Title:            Revenge
Author:           Lovesfox
E-mail:           Lovesfox@rogers.com  (Feed me, please)
Web site:         http://www.geocities.com/kim_djd/index.html
Rating:           NC-17 (violence, consensual M/S sex and strong 
                  language)
Category:         Implied UST then MSR, Angst, Story/X-File
Classification:   XRA
Spoilers:         Not really, but up to mid-S7
Archive:          As long as my name and everything stays attached
Summary:          An old case of Mulder's resurfaces seeking revenge

Disclaimer:       Alas, not mine.  They belong to Chris Carter and
                  1013 Productions

Dedication:       To true friendship, through thick and thin.  
                  Thanks, T.

Warning:          This story contains some scenes of violence, a
                  rape attempt, implied character death, references
                  to incest, and graphic sex.




Revenge Part 25 of 29
by Lovesfox



Zeus Storage and Warehousing, Dockside
Washington, D.C.
Saturday
1:50 am

Wild.  Like dogs.  

The words kept echoing in her mind.  Scully wanted to scream as loud 
as she could to make them stop, to scream and scream until it was 
the only sound she heard.

Wild.  Like dogs.

She felt nausea rise anew.  To have to hear this man, this sick 
pervert, debase the physical love she and Mulder shared, to hear how 
he had turned it into fodder for his own pleasure was one of the 
most difficult things her very private self had to endure.

Wild.  Like dogs.

Her hand clenched into a fist, mourning the loss of her gun.  

Wishing she had it still, for she would happily plug the bastard 
full of holes, for the feelings his words invoked were the basest, 
the most primal.  

There was no thought of justice, or due process of law.  There was 
only the thought to bring him down like the animal he was.

She could still remember the first instant after hearing the sharp 
crack of a gun firing how she had immediately dropped into a 
protective crouch, minimizing her potential as a target, hoping to 
avoid being in the bullet's path.  Her mind had been screaming, 'get 
down, get down, get down'.  In the next, instinct and training 
kicked in, and she had assumed a shooter's stance, had aimed her gun 
at the location where she had seen the flash.  She had pulled the 
trigger twice, one after the other, smoothly and cleanly, but 
unfortunately, she had not found her mark.

She recalled how she had all of a sudden realized she also had not 
heard any shots from Mulder's gun.  The concern she had felt as she 
had flicked a glance in his direction, and seen him down on the 
ground.  Her heart, which had already been beating furiously since
Elliot had fired his gun, had begun a triple beat.  Had then only 
been able to think, had Mulder been hit?

Once Mulder had finally told her he was okay, that the bullet had 
only glanced him, and he had slowly gotten to his feet, she had let 
herself relax a fraction.  Only to be forced to relinquish her gun, 
to watch it slide farther and farther away from her, too far to 
retrieve it without risking her self or Mulder.  Mulder had done the 
same, with both his weapons, Elliot somehow knowing or guessing that 
Mulder had a back-up strapped to his ankle.

And here they stood, almost side-by-side, staring at Elliot, waiting 
for his next move.

They did not have long to wait.  His insidious snicker came then, 
and the sound was as disgusting as the leer on his face.  She focused
her attention on his appearance to distract herself from both the 
snicker and the leer.  

He had obviously been trying for a disguise of some sort, although 
she would have recognized him anywhere.  No amount of hair dye or 
lack of facial hair would have hidden him from her.  There was just 
something about him, something that made him linger in her mind.  
And she hated him for it. 

"That time against your door, Dana?"   He phrased the words as if 
they were conversing together, reminiscing about old times, even 
tilting his head to the side like he was waiting for her response.

She unintentionally gave him one.  She started forward, her fists 
clenched, biting her lip to hold back the words she wanted to yell 
in his face.  Words she did not often use, words that would shock 
and shame her mother, even her sailor father, if he were alive.

Soft-voiced, Mulder said, "Scully."  Just that one word.

She knew it was a quiet warning or plea for her to keep her cool, 
and halted her forward movement.  The fists, however, remained 
clenched.  So tight she thought the knuckles had to be bleached white
with the strain.  She dug her fingernails deeply into the flesh of 
her palms, sure there would soon be crescent shaped marks emblazoned 
on them.  

She welcomed the stinging pain as a distraction from the feelings 
invoked by Elliot's words and voice.

Seconds after Mulder had spoke her name, Elliot said, "Ah, ah, ah," 
while wagging the gun at her in the manner a mother uses with her 
recalcitrant child.  Seeing she had stopped, he tapped the gun to 
his lips and said sotto voice, "Now where was I?"  He giggled and 
then said, "Oh!  I remember now!"  Like it was a revelation.

His performance was sickening.  She knew damn well he had not 
forgotten, that he just wanted to drag the moment out as much as 
possible.  Well, if it gave them a chance to make a move, she 
supposed it could be a good thing.  She just hoped Mulder was right 
at this moment thinking of a plan to get them out of here, because 
she was drawing a complete blank.  And bemoaning once more about how 
she wished she had grabbed her cell phone on the way out and called 
Skinner.  Or even had gotten the Gunmen to drive her here.

"Anyway, Dana, before I was rudely interrupted, we were discussing 
that time against the door," Elliot continued.  "You know, after the 
two of you went for a walk?"  He paused and then mused, "Though it 
was more of a march on your part, Dana.  You seemed a bit...
preoccupied at the time.  In fact, I got the distinct impression you 
were angry with Mulder.  Until you let him fuck you up against your 
door."  He leered again, and then spoke, his voice much lower, and 
filled with arousal.  "It turned me on."  He giggled that same damn 
giggle, the one that sent shills down her spine and then asked quite 
chattily, "Do you know how...oh, naughty me, I was going to say 
'hard'," another giggle "how difficult it is to hold onto a camera 
with a telephoto lens and keep it focused while playing spank the 
monkey?"

Scully had not meant to let herself get drawn in by his words, but 
she had.  She could see herself that day, stalking around her 
apartment ready to bite Mulder's head off at a moment's notice, see 
herself walking as quickly as she could to stay ahead of him.  

She could also vividly picture what had happened once they had shut 
and locked her door upon returning from their walk.  She had been 
wild, from her desire and her love for Mulder, but she had not been 
ashamed then, nor would she be now.  She was just angry and sick 
that Elliot had witnessed it, been aroused by it.  Had pleasured 
himself during it.  

She struggled to keep her face expressionless, her body tight with 
tension, and was peripherally aware of Mulder standing equally stiff 
beside her.  She wasn't sure but she thought she heard him whisper 
almost inaudibly, "I'm going to kill him."

"Hmmm..." Elliot said.  "No comment from either of you?  Pity.  I 
would love to hear your thoughts about me and my monkey."

This time Mulder was the one who stepped forward, and she who said 
his name in an appeal for him to stop.  She shot a glance at him, to 
see his hands clenched in fists as well.

Elliot looked disappointed that neither of them had reacted anymore 
than that, and his next words proved he was trying to egg at least 
one of them on.  "I have to tell you, Mulder, by the way she handled 
your monkey, I'd rather she'd been the one handling mine.  I never 
did get to finish what I started, did I, Dana?"

Flashback to his attempted rape.  Scully flinched, for a brief 
moment felt his hands on her body, touching her everywhere, pulling 
her sweatpants down.  She pushed the thought violently from her 
head, and forced herself to look him in the eye, not wanting to let 
him enjoy this moment any more by seeing her cowering and ashamed.

Beside her, Mulder had spit out, "You bastard!"  He began to step 
forward, and added, "You miserable, taunting, impotent little 
bastard."  

Scully lunged forward too, and grabbed onto his arm to halt his 
progress, seeing that Elliot had stiffened at the first uttering of 
'bastard', and had now trained his gun fully on Mulder.  The muscles 
of Mulder's arm beneath her hand were rock solid, and trembling with 
his rage.  His entire body quivered with the urge to get to Elliot.

She whispered, "Mulder, don't let him get to you like this.  He's 
taunting you on purpose."  

Mulder did stop his advance, but he did not stop his mouth.  "That's 
right, you bastard.  I said 'impotent'.  Scully told me how you 
couldn't keep it up.  What's the matter, Elliot?  Can only do it 
when you're watching other people?  Or is it because she wasn't your 
sister?"

Oh God.  What was he trying to do?  Did he hope that his words would 
anger Elliot enough that he could rush him?  "Mulder!" she hissed, 
flicking a glance at Elliot.

The madman had gone completely rigid, and his eyes were almost 
bulging from the sockets, his face purple with rage.  "Shut up," he 
whispered first.  He continued to repeat the same two words, getting 
more vocal with each repetition, until he was screaming them, 
spittle flying from his mouth.

Scully could feel Mulder's body tensing, preparing to make the leap 
forward, when Elliot suddenly roared unbelievably loud, halting him 
completely.

"YOU MOVE ONE MORE GODDAMNED STEP AND I'LL BLOW HER BRAINS OUT!"

The words echoed and echoed, and when they finally stopped, Elliot 
heaved in a deep, noisy breath and then released it with an equally 
loud exhalation.  He made a 'move it' gesture with his gun, looking 
directly at Mulder, and said, "Step back, Mulder, right now."

Once Mulder had complied, Elliot moved slightly and shifted his gaze 
to her.  "Now, Dana, we're going to show Mulder that I am not 
impotent.  Come here."

***

Margaret Scully's Residence
Baltimore, MD
Saturday
2:00 am


Skinner heard the cell phone in his pocket ringing, and lifted his 
hand and held it out in apology to the CSU agent, a young-looking 
woman by the name of Aislynn Waters, putting a halt to their 
discussion.  He pulled the phone free, flipped it open and pressed 
send, barking out, "Skinner."

He turned slightly away from the agent, grimacing slightly as he 
listened to the voice of Agent Reynolds telling him there was no 
sign of Scully or Mulder, and that it appeared as if the bed had 
been slept in, but whomever had been sleeping in it and gotten up 
in a hurry.  Nightclothes on the floor, the bed unmade.

The muscle in his jaw twitched a little, as he heard the questions 
in her tone.  It was obvious the signs pointed to the fact that 
only one bed was in use, and that she wondered about the 
relationship between the two currently missing agents.

He ignored it, and hoped she would do the same, as well as keep her 
assumptions to herself.

"Anything else?" he asked briskly, his free hand coming up to rub at 
his forehead, at the headache that had started not long after his 
arrival at Margaret Scully's house, and was now building furiously 
into migraine-like proportions.

Through the tinny line of the cellular, Agent Reynolds told him 
about the two men her partner had observed sitting in front of Agent 
Scully's apartment building in a dilapidated blue van, and the 
suspicious nature in which they had acted once confronted by Agent 
Marks.  She lowered her voice a little to add that they were very 
strange, although she did not think they had anything to do with the 
missing agents.  That in fact, they had been quite upset to learn 
that Agent Scully was not in her apartment.

Mulder's friends, the Lone something or other.  It had to be.  

Skinner sighed, rubbing once more at his forehead, and then 
straightened up from his uncharacteristic slouch.  Maybe they knew 
where Mulder and Scully were.  "Where are they right now?"

"Um...Agent Marks brought them up to Agent Scully's apartment, Sir," 
Agent Reynolds replied.  "Marks is still talking to them."

"Put one of them on the line, please," Skinner requested.  A sound 
behind him had him turning back to where Agent Waters had been, to 
see she was back at work, dusting the kitchen table for fingerprints.

A moment later, after a shuffling noise from his cell, a gravelly 
voice came through, asking a question without introduction.  "You 
Mulder and Scully's boss?"

What the hell?  Skinner frowned and growled,  "I'm AD Skinner, and 
yes, I am their boss.  Who are you?"  

"A friend," was the short answer.

"Well, friend, I need to find both of them right away.  Do you know 
where they are?"  Skinner had to work hard on not yelling the words, 
and they came out terse and clipped.

"All we know is Mulder came out just after midnight and said he had 
to go somewhere, and for us to keep watching Scully's apartment.  We 
got the feeling he hadn't told her where he was going," the man said.

Skinner registered the unspoken words 'and she's not going to be 
very happy about it', which at any other time would have made him 
smile, and pushed them away.  Shit.  Why the hell hadn't Mulder told 
them where he was going?

The man continued.  "We didn't even know Scully was gone until your 
agents brought us up here.  She musta snuck out somehow, maybe 
through the back.  She definitely didn't go out the front."  He then 
added, "And her car's still here."

Skinner was thinking rapidly.  There was no one else Scully could 
call, and a bus seemed unlikely, so she had to have taken a cab.  
Christ, there were so many cab companies around, it would take hours 
to contact them all, and even then, there was a chance the cabbie 
never registered the fare.  Shit.  But he knew it could be his only 
lead, as slim as it was.  "Thank-you," he said finally.  "Put Agent 
Reynolds back on."

She came back with a brisk, "Yes, Sir?"

"I'm going to have the Bureau contact all the cab companies to check 
if Agent Scully was one of their fares.  You can let Mulder's two 
friends go.  I need you and Agent Marks to talk to the 
superintendent, see  if he heard or saw anything, and get him to 
show you any other exits out of the building.  It's more than likely 
that Agent Scully did not use the front entrance.  Report back to me 
if you learn anything."  He disconnected before she could reply, and 
quickly dialed the Bureau line to make his request about the taxicab 
companies, putting yet another priority on the job.

Once that was done, he pressed the end button and replaced his phone 
in his pocket.  He stood there with his hands on his hips, and tried 
to think if he had missed something, skipped an important step.  The 
pair of agents he had sent to Mulder's place had checked in a few 
minutes before the call from Agent Reynolds, and had reported 
nothing unusual there, so that was not it.  He cursed under his 
breath.

Agent Waters looked up at the sound, and quietly said,  "I've only 
found one set of fingerprints so far, Sir.  And from what you said 
Mrs. Scully had told you about using the phone to try and call the 
police, I don't think I'm going out on a limb when I say they are 
more than likely hers."

"Thank-you, Agent Waters," he said, and started to pace a little, 
his hands on his hips.

He almost growled with his frustration.  Why had Mulder and Scully 
not gone together?  Something was not right.  He knew Mulder would 
never have left Scully alone like that, not unless...

"Shit!" he exclaimed, startling Agent Waters.  He waved at her in 
apology and then headed outside to find an agent to take with him.  
He paused at the entranceway to the living room, to where Mrs. 
Scully was sitting in the near darkness.  "Margaret?" he called 
softly, unable to see her face.  

She leapt to her feet with a gasp.  "Is it Dana?" she asked, 
clasping her hand in front of her.  Even from the distance 
separating them, he could see that they were shaking.

"No, there's been no news yet," he told her.  "I need to go for a 
little while, check out some things.  I'll call you if I hear 
anything."

She nodded her head jerkily, and whispered, "Thank-you, Mr. Skinner."

Skinner did not reply, just looked at her for a moment, letting his 
eyes do the talking, and then turned to continue outside.

He saw Agent Andrews, talking to a couple of uniformed officers, and 
called him over.  "Come with me," he said.  "We're going to check 
out Zeus Warehousing."  He did not explain any further, but saw the 
comprehension in Andrews' eyes.   

That was the last known whereabouts of Elliot Andercott before he 
had turned up in Leesburg, Virginia.

They strode quickly over to his Bureau issued sedan and climbed 
inside.  Skinner buckled in and brought the engine roaring to life, 
reversing quickly before turning the car in the right direction.  

Many criminals often returned to the scene of their crimes.  
Especially to those places that held particular meaning to them.  
Andercott had already once returned to a place of big import, the 
mental hospital where his sister had died.  There was a very good 
chance he would return to Zeus Warehousing, the place he had first 
lured Mulder to in his bizarre plan of revenge.  Perhaps he had 
done so again.

It was not much of a theory, but it was the only one he had right
now.

***

Zeus Storage and Warehousing, Dockside
Washington, D.C.
Saturday
2:00 am


Why weren't they reacting like he wanted them to?  Sure Dana had 
looked like she had swallowed something bitter, and Mulder had 
actually started to move as if the agent had planned to rush him 
and stop his flow of word with his bare hands, and had even muttered 
the words 'I'm going to kill him', but it was not enough.

Elliot wanted to see Mulder enraged and beyond all common sense.  He 
wanted Mulder to actually attempt that rush, to get so close to him 
that Mulder would think he was going to succeed and then he would 
show him how wrong he had been.  He would shoot him, not fatally, 
but wound him enough that he would be incapacitated, and then force 
him to watch as he killed Dana.  

Maybe he'd even fuck her before he killed her.  That would really 
torment Mulder.  Then he'd either finish Mulder off, or leave him to 
die all alone, staring at her dead body.   Mulder had ruined his 
plans back at the mental hospital, so it was only fitting that he 
come up with a new plan, one that he decided would be far more 
satisfying than his original one.

He had thought telling them how he had masturbated while watching 
them fuck against Dana's door would have pushed that last button, 
especially with his crude talk, referring to it as spanking the 
monkey.

Yet Dana had been able to pull Mulder back just by saying his name.

It was discouraging.

He would have to try a little harder.  Push a little further.  He 
smiled inside, he thought he knew what would do it.  It had become 
obvious that Mulder was extremely protective of Dana, even more so 
than one would expect of one partner to another.  He would have to 
play on that fact to a greater extent.

"I have to tell you, Mulder, by the way she handled your monkey, I'd 
rather she'd been the one handling mine.  I never did get to finish 
what I started, did I, Dana?"  He had made his voice as intimate and 
carnal as he could.

Bingo!  

Mentally he rubbed his hands together, and let a smile slide across 
his face.  Dana had visibly flinched, although her face was a stoic 
mask.  Mulder on the other hand, had gone beet red, and looked like 
he was ready to go ballistic.  

Go for it, Mulder.  I'm ready and waiting, Elliot thought.  More 
than you could ever imagine.  Vaguely he heard Mulder yell, 'You 
bastard'.  He stiffened; leveling the gun at Mulder, but stopped 
before he could fire it, and cautioned himself to ignore that for 
now.  

And then came the moment he was waiting for.

Mulder started forward, and Elliot tensed, hand tightening on the 
gun.  Let him get closer, he counseled himself.  Let him get closer 
and shoot him in the stomach.  He'd seen cop shows on TV, and 
anytime someone was shot in the stomach, the paramedics always 
looked really worried. And then he could do whatever he wanted with 
Dana.

Mulder yelled again, and Elliot heard only two words, 'bastard' and 
'impotent'.  Through the sudden angry red mist that filled his 
vision, he saw Dana move forward and grab onto Mulder's arm.  His 
hands shook with fury, and he almost dropped the gun.

He hazily saw Dana's lips move, but could not make the words out 
over the two roaring inside his head. 

Bastard.  

Impotent.

Over and over again.

Elliot wanted to scream, to tell them he was not impotent, but could 
not get the words out.  His jaw was clenched so tight he thought it 
might shatter from the force.

Mulder yelled so loud this time that Elliot heard every word, and 
each one crashed inside his head. "That's right, you bastard.  I 
said 'impotent'.  Scully told me how you couldn't keep it up.  
What's the matter, Elliot?  Can only do it when you're watching 
other people?  Or is it because she wasn't your sister?"

Images flashed in his head.  He saw Elizabeth writhing beneath him 
in ecstasy, and then the picture changed to Dana's bloodied face as 
she lay still under him, refusing to fight him.  He saw himself 
running from her room in the hospital, leaving her bound on the 
floor.  He saw his own hand as he pleasured himself with Dana's 
panties, having been unable to do so with her.  He stiffened even 
more, pain and fear and loneliness and despair rolling through his 
body, hearing the disgust and the anger in Mulder's voice.  

Elizabeth, where are you?  

He was so confused.

Bastard.

Impotent.

NOOOOOOO!

Elliot finally found his voice.  "Shut up," he whispered, not 
knowing if it was his mind he was telling, or Mulder.  He said it 
again, louder, and kept repeating it until he was yelling the words, 
feeling his own spittle flying from his mouth.

He also regained complete vision, in time to see Mulder about to 
move forward again.

He opened his mouth, filling his lungs with air, and roared, "YOU 
MOVE ONE MORE GODDAMNED STEP AND I'LL BLOW HER FUCKING BRAINS OUT!"

The sentence rang in the empty, cavernous warehouse, seeming to 
bounce off each wall, until the words finally died away.  Once they 
had, Elliot gulped in more air, loudly, and then blew it out again.  
He focused on Mulder and made a wagging motion with the gun, saying, 
"Step back, right now, Mulder."

Elliot shifted after Mulder did so, and moved his gaze to Dana, who 
was standing tensely and just a little bit behind her lover.  He was 
smiling inside when he said, "Now, Dana, we're going to show Mulder 
that I am not impotent.  Come here."

Dana blanched; there was no other word for it, and this time Elliot 
did smile.  Mulder's face went tight and ugly, and his words were 
hoarse when he spoke.

"Scully, get behind me."

Elliot raised the gun again, and said mockingly, "Dana, get over 
here."  He widened his smile to a grin, showing his teeth, and 
added, "Or I shoot him."  

He paused to let the threat sink in before continuing.   "Do you 
want to chance it as to whether I hit him this time or not?  The 
beauty of it is that you don't know if I missed him on purpose, do 
you?  Perhaps I'm an expert shot, and right now have this gun 
targeted at your lover's stomach...or maybe right where a well-
placed bullet would render him impotent, as he so jarringly painted
me."

Elliot loved the tortured look in Dana's eyes as she flicked them 
from the gun he held to his face and then to Mulder ahead of her at 
her left.  "Now, Dana," he snapped out, and was rewarded by her 
flinch.

Mulder hissed, "Scully, don't listen to him."

Dana shut her eyes and took a deep breath, her chest rising slowly 
before falling once more, and then she reopened them and began to 
walk forward.  Elliot noticed how she kept her eyes on him, not on 
her lover, as she passed Mulder.  He could see she was drawn as 
tight as a bow, and that her fists were tightly clenched at her 
side.

Elliot laughed, enjoying his apparent victory, and felt a stirring 
in his pants.  He imagined he was already feeling Dana's soft hands 
stroking him as she knelt before him, her mouth open and ready.  He 
let his eyes close for a moment to let the pleasure build, not 
realizing both his arms had lowered to his sides.

Suddenly Mulder roared, "No! Scully, get down!"

Elliot's eyes popped open and all he could see was Mulder starting 
to move towards him, his arm coming up in a move to sweep Dana aside 
and down to the ground.  Surprised and panicked, Elliot raised the 
gun again, his hand shaking uncontrollably, and pointed it at them.  
He fired twice.

The next few seconds seemed surreal, as if he observed them from 
inside a vacuum.  Everything happened in slow motion, with 
absolutely no sound.

Instead of falling to the ground out of harm's way, Dana had turned 
from her original course towards him, and he watched as she lunged 
forward in slow motion into Mulder.  

Directly into the bullets path.

Elliot saw them impact in her body; saw her jolt once and then 
again, his mouth opening in shock.  He watched as her arms first 
went up as if to embrace Mulder, and then fell limply to her sides. 

Sound returned with a whoosh.

Over the echo of the two shots, he heard Mulder scream, "SCUH-LEE!!!"

***

end Part 25 of 29