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Schism - Part 3/3.

The NC-17 rating is for language.

Please see Part 1 for disclaimer.

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Bitch.

WHORE... pillows stuffed in my mouth and I am crying, crying, God it's

been so long...

And tears turn to stone and the gun is out and in my hand, ready to

scorch the walls of this suite, to break down the flimsy plaster until

it reaches the groin of the bastard who's probably even now receiving a

full report from Ms. Covarrubias...

"And then Krycek touched the exact spot... look, I still get goose

pimples at the thought..."

Would it turn him on? Fucking bastard. Of course it would. He gets his

kicks out of being a voyeur. I swear he jacks off while watching

Mulder's surveillance tapes, even if he's just feeding the goldfish.

Mulder...

I knew I disliked Special Agent Fox William Mulder's fucking dopey face

the day I first laid eyes on his surveillance tapes. Fucking dopey

face that even a mother couldn't love.

(My subconscious knows I'm performing a mild form of transference here,

pouring hate onto a safe target, instead of the fucked up son of a turd

who should be feeling my gun at his head, but I don't care, I don't

care, I don't fucking CARE!)

I hate him.

I fucking hate the son-of-a-bitch.

Oh, I can live with the fact that the man has a house, a family name and

an eidetic memory. A house means mortgages, the name 'Mulder' carries

its own shame everywhere he goes and the memory - he's been haunted by

it for years.

What I hate, what sticks in my throat and turns my gut is his

freedom. The luxury of the bastard's ignorance. At least he never

knows when the Consortium is screwing him.

I can never forget.

The truth.

The TRUTH.

Fucker chases after truth in the blind faith that it's something he

needs to be whole. Bloody. Stupid. Idiot.

Truth isn't a magic pill to be taken once so that all your troubles

disappear. Truth is meant to be ingested slowly, in a painful

digestive process that lasts the rest of your life and changes you

from the day you begin to understand it.

I am stronger than him. I have seen the TRUTH and survived it.

Even the fact that *he* introduced me to *her*.

I think it ironic that the four of us, diametric opposites, are

so strangely similar. Him and his virginal Scully. Neither of whom

cross any kind of line unless it's yellow tape marked 'Police - don't

Cross.'

Me and my - Marya. My touchstone. Like his.

Only better.

Because I saw what you have and knew it could be improved.

DAMN YOU FOX WILLIAM MULDER! Damn you for doing this to me!

If I hadn't seen - if I hadn't known how strong a partnership

could be... if I hadn't hoped *stupid stupid fucked up Krycek*

.... if I hadn't thought it possible for two people to change

the world, then me and Marya -

But it wasn't a cheap imitation, Fox William Mulder! It was better,

a damn sight better than you and your Special Agent Dana Scully.

Was. Better.

Marya...

FUCK THE SON OF A BITCH!

Why should he have his life so easy?

Fox William Fucking Mulder, scion of the distinguished Mulder family,

cynosure of all eyes, particularly the lovely Ms. Dana Scully. Fucking

tight assed bastard who wouldn't know love if it bit him on the nose.

Fucker who lost a girl to the Consortium, yea sure, but made their life

hell till they returned her.

And Scully would never run out on her Mulder, oh no fucking way. Never

cheat on him or leave him for another man.

Believe me, I tried to make her.

Fuck them both.

And Marita Covarrubias too.

Fuck them. Up the ass. Together.

I can do this without them. All of them.

Watch me.

Watch me, Marya. Guard your back.

Taking the passport and documents folder awkwardly out of my bag, I

study their contents for the first time since I received them from

my new allies.

Tear up one of the tickets.

Look at the other.

Destination : Kazakhstan.

I throw my head back and laugh, laugh till the tears and blood mingle

and I'm coughing, staining the pristine sheets with my own folly.

Marya, Marya, Marya.

Oh, Marya.

If only you had known.

But you don't!

Guess what, Marya. I'm not getting out of the game yet.

And neither are you.

NEITHER ARE YOU!

Come, Alexei, its time to go home.

~ end part 3/3

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