Mulder crept into the dark farmhouse, gun drawn. A little voice in the back of his head was nagging him to call Scully, call back-up, call somebody for gods sake!, but he ignored the voice, intent on the hunt. He was hunting the hunter, a predator of women. 13 women had dissapeared from a small Vermont town in the past month and a half. Body parts were found through-out a local forest preserve, specifically the lower halves of jaw bones, breasts, and genitalia. Most of the parts were indentified by dental records and DNA typing, confirming suspicions that the missing women were dead.
Scully and Mulder had been put onloan to the VCU and shipped out to Vermont as the number of killings escalated and the time between each decreased. As soon as they'd arrived, (having already reviewed the case files), Scully went to view the body parts and Mulder had gone a-wandering.
He'd already formed a profile in his mind, and an idea of what this killer's dwelling would look like. He'd been driving aimlessly around the backroads, thinking, puzziling, and forming ideas when he happened upon a dirty old farmhouse in the middle of no where. On a hunch, Mulder had stopped to inspect it. As he approached the rickety fence, he spied what looked like a tan-yard. Looking closer, he was horrified to see the skin of a human woman streched out to dry, the front section completelyintact save for two holes where her breasts had been removed. The face was streched out and distorted, her lips open and gaping.
"omigod." Milder chocked out in horror. Drawing his gun, he climbed the fence and approached the human hide. Sure enough, it was real. And it smelled awful. A flurry of movement caught Mulder's eye and swiftly he'd turned, gun seeking a target. A man dissapeared into the old house, and Mulder had quickly followed him inside, ignoring the nagging voice in his head that begged him to call for back-up. Mulder carefully made his way through a kitchen, spying an open door. Peeking inside, he saw stairs leading down into a basement. Mulder's nose involuntarily wrinkled in disgust as he caught a whiff of what he'd smelled in the tan-yard.
A floorboard behind him creaked and Mulder whipped around, to confront the person sneaking up behind him, but was too slow. A large beefy hand grabbed Mulder's wrist and his gun. The lean agent swiftly kicked his assailant in the stomach, freeing his wrist. With a growl, the man hurled his gun across the room. Mulder paused for a moment to size up the man. He was frighteningly large, greasy-haired, and dirty. His small, beady eyes were deep-set and animal-like. Suddenly, Mulder lunged in the direction of his gun, only to be tackled by the bulky, putrid man. Mulder screamed and struggled furiously, hitting and kicking the man as much as he could.
Eventually the smaller man was subdued, his breath coming out in short, hard pants. The killer had Mulder pinned on his back by sitting on him and holding his arms above his head. He stared into Mulder's eyes with a look of homicidal fury. With another inarticulate grunt, he pulled Mulder's arms under his legs, immobilizing him entirely. Quickly he wrapped his huge hands around Mulder's neck and started squeezing. Mulder thrashed his whole body desperatly as his air was cut off. No matter how he tried, he couldn't free himself and things began to whiten, until he was sure he was gonna pass out, and he was gonna die in some stinkin' farmhouse in the boondocks of Vermont. Then it stopped, and the man had released his neck. Mulder gasped frantically, trying to breathe. He coughed hard as the man dragged him to his feet.
"Just do what I say." the monster of a man said in a low, threatening voice. He pushed him towards the door of the basement and led him to the stairs.
"Go in there." he commanded.
Mulder hesitantly took a step in the direction of the basement, debating whether or not to try and escape now or bide his time. His desicion was made for him when the man shoved him down the stairs. Mulder tumbled most of the way down, catching himself just before he hit the ground. With the light from the door that the man still stood in, Mulder could clearly see his surroundings. Dead bodies and skins- lots of them. Mulder cried out in complete terror and raced up the stairs. the door was quickly closed and Mulder flung himself into it, pounding with his fists, screaming. "NO!! Please, don't leave me in here!"
To Be Continued......

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