From: Katvictory57@aol.com   
      
   TITLE: This Could Be Heaven Or This Could Be Hell Post 6 of 6   
   AUTHOR: Katvictory   
   RATING: I'd go NC17. Some nasty words. Violence.   
   CATEGORY: X-File, Angst, Alternate Universe, MT   
   SPOILERS: Clear up to "The Unnatural."   
   SUMMARY: Set in the "Into The Mystic" universe. Mulder's and Scully's   
   manhunt for a body swapping serial killer leads them to El Cajon,   
   California and a whole lotta trouble.   
   DISCLAIMERS: You know the drill -- Mr. Carter owns these people. He   
   owns the universe where they live. I expect no money. The song lyrics   
   quoted by Mulder ad nauseam are from "Hotel California" by Eagles   
   Frye and Henley. The lyrics Mulder sings to Scully are from "Only The   
   Good Die Young" by Billy Joel. I offer these artists the same   
   assurances I do Mr. Carter. I make no claim of ownership and expect   
   no money.   
   THANK YOU: So many to thank: Roda93, Idigomuse & Mori who rolled up   
   their sleeves and got their hands dirty doing the hard part, making   
   me a little less ignorant. And again, to Amy, Indi, Mori, Rae,   
   Laurie -- special people who encourage, badger, read, edit, burp me,   
   change me, and are my friends. Thank you!   
   This story is dedicated to Wong and Morgan, El Cajon Valley High   
   School Class of 1979. That's what hooked me on X-Files, learning that   
   we all attended ECVHS. The El Cajon, CA portrayed in this story is   
   pure fantasy, memories of a misspent youth. No relation to any town,   
   living or dead.   
   FEEDBACK: Please! Katvictory57@aol.com   
   Katvictory ECVHS Class of 1975   
   Go Braves!!!   
      
   "They Stab It With Their Steely Knives, But They Just Can't Kill The   
   Beast"   
      
   "Are you ready for this, Fox?" Karl Nix asked, warmly smoothing Dana   
   Scully's skin. The hand strayed down to the wine colored lace   
   panties, and gently cupped the soft springy triangle of curls that   
   lay beneath the silk. "She wants to call you Fox. Now, why don't you   
   let her?'   
   "No," Mulder cried. He felt his control slipping further. *Stall!   
   Think! DO SOMETHING!*   
   "No-o-o?" Nix peeled the silky briefs down, moving to flash the   
   auburn curls close to her partners face. "You know you want this."   
   "I only want to touch it," Mulder replied, straining against the   
   cuffs. "Just free my hands. That's all. Just one hand." His voice had   
   become a tortured plea that made Nix smile.   
   "Only one."   
   The voice that answered him was low and husky and Mulder wet his lips   
   in anticipation. Nix grabbed the keys to the handcuffs and quickly   
   released the agent's uninjured wrist, clipping the now-empty ring   
   back to the brass frame.   
   Nix stood, peeled the lacy silk under things down and moved to the   
   bed, lithely sliding up and slinging a leg over to straddle the prone   
   man. A greedy smiled played across her full sensual lips only to stop   
   when Mulder's fist connected against her sculpted jaw. Scully's body   
   tumbled off the bed as if axed, landing in a crumpled heap on the   
   floor.   
   Mulder gasped in pain as he half slid along with the woman off the   
   bed. Stretching, he grabbed the handcuff keys and quickly freed   
   himself. His wrist throbbed with a steady ache, and his fingertips   
   tingled as blood flowed back into them. Panting, the agent hoisted   
   himself up to free his bound ankles, then slumped down to sit beside   
   the still form of his partner.   
   He felt he was wasting precious moments resting, but knew if he   
   attempted to move before he got his bearings he most likely would   
   wind up on the floor beside Scully, unconscious. Mulder spotted   
   Scully's suit jacket tossed casually by the foot of the bed, and   
   cautiously reaching over his fallen friend, he grabbed it, breaking   
   into a slight grin at finding her cell phone. With a bit of   
   maneuvering, he hitched around to pluck the phone number Monsignor   
   Kieran had given him from his pants pocket and quickly requested the   
   priest's company. With a sigh, he let the machine clatter to the   
   floor, then spread the jacket across Dana's naked flesh. With a   
   protective hand resting on her hip, he propped up against the side of   
   the bed to wait for the cavalry.   
   ***************   
   "MULDER!"   
   The voice, was Monsignor Kieran's. Mulder struggled to his feet and   
   lurched to the door.   
   "In here," he yelled, not wanting to take his eyes or the gun off his   
   partner.   
   Kieran burst into the room. A few seconds passed as he took in the   
   scene -- the flickering candles, Scully's still, half nude form, and   
   Mulder. The priest let a low whistle pass between his teeth. "I   
   thought you looked rough at the church. She did all this to you?"   
   Mulder's smile died before it reached his eyes. His jaw throbbed in   
   time to his heart. "I taught her to swing a bat," he murmured through   
   clenched teeth.   
   "You did a damn fine job of it, too," Kieran said wryly, wincing at   
   the younger man's swollen, discolored face.   
   A low moan from the floor spurred the two into action.   
   "You get the cuffs; I wanna dress her, okay?" Mulder croaked, picking   
   up the woman's strewn clothing.   
   The monsignor nodded and followed the younger man's request, dropping   
   the silver metal 'jewelry' atop his worn, red and blue ECVHS Braves   
   duffle bag. "Where should we do it?" Kieran asked, leaning against   
   the hallway wall, keeping his eyes averted in order to afford the   
   couple a bit of privacy.   
   "Don't you guys normally do them in a bedroom?" Mulder asked,   
   finishing his chore, then bending to gather up his partner.   
   The priest slipped over to him and quickly hefted Scully's limp body   
   into his strong arms, knowing Mulder would be unable to carry her   
   with his injuries. He was given a tight smile of thanks.   
   "Not with those, we don't." Kieran nodded toward the reflective   
   surface of the ceiling. "It's supposed to be a place familiar to the   
   possessed. Looks like we're out of luck, there. I want her   
   restrained, how about if we 'cuff her to the kitchen table? I   
   remember Ruby had one.   
   Mulder shook his head, "I don't think the kitchen ... Ever   
   see 'Carrie?'"   
   Another moan issued from the possessed and the monsignor cut a   
   pleading eye to his assistant.   
   "Okay, let's use the dining room table," Mulder quickly suggested.   
   The exorcist and his assistant moved on to the large ornate dining   
   area. Mulder secured Scully's hands with the cuffs while the   
   monsignor readied his supplies and blessings, then placed each item   
   on the buffet server -- the crucifix, a candle on each side, a vial   
   of holy water and a prayer book.   
   The agent returned from the kitchen with a knife, and removing his   
   tie, fashioned bonds to secure Scully's ankles. It pained him to see   
   her -- it was her, now -- half asleep like she was, trussed spread-   
   eagle to the huge mahogany table. She was so small, so defenseless.   
   Mulder moved to smooth her damp hair from her face, but jumped away   
   when he was met by two hard, glittering orbs, full of dark   
   malevolence.   
   "They stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the   
   beast."   
   Nix struggled angrily against the restraints. "I'm gonna get that   
   knife and cut your fucking tongue out, you mother fucker, if you   
   don't STOP with that FUCKING SONG!"   
   "Yeah, and your mother sews socks that smell," Mulder muttered,   
      
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