From: alex6169@sbcglobal.net   
      
   Rating: PG-13 (language, violence, blood and gore).   
      
   Disclaimer: If you have not seen any episodes about the black oil    
   virus then be warned that this is what that is about.   
      
   Other Notes: Sequal to The End of All Things. PLEASE READ THAT FIRST    
   because this continues right from that.   
      
   So without further ado i give you Fight the Egyptian Future!!   
      
   (Cairo, Egypt)   
      
   A shadow stood in the temple pyramid, resurrecting what he calls a    
      
   god. "You have given me and my people life. You gave this desolate    
      
   place a temple of worship. Now I ask of you one more favor. Will you    
      
   please make us, the Egyptians, gods like you?" He waited for a moment,    
      
   then the ground shook and the openings to the outside disappeared. The    
      
   man was in darkness when he heard a thud nearby. He reached out his    
      
   hand and it brushed against something hard. A stone barrier was in    
      
   front of him. Then another fell behind him. He turned as another fell    
      
   to his right and left. He was trapped. Then he heard a hollow thud and    
      
   a sliding sound as something fell into his cubicle. He knelt down and    
      
   picked up grains of sand, which slid through his fingers. He stood and    
      
   felt sand up to his waist, which was quickly growing up his shoulders.    
      
   Then he realized that it was not sand at all; it was oil. He screamed    
      
   as oil creeped up his neck and into his mouth. He stifled his scream    
      
   and closed his mouth and eyes. When he opened his eyes again tiny    
      
   black tadpoles swam in them, slowly mixing into a solid black color...   
      
   -X-   
      
   (Washington D.C.)   
      
   Deep Throat and X walked out to a lake as the survivors of the past    
      
   events (See The End of All Things) left. "How can we continue    
      
   life like this? Millions of Americans have become a mere thousand."    
      
   Deep Throat asked.    
      
   "We will find a way." X said before turning and    
      
   walking away. Deep Throat turned his back on the lake as a man came    
      
   out of it.    
      
   "You should have died a long time ago." He whispered as he    
      
   held up a gun. Before Deep Throat could turn the man shot. Deep Throat    
      
   hit the ground, blood draining from his head. The man laughed and    
      
   walked away...   
      
   -X-   
      
   X sat in the chair yelling protests as a man stepped toward a    
      
   switch.    
      
   "I did not kill Deep Throat."    
      
   "You were the last one who saw    
      
   the man alive and that was minutes before we found him dead." The man    
      
   said as his hand hovered over the switch. At that moment a man rushed    
      
   in.    
      
   "He's innocent don't throw that switch." The man wore a ski mask    
      
   and held a gun. The other man grasped the switch anyway and pulled it    
      
   up. Electricity flowed through the chair and X gritted his    
      
   teeth. "NO!" The man ran toward the executioner but was held back.    
      
   "It was him. He went under the alias X and was running from the police    
      
   for years." The man shot at the switch, it ricotched off, and hit the    
      
   executioner's hand which he brought down on the switch. The buzz of    
      
   electricity slowed to a halt and X lay limp. The man holding the    
      
   intruder pulled out a gun but the intruder was faster. He shot the arm    
      
   holding him back and broke free as the executioner went for the switch    
      
   again. He shot and the executioner's legs buckled as he slumped to the    
      
   floor. Another man went to shoot the intruder but the intruder shot    
      
   out the light and the man couldn't see. By the time the place was    
      
   visible again, lit by an old oil lamp, X and the intruder were gone    
      
   and sitting in the chair was a bomb. Someone ran toward it but it was    
      
   too late. It went off and the whole place went up in flames...   
      
   -X-   
      
   "The jail's on fire." Mulder called out for anyone to hear. Some men    
      
   came running with hoses and began dousing the flames. When it was over    
      
   there was nothing left...   
      
   -X-   
      
   The man brought X down at the top of a hill. He checked his pulse, and    
      
   small tumps occured rythmetically. He breathed a sigh of relief. Then    
      
   he pulled off his ski mask. Underneath it was the face of Alex    
      
   Krycek...   
      
   -X-   
      
   Agent Alex Brannan fingered through the remaining X-Files. Eventually    
      
   he fell onto a page filled with a mix of English, Egyptian    
      
   Hieroglyphics, and an alien language. He read the English. It read:    
      
   Cairo, Egypt 1990. File 67760. Seth Dro, 24, dies in Egyptian pyramid    
      
   on January 7, 1990. He was found buried up to the ceiling in sand.    
      
   Later analysed by United States FBI agents ounces of oil were found    
      
   scattered within. No cause of the falling sand has been found.   
      
   Marked-Accident   
      
   Alex read the next news clipping below:   
      
   June 7, 1990. File 67760. Seth Dro's body goes missing from mourge in    
      
   Washigton D.C.   
      
   Marked-Unasolved   
      
   Alex skipped down. There were two more occurences at the same place on    
      
   the same date on different years. Alex took the file and put away the    
      
   rest. This was important...   
      
   -X-   
      
   Scully and Doggett sat in the basement of the FBI building. They did    
      
   their best to rebuild their office. Then Alex came rushing in. "Look    
      
   at this." He walked over and placed the opened file and the headline    
      
   of yesterday's paper on the desk. "Look, in 1990 a man died and six    
      
   months later his body disappears. Then the next year the exact same    
      
   thing happened. And again the next year. Now, i think it is happening    
      
   again." The headline of the paper read "Man Dies, Buried in Oil and    
      
   Sand"...   
      
   -X-   
      
   Mulder climbed atop a hill to rest after the fire and was surprised by    
      
   company. He saw two men a couple yards away. He began to walk toward    
      
   them...   
      
   -X-   
      
   X came to next to Alex Krycek.    
      
   "Krycek!" He rolled to his feet. "You    
      
   are dead."    
      
   "I'm here aren't I."    
      
   "I didn't kill him, Deep Throat."    
      
   "I know," Alex said. "I did." Then he turned...   
      
   -X-   
      
   One man turned as Mulder came closer. The man fumbled for something in    
      
   his coat pocket and brought out a gun...   
      
   -X-   
      
   "Now look who it is, Mulder. You too should have died a long time    
      
   ago." Krycok slipped his finger over the trigger as Mulder drew his    
      
   gun as well. Krycek closed his right eye to aim and shot...   
      
   -X-   
      
   Mulder took out his gun as he saw the man point his gun at him. The    
      
   man shot as Mulder held up his gun. Mulder hesitated before shooting.    
      
   The mans' bullet wizzed past Mulder's head as he jumped at the last    
      
   second. Mulder's bullet hit the man in the shoulder. The man slumped    
      
   down and Mulder shot again...   
      
   -X-   
      
   Krycek swore as pain shot down his arm. He lifted his gun in one hand    
      
   at Mulder. "Ah Shit." He said as another bullet came at him. He shot    
      
   at Mulder one more time before the bullet hit him square in the chest.    
      
   A blood stain grew on his shirt as he started breathing irregualarly.    
      
   He fell to the ground and lay limp...   
      
   -X-   
      
   The bullet came at Mulder before he knew what hit him. He fell on the    
      
   ground and looked down. His shirt was bloody and his vision was    
      
   distorting. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes...   
      
   -X-   
      
      
      
      
      
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