Praying to Die part 2 (Disclaimers and headers found in part one)
When I got back to my hotel room, it was waiting inside. I hated finding them already in my space. I had stuff hidden in there that they couldn't see. Before it became an "it", his name was Knowle Rohrer. They took him because of his connections to Agent Doggett. I wondered if they gave him a choice before they changed him. Did they ask him to betray his friend, and changed him once he said no, or did they just pick him up like a convenience store item, without explaining anything to him? I think the last one is more likely.
I hate those things. They scare me. They scare me more than anything else I'd ever encountered. I don't quite understand how they work. I knew more than most people, but the real disturbing questions were unanswered. I looked at what was once Knowle Rohrer, and started thinking about those questions again.
Was there anything left of the man once they change him? Was a part of Knowle Rohrer still sitting there, or were they merciful enough to let him die completely before using his body? Where's your soul Knowle? Was it trapped there, inside a body that you have no control over, doomed to enslavement forever because now you cannot die?
Then, as if this thing could read my mind, it spoke. "We are very disappointed in you Alex. We were told that you possessed unique talents that would be depreciated if you were replicated. I'm beginning to think we were misled."
I had to be very careful then. One misstep and my death would have come much quicker than I'd originally planned. I'd take my own gun out, and shoot myself in the head before I'd let them turn me into one of those things.
"I'm waiting for you to explain what you thought you were doing last night. You interrupted our plans."
I looked it straight in the eyes." I was doing what I was told."
It almost looked surprised.
"I was told to watch Mulder, and keep an eye on Scully. You didn't tell me that you were going to send one of your own on a head-chopping spree that would end at Scully's apartment. I thought you wanted the baby alive, that you believed it could be useful to you. When I saw your assassin, I though maybe something went wrong with him. I couldn't contact you, so I decided to help them get away. If I was wrong, you guys are certainly powerful enough to find Scully and her baby again, but if I was right, even you can't put a headless infant back together."
For a moment it stared at me, trying to see if I was lying. I stared right back at it. It believed me, or at least it acted like it believed me.
"Billy would not have hurt Dana Scully or her baby. He would have done as he was told. We don't make mistakes. Remember that next time you consider acting on your own."
I had to bite my tongue, and looked away.
"Well, since you have helped them, perhaps we can use that. You will return to the FBI office. Find out what you can. Then you will report back to me here at 6:00 this evening. Are we clear."
At least I knew Skinner and Mulder made it out. I had to stifle a laugh. How could they be so powerful, but so stupid?
"You don't really think they will tell me anything, do you?"
"You better hope you have something Alex. If you are of no use to us like this, we can start looking at other options."
I planned on being dead before they started any of those options. I knew I should've left things at that. It was ready to go, and I really wanted to be rid of that thing, but I thought of Scully clutching her baby.
"You know, I think you could be making a mistake taking the baby away from Agent Scully." Its eyes bulged.
"You believe that this child is special, and for all I know it could be, but even if it is special, you're probably not going to see that until it is older. I mean it's not like the baby will just leap from the womb and start walking on water." I had its interest.
"If the child needs to wait a few years before its gifts develop, you're going to need someone to take care of it until that time comes. Forgive my abruptness, but care giving isn't your kind's strong point. I don't see why you don't just leave the child with its mother, who will take good care of it, and then just keep an eye on the kid. Wait for its specialness or whatever to start showing and then take it."
It stood there for what seemed like forever looking at me. At first I stared back but quickly lowered my eyes. I'd just second-guessed them again. It wasn't the time to show pride. "Just a thought," I added.
It didn't respond. It merely grunted and walked out.
As soon as I saw it drive away, I took a deep sigh, and went to the closet. Inside was a suitcase, thankfully untouched. I unlocked it, took out a gun, and what I like to call my Walter controller. The old man never told anyone about the controller, and I never told them. I took the gun, and checked the bullets. There were four left. I also took out the disguise I kept from the first time I infected Skinner. I placed the controller, the gun, and the disguise in a backpack, and placed the backpack in a paper bag. Everything I needed was there. I could now catch a few hours sleep and still have time do everything I needed to.
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