Title: Orders
Author: Samantha Alana Mulder (aka Phoenix)
E-Mail: no_1_xphile@yahoo.com or phoenix_1013@yahoo.com
Feedback: Must I beg??
Archive: As long as you send me a link and let me know
Disclaimer: Unless Chris Carter is going to give it to me, I don't own
The X-Files. But I don't see that happening, so no one sue. I don't have
anything worth anything, being a high-school student. And the song at the 
end is 'Fool's Gold' by Bree Sharp. I don't own that either.
Rating: PG-13, I guess
Spoilers: Basically the whole series.
Summary: *CHARACTER DEATH* Krycek stalks Scully on orders from the 
Syndicate.
Category: Krycek POV, angst, character death
Notes: I am writing this on August 21st for an August 30 deadline, and I'm
in the middle of moving, so if it ain't perfect, it's because of lack of 
time. This is a response to Church of X Challenge No. 1. I'm writing from 
a Krycek POV because of my latest obsession. This takes place with the 
events of "Two Fathers"/"One Son" and "Requiem" never happening. And I 
had to make Krycek sympathetic, it's just the way I write. Oh, and 
the song at the end-it was running through my head the whole time I wrote
this, and it fit. It's a good song, anyway, and I wanted to use it for a 
fic. Hope you like it, Alexis!

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I was beginning to wonder if she would ever notice me. I've been following
her for nearly a month. I had been ordered to kill her, to catch her off-
guard. But it's hard to catch Dana Scully off guard. It's like trying to
get Mulder to join us. But Old Smokey and the  others in the Syndicate 
want her dead. They say Mulder's become to much of a threat to them. When
I asked them why they don't kill Mulder, they said some crap about his 
quest becoming a crusade. I say, kill the main threat, but orders are 
orders. I'm not an assassin. I just do what I'm paid to do. 

Right now, she and Mulder are investigating a case in West Virginia. So, 
the best time to sneak up on Scully would be the night they return. They
should be back in a week. I really don't want to have to do this, but if 
I don't, Cancer Man (good God, I sound like Mulder) will have me killed.
I don't want to die at the hands off a bastard like him. I wouldn't feel 
nearly as guilty if I had to kill Mulder. I grew up with two sisters, one,
her name is Amanda, looks almost identical to Scully. When I had ordered
to kill Scully before, I dreaded it. I was almost happy when I found out
it was the wrong person. But when I found out it was her sister, Melissa,
I felt all guilty again. I almost went to her funeral. But now, I have to 
push aside all of my feelings. I have a job to do. 

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One Week Later
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I am currently sitting outside of Scully's apartment. It is 10:13 pm. She 
should be pulling up any moment. I really wish I didn't have to do this, 
but it's her life or mine. I am going to sneak into her apartment as she 
sleeps. Then I'm going to do what I must and leave. I don't want to hang 
around any more than I have to. This just doesn't- wait, here she comes. If
she notices me, I'm screwed. Good, she just walked past the car. I don't
even think she noticed it was there. I watch the lights in her apartment.
They go on, and then they turn off. She must be sleeping. It's 10:52. I 
wait about two hours, and then I enter her building. First I go down to the
basement and cut the phone lines, so she can't call for help. I walk down 
the hallway to number 35. Scully's apartment. I pull out a lock pick and 
open the door, making sure to be quiet. I pull out a tiny flashlight, and 
turn it on. I open several doors, looking for her bedroom. I come across 
her bathroom, closet, kitchen. Finally, I find it. 

Scully is sleeping. I wonder if she knows. If she knows that this is going
to be the last night she will live. I step inside, and accidentally step on 
a creaky floorboard. Scully wakes up and looks directly at me. "What the
Hell are you doing, Krycek?" she asks, reaching for her gun.
"Only what I was told to do," I say, rushing towards her and taking the 
gun from her. Now she is scared. I don't blame her. She has no weapons, 
and she knows that I was the one who killed her sister. 
"What do you want?" she says, her voice wavering.
"Listen. I've been ordered to kill you. Smokey thinks Mulder's too much of 
threat to the Syndicate. They think the best way to get rid of Mulder is 
to get rid of you. I'm not looking forward to this. But my life is on the
line." I say to her. She reaches for the phone, probably to call Mulder.
"Don't bother. I cut the wires." She looks at me. 
"Why are you doing this?" She asks. 
"Because if I don't, the Smoking Man will kill me." I answer. 
"Oh, the Smoking bastard put you up to this? Why am I not surprised?" She 
says, getting  mad. Damn, is she livid. I have never seen anyone so pissed 
in my life. Not even Smokey after he found I out I murdered the wrong 
person. And he was PISSED. I decided I should get it over with. I pulled 
out my gun and aimed. Scully looked at me with terror in her eyes. I closed
my eyes and pulled the trigger. I opened my eyes. Scully was dead. I put 
away my gun and left. I ran out of the building, into my car, and left as
fast as I could. After I was about five minutes from her apartment, I 
pulled out my cell phone and called the paramedics. I don't know why, 
because of the neighbors surely heard the gunshot. 

After a while, I returned to Scully's apartment. There are cop cars, and 
ambulance is pulling away. There are also three other cars, probably 
Mulder's, Skinner's, and Scully's mother's. I just stay in the car, 
watching as Mulder, Mrs. Scully and Skinner leave the building. I decide to 
take off before anybody notices me. Mulder already probably wants to kill
me. I don't think I should give him the chance. As I drive away, I look in 
the mirror. Mulder is standing in the street, watching me. I speed away
before he figures out it's me. I don't have a death wish. I'm already a 
dead man as far as Fox Mulder is concerned. Looks like it's time to 
disapear for a while.

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My head is heavy and bent like a crane
The wrecking ball blues are coming again
And Latham says 'Babe, you know life is a ride'
But living's no fun when your dead inside

I pierce myself to wake up my veins
I'd pierce my heart if I thought things would change
But I'm just like the skin that's been stung and restung
And the campfire songs that are sung and resung
For a girl of my age, why am I so numb?

I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted coal

I've been swallowed up by greed, I've been spat on by lust
If they ain't playing with your money they're playing with your trust
And I'm trying so hard to stop sitting still
To gather the juice that's been spent or been spilled
to find a spark in myself that hasn't been killed
Cause if Death doesn't get you, then Life certainly will

I've been chasing a lie I was sold
Running down thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted

We've been chasing a lie we were sold
We're running thieves and fool's gold
And these Christmas dreams are just painted, 
just painted, just painted, just painted
Coal

Talk about an early frost
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End
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Challenge number 1: (this is basically a short summary of the challenge, 
in my own words) Pretend to be writing from the point of view of a stalker. 
It could be someone stalking Mulder, Scully, Krycek, etc. It doesn't have 
to be a murder (like mine). It can be funny (like Mulder and Scully 
stalking each other). It can not be from the person being stalked's point 
of view, and  there can not be something like "Scully saw someone in the 
shadows".

ThanX to Alexis for giving me ideas for this as she wrote her own fic. She
also came up with the line about Scully being livid, and is the reason I'm
in love with the King of the rats. Also, thanX to Laura (for reasons 
that will remain secret). Good luck with your hippee wedding :) And of 
course my best friend Christy, who came up with all sorts of schemes to try
to get me out of moving (including blowing up my new house), and is the one
who lent me the X-Files book that got me obsessed. 
Peace, love and X-Files

E-Mail: no_1_xphile@yahoo.com or phoenix_1013@yahoo.com