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From: gyrfalcon@delphi.com (Gerri Oliver)
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Subject: Trailer Park - second half
Date: 20 Feb 1995 06:07:57 GMT
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Here are the rest of the unusual vignettes by Fikshun of the AOL E-Mail
X-Creative Club.  All comments to the author, please.                 G.
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XF FanFic
by: Fikshun@aol.com
(AKA Brian Suyat)
1/26/95

******* THE X-FILES TRAILER PARK 2..............

Based on characters owned by Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions and
Fox Broadcasting.  Used without permission, so if they ask where you got
it, deny everything.  Copyrighted by me, I wrote it and I got the copy
to prove it.

This is a set of, if they were shown on TV, trailers that are supposed
to get you hyped about watching the show.  You know, high tension and
action where maybe one of the characters gets mortally wounded, but you
know that won't happen because this week is a rerun anyway.  So, here
are my trailers, to be incorporated into a story at some time.  I just
think its more fun to work on action rather than actually trying to set
up plot, development, motivation, etc.

E-me if you think one of these will make a good story some day.


TRAILER 004

  Scully was slammed into Mulder's side as water washed in through the
broken window on her and the passenger seat.  Mulder fought to keep
control of the vehicle as it fishtailed around a corner restaurant.  The
tail end struck a light pole on the left side of the street smashing a
paper box of the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.
  An Asian man ran out of a Vietnamese restaurant ranting and waving a pot.
Another man threw a pan of hot oil on the car.  The windshield was set
afire and the stench of strange vegetables and scented oils blew through
the car's vents.
  Mulder shoved the shifter into first gear.  He slammed on the gas and the
Goodyear Aquatreads of the '95 Saturn spun and sprayed water on the
Vietnamese cooks and quite a few of their patrons.  Mulder pointed the
vehicle straight across the path of the 72 bus.  He narrowly edged out a
red BMW driven by four Koreans.  He waved his hand at them as they
reluctantly gave way.
  Scully squinted her eyes and peered into the rain darkened day.  She
put her hands on the dashboard to get closer the window and maybe be able
to see around the flames that still licked at the wipers.  Most of the
rubber had been burnt off of the one on her side.
  Scully spotted them as they made a left on the next street.
  "Turn at that bank!" she cried.
  "Which one?" Mulder asked while laying on the horn.  Two teenagers jumped
back on the curb from the crosswalk.  "The SeaFirst or the BofA?"
  "Just turn," Scully leaned on him and pushed the wheel to the left,
"Now! Dammit!"
  Scully was thrown back onto her side of the car as Mulder pulled the
little black Saturn out of its fishtailing.  He grit his teeth and shoved
the car into third.  Scully wiped rain out of her hair and rolled down the
window so she wouldn't get cut should she be thrown clear during an
accident.
  The four cylinder engine raced as it hydroplaned in a dip in the road.
Mulder hit his head and he grabbed it with his right hand.  Squinting with
the pain.  A piece of the overhead light fell on Scully arm as she grabbed
the wheel again.  This time to pull the car right and away from a white
delivery van.
  They continued down the hill.  Bits of Scully's side mirror tore off as
the slid through a curve under the highway and hit the wall.  Mulder
downshifted to get the car under control.  The car growled as it climbed
out of the underpass.  The green Taurus they hoped to catch barreled down
on them and passed them on the left.
  Mulder slammed the brake and spun the wheel.  The little car was put into
a spin.  Once, twice, Scully counted until her side hopped the curb and it
was pointed at the rear of the Taurus.
  The prey had somehow switched lanes after passing the agents and were now
headed into a residential area.  Mulder revved the car up and pulled out to
pursue.  One hand on the horn, the other waving out the window to stop
oncoming traffic.  Scully had grabbed the wheel to help with Mulder's
horn-steering technique.
  They followed the Taurus, the driver obviously knowing the terrain much
better than the out of town agents.  The Taurus weaved left and right
through tight neighborhood streets.  People jumped off the sidewalk and
onto porches.  A bicyclist ditched his ride for the safety of a garbage
pile.  Some residents even threw umbrellas.
  Scully was on the phone trying to relay their position to the local
police and advising them not to shoot the black Saturn as it sped through
city streets.  She couldn't quite pinpoint their location because the
streets signs that weren't vandalized sped by too fast.
  Suddenly, a normally quiet street emerged onto a main road. "We are on
a road and it turns into a bridge," Mulder heard Scully saying.
  The Taurus slid to the far left lane.  A bus got between him and Mulder
who was stuck in the right lane.  Mulder laid on the gas expecting the car
to make a run while the agents were locked down.
  The Taurus didn't disappoint.  Mulder saw it slip in and out of the
little cracks that traffic has.  They hit a section of bridge that just
steel with no asphalt.  Mulder figured he could get some good traction
here without the puddles, but small imperfections in the Saturn's suspension
proved to be difficult to control.  Besides, a gray Beetle was blocking
them from the front.
  Mulder braked and slipped behind the bus.  He waved a Sentra back and
got himself wedged into the left lane.  Scully hung her head out the window
trying to catch a glimpse of the Taurus.
  Mulder grabbed the waist of her jeans and tugged her inside.  Scully
bumped her head on the way in and had her eyes closed as the Saturn nicked
the side of the bus when Mulder swerved to miss a piece of tire.
  The lane seemed mostly clear ahead.  As long as some yahoo doesn't cut
out from in front of the bus, Mulder felt he wouldn't rear end anyone as
he screeched into acceleration mode.  He pushed behind a Limo and an old
Coronet all the way to the far right lane.  Scully was pointing and yelling
about something, but Mulder couldn't hear when her voice was lost in the
fierce wind and rain.
  She couldn't quite reach the steering wheel from her position; although,
she tried.  Mulder took this to mean that he should pull off on the next
exit.  He spotted the Taurus wedged between two busses.  It had slowed to
squeeze around traffic and make the sharp turn into the transit station.
Mulder figured it was time to check out four-wheel mode bumping the little
car over a meridian and between the 151 and the 67.  He cut out around the
busses as they slowed for his horn.  He raced the engine trying to catch
up with the Taurus as it was already pushing its way through the transit
Tunnel.
  They ran over light rail tracks and speed buttons, but the speedometer
didn't dip below sixty two miles per hour until they emerged from the tunnel
and had to turn a hard right.  A car going about the same speed bumped them
from Mulder's side.  Mulder gave them the finger before he realized that it
was a local cop here to help with the chase.
  He gave a wan smile as the cars blew through a red light.  The blaring
siren sure helped to clear traffic.  The Taurus took this opportunity to
go even faster.  It was even helped out by the downhill slope.
  Scully could see that off to her right there was another cop car
paralleling them on the next street over.  A right turn would cut the
Taurus off.  The driver must have figured that would happened because it
seemed that only this street carried on through past the museum.  The right
car had to slow down for an adult book store.
  The nearest cop car was sitting on Mulder's left rear bumper.  Clearly,
he wanted to take the lead, but Mulder hadn't heeded yet.  He even gained
a little coming through the last intersection.  The Saturn landed not too
badly, the pursuing Crown Vic smashed up its from end a little too much
and suddenly veered of into an art store combination Espresso bar.
  The Taurus raced over the railroad tracks at the bottom of the hill.
Mulder followed suit.  Scully felt that that might be the last set of bumps
this car could handle.  It seemed to be riding a little lower on her side.
  The piers whizzed by on Scully's side.  She noticed they were somewhere
in the 50's section when the Taurus pulled a hard right into a load of
parked cars.  Mulder braked hard and lost control.  The back end swung
around on his side and they were given a front row seat as their criminal
leapt from his car.
  The wheels grabbed in the rail grooves of the trolley car.  It snapped
off the rear wheel on Scully's side and brought the car to a violent halt.
  Mulder jumped out on his side and gave chase on foot.  Finding that her
door wouldn't open, Scully had to exit from Mulder's side also.  She reached
back to grab the gun she had dropped, and the cell phone.  She ranted at
the dispatcher that they were now at the ferry dock.  Down the road, she
could see that backup was arriving already.
  Scully vaulted over a railing waving her gun and the phone.  Her hands
were too full to dig out her badge.  People noticed the dark blue
windbreaker and baseball cap she was wearing.  Both had "FBI" stenciled
in big yellow letters.
  She hopped onto the hood of a blue Mercedes.  The driver yelled and
shook his fist from the safety inside his precious car.  Scully's white
Keds grabbed traction a lot better than she hoped as she vaulted to the
trunk of an old green Maverick.  Scully saw ahead where Mulder was chasing
a blond man up and around a red pickup.
  Her thick, red ponytail slapped her in the face with water and gunk as
she scanned behind her to see the police backup screeching to a halt.  One
cop stopped to touch the hood of the decrepit black Saturn before he dashed
into the still ferry traffic.
  Scully hopped two across the tops of two cars before leaping over a chain
that kept the cars off of the sidewalk.  She sprinted past the toll booths
and their confused occupants.  She got onto the exit side of the lot which
was devoid of traffic.  Scully heard the horns of the departing ferry.
She poured on the speed to catch up.
  Mulder reached the edge of traffic just as the escaping criminal.  He was
two lanes over however, and quite a lot of ground needed to be covered
before he would catch this guy.
  The man grabbed on of the dock workers and tossed him aside.  He jumped
onto the boat and waved to Mulder as the gap between the ferry and the dock
widened.
  Mulder slipped a bit trying to gain speed to catch up.  He saw the man
steeling himself like a linebacker ready for the hike.  Mulder had at least
a head height on him, but if Mulder jumped, he would be waiting on the other
side to easily deflect the agent and throw him in the drink.
  Scully called out, "Hey!" as she cleared the chains and the gap to the
ferry.  The man glanced at her, but figured to take care of Mulder first.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scully hurtle something at his head.
He stepped back to get out of its way taking his eyes off of Mulder long
enough for that agent to commit to a long jump record over water.
  Mulder landed and pushed the man into the back of a red Subaru.  The
smaller man pushed back and sent Mulder flailing back into the right
railing.  Mulder was winded and couldn't regain his balance.
  The man turned his attention to Scully who was racing toward him, gun
held forward and in both hands.  He pulled back for a good right swing as
soon as she got into range.
  Scully dropped down sliding on her knees across the wet deck.  The man
missed with his punch but Scully connected.  She swung her gun up and
bringing its barrel into the man's groin.  He doubled over close to
Scully.  Getting a foot under her to brace herself, Scully swung the gun
again.  This time it connected with the side of the man's face.  A soft
crack was heard and blood spurted from inside his mouth.
  Scully brought the gun to bear on the man while he moaned in pain on the
rain-slicked deck.  She worked her jaw near a black and blue spot high on
her left cheek.  She spat out a bit of hair between breaths.
  
  
TRAILER 005

  (Inspired by landing at Seattle Intl. Airport with a heavy sinus cold.)
  
  Mulder could feel it as it tugged at his temples.  It felt as if the skin
on his skull was being pulled tight from the nape of his neck.  He squinted
his eyes against the strain, willing his head back into shape.
  His breathing became ragged, and he gritted his teeth to steel himself
against a renewed attack.  A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
He jerked his head to the left and then to the right trying to shake off
the feeling.
  The muscles in his shoulders and back tensed up.  His right arm was
struck with severe atrophy as all of the muscles tensed at once.  Tendons
and veins created sharp edges on his forearm.  He could feel his right side
going numb, but his fingertips felt like they were on fire.
  Mulder threw his head back as his back spasmed.  His molars chattered
together then clenched tight.  They ground against each other making eerie
scraping noised is the back of his head.  A small cavity in one of his
lower teeth began to ache uncontrollably.  The pain rocketed through his
face and into his eye.
  He slammed the right eye shut to keep it from bulging out of its socket.
It felt large and bloated.  He tried to push it in with the palm of his
right hand, but it still was not working properly.  He jammed his cheek
and bloodied the inside of his mouth.
  Mulder dug his nails into his forehead and temple.  Clawing and
scratching, he hoped to spread the pain.  It pierced him in the corner of
his eye and he began to leak tears.  He thrashed his head tying to shake
free.
  Mulder thought to himself, fighting to get control of the situation.
He had to get calm.  Breathing, that was the key.  Slow, in out.  Let go
of the pain, and think of nice thoughts.  He drifted a bit and got his
mouth to relax a little.
  The pain suddenly shifted sides and attacked his left eye.  The throbbing
raced back and forth across his skull in a secret tunnel.  It rumbled and
tried to steal his attention.  He couldn't keep control.
  In his mind, he could feel doors slamming shut.  He had to keep stray
thoughts in check, focus on control.  Deep in his skull he could feel it
pounding against a locked down thought.  A pain inside his head.
  It was like a cat clawing its way into his memories.  Bits and pieces of
his intellect were being scraped away.  The feeling terrorized him, and his
left arm spasmed with anxiety.
  He let it go.  What his body was doing were only symptoms.  He had to
treat the root cause.  He had to hold together his mind. The interlacings
of his mental network were being stripped away a strand at a time.
  He felt himself falling.  He tipped over and exerted a small portion of
his will.  His decent slowed and instead he started to float downward.
  There ahead he saw it.  A red and black shape pulling at his mind's
fabric.  Chewing on the tasty bits of his brain.  Gnawing a small passage
to the inner depths of Mulder's mind.
  It didn't see him as he floated nearer.  He felt a whooshing from behind.
A gap had been opened and he was being sucked into the glowing blob.  He
tried to swim upstream, but the currents were too strong.  He whirled about
and ended up sprawling headfirst into the strange creature that was tearing
apart his brain.
  He struck it with a strange explosion.  Light erupted into his sight.
He was blinded and couldn't see, couldn't feel where he was or what was
happening.  He was falling uncontrollably, swirling around.  There was no
wind, no sense of movement, but he knew what was happening.
  His hand clenched around something.  It was soft and without shape, but
it had a definite substance.  Mulder hugged it to himself and wrapped his
legs up tight.
  Forces outside of him tugged and pulled, but Mulder would not budge.
He felt tossed about and then suddenly he was cast away.  He felt himself
flying upward.  He figured it was up and that was that.
  He heard muffled sounds.  Rumblings that couldn't quite be identified.
He started to feel distinguishable body parts.  His eyes hurt, and the skin
was pulled tight around his skull.  Once he was aware of the pain he held
his breath to try to find the source.  The sharp pain in his eye didn't
register.  He loosened his eyelids, and they fluttered open.  Relaxation
flowed from his neck down.
  Mulder clenched and unclenched his hands.  They worked properly.  He
dropped his head back and breathed easy.  His legs stretched out, and one
of his knees popped.
  Something cut into his left hand and he looked into it.  A small,
crumpled photo of him and his sister unfurled in his hand.  It fell onto
the floor beside his couch.
  A metronome on the table ticked steadily at sixty-six beats per minute.
  

TRAILER 006

  Scully stood on the ice hunching her shoulders against the icy cold wind.
She could see her breath in heavy clouds before her.  It lingered long and
seems to freeze in the very air.  She pushed the sleeve up on her heavy
coat to reveal a digital watch.  The temperature scale showed her body temp
to be 97 and the outside air around -12.
  Mulder picked his way around the local fishermen in his Sorrels.  He came
up to Scully filling the air around her with freezing breath.
  "The locals say he should be around here," Mulder told Scully.
  Scully looked out around the frozen lake.  Roads and bridges had been
set up so that a vast collection of ice shanties could be transported onto
the ice.  A makeshift city had been born the week before.  It would last
until just before the thaw.
  Many of the abodes were merely old station wagons with a hole cut in the
floor board.  Some were full fledges cabins drug onto the ice for the few
weeks of fishing.  Mulder had just come out of a quite large structure,
maybe big enough for six people.  It sold bait and beer and maybe some
other stuff, but that's all that Scully could smell from here.
  People walked around, they talked up their own personal fish stories and,
mostly, they drank beer while laughing.  The two agents looked definitely
out of place even though they were wearing heavy coats over red flannel.
The agents just had that look and act about them.
  Scully's visible apprehension to being on the ice was probably the
biggest tip off.  She spent a lot of time checking the ice and looking
for cracks to tell her how thick was the ice right where they stood.
Mulder tried to move her along quickly, and keep her distracted from
imminent doom.
  "I really don't like the water," Scully said.
  "That's OK, this place is mostly ice," Mulder answered.
  "Frost bite and hypothermia.  Those are my watch words today."
  Mulder led them onto a main road.  Three snowmobiles passed them going
at a decently slow residential pace.  Off in the distance, a group of fast
riders ran around the ice.
  "We won't be out here long.  The guy said about half a klik and make a
right at the camper sitting next to a low riding Chevelle."  Mulder
reassured her.
  Scully just looked at him trying to convey her simultaneous confusion
and curiosity about this place.  It was kind of weird, being on the ice in
danger and all and around all these partly insane thrill-seekers.  Yet,
it had a done home feel that she couldn't ignore.
  They walked along in silence.  Scully occasionally hugging herself to
keep warm and glancing about in wonder.  Mulder kept pace with his thoughts
to himself.  The place held a similar level of curiosity for him, but he
wasn't real keen on showing it.  He took it at face value that there were
quite a few things people did for fun.  Not all of them appealed to
DC-bound field agents.
  Mulder pointed out the camper and Chevelle.  They turned right and
stopped a man sitting at an old Coleman gas stove.
  Mulder held out a photograph.  "Have you seen this man around here?"
he asked.
  The man squinted and through thick glasses.  He looked down at the fish
in his frying pan and decided to pour a little more Miller on it.  It
steamed up into his face and he smiled.
  "Ayuh," he said still tending to his fish. "'Bout three doors down
there."  He pointed with his long cooking fork past a pickup with two
shivering figures in it to a small shack.
  Mulder thanked him.  Scully said, "Smells good," and gave the man a wan
smile.  She hurried to catch up with her partner.
  The cabin was made of brown-stained wood.  The front door had a painted
relief of ducks in a pond with a fish swimming under it.  There was a
flickering light coming from the cracks in the door and the faint sound of
shuffling could be heard inside.
  Mulder knocked on the door.  "Mr. Johnson?" he called.
  "C'mon in Mr. FBI man.  And bring your pretty little sister wit' cha."
the voice from within called.
  Mulder and Scully exchanged looks.  They drew out their weapons and
Mulder pushed the door open.
  Johnson sat on a short wooden stool.  Bits of fishing gear were strewn
about the shack.  A big hole open to the ice was centered on the floor.
Scully guessed the ice to be about a foot and a half thick around here.
A CB radio squawked on a little table off to the side by Mulder.
  "Well, well, well.  So ya's tracked me down, eh?"  Johnson gave them a
wide tooth-missing smile.  "I ain't go'in peacefully."
  Mulder nodded at him, not ready to say anything.  He looked closely at
the object in the man's hand.  It looked like two red tubes tided together.
On shorter than the other.  There was a small plastic cap on top of the
longer one and a bit of fuse on the shorter one.
  Johnson saw the agent eyeing his instrument.  "I usually save these for
fishing in the summer time, but since this bein' a special occasion and
all..."
  Scully's eyes went wide as her attention was drawn from the surroundings
to the object.  She immediately noted that it was a flare with about a half
stick of dynamite strapped to it.  Her gun immediately went up and took
aim at the man's head.
  Mulder measured the room.  The only way to Johnson was over the big
hole, and Mulder didn't like ice swimming about as much as Scully didn't
like it.  He noted, also, that Johnson strategically held the little bomb
with the cap end down.  Johnson could strike it even after he died by
Scully's hand.
  "Easy there," Mulder started with his hand low and wide.  "We just want
to talk."
  "Ah, there's no time for talk cousin," Johnson replied.
  Johnson pulled a rope from behind him.  A load of pots and pans fell from
the ceiling above Mulder and Scully striking each in the skull at least
twice.  Mulder fell to the ground trying to steady a shot at Johnson.
Johnson struck the flare against his table blinding Mulder.
  Scully scrambled for the gun she dropped.  "Oh, Dana," Johnson cooed.
She looked up at him and he grinned at her.  "Remember me for old times
sake."
  Johnson dropped the flare in the water with a dramatic flourish.  He then
turned and busted through the rear wall.
  Scully grabbed Mulder by the back of the coat.  He was shaking his head
to clear the spots from his eyes.  They looked into the hole.  The
magnesium fire of the flare sank slowly down.  Mulder hoped they had
longer than he guessed.
  The agents burst from Johnson's shack.  Scully immediate ran around
back to see if she could catch sight of Johnson, but there were no tracks
and no witnesses.
  Mulder fired three shots in the air.  "Federal Agents!" he bellowed.
"Everybody, get the FUCK outta here!!"
  One young man pulled his rifle out to protect himself from the madman.
Mulder immediately leveled his pistol on the man.
  "I said... MOVE, jackass."  Fire in his eyes, Mulder succeeded in
persuading that young man and many of the other people who had been
a little ambivalent at his rantings.
  People started to pick up their stuff and move out.  Some tried to start
their engines.  Mulder shot their tires and they got the hint.  Scully was
busy herding a family with four children away when she felt a tremor like a
minor earthquake.
  Water shot up from the fishing holes and a rumbling could be felt in the
ice.  Ahead of her, Scully saw the ice crack and her side sank a couple
inches.  One of the boys she was herding tripped over it.  She picked him
up by the arms, and he slipped a little deeper into his down lined jumpsuit.
Scully swung him and slid him across the ice, under the ropes marking
roadways, and to his parents.  They were looking back and yelling from
twenty feet ahead.
  She turned around to see Mulder slip, crack his head, and start to sink
lower than the horizon.
  "Oh, Jesus," Scully murmured.
  Scully grabbed the yellow rope pulling up some stakes in the process.
She wrapped it about herself three times then headed off toward the rolling
ice flows.  One end or the other had to be staked down pretty good.
  Scully traversed ten feet of ice before a piece popped up and tripped her.
She went sliding headfirst toward the water.  She grabbed one of the ropes
trailing off of her and tried pulling on it.  She got more and more of the
rope and it didn't seem to be getting taut.
  "Damn!" she muttered.
  She was now cold and wet up to her waist and this flow was rocking like
a sloop.  When her flow reached its apex, she jumped onto the next flow out.
It didn't teeter too much because there was a pickup holding it and two
other flows down.  Or rather, it sat on the intersection of a lot of cracks.
"Mulder!" she yelled.
  "Scully?!" came the answer to her right.
  Scully noticed a lumped up tent on a little flow.  It then occurred to
her that it became that way because Agent Mulder had gotten himself wrapped
up in it.  Scully carefully made her way to the edge of her patch of ice.
She set her feet and leapt across.  The rope tightened up mid-flight and
she was yanked down on her hands and out of breath.
  A volley of expletives she didn't remember learning escaped her bruised
lips.  She rolled out of the rope, but hung onto it as she inched her way
to Mulder position.  Every so often, she felt a tug on the rope.
  "Wait, wait!!" she called behind her.  The tugging ceased so she could
get to Mulder.  "Here, take this," she offered the rope.
  "Thanks, I always wanted one of these.  It'll go good with the rest of
my 'ropes for special occasions'."
  Scully helped Mulder tie the rope around himself.  She then looped it
around her own waist.
  She called to the shore and the two agents started to slide across the
ice.
  "Scully," Mulder started. "I don't like this place either."

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