Solo By: afg Rating: NC17 for graphic violence, sex and expletives. Category: Casefile, Scully/other, MSR Disclaimer: Not mine and no money is being made. Summary: While Mulder is suspended and on medical leave, Scully gets assigned to Violent Crimes. Thanks: To audu2, for giving her time and much needed skill, also to Xangel for help and encouragement For: The delightful AnubisKV5. See what your simple request has unleashed! Bet you're sorry now. Feedback: Would be lovely. siggy.63@btinternet.com Website: www.ofnoconsequence.com Notes: This story is set season 5 before 'Travellers' but it doesn't follow canon. Also there is graphic violence and extremely bad language right from the start. So, if that's not your cup of tea, then now is the time to hit the 'Back' button. ~oOo~ Solo Prologue Druid Hill Park. Baltimore. Maryland. 0200hrs "This is what it must feel like to take LSD," Tessa thought as she walked along the lakeshore path. The night sounds and the moon, glowing like a paper lantern above the trees, dribbled into her senses like crystal clear water. Never before had she been so aware of each moment as it passed. The heavy footfalls of her companion made a muffled sound on the damp earth. The noise of her own breathing sounded forced and harsh in her head; the prick of the knife at her spine, diamond sharp. "Where are we going?" she asked, attempting to turn to look at the man behind her. "Keep your eyes front and shut up." Tessa winced as the knife was poked, hard into her lower back. "Please, what do you want? If it's money, I can get you some, just tell me what you want." "I want you to shut the fuck up and keep walking." Tessa was finding it hard to catch a decent breath. Her respiration was so fast and shallow that she was in danger of hyperventilating. She knew she had to calm down; she had to think of some way to get away from this guy. What good were all those self-defense classes she'd taken last summer if she couldn't get away from a creep with a knife? She knew she had to grab any advantage but so far he hadn't given her any or, if he had, she'd been so mentally paralyzed that she had missed them. . "Stop right here." "Look, wait, can't you just talk to me...please, just talk to me. You don't have to do this." Tessa was panting as if she'd run a marathon. He was going to rape her; she knew it. "Oh, now you want to talk to me, you should have thought of that earlier you stupid bitch." "What?...I don't underst..." "Shut up and kneel down." Tessa knew that this was her last chance; she had to get away right now, because if he got her on the ground it would be all over. She willed herself to breathe slowly, to calm down. She felt the muscles in her legs tighten in readiness to run. The earth was soft beneath her cheek. She wasn't totally clear on how she had come to be lying prostrate on the damp ground, but the back of her neck and head pounded as though she'd been hit with a wrench. She tried to push herself up with her arms but they wouldn't cooperate and she just ended up flopping about like a beached fish. Strong hands gripped her shoulders and rolled her onto her back. She looked up, but it was as though she was seeing everything through a long tunnel and, at the end of the tunnel there was him. "It's you." She heard herself say. "Yes, cunt. It's me." She heard his voice; it sounded a very long way off. Then came a faint ripping noise and, before she could protest, thick tape was being laid over her mouth and smoothed down roughly. She was rolled to her stomach, her useless arms dragged behind her and her wrists taped together. Her hands quickly felt bloated with trapped blood. Once again she was flipped onto her back, her hands trapped, painfully underneath her. "Does that hurt, cunt?" Not wanting to anger him she nodded her head. Her body was starting to wake up, though her head still throbbed. Despite her position, there was still a part of her that believed she might escape, that this sort of thing could not possibly happen to her. "Good." Oh, God. She was going to die. His words, but even more so, his eyes told her as much; how could one man look so different. Earlier he'd smiled at her, she'd even thought he was quite charming. Certainly he had been good looking, but now he barely looked human, he looked at her with eyes that were dark and empty and colder than death. "You should have let me buy you that drink shouldn't you, bitch?" Tessa felt tears coming, it was making it hard for her to breathe, her nose was feeling blocked. She shook her head, not at his words, but at her the utter wrongness of her situation. She felt his hot breath on her face as he straddled her thighs and bent down close. He smelled nice, spicy and pleasantly warm. Not a hint of sulphur. "No's not a word we say around here, cunt." She watched as his eyes roamed her body, his hands following the path his eyes had prepared. He squeezed her throat, and for a second she thought he was going to strangle her, but then he trailed his hands further down and palmed her breasts. His eyes had glazed over with his arousal, and she knew she could to nothing to stop him from raping her on this loamy moonlit path. She was whimpering now. He stopped; he took his hands off her and seemed to wake up. "I'd like to fuck you, but I shan't." Tessa wanted so much to believe he wouldn't hurt her, but she knew she would just be deluding herself. Hope is a cruel companion to the truly hopeless. She tried to block out the knife as he showed it to her, waving it slowly back and forth, close to her eyes. She tried very hard to see other things, she tried to imagine her children, all sitting in neat rows waiting for her to begin the lesson. She tried to see their faces; Keith, with his sandy hair and freckles, Beth and her retainer, which the eleven year old hated so much. In the end, the silver sheen of the knife blotted out everything; it was all she could see. The hand holding the knife was unnaturally pale, until she realised that he was wearing gloves. Latex gloves, the kind doctors wear. He kept the knife in front of her eyes as his other hand undid the buttons on her blouse. "Do you see it, bitch?" She didn't see any point in responding to his question until he pressed the tip of the knife against the delicate skin of her lower eyelid, she could feel the blood run down the side of her face and trickle behind her ear. "Answer me, cunt. Do you see it?" Tessa nodded her head jerkily, moaning against the tape across her mouth. Seemingly satisfied, he lowered the knife and using both hands he pulled the sides of her blouse apart exposing her stomach and breasts. "Girls night out, eh?" Tessa cringed as she felt a rubbery finger run along the elastic underside of her plain, white cotton bra. "I asked you a question, bitch" The knife appeared once again, and hovered over her face. She nodded again. Hating him now for reducing her to this cringing, nodding thing. "Don't ignore me, don't ever ignore me." She watched as something almost childlike appeared in his eyes, before being sucked back down, into the void of his pupils. The knife disappeared from her line of sight and she sighed in relief. "I'm going to make you look like nothing on earth, bitch. No one who sees what I've done will ever forget you." Tessa detected a slight note of wistfulness in his voice, almost as though he envied her. It was the last coherent thought she had as she suddenly felt his gloved finger trace a horizontal line low on her stomach which was swiftly followed by pain so pure that she couldn't even scream. She could hear grunting, she thought it might be her, but then she realised that it was him making the noise. She could feel the knife cutting through layers of skin, muscle and fat, she was breathing so hard and fast through her nose that it sounded like one long inhalation. Flashes of light sparkled behind her screwed up eyelids as scalding tears ran down into her hair. She started to groan behind her sealed lips, like a woman in labor. As she felt his hands, deep inside her, sliding amongst her slippery flesh. "Open your eyes, cunt." Tessa heard his voice through the noise of her agony. She didn't want to obey, but as if, of their own accord, her burning eyes opened. Glistening blue-grey coils, dripping scarlet met her, it took her a moment to understand what she was seeing. "Don't they look pretty, bitch?" He seemed to understand that she wasn't capable of answering him as she felt the hot slick wetness placed carefully on her chest. She was starting to feel cold, very cold but she didn't mind because it seemed to be numbing the pain. She could hear her breath coming fast and shallow. Tessa wanted her mother, she longed for her in a way that she hadn't since she had been a child. She felt like a small child right now, completely certain of the monsters under the bed. "You dying on me, bitch?" His face appeared as if suspended above her eyes. But it was blurred and his features indistinct. Her eyes lifted to the moon, which seemed to be getting bigger and more luminous as it dripped its light down on her like honey. She listened to her heart stutter; the pain was a distant thing now, not worth thinking about. She wanted him to go away and leave her to listen to her own breathing and to look at the light but he kept talking. She could hear his voice as a faint buzz, like an elusive mosquito that she couldn't slap away...She felt her heart flutter like leaves in the wind...when did the moon get so bright? He sat back on his heels, his body hot and humming with tension. It had been a little too quick; he must have nicked an artery. She had been good though, very satisfying. In fact the whole thing had gone very well. He allowed himself to bask in his success for a few moments longer. He had work to do, he couldn't relax yet. He wanted to arrange her just right. There was the clean up too. Once all that was finished he could go and wind down. The coppery smell of blood filled his senses and he smiled as he set to work.