," Krycek whispered harshly. "Events took an
expected turn last
night that would have never happened if I hadn't
broken down in front of you, Mulder, so yeah, I am a little
upset."
"Expected turn?" Scully questioned. "What expected turn?"
Krycek sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Marita was shot in
her hotel room last
night. She's alive, but I was visited last night and
told that it was a warning." Krycek glared at them.
"Now, do you see why I
want you three to leave it alone."
"We can't leave it alone," Skinner growled at him.
"Like it or not, we are
involved now." Growing calmer, he sighed. "Was it
Eddie?"
"Of course it was Eddie. Who else would it have
been?" Krycek shook his head.
"If Eddie feels threatened he is going to
strike again to make his point. He may just kill Marita off, or
he may kill
me. Maybe he'll kill one of you. I don't know what
he'll do. Unlike you, Mulder, I'm not good at getting inside
people's heads,
but I do know that he will strike. The question is
when and who he will go after next." Krycek glanced at
Mulder and gave him a
wily grin. "Did he explain the rules of the
game to you?"
Mulder groaned and stood up, walking towards the door leading
back out to the
parking lot. Scully watched him worriedly
before looking at Krycek. "We'll keep an eye out for Eddie.
Mulder knows what
he looks like."
Krycek shrugged. "I doubt he'll just pop up, but you can
try it that way if
you want to." Rubbing his eyes, he stood and
walked over to the African American guard. "I'm ready to
go."
After he had left Scully looked at Skinner. "He's right.
We need a location or
somewhere to look."
"Krycek's not giving us either of those," Skinner
muttered. "This is like
looking for a needle in a haystack."
***
(Five days later in the morning)
Bob and Krycek walked together through the noisy halls of the
prison with
weary expressions on their faces. Krycek sighed.
"Its off to the showers we go."
"This must be the worse part of my day," Bob
murmured. "I feel dirtier after I
get out then before I get in."
"Ah, yes, the smell of soap, blood, dirt, and
sperm," Krycek joked, "is a
lovely combination." <Yuck, yuck, yuck...>
Bob rubbed his eyes and shook his head a few times to clear
the cobwebs. "Just
as long as no guy tries to rub against me I'll
be fine." The two walked with the other inmates from their
hallway into a room
where a few large guards watched them with
harsh expressions on their faces.
One of them clenched his fists. "Strip."
<Why does this room remind me of a really dirty sex
club?> Krycek groaned and
pulled off his white shirt before pulling off
his shoes, pants, and underwear. Soon, all the guys in the room
were
completely nude and awaiting their fifteen minutes of
shower time.
Another guard opened the door to the steamy room and rasped
out the command,
"Enter." The men obliged him quickly and
turned on the water in order to try to get everything washed in
the amount of
time they were given.
Spreading the soap over his body, Bob leaned towards Krycek.
"I think the gay
guys should be put with the gay guys so that
us straight guys can be free to shower in peace."
Krycek nodded in agreement and looked around. "Is one of them on me?"
"Eleven o'clock," Bob told him slowly. Krycek turned
his head and noticed the
blond-haired man in the corner that was
looking down at the more personal parts of his body. Catching his
gaze, the
muscular man turned a bright shade of red and
gazed up at the ceiling.
Krycek sighed and continued spreading the soap over his body
before stepping
under the stream of water and letting it run
over him. He closed his eyes and put his hand through his hair to
try and wash
it out without the luxury of shampoo. Feeling
clean enough he leaned against the wall and waited for Bob to
finish.
Once he had, the two got their towels from the blue bin in the
corner of the
room and began drying themselves off. Glancing
with embarrassment at Bob, Krycek handed the older man his towel
and allowed
him to begin drying off his back and most
of the left side of his body because he couldn't reach it.
Suddenly, the blond-haired man who had been watching Krycek
walked in front of
them with his towel over his genitals and
looked at Bob. "May I?"
Bob groaned and eyed Krycek with a grin. The younger man
slowly relented and
motioned for him to take the towel. The
blond man did with a huge smile on his face and wasted no time
drying the
lower areas of his body. As Bob chuckled
Krycek shuddered with disgust. "Um, I can reach that part of
my body quite
well with my good hand."
Muttering his innocent apologies, the blond man returned to
the back and
patted it gently with the towel. "Don't let anyone
tease you because you're missing an arm. Being handicapped is
nothing to be
ashamed of."
<Yes, but being a complete homosexual is.> "I'll be
sure not to." <This man
doesn't even have enough male pride to hide
the fact that he is gay.>
Grinning, the man leaned closer to his ear and whispered,
"My name is Greg.
What about you?"
Krycek sighed with annoyance. "I'm Alex." <He's
still moving that towel around
and...I'm perfectly dry. This is not good.>
Seeing Krycek's completely upset expression, Bob caught the
hint. "Ok, Greg,
enough is enough."
Greg pouted and tried to pull the towel back. "Hey, Man,
what are you doing!?
I'm not done yet!"
"Oh yes, you are," Bob told him. "Now, be a good boy and let go of the towel."
Greg grunted and swung at Bob, hitting his cheek. Krycek
glanced at his cell
mate only to see that his face was entirely red
with rage. "No way, Gay Boy. That's going too far."
With that, he threw a
series of punches at Greg, sending him flying to
the floor in agony.
An African American who had been watching the whole thing,
walked over to Bob
with a massive frown on his face. "You
hit Greg and you die." With that, he attacked Bob and soon
the whole shower
room had broken out into a brawl.
John and Sean, who were watching the whole thing, looked
around and shrugged.
"Which side should we join, Brother?"
Sean questioned.
"I don't know, Sean. Do you want to fight for the gays or the straights?"
Sean sighed. "I have no clue, John. Would you rather
watch instead of joining
the fight?"
John nodded. "That seems like a better idea." The
two leaned against the wall
and glanced at the men fighting with interest.
Krycek gasped in pain as he felt a blow hit his jaw. Looking
around, he was
alarmed when someone poked his ribs and,
glancing up, he saw a large bald man with a surprised expression
on his face.
Supposing that he had been expecting to grab
his left arm, Krycek took advantage of the situation and swung
his good fist
around, hitting the unsuspecting man right in the
gut. As he fell over, Krycek grinned, ran over to the big to get
a towel, and
covered his privates before any other gay guy
could try to rub him as this Greg had.
The door to the shower room burst open and the guards entered,
storming in
between the inmates and breaking them apart.
Once this had happened they pushed the prisoners out of the room,
had them put
their clothes on, and led them back to their
cell.
On the way back, Krycek felt a hand on his shoulder and he
turned around to
see an Asian man standing there with a friendly
smile on his face. He chuckled. "Great moves, Man. You
really knocked the wind
out of that guy. I've never seen a
handicapped guy move faster."
Shrugging, Krycek looked him over again and easily recognized
him. "Hey, you
really kicked some major ass in there. I saw
you kick and punch at, like, every singly guy in there. Are you a
Jackie Chan
wanna be or something?"
"I wouldn't say that," the guy said, turning
slightly red. He extended his
hand. "I'm Ryan Jenkins."
Krycek narrowed his eyes before taking the hand. "Please
tell me that you're
straight."
Ryan chuckled. "I'm as straight as those lines that those
policemen have you
walk in to see if you're drunk." Seeing
Krycek's eyes widen, he grinned. "If you are sober, of
course."
"Well, in that case, I'm Alex Krycek."
As they passed by Ryan's cell, he walked in and waved
farewell. "I'll see you
this afternoon when we go out to do our grunt
work."
"All right." Krycek offered him a grin before
looking around for Bob. Noticing
that he was all the way at the front of the line
he ran to catch up with him.
When they were both back in their cell, Bob acknowledged him
with a nod before
saying, "Well, I hope that was enough
excitement for today. The drying by a gay pimp turned into an all
out brawl."
"Thanks for sticking up for me," Krycek told him.
Bob merely smiled at him
before closing his eyes and leaning against the
wall of the cell.
***
(The next day)
The man known only as Cancerman entered the prison where
Krycek was being held
early the next morning. It wasn't that
he wanted to see the younger man, but the Consortium had sent him
to inform
Krycek of their plans.
He strolled with pride down the halls leading to the visitor's
area before
turning to the brown-haired man that was standing
there. "I'm here to see Alex Krycek."
"You and everyone else," the man murmured. "The
inmates haven't been woken up
yet, Sir. Would you mind waiting for
about thirty more minutes?"
Cancerman nodded and glared at him. "Yes, I would mind
waiting. Get him up. I
don't care if he's disgruntled in my
presence. It won't be anything new." <If this man knew
exactly who he was
dealing with he wouldn't push his luck.>
Regarding him closely, the guard sighed and looked at the
African American
guard on the other side of the room. "Alex
Krycek." What was it with this Alex Krycek? Everyone wanted
to see him but no
one seemed happy about it.
The man nodded and left the room. The CSM pulled a cigarette
from his pocket
and took out his lighter, lighting it and taking
a refreshing puff. As a very upset Krycek was led into the room
Cancerman sat
down in front of the window and watched as
he did so, as well. "You look glad to see me."
"Couldn't you have at least let me sleep?" Krycek
moaned. "I'm tired and I
didn't have a very good day yesterday."
Realizing that he had just allowed Cancerman to humiliate him,
Krycek rubbed
his eyes.
As Krycek expected him to, Cancerman took the opportunity to
harass him. "Does
that bruise have something to do with
it?" The CSM questioned.
Krycek sighed. <Stupid old bastard.> "There was a
little mishap in the
showering room if you must know."
Cancerman laughed insultingly. "Started by you, no doubt."
"I doubt you came here to tease me about fighting with
some guys in the
showering room," Krycek growled. "What do you
want?" He knew the CSM wouldn't have just come to see him
for the hell of it.
The older man always had a good reason for
doing things.
"Your secret is out but it will only be believed if you
start telling the
truth," Cancerman said, his joking mood leaving as
quickly as it had come.
Krycek shook his head. "It won't work." Not this
again. Why couldn't everyone
just leave him alone about this?
The CSM took another long drag of his cigarette and blew the
smoke at the
window making Krycek turn away in anger.
"We have learned that one of the Bounty Hunters has joined
with a project in
Hong Kong to eliminate the vaccine tests so
that we will have no advantage when the colonists arrive."
"Well, what do you plan to do about it?" Krycek was
actually interested in
hearing the answer to this question. It seemed like
Cancerman always had a solution for everything, and resistance
was a subject
that Krycek was very absorbed in.
Cancerman looked him over before replying, "This Bounty
Hunter is a threat to
our secrecy. We will have to dispose of him,
and that is what I have come to promise you. His existence has
been as brief
as yours."
Krycek snarled, "I suppose I should thank you."
"I suppose you should, as well, but I know you
won't." Cancerman stood and
puffed his cigarette again. "Have fun these last
few weeks and try to stay out of trouble in the showering
rooms." As Krycek
glared at him, the CSM smirked before putting
out his cigarette on the floor and leaving the room.
***
Subject: NEW: Redemption 17/21 by Christina Ortega
(A week later)
Morning came slowly on that day that would mark the beginning
of the end for
Alex Krycek. He looked up groggily to see
that Bob was pacing through the cell, his face set in an
expression of
determination. <I wonder what he's up to.>
Sitting up, Krycek watched him for a few moments before
observing, "You seem a
little tense."
"Today is the day, Alex," Bob told him quietly. "Today is the day."
"The day for what?" Krycek questioned, but even as
he was asking the horrible
truth dawned on him. "Today!? It can't have
been four weeks already."
Bob shrugged. "I don't know. Actually, I lost count a
long time ago but one of
the guards told me yesterday. I watched you
go to sleep and then I stayed up. It was the last night I would
be here and I
didn't want to waste it by getting shut eye. I'll
have plenty of that soon. Tomorrow, actually. Today they just
take us to the
place where they are going to do the injection."
Krycek looked at him with wide eyes. This could not be
happening. It could not
be happening. Bob could not be just a little
while away from being injected. This was just a dream. This was
not real. "You
should have told me yesterday. I would have
stayed up with you. We could have talked or something."
"You were tired, and I was perfectly content spending the
time thinking," Bob
told him. "It's all going to be over. I don't
know, I guess it's just a little hard to believe."
"You're damn right it's hard to believe," Krycek
muttered. "Bob, you can't go.
It's not supposed to...you can't..." He trailed
off and just continued staring at the man who had been like a
father to him
for four weeks. Krycek had only been with him
for a month and yet he felt like they were best friends. This
couldn't happen.
Bob sighed and sat down next to him. "I know what you
mean. You know the other
person is going to die but you don't
really expect it to happen. I deserve it, Alex. You don't. There
is still hope
for you if you take the chance." He rubbed his
eyes and put his hand on Krycek's knee. "I'll be gone
tomorrow at noon. Well,
so I'll miss lunch. At least I won't have to
eat the crap they give us in here anymore."
At that moment, the door was opened and a guard who was
leading two other men
down the hallway in handcuffs motioned
to Bob to come with him. Bob turned to Krycek and the two hugged
each other
sorrowfully and stood.
"I doubt it will help, but pray for me, Alex," Bob
told him. "Well, you should
know that you are a great son. Your father was
an idiot for not realizing it."
Krycek looked at him with disbelief before chuckling lightly.
"I will pray,
though I doubt God will listen to me."
Bob smiled and walked out of the cell. He turned back towards
Krycek one more
time and said, "You have the chance to
get out of this, Alex. I suggest that you take it before it's too
late." With
that, the guard led him and the other two men down
the hallway and out of Krycek's sight.
He stared after them, still in shock, and glanced around the
empty cell. It
seemed so empty now. So quiet. So lonely.
Krycek's lip quivered and he sat down helplessly on his cot.
Glancing at the
other cot where Bob had slept, he bent down
and cried for the man who in four weeks had changed his life.
Krycek stayed in that position for what seemed like hours.
Another guard came
to see if he felt like going out with the rest of
the inmates but he merely turned away from the man and did his
best to go to
sleep. It didn't work, and the quiet invaded the
building like a thousand ghosts haunting him. Bob's ghost? Not
yet, but soon.
Night came dreadfully slowly for him, but even when it came he
couldn't sleep.
As the other prisoners snored he stared from
his prosthetic to Bob's cot to the clock near the phones, and
back to Bob's
cot.
Morning came even slower than night, and Krycek was barely
conscious of events
going on around him as he was led to the
showering room. At one point he forgot that Bob was no longer
there and he
became frantic looking around for him after he
had finished washing himself. He was so out of it that he barely
remembered
letting Ryan dry him off in Bob's place. Krycek
thought he heard Ryan trying to say something to him on the way
back to their
cells but his mind was too boggled to let him
respond to or even hear him.
Finally, the time came. Krycek glanced up at the clock reading
11:59am. He
looked away from it for a moment as he saw a
bunch of little girls enter the hallway, but as he heard the
click of the
clock his head snapped back up just to see the minute
hand fall onto 12:00pm. Dead. Bob Wolf was dead.
Lowering his eyes slowly, Krycek glanced at the ground and
then up at John who
was muttering, "An awful shame. Bob was
a good guy. He didn't deserve it. It's his wife who deserved
it."
"His wife? No, I don't think anyone deserved it,"
Sean said. "He was just
doing it to help his family and his wife took it the
wrong way. If anyone deserved the injection it was Bob's contact
at the
employment office. That person should be killed."
John shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe that person should
just be shipped off to
that Asian country where they can be beaten
with a bat. You know, that kid who was beaten because he put some
graffiti on
a wall?"
Sean nodded. "Yeah, I remember that. I bet he never did that again, eh?"
"Either that or he moved to New York where no one cares about it."
"Now that would be the life. Look at the people in New
York. They find
graffiti to be an art," Sean told him. "How many
people here consider graffiti to be an art?"
John frowned. "Not many, I suppose."
Krycek snapped out of his thoughts as two people stepped in
front of his cell.
They both looked quiet young. One of them
had blond wavy hair that flowed over her shoulders. She was
wearing a ski
sweater and blue flares. The other one had
brown hair that was shaped around her chin. The one with the
blond hair smiled
cheerfully at him. "Hi. My name is Julia and
this is Marie. We're both fifteen and we're with the RBC prison
program."
Rubbing his eyes, Krycek smiled faintly at them before
inquiring, "RBC is a
church, isn't it?"
Marie, who seemed timid, nodded. "Yes, it is."
Krycek chuckled weakly and sighed. "Church isn't a strong
thing in my life."
<It never has been, and since I'm only going to
be alive for a few more weeks it probably never will be.>
"Sometimes trusting in God is what you need," Julia
told him. While she seemed
to become even happier Marie had begun to
back away from him, her eyes wide. The terrified look she was
giving him made
Krycek want to burst out with laughter, and
he had to force himself to hold it in.
Looking him over, Julia frowned. "You seem upset. Is something wrong?"
Rubbing his eyes, Krycek glanced at her silently for a moment
before saying,
"Well, my cell mate was just injected a few
minutes ago, if you must know." He didn't know why he was
opening up to her,
but he supposed that it was because without
Bob he needed someone to talk to. <Even if it is some little
girl from some
church program.>
Julia gasped. "Oh, I'm so sorry." By this time,
Marie seemed to be hiding
behind her, her body shaking. "When are you
going to be...if I may ask."
Krycek shrugged. "I really don't know. Two weeks, I
think." Two weeks. That
was going to go by really fast. He couldn't
believe that in two weeks he was going to be fried on the
hotseat.
Julia nodded and looked back at an adult woman who was
motioning for her to
come. While Marie instantly ran down the
hall, Julian put her hands on the bar. "Do you have a
name?"
Thinking, Krycek remembered the time when he had introduced
himself to Mulder.
Giving her a handsome grin, he nodded.
"I do. It's Krycek. Alex Krycek." What Krycek didn't
know, however, was that
this meeting would not be the last between
himself and Julia.
***
The sun was beating down on the prisoners' heads as they
walked aimlessly
around the fenced in yard of the jail. Krycek
turned around as a hand fell on his shoulder, but he quickly
became calm as he
realized it was Ryan.
The younger man grinned faintly at him before lowering his
eyes. "Look, I
didn't know your cell mate well, so I can't say that
I know how you feel, but I am sorry."
"It was his time," Krycek told him. "At least
he doesn't have to be stuck with
me anymore." He smiled and leaned against
the wall of the prison with Ryan following suit. <Well, this
guy will never be
as good a friend as Bob was, but he does seem
friendly enough, and being alone with only John and Sean, the two
'brothers',
would not be good.>
Ryan shrugged. "Bob really liked you. I heard him tell
John that you really
were like a son to him. There were a lot of people,
including me, who were jealous of the bond you two shared that
four weeks."
<People were jealous? Of us!?> "I didn't know that.
Maybe it was because he
was such a comfort to me."
Looking away from him, Ryan squinted at the fence and tapped
Krycek's arm.
"Hey, is that girl waving to you?"
Confused, Krycek looked towards the fence and sighed as he saw
who it was.
"I'll be back in a little bit." As Ryan stared
after him, Krycek ran over to the fence and up to Julia, who had
been waving
towards him. He shook his head. "What are
you doing here?"
"I thought you might want to talk for a little bit. You
know, yesterday it
seemed like you needed someone to talk to," Julia
explained, beaming at him.
Trying to get rid of any irritation he felt towards her,
Krycek bent down and
shrugged. "Well, what do you want to talk about
then."
Julia frowned. "I'm just here to help you to let out
anything that you may
need to because I don't care what you may have
done."
<Or what I didn't do, in my case.> "I'm dying in
two weeks. What more do you
want to know?" Krycek inquired. "Do you
want to know how it feels to have to talk to you through a barbed
wire fence?
Do you want to know what its like to have a
great man be in your life for only four weeks and then disappear?
Do you want
to know what its like knowing that in three
weeks I won't be alive? What do you want to know?" As he
realized his tone of
voice had gotten stronger, he sighed and
did his best to calm down.
"You can tell me anything you want," Julia told him,
as if she were ignoring
his irked tone of voice. "I want to know
everything."
Krycek smiled weakly at her. "A little nosy, aren't
we?" Rubbing the bridge of
his nose, he said, "I don't really care that I'm
going to die. It'll get rid of all the emotional stress and pain
that I have
to go through here. The lack of freedom in this place is
very offensive. Yes, I know they consider all of us security
threats, but I
guess knowing that you've lost everyone's trust is
kinda frightening. I guess you wouldn't know, but when people
stare at you
like you're a monster...like your friend, Marie,
did yesterday."
"I apologize for Marie. She's very shy, and she doesn't
like talking to
inmates. They make her very nervous," Julia told him.
"It's all right, I guess. I mean, it wasn't like I was
expecting anything
different. Most people look at me like that now. I'm just
some hideous beast now. You may not believe it, but I used to be
a normal
person. In high school I had a big group of
friends and a very lovely girlfriend who I'm still with
now." <Yes, I suppose
I am still with her. Marita was right. We aren't
over yet.> "I haven't seen her in awhile though. There
was an accident that
put her in the hospital."
Julia frowned. "I'm sorry that happened, and I do believe
that you were a
normal person. Hey, you're still a normal person
now, right? Just because your here doesn't make you any less
human."
Krycek nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. Maybe it's just that in
my own eyes I don't
seem as human. After all the things that I've
done...it's like I don't have a soul."
"What did you do, if I may ask?" Julia inquired.
The two stayed like that for about an hour. Julia had a
longing for
understanding what went on in the world. She liked being
able to comfort those in need of the help and listen to
descriptions of
emotions that she had never experienced. Her
willingness to listen made her easy to get along with Krycek, who
had been
waiting for someone to replace Bob; someone
who would just listen to what he had to say and not try to
counter his words
or butt in and say that they related.
Without knowing what he was doing, Krycek asked her to come
again the next
day, only to discover that she was going to
come again anyway. As he was walking with Ryan back to his cell,
Krycek
wondered if his own sister would have been like
Julia had she lived long enough to reach the age of fifteen.
Silently, he
thought that she would have been.
***
Subject: NEW: Redemption 18/21 by Christina Ortega
(That night)
The Bounty Hunter walked through the parking lot of the prison
and glanced
around. Though a passerby may have thought
he was waiting for a bus he was really looking around for the
person who had
sent him the note that he was holding in his
hand. The paper had said to meet an unknown person in the parking
lot of the
jail where Alex Krycek was being held and,
never able to turn down an invitation, the Bounty Hunter had
come.
Even though his face didn't show it, the Bounty Hunter was
beginning to get a
little nervous. By now whoever had told him to
come here should have appeared by now. Unless it was a trap. What
was this
person trying to pull?
That was when he heard it: the raspy voice that had annoyed
him for so long.
Spinning around, he found that Cancerman was
walking up to him, a cigarette in his hand. He put it out on the
ground before
saying, "Thank you for coming. I fear that there
has been some kind of misunderstanding between us."
"Misunderstanding?" The Bounty Hunter refused to
fall for his tricks. Humans
were tricky, but they were also weak, and
breaking their necks or any such killing method was a piece of
cake for the
bounty hunters.
"Yes," The CSM told him. "You see, I had become
somewhat suspicious of Agent
Mulder, Agent Scully, and Assistant
Director Skinner lately. In addition, Alex Krycek's sentencing
was very odd.
There was evidence and statements that should
have given the jury reasonable doubt of his guilt, and yet they
still decided
to sentence him to the chair.
"At first, the troublemaker seemed to be the lawyer, Mr.
Halloway. He was
obviously not doing a satisfactory job defending
Krycek, and so I decided to dig a little deeper with an associate
of mine.
That was when we came across Alex Krycek's
personal file. I had scanned it briefly before assigning him to
work with Fox
Mulder a long while ago, but what I had never
noticed was that his sister was killed when she was nine which is
exactly how
old Cassandra Duncan was when she was
injured."
The Bounty Hunter sighed. "Is there a point to this
mindless information you
are giving me?"
Cancerman glared at him. "This is not mindless
information. Since Krycek had a
faulty lawyer my associate and I decided
that this coincidence may not have been a coincidence so we dug a
little
deeper. What I mean is that we did the only thing we
could think to do; see what the FBI had come up with since Mulder
had talked
to Krycek more than any one of us.
"Mulder came through for us by providing us a name: Eddie
Chang. This man is
part of a Hong Kong group who had been
using the secrets Krycek had been selling to find out where the
vaccine
against your black oil were being run and to shut
them down. Krycek didn't know this at the time, and I don't
really know if he
knows this now, but then we discovered that
you and Eddie had paid Marita a little visit."
"How did you know that?" the Bounty Hunter questioned, stunned.
Cancerman sighed and took out another cigarette. "Marita
double crossed us not
to long ago, and, though she seems to be
back on our side, we didn't want to take any chances. Surely you
knew that we
would bug her hotel room so that we could
keep an eye on her. Our outcome: that you know about the vaccine
that we have
in our possession. This is not good, and it
seems as if you haven't told your fellow bounty hunters yet. If
you would have
they would have alerted the colonists and we
would all be dead right now. Unfortunately for you, this
information must end
right now."
Chuckling, the Bounty Hunter neared him tauntingly. "How
do you plan to stop
me? All you have is a gun, and I could kill
you before you'd even get a chance to get it out."
"Oh, I'm not going to kill you," Cancerman told him.
Not expecting to get this
answer, the Bounty Hunter's eyes widened in
fear as he turned around...
...but it was too late. The Well-Manicured Man had come up
behind him,
sticking a stiletto like the one the Bounty Hunter
carried himself into the back of his neck. Hissing in pain, the
Bounty Hunter
tried to reach for the stiletto in his neck, but,
unable to reach it, he fell lifelessly to the ground.
Glancing around to make sure no one had seen what had
happened, the Well-
Manicured Man pulled out his cellular phone
and dialed a number, putting it up to his ear. "Send the
boys now."
Within five minutes a black truck pulled into the prison
parking lot and a
group of men wearing all black uniforms climbed out
of it with a stretcher. Picking up the body of the Bounty Hunter,
they put him
on the stretcher and pushed it into the truck.
One of the men walked up to the Well-Manicured Man. "What
would you like us to
do with him, Sir? Should we keep him
for testing?" He asked.
The Well-Manicured Man shook his head. "No, it's too
risky. Burn the body and
make sure that you are wearing protective
gear when you do."
As the men left, Cancerman looked at his associate. "They
will find out about
this and our association sooner or later. What
should we do?"
"We keep this quiet. Do not tell any of our other
associates because they will
definitely go to Strughold with this and we will
be killed," Well-Manicured Man explained. "No, this
stays with us. If it is
discovered that we are both planning to lead the
resistance then the plan with fail."
"What about Krycek?" Cancerman questioned. "Does he know?"
The Well-Manicured Man sighed. "He may know, but he will
be dead in a matter
of weeks. Poor boy. Imagine what a
strong addition he would have been to the resistance."
Cancerman looked at him somewhat sorrowfully for a moment
before asking, "When
are you planning to follow Krycek?"
"When Mulder understands and appreciates the resistance
then I will leave this
world. You and he will go on to lead it.
Krycek has opened the door for him by explaining to him briefly
about the
resistance. What we have to do now is inform him
that if his little green men come to Earth then we will all be
destroyed."
***
(A week later, night)
Mulder sat alone in the basement office with his head in his
hands. Glancing
at the watch on his wrist, he saw that it was nine
o'clock, and he silently wondered what he was still doing at
work. Scully had
left about two hours earlier to return home, and
Mulder was sure that even Skinner must be packing up to return
home now.
He ran a hand through his tousled brown hair as he realized
that he had been
sitting there thinking for an hour. This Krycek
thing was really getting to him. Mulder wanted to get Eddie into
custody and
he wanted to get him in now. It seemed like
Eddie was the key to the truth now. He recalled thinking about
two years ago
that Krycek had been the key to the truth. If
you get to Krycek everything will come together. Now that he had
Krycek he
wanted to get someone else. Why did that not
make sense?
Realizing that there really was no point for him to waste any
more time just
sitting and thinking, Mulder stood, grabbed his
trenchcoat and briefcase, and exited his office locking the door
behind him.
He got onto the elevator and returned to the main
level before going to the parking lot and looking around for his
car.
All of a sudden, he felt something jam into his back and a
harsh British voice
whisper, "Listen to me, Mr. Mulder. Turn
around slowly."
Mulder did as told and realized that before him was none other
than the Well-
Manicured Man that had lied to him so many
times in the past. "Hey, thanks for coming to see me because
I was getting
kinda jealous that Krycek was getting all of the
Syndicate's attention."
"I'm not going to play games with you, Mr. Mulder,"
Well-Manicured Man told
him. "We have located Eddie Chang and we
want you to take him into custody."
"Where is he?" Mulder inquired, completely alert.
<Finally this will all fall
into place!>
"My associate is going to pay your superior a visit
tomorrow. During that
meeting he will be told the location of Eddie
Chang," Well-Manicured Man explained.
Mulder nodded in understanding. Just then, a thought crossed
his mind. "Wait a
minute. Why do you want us to catch him?
Can't you have your people kill him?"
"We don't have the resources at the time to take him into
custody," Well-
Manicured Man said, "and we don't want to kill
him because if we do then Krycek will still be killed, but if you
and Scully
get him into FBI custody then you two will have the
evidence needed to get Krycek's case reevaluated."
Clicking the safety off on his gun, the Well-Manicured Man
motioned for him to
leave. "Go now, but be prepared to confront
him soon." Mulder eyed him suspiciously for a few moments
before deciding that
the Well-Manicured Man wouldn't have
seemed so desperate if this had been a trick. Turning around, he
spotted his
car and got in, driving away from the building.
As the Well-Manicured Man had promised the next day as soon as
Skinner entered
his office he found Cancerman already
there sitting on a chair in the back of the room. Standing, he
took a puff of
his cigarette and offered the younger man a steely
smile. "I quite like your furniture, Mr. Skinner. It is very
comfortable,
especially since I have been waiting here for awhile."
"What are you doing here?" Skinner snarled. He was
still tired after not
getting a good night's sleep, and he hoped that
whatever this miserable SOB had to tell him that he would do it
quickly.
Cancerman put out his cigarette in the ashtray on one of
Skinner's wooden
tables before saying, "One of my associates had
a little chat with Agent Mulder yesterday. I have come to do what
he said I
would, which is tell you the location of Eddie
Chang."
His anger fleeing, Skinner neared him, startled, "You've located Eddie Chang?"
"Our men spotted him checking in to the Hyatt in Reston,
Virginia," The CSM
told him. "If you ever want to get Krycek
cleared then your people will have to get this man into
custody."
Skinner eyed him suspiciously. "Why do your people want
Krycek to be freed if
he's working for the Russians? Wouldn't
you want him to be killed?"
Cancerman couldn't help but smirk at this. "He's not
working for Russia and
he's not working for us. Alex Krycek is a loner,
and he's positively harmless now. Believe me, Mr. Skinner, Alex
is more
valuable to us alive." With that, he took out another
cigarette, lit up, and took a satisfying drag off of it before
exiting
Skinner's office, leaving him to ponder his words.
That afternoon, as Mulder knew he would, Skinner relayed the
information
Cancerman had given him to them and other
agents who would be assigned to the case. "Should we just
storm in or wait for
him to show?" One of the agents questioned.
"We wait," Skinner told him. "At the moment it
is possible that Chang has some
friends who would stand up for him if
attacked. We will do around the clock surveillance. If you see
him and there
seems to be no other signs of danger go get
him."
"Sir, Agent Mulder and I will take the first shift tonight," Scully offered.
Skinner nodded. "Very well, but if he doesn't come by the
time your shift is
ended then you are to leave as scheduled." He
glanced at Mulder to emphasize his point. "Do you
understand?"
"Yes, Sir," Mulder said, knowing that the question
had been directly pointed
at him.
As planned, that night they were in front of the Hyatt in
Reston. Much to
their dismay, their shift ended after a few hours and
there had been no sign of him. As they were walking back to their
car, Mulder
sighed. "Do you think he may have checked
out? Killers don't tend to stay in the same spot."
Scully shrugged. "I don't know, Mulder. There's just
something that's telling
me that he's here. Maybe we'll get him
tomorrow night." <I hope we do, anyway.>
"Maybe." <Maybe not, though. Krycek's going to fry.>
***
Subject: NEW: Redemption 19/21 by Christina Ortega
The next shift came slowly for the two agents, but finally
they were back in
front of the Hyatt the next night. The sun had just
set forming eerie shadows on the marble building. Sitting in
their blue car,
Mulder popped a sunflower seed in his mouth
before turning to Scully. "Do you want to pop a seed?"
Scully smirked at him before, much to his surprise, reaching
inside his bag
and taking a handful of them. "Thanks for the offer,
Mulder. For once I'll take you up on it." Cracking the shell
in her teeth, she
chewed the seed and threw the shell out the
window before cracking another one.
"Scully, your tastes just keep changing and
changing." Mulder chuckled in
amusement before looking down at the car radio.
"Feel like listening to something?"
Scully smiled. "Sure, why not?" She felt like being
loose tonight. Even if
Eddie didn't show up they could still have a good
time, right?
Mulder flipped it on and grinned flippantly as he heard Brandy
and Monica's
new song, The Boy is Mine, finishing. "Hey,
Scully, have you ever fought over a guy like this?"
"Why, do you want me to fight with some girl over you, Mulder?"
At her suggestive tone of voice, Mulder coughed and looked at
the building
again. He tilted his head and pointed. "Hey, isn't
that him?"
Scully glanced at the picture Skinner had given her after
Cancerman had left
it for him before looking at the man in all black
entering the Hyatt. "That's definitely him. Lets go."
The two quickly got out
of the car and ran after him. Reaching the lobby,
they looked around and were caught off guard as shots began
firing in their
direction.
Diving to the floor, they scrambled behind anything they could
find before
motioning for everyone else in the room to do so,
as well. Mulder pulled out his gun and froze as a bulled whizzed
past his
head. "Too close," he muttered.
He looked towards the source of the firing and noticed Eddie
shooting at them
from behind the information desk wearing an
all black ensemble complete with a black leather jacket. As
Scully crawled
over to him, gun drawn, Mulder scoffed. "Let's
get this guy. I don't think Krycek will appreciate him stealing
his look." <I
can see it now: the many clothing styles of double
dealing secret agents in Hong Kong.>
The two agents looked at each other and returned fire, seeing
Eddie duck out
of the way. Mulder got up and ran over to the
desk to apprehend him, only to be knocked back by a powerful kick
that sent
his gun flying to the other side of the room. He
looked at it before glancing up in terror at Eddie who was
pointing a gun at
him. Just then, he heard the Asian man gasp as
Scully came up behind him with her gun on his head.
Eddie slowly clicked the safety on his gun an allowed Scully
to take it from
him before being cuffed. Mulder watched her
admirably before getting up and retrieving his gun. Looking
around, he noticed
that two people were lying on the ground
unmoving. One was a slightly obese blond-haired woman and the
other was a
short man with barely any brown hair and a
brown mustache. Mulder felt for a pulse on the man and shook his
head. "This
one is gone."
Checking the other one, he grinned faintly. "I've got a
pulse." Pulling out
his cell phone, he called 911 and the two waited
with Eddie until the medics arrived. After all those weeks there
would be no
more guessing. Just answers.
***
Krycek was led out into the visitor's area the next afternoon
by the same
African American guard who always brought him
out. Sitting in the chair on the other side of the window, to his
delight, was
Julia, who he had been talking to everyday since
she had first come with her RBC group.
Sitting down across from her, Krycek smiled. "So, any news that I would like?"
"The Yankees kicked your team's butt," Julia told him while shaking her head.
Frowning, Krycek sighed. "They're only losing to make my last days miserable."
Julia shrugged. "I root for the winning team, so right
now I'm happy that the
Yankees are winning."
"Hey, stop making me feel worse," Krycek whined. He
really liked Julia. She
was smart and a whole lot of fun. Honestly, he
didn't think he was good with teenagers, but if Julia saw
something in
him...then maybe he was ok with thems. <At least I
didn't become a high school teacher. Then again, how many high
school teachers
do you see on death row?>
"You know, after all the time we've spent together, it's
hard for me to think
of you as a killer," Julia admitted.
Krycek chuckled at this. "Yes, well, unfortunately its
true." <Well, except
for some of the charges, but its too late to change
those now.>
"Well, I have been praying for you," Julia remarked, "if that comforts you."
<Not really, because I don't know if there is a God.>
"I don't think it will
do any good, Julia, although I appreciate the
effort," Krycek said with a laugh.
Julia sighed. "You have to have faith, Alex, or God won't listen to you."
"That's kind of a hard thing for me," Krycek
admitted. "I have a tough time
trusting people because if I do they usually end
up double crossing me."
Julia grinned at him and said, "You can trust God...and you can trust me."
Krycek thought about this for a moment. Yes, he had been able
to trust Bob and
he felt like he could trust Ryan and Julia,
but to trust some being that he couldn't see? That was too much
for him. Then
again, aliens were a little too much for people
to swallow, but they were real. The colonists were as real as he
was or anyone
else was, and yet people doubted that they
existed.
Julia glanced down at the watch around her wrist and groaned.
"I don't want to
go, but I have to do some things today for
my grandma. She's in the hospital with some kind of liver
problem. My mother
is making me go with her up to retrieve some
of my grandma's things over the next couple of days...so..."
"You won't be there," Krycek finished. As she nodded
he sighed. "I understand.
In all honesty, I don't know if I'd want you
to go. My idea of a good time is not watching someone fry in the
electric
chair, so I don't know why it would be yours
either."
Julia smiled weakly at him before shaking her head. "This
is hard. I feel like
you're, I don't know, a brother or something.
What I want you to know is that I've loved every minute of it,
Alex. You're a
great guy."
Krycek looked into her soft blue eyes and grinned. "Hey,
don't worry about me,
all right? I'll finally be free from all this."
"I know, but its still hard," Julia told him.
"Alex, I wish I could just hug
you goodbye, or at least touch your arm, but I can't,
so know that I would if I were allowed to."
"Hey, I would, too," Krycek told her honestly. As
she stood from the chair he
continued to watch her. With one last sad
wave she left the room.
***
(The next day)
Just as the clock's hour hand reached the two Krycek looked up
from his cot to
see the African American guard who he had
come to know _really_ well for the time he was there opened his
cell door and
motioned for him to stand. "Krycek, I'm
going to need you to take off your prosthetic and come with
us."
Looking past him, Krycek noticed that there were two other
prisoners with him,
their hands cuffed together. So, this was it.
This was the last day he would be in this prison.
Removing his fake arm, Krycek walked out of the cell one more
time and glanced
back at it, remembering when he first
entered it and he met Bob. From behind him he heard John's voice
say, "They
lead the prisoners like lambs to the slaughter."
Sean looked at Krycek and sighed. "May you fare well in the next life, Alex."
"Thanks," Krycek replied awkwardly before walking
with the other men down the
bleak hallway. To his surprise, they
stopped in front of Ryan's cell and the African American guard
opened the
door, motioning for him to come.
Ryan did as told and watched as his hands were cuffed
together. It was at that
moment that he noticed Krycek, and he
smiled. "Well, what do you know? This is an interesting
predicament. I didn't
expect you to go for a few more weeks."
"I didn't expect you to go for a few more months,"
Krycek told him honestly.
"Well, if I have to live my last day with
someone I'm glad its you, Man."
"Thanks, Alex, that really means a lot to me," Ryan
admitted. The guard told
them to follow him which they did. Walking
through the drab hallways for what would be their last time, the
prisoners
were led out of the prison and into the plain blue
van that was waiting to drive them over to the building where
their fates
would be met.
As they sat in the van, Ryan looked at Krycek. "What do
you think its like to
die? Do you think we'll still live after death or
will we just go to sleep and never wake up. We'll lose all track
of ourselves
and not be ourselves. You know what I mean?
We will have no more consciousness. That's a scary thought for
me."
"I think there has to be an afterlife," Krycek told
him. "If there were no
afterlife then we wouldn't have those near death
accounts where people remember seeing a bright light at the end
of a tunnel.
Honestly, I just don't know if I'm going that
way or another way."
Ryan shook his head and closed his eyes in thought. "May
God pity our souls,
then."
***
(The next morning)
Mulder and Scully entered the office the next morning, still
waiting to see if
the governor would allow for Krycek's case to be
reevaluated. Scully rubbed her temple before looking at Mulder.
"Do you think
he'll live, Mulder?"
"I don't know," Mulder told her honestly.
"Eddie has given us what we need. He
has a chance if the governor allows for an
appeal." <I hope she does. He may be guilty of some
things, but I want him
retried.>
At that moment Skinner rushed into their office, his breathing
rapid from
running down the stairs to their office instead of
taking the elevator. Scully quickly grabbed his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Sir?"
"The governor has heard my request," Skinner told
them. "Someone has been sent
to stop the electrocution." Lowering his
eyes, he frowned. "There may be some complications,
however."
"Complications?" Mulder questioned, "What
complications?" <This does not sound
good at all.>
<Let's see how they like this one.> "If the person
doesn't make it in time
then Krycek won't be breathing as well as he is
right now." Their eyes wide, Scully and Mulder looked at
each other with
concern. What if he didn't get there in time?
At that very moment Krycek was being led down a long hallway
by two guards.
His feet were chained together as his right
hand hung free by his side. Ryan was going to be electrocuted at
around two,
so they had exchanged their bittersweet
good-byes because the guards had denied Ryan's wish to attend.
Krycek had to
admit that he had been a good friend.
Reaching the room where the electrocution is to be done,
Krycek's eyes widened
in terror as he saw the large chair with
wires attached to all sides of it. Completely shocked, Krycek was
unprepared
for the person who flew into his arms.
Looking down at the pale blond hair of the woman he was holding,
he realized
quickly that it was Marita and she was
sobbing on his shoulder.
The guards attempted to pull her off, but it still took a few
moments for them
to succeed. It was at that time that Krycek
noticed the bruises around her neck. Seeing them, he had to do
his best not to
start tearing himself. As she was being led
towards the viewing area, Marita pushed past them and reached her
hands out to
him. "I love you, Alex! Please, you have to
know that! After all this time I still do, and I always
will!"
His mind was in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as he
recalled what he
had been through with this woman. She had
betrayed him, and he had betrayed her, but they had still
remained. Krycek
touched her hands softly with his good one and
let out a deep breath that he felt like he had been holding in
since he first
met her. "I...I love you, too."
It had seemed so hard to say before, and now it was so clear.
So simple. <I
love her. I always did. Of course I realize that
NOW when I'm about to be cooked like a Thanksgiving turkey.>
******************
Subject: NEW: Redemption 20/21 by Christina Ortega
Two more guards pushed Krycek into the electric chair and
began strapping him
in. They put a headpiece on him, and took
the cuffs off his feet, replacing them with straps from the
chair. He
shivered, realizing just how scared he really was. This was
really it. He was going to die.
Just then, a pounding caught his ear and he looked towards the
viewing window
only to see that Julia had come. Tears were
streaming down her cheeks as she put her forehead on the window
in agony. A
wave of grief ran over him as he saw her cry.
<You made her cry, Alex. The woman you love is crying, too.
Why did you have
to hurt them? You could have had a
normal life.>
After he was all strapped in a minister walked into the room
carrying a bible.
He opened the large book and read a passage
from Psalms before inquiring, "Do you have any last
words?"
Krycek thought for a moment before muttering, "I'm sorry
that I let everyone
down. Those are my last words and that's
what I want put on my gravestone." This was too much for him
and slow tears
began to fall from his eyes.
The minister watched him with pity before stepping out of the
room. One of the
guards walked over to the switch and looked
at the other guard standing there. "Now?"
"Poor guy. Go ahead," the other guard said.
Krycek watched them with terror. <This is it. God, save me.
Please, if you
care at all about the scum of the Earth, save me. I
believe you're there. Please, save my soul, God.>
He closed his eyes and took in a shaky breath seeing his life
flash before his
eyes.
*He was watching his sister being raped. As he cried his
father thrust harder,
and he screamed as he saw his sister give one
last wail before collapsing...
...a thirteen year old Alex being beaten by his father. His
lip is bleeding
and his father is laughing at his battered form...
...the beach. It is 11th grade and a young Alex had just found
the courage to
ask his crush, Marita Covarrubias, out. She had
been so happy, and he saw them making out on the beach. That was
such a
peaceful time...
...Jennifer's wedding. Marita teased him about 'cleaning up
his looks just for
one day' because of his tux. At that time he had
dreamed about the day when he would find the courage to propose
to her...
...it is Alex's first day at Quantico. A few guys gave him a
hard time about
being a rookie, but others, especially the women,
accepted him with open arms...
...Alex remembered the day when he was told he would be
working with his idol,
Fox Mulder. THE Fox Mulder, as in
Spooky Mulder. He knew a few of his friends admired him, and for
good reason,
he thought. Yes, he may have unorthodox
methods, but he did solve the cases and that was what counted...
...punched again and again by Mulder. He thought Alex had
killed his father.
<I didn't kill him. Don't shoot me, please.>...
...the black oil had just come out of his face. Where was he?
Why was he in a
silo. The door was locked! No! There was no
way out! He was trapped here! What had happened? The last thing
he remembered
was being in Hong Kong after getting
some last minute plane tickets to Washington DC so he could
finish the deal
with Eddie Chang from there...
...Alex watched the black cancer seep into Mulder's face. It
wasn't a pretty
sight, but Alex knew it had to be done. He
knew that the vaccine the Russians had created worked, and that
this was the
only way that he would get it into Mulder's
system...
...Marita was gone! Alex couldn't believe that she left him
while he was
sleeping after their unbelievable sex. He thought she
had changed, but now he knew the truth. He would never trust her
again.
Never...
...he was in his trial. Guilty. They found me guilty. No
surprise there. Alex
knew they wouldn't believe him, especially since
Don Halloway was a fake...
...Bob, the man who had adopted him as his son, was dead. Alex
couldn't
believe this at all. Bob couldn't be dead. He just
couldn't be!...
...Marita really did love Alex, and Alex knew he loved her
too. Why couldn't
things be normal?...Why couldn't it have all
worked out?*
An unbearable heat went coursing through his body, and
Krycek's whole body
tensed. <It hurts. Stop the pain, please! Oh
shit, it hurts!> Krycek tried to open his eyes but it was
impossible. He was
burning. It was like the sun had fallen on his head.
He was losing feeling in his feet. A horrible knife-like feeling
was piercing
through his chest and making it hard to breathe.
The African American guard watched his face before looking at
the horrified
man in a gaudy suit who had just come in.
Getting his bearings, the man hollered, "Stop it! Shut that
thing down! I have
a note from the governor saying that this man's
sentence has been lifted!"
Quickly, the guard flipped the switch and looked through the
window at Krycek.
He convulsed a few times, his eyes wide
open, and fell limp against the straps binding him. The guard
looked down the
hall at two more guards who were coming
towards them. Before they could ask why he shut it off early he
yelled, "The
man's sentence was lifted. Get the paramedics
in there now!" They quickly nodded and ran down the hallway
to find a phone.
After about twenty minutes a whole bunch of medics were inside
the room and
pulling a convulsing Krycek out of the electric
chair, putting him on a stretcher and rolling him out of the
building as
quickly as possible.
Marita who was crying, looked up to see a girl looking at her.
"Do you think
he'll make it?"
"I hope so," Marita whispered. "I really hope so."
***
(A week later)
Mulder sat in one of the chairs across from Krycek's hospital
bed and watched
the younger man blankly. His cheeks were
bright red from the burning, and every once in awhile he would
get chills
forcing his body to convulse heavily.
Scully, who was looking over the doctor's reports, lowered her
eyes. "They're
saying its just a matter of time. All that heat
burnt a lot of the lining inside of him."
"If that man would have gotten there a minute earlier
then Krycek wouldn't be
in this position right now," Mulder muttered,
his eyes still on Krycek.
Marita, who was also in the room, was in the same position
that Mulder was in,
only her eyes were red from days of crying
by Krycek's side. She buried her face in her hands for a moment
and rubbed her
eyes before looking at Mulder. "Did he tell
you what you wanted tp know, Mr. Mulder?"
Mulder glanced at her and thought about the question. Eddie
had given them a
lot of information, but in the end he shook his
head. "No, he didn't tell me what I wanted to know."
Just then, Krycek's pulse seemed to speed up as his body
convulsed once. His
eyes opened and he turned his head painfully
from one side to the other. Marita, noticing this first, grabbed
his hand.
"Hi, Alex."
He closed his eyes for a moment and brought her hand up to his
warm face.
"Love you," he whispered hoarsely, kissing her
hand.
Turning to Mulder, he shook his head slowly. "Didn't kill him."
"We know you didn't kill the Duncans," Mulder
informed him. "Eddie has told us
this much."
Krycek frowned and tried to motion for Mulder to come closer
to him. He did so
and listened as the younger man
whispered, "I...I didn't kill your father."
Even though his eyes widened, Mulder wasn't as surprised by
this as he thought
he would be. Somehow, since the case
began, he had a strange feeling in his gut that told him that
Krycek hadn't
ended his father's life.
Suddenly, Krycek's pulse, which had picked up for a moment,
began to drop.
Scully looked at it in alarm. "We're losing
him. I'm going to get a nurse." She ran out of the room in
search of someone
who knew where to find something to help him.
Smiling faintly at Mulder, Krycek closed his eyes and rasped,
"The game...I
lose." With that, he turned away and his heart
flatlined.
Marita looked at the heart monitor in disbelief before trying
to shake his
limp hand that was still in hers. "Alex? Shit, no,
Alex!"
Mulder continued to stare at him for what seemed like an
eternity until Scully
returned with one of the doctors. When she
saw the flatline, she motioned for everyone to leave the room
even though, in
her heart, she knew there was nothing she
could do.
Marita, Scully, and Mulder exited the room and looked at each
other
cautiously. Finally, Scully sighed. "I'll drive you both
home." The others accepted and the three left the hospital
together, still not
able to accept that Alex Krycek was gone. THE
Alex Krycek, who had been both a burden and a friend, was dead.
***
Subject: NEW: Redemption 21/21 by Christina Ortega *epilogue*
(closing)
Mulder walked into his dark apartment after being dropped off
by Scully and
wandered around it aimlessly before sitting on
his leather couch. Spooky shadows invaded the room's walls and he
watched them
dance before taking off his trenchcoat
and putting it next to him.
He thought about watching TV but decided against it. Somehow,
it didn't feel
right. It felt like something was missing, all of a
sudden. At that point Mulder realized that usually if his mind
was wandering
like it was now that it would be thinking of how
much he wanted to get at Krycek and get the younger man to tell
him the truth
about his father.
Krycek's death was bittersweet. In a way, it was like a huge
weight had been
lifted from him. Now, there was one less
person to worry about who could double cross him, and yet he felt
like it was
he who had lost the game and not Krycek.
Even though Mulder always refused to admit it to himself, he had
found that a
part of him had always wanted to trust
Krycek. The younger man had always seemed so alive and yet he was
such a rat.
Mulder thought about what could make it
possible to drive Krycek like that. What made him tick? Now he
would never
know.
Another part of him, although it was a smaller part that had
grown over the
past few days, had always wanted to be on
Krycek's side. He had hoped that once Krycek had come clean that
maybe, just
maybe, they could be...not partners, at
least acquaintances, but that would never happen. Krycek's death
was truly
bittersweet.
All the memories of the younger man seemed to haunt him as if
his ghost was
really there with him. He remembered Krycek
as a green agent who ended up double crossing him. Then, when he
had been
under the influence of the LSD, he had
accused Krycek of killing his father, which was never proven.
After that
Krycek had been possessed by the alien oil, and it
was at that time that Mulder had realized that he wanted to trust
Krycek.
After the alien had entered him Krycek had
mellowed out and Mulder had thought that he could be ok if he
wanted to be.
Then came the time when they went to Tunguska. He had blamed
Krycek for what
had happened to him, but now he
realized that the younger man had done what he did to save him
from whatever
was going on with this resistance.
Krycek had tried to explain it to him. Hell, Krycek had even
kissed him, and
at that time he seemed so...healthy and so
believable. It seemed natural to want to trust him and accept
what he was
saying. Now, he was gone. Alex Krycek was no
more.
Mulder didn't realize that he had begun to cry until he felt
the tears slide
down his cheeks. At first he wished them away like
they were demons coming to taunt him, but then he realized that
this man that
had given his life to a cause and had lost it
because of a horrible mistake...this man was very brave. In fact,
Mulder
couldn't help but admire his strength. Burying his
face in his hands, Mulder let himself shed tears for this man,
Alex Krycek,
who had tried his best to win the game and though
he had tried his best and had seemed to be doing well, in the
end, he hadn't
succeeded.
***
The End. Yes, I am a Krycek lover. Why did I kill him? I don't
know! I was
possessed! Well, I love feedback and, congratulations to me, this
is my
longest story beating out Fate! *claps* Yes, well, you may have
noticed a few
injokes. If you don't know me that well then you probably didn't.
Anyway, this
story took forever to write and right now my left hand is about
to fall off
*like Krycek's, right? Hahaha...* so I'd love some feedback.
E-mail me at
Rkacat@aol.com Again, thanks for reading, and, if CC happens to
read this,
DON'T YOU DARE REPEAT THE ENDING OF THIS STORY ON AN X-FILE
ANYTIME SOON!!!