Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Written by: Joan Cimyotte
E-mail address: email@example.com
Time: present 2010-2012
Summery: The search is on for Mulder and Scully who have not been seen in a few years. Agent
Doggett finds William’s uncle to take the boy in and vows to him he will find his parents. And the old threat of alien invasion has turned into a plague.
Title: NO PLACE ON EARTH
Disclaimer: The category is relationships because it is how the characters are related embedded in the mythology of the XFiles. This is how I think the feature film FX3 should continue after “William Story”. This would be maybe the first forty minutes into the movie. I am following story line elements and characters created by Chris Carter and The X Files series.
There is a jungle next to a beach that is surrounded by cliffs. The sedimentary rock has layers of magnetite, shale and red sandstone. A warm breeze blows the palm trees slightly to the south. This small island off the Northern coast of Australia is watched over by Simon. He is a hermit like sixty year old aboriginal keeper of the knowledge. He is the last of his people with the ways of the ancient ones. The American couple had asked him if it was okay to live on a corner of his paradise in exchange for medical help for his family.
The doctor was sleeping on a woven carpet oblivious to any worries. It had been a peaceful interlude to the darkness that had befallen them. Every day seemed calm and placid. Her American husband was fishing with a spear how Simon had taught him. He carried with him a wooden boomerang Simon had given him and it stuck out his back pocket. When a fish was caught, dinner was served. Simon would sometimes bring by a cache of sinsemilla for his guest to enjoy in the finely carved pipe he gave them. He and Simon would spend after dinner hours sometimes practicing the correct boomerang throw. Simon even told him his throw was getting good.
“What are these white spots on my boomerang? I always see that.” Mulder refereed to the tiny dots painted neatly on his boomerang.
“Those is the lights.” Simon said. He had his eyes focused on something in the direction of the sleeping doctor. He had taken a fierce warrior stance all of a sudden and was stalking something crawling. It was a very large black spider the size of a fist marching it’s way towards Scully.
She woke up startled to hear her name called in that tone. The tone she used to hear. Her eyes focussed quickly on the arachnid monster that was nearly a foot away from her. Before she could move Simon’s boomerang had whacked it perfectly into a disgusting mush.
What they did not notice was way up in the clear blue sky was a boomerang shaped flying vessel barely visible to the naked eye.
The doorbell was ringing. Bill Scully came to the door wiping his face with his napkin as his dinner was being interrupted. He looked through the glass to see a man in a suit and a boy. He could tell it was FBI. He opened the door.
Agent Dogged flashed his badge and identified himself. “I’m Agent Dogged with the FBI.”
“Yes?” His eyes met the boy’s eyes. Bill knew instantly who this boy was. It was like the agent did not have to say it. His heart instantly melted.
“This is...” Doggett started to say.
“William?” He opened the door to allow the agent and the boy to come in. “Annie! Come in here.” He called his wife from the kitchen.
“What is it, hon?” She stopped in her tracks when she saw the boy.
Bill’s children came into the room; first was his eighteen year old son and then his fourteen year old daughter Melissa came in the hallway. William was struck by her appearance because the girl so resembled his memory of his mother. Melissa had beautiful emerald eyes and striking red hair. William’s face went pale when he saw her.
“This is William.” Big burly Bill had tears in his eyes.
Annie came up to William and hugged him. He stood there flatly unemotional staring at Melissa. Annie was overcome with emotion.
“William. Oh you poor dear.” She looked up at her husband.
The questions in Bill’s mind were boiling over. “Annie, see if William would like something to eat. I need to talk to the agent.”
Melissa took his hand and led the way back to the kitchen.
Bill escorted Agent Doggett into his office.
“You can understand that I have a lot of questions, Agent Doggett”
“We all have questions Mr. Scully.”
“Can you tell me where my sister is?” The anger and resentment he had for William’s father rose in his blood. “She’s missing and I don’t even know if she’s alive. She would go to the ends of the earth for that man even when he asks her to go through hell.”
Agent Doggett had sympathy for Scully’s brother as he listened to Bill’s tirade.
“And they do it all for what?”
Doggett knew he was going to say “aliens.” He also knew everything former Agent Mulder had been chasing was all true. He never wanted to believe it but when he saw it with his own eyes, he knew it was all true. There was a war waging. This was a serious war. And the enemy was here to take the world.
“Now, Mr. Scully I know you don’t want to hear this but the thing Mulder was chasing was very much real. The thing that killed this boy’s parents is here and it’s real. The boy saw what they did to his parents. We think he is in danger.”
Doggett was stern and serious.
“From the very thing that forced Dana to give him up. They want him.”
“Why? I don’t understand this nonsense.”
“We don’t really know. The boy is a gifted child intelligently. But there are plenty of “gifted” children out there. When we called you, every thing about this boy checks out normal. There is nothing out of the ordinary about him.”
“This all sounds like such crap. Mulder’s ruined all of you with his crap.”
Doggett scratched his hair and shook his head somewhat frustrated there was no getting through to Dana’s brother. What had she told him about what happened to Mulder? Bill Scully only knew that Mulder claimed to have been abducted by space aliens and he remembered his sister mourned his death. And then he wasn’t dead. And then he left his sister unwed and alone with a baby. He knew nothing of the battles that were waged and how Mulder had figured out how to fight the super soldiers. And how that war was won was something the public never even knew about. That was only one battle. The menace had not been conquered, only slowed.
“What we have here is a child who survived a traumatic event. They thought it would be best if he could see his relatives before we take him back.”
“What do you mean take him back?”
“We feel that William is in eminent danger. They killed his parents.”
“The alien hybrid super soldiers.”
“What? How am I supposed to believe this crap.”
Doggett stayed cool. “Alright. Let’s just say someone or something is out to get William. We don’t know why. He managed to escaped the killers. They can find him as easily as I have found you.”
Bill thought about that statement for a few minutes. It was not that hard to connect the dots. He also did not want to let the boy go.
“Right now, Mr. Scully, your whole family is in danger. We have already taken your mother into protective custody.”
“She understands the danger. She wrote you a letter.” Doggett reached into his jacket and retrieved a handwritten note from Scully’s mother.
Bill took the letter from Doggett’s hand and tore open the envelope.
“Dear Bill, There are things you may not understand when you meet with the agent. It is very important that you listen to him. I fear that all of us are in danger. There are forces out there that are trying to destroy us. We have an obligation to protect William. I urge you to take the agent’s advice and take your family to safety. William needs us right now, but we need to be able to protect him. This is why I put my trust in Agent Doggett. We will all be together soon. Love, your Mother.”
Meanwhile on the small Island off the northern coast of Australia;
Dr. Scully was walking up the path to the place she was calling home. She was coming back from checking on Simon’s mother who had been ill. It was a half a mile trek that she always enjoyed. The walking gave her moments to reflect. This would be almost a perfect paradise if only she could see her son. Just to know he was alive and happy would be all she would need.
She looked at the jungle fauna noticing budgie parakeets squawking suddenly and taking to wing. Other sounds of wildlife crescendoed with alarm. She looked around nervously feeling she was being warned by nature. Up in the sky directly above her was a triangle shaped UFO. There was a beam slowly dropping down to the depths of the jungle. Scully dove into the bushes and clung close to the ground. This was a soil that was rich in magnetite. She could see the beam sweep the jungle floor like it was looking for her. All she could think of was they may have already found Mulder. They would take him away from her and this time she would not get him back.
Back at their camp Simon and Mulder were taking cover in the magnetite cave.
“Those are the bad ones. They want to kill us.” Simon knew this somehow.
Mulder looked at him wondering how Simon knew. “What are they, Simon?”
“Legends tell that the devils fly to take our minds. They want to take everything. They don’t like the rocks here.”
Mulder realized that his friend had extreme insight into the battle. Mulder knew about the geography thinking they would be safe here, hoping that the battle had been won. Now he worried about Scully.
“Scully! I need to find her.”
“Look!” Shouted Simon.
The UFO zipped up into the sky and vanished.
Mulder ran out of the cave and headed up the path. He ran like crazy calling out his lover’s name.
He could hear her voice echo through the vegetation.
“Mulder!” Her voice sounded closer.
They ran into each other’s arms and embraced with the memory of fear and desperation.
“I was so scared they had taken you.” Said Scully.
“They found us. They’re back. It’s time for us to leave here.”
- A man lurked in the shadow of a corridor at an elementary school where free vaccines were being offered. He could see the children lined up to get their shot. It all looked legitimate with the two nurses and two people cataloging on computers taking down personal information. How willingly the young humans assembled into the line. The nano micro chips would not be felt or detected by the young participants. His face was revealed as he stepped into the light. This was a face so very similar to Fox Mulder. He looked rougher and meaner and he wore tortes shell glasses and a mustache. He was smugly reaching in his coat for a cigarette but remembered he was in a school. He instead pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
“Yes. We were successful. It’s so easy to motivate when you play upon fear.”
At the compound where Doggett had found for the Scully family, the TV blared in the game room where William and Melissa sat at a table. She was trying to keep him occupied with an old fashion game of Stratego. He kept up with his cousin and the game but his mind was covering many worries. The TV had a talk show with frantic mothers discussing a new form of what appears to be autism. Their children have been unresponsive emotionally. They do everything they are supposed to but they have no feelings. Not happy, not sad. And it all started to happen after being vaccinated for the flu.
“It’s them!” William said. “I need to tell Agent Doggett.”
He stood up and ran to the kitchen where Doggett was drinking coffee and looking at his lap top.
The agent could see the dire look on William’s face.
“What is it, William?”
William went to the counter and retrieved the TV remote and turned on the program he was watching.
“Often times these children are showing signs of complete unresponsiveness.” Says the talk show host.
A mother pleaded. “He has not been the same since the vaccine he was given at the school. I know it’s the vaccine.” Her face was crying as the camera panned to the zombied out child.
Melissa had followed William. She was curious as to what William was talking about.
“It’s them.” William said to Doggett. “We have to stop it.”
Dana’s mother Mrs. Scully came in the kitchen when she heard Will pleading. She was the one person William would let comfort him. When she first held the child in her arms was the only time he was able to weep about the loss of his parents.
“What is it, William?” She asked.
“They are doing it. Look!” he pointed to the TV. “We have to stop them.”
Doggett was at a loss as to what to do. Everyone was waiting for a response.
“Okay. I have told you that cell phones and the internet were not to be used. Not by your old stuff.” He stood up from the table and looked at his watch. “I’ll be back in a few days. William, I will immediately look into this.”
William looked around for some note paper and a pen. He scribbled something quickly onto the note pad. He tore it off the pad and handed it to a curious Doggett. Doggett glanced at the paper like it was greek as he looked at the chemical formula.
“What is this?”
“The antidote.” He said frankly.
The turbo prop plane that Mulder and Scully flew in from the island to Darwin hummed along with the loud slow drone. They both felt sleepy and leaned on each other catching a few snoozes. It was a small six seater and there were only two other passengers aboard beside the pilot. One was an old aboriginal woman who carried on board a cage with three chickens. The other was an asian man in his forties looking to make it to Sydney.
Any rest on board the plane was interrupted. The chickens started clucking nervously. Then the pilot’s voice could be heard.
“What the bloody hell?”
This startled the American couple back awake. They exchanged glances and automatically checked their watches.
“What the hell is that?”
Bright light enveloped the plane. Mulder grabbed Scully and held onto her tight.
“Stay with me, Scully. What ever happens. Don’t let go of me.”
Her frightened eyes cast into his. “I love you.”
“I love you.” He said back to her.
Consciousness was lost. A tractor beam permeated the inside of the small plane. When the plane’s occupants awoke the American couple was missing. Their seats were empty like they had never been there.
When the plane landed in Darwin the old woman on board was crying incoherently and the other passenger was walking like he had been bending his arm at a martini bar. When they stepped out onto the tarmac two tall men in suits whisked them away into a car. The woman was screaming at this point.
“You can’t do this. My son is meeting me here. What about my chickens?”
One of the men firmly protected her head as she was pushed into the black car.
The other passenger was mumbling in Japanese, shaking his head and gesticulating with his hands.
The pilot just sat in his pilot’s seat unable to motivate himself out of the airplane. One of the men came onto the plane. He was searching for the two people who were missing. He confronted the pilot.
“Hey! Where are the Americans that were on this plane?” The man pulled back on the pilot who was staring blankly.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, mate. I... I don’t know. Who?”
“Mr. and Mrs. Luder.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know anyone by that name.”
The big strong man lifted the pilot up and pulled him from his seat.
“I swear! I don’t know who you’re looking for.”
THe man in the dark suit marched the pilot off the plane and put him in the back of another black car. The cars left the tarmac and drove up the road. The chickens were left behind clucking in their cage as the big black cars drove away.
At the compound Agent Rheas joined the the confines seeking protection with her six year old boy, Nathanel Doggett. Agent Doggett had become aware that the evil forces were now threatening his family. He realized he was being followed. The line in the sand was drawn and the clarity of the seriousness of the situation was setting in. The female voice on his cell phone, familiar yet disguised warned him he was endangered. “Trust No One.”
William was anxious to hear from news by Agent Doggett. He was curious as Rheas and Nathan came in with suit cases. He was quick to warm up to her and her son. There was some news that she brought.
Agent Rheas could tell how incredible William was. She knew he had questions. She sat down at the compound’s meeting area, the kitchen table. It was one on one with her and William.
“The formula is wrong, isn’t it?” William asked her.
“Yes. John had me bring you a chemistry software and he brought you a power book to help you.”
William’s eyes lit up. “That will help”. William stood up impatiently. “Help me set it up! We don’t have any time.” His concerned look gave her little pause.
Melissa was the special computer expert and was able to have the computer get the ball moving. The information was soon available for William to try to figure out his error.
The room had a soft blue light. It was like a cloud. They could feel a cool mist of water like a cloud. Mulder and Scully clung to each other standing in the middle of a white beam of light. They locked gaze with each other as the voices were heard in their heads. The voices were deep and authoritarian. Sentences were stated all at once like several voices thick.
All the answers were stated to all those questions. The insight to the battle was given. The warnings to look for. The way to stop what has begun.
The most important bit of information that seemed to come to was;
“I WILL NOT PERMIT THIS TO HAPPEN.”
The one statement that came to the couple like it had been pounded by a big bass drum.
Out side of a grade school in Washington D.C. a crowd had gathered after emergency vehicles came blaring towards the school. Mothers were screaming hysterically. People were carrying signs. There were mothers and fathers with children. The crowd was furious and demanded answers. The signs read;
“Close the school.” “No shots.” “Give me back my child.” “No Flu Shots.”
When Doggett walked up to the scene he showed his credentials to the wall of police. People surrounded him and were shouting. He rushed past the pushing and shoving and made it through the police line. He flashed his badge and walked up the stairs to the front entrance. Yellow police tape marked off the scene. Forensic police were assessing the crime scene. Blood was every where splattered on the walls and floors. A detective in charge approached Agent Doggett as he took in the horror of the scene.
They stared at the bullet riddled bodies of children and teachers in the hallway. Two detectives greeted Doggett at the lobby.
“What happened here?” Doggett was in shock at the horrific sight. There were ten dead children and eight adults.
“We’re not sure. One teacher started going berserk screaming as she shot up everyone.”
“What was she saying?”
“They are coming. They took our children!”
Doggett could only think of what William was telling him. The invasion had begun.
Friday, August 27, 2010
Written by: Joan Crow Cimyotte
E-mail address: firstname.lastname@example.org
Time: present 2010-2012
Summery: Will is a farm boy whose parents are murdered by new improved super soldier. He meets the good aliens who want him to fight the future.
Disclaimer: The category is relationships because it is how the characters are related embedded in the mythology of the XFiles. This is how I think the feature film FX3 should begin. Even though I wrote it as a one hour episode, it would make an awesome beginning to the movie. I am following story line elements and characters created by Chris Carter and The X Files series.
At two in the morning ten year old William Jansen was dreaming that dream. It was the scary nightmare. The sky was on fire and buildings were in rubble and smoldering across the horizon. Strange destructive space ships cruised the sky shooting randomly at things still alive. Humans were hiding in sewer tunnels and burnt out basements cringing at their ultimate fate. In the smoke a hand reached out to him and pulled him into her arms. She smiled at him. It was the face he remembered from long ago as an infant. She was beautiful with emerald eyes and red hair. Up in the sky a shadow covered them. A space ship was flying low in the sky. It was a shiny metallic, larger than four football fields, and shaped like a boomerang. The small speedy triangle ships were gone and the attack was over. William woke up and sat up in his bed wide eyed and frightened.
Theme song intro.
The light had barely hinted into the eastern horizon when Will came in from his morning chore feeding the chickens. The sounds of a working farm in early spring permeated the early morning stillness as the farm equipment rumbled into action and cows were mooing. William’s father was already plowing a field barely visible from the farm house. The screen door slammed as William made it into the kitchen. His mother placed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him. Her hair was gray now. It was a sharp contrast to the straight bright red tufts of hair that sprang from William’s head. She was good to William as the only mother he had known. Imbedded with deep Christian bible based beliefs, she was warm and loving.
“You’re going to need to hurry if you’re going to catch the bus.”
“I know.” He was munching his breakfast thinking about his dream the night before. It was almost his eleventh birthday and the images in his mind from long ago were clear.
His mother knew he was thinking about her again. They had told him a long time ago that they had adopted him as a six month old baby. She knew the child was haunted by his biological mother’s face. He went as far as describing her. He remembered her emerald eyes and red hair. She had a pretty smile and a soft voice.
“Is anything wrong, Will?”
“I had that dream again.”
She was quiet thinking it was hard to know what to tell him.
“Did you know her? You know, my birth mother?” He had never asked that. Why would some one give up their child? Was it something I did? Did she die? Why couldn’t she take care of me?
“We never knew her, Will. We were told she could no longer take care of you. We thought maybe she was sick. They never told us anything except we were waiting for a baby and we wanted you so much.” She touched the side of his cheek. “It was the best day of my life.”
Will smiled at her.
They could hear the school bus’s horn honking. William shoved a bight of food into his mouth and grabbed his book bag. His mother kissed him and he was out the door. The bus door was opened waiting for him.
The bus driver remarked to William as he was still chewing on the last bite of food from his plate. “Child, you should be making time to brush those teeth.”
William whisked past her and took his seat in the middle of the bus. The bus pulled away from the shoulder and headed towards the school. William saw a black SUV whiz past the school bus heading the direction of his parents’ farm. He felt a strange twinge of fear when he looked at the vehicle with dark tinted windows that hid its passengers.
In school he doodled in his notebook as the teacher was going on about math. “Return of the King” by J.R.R.Tolkien was also on his desk. He could read a couple of pages when her back was to him. It was the math William already knew. The kid purposely made wrong answers because he refused to stand out in the crowd of students. In previous years he excelled and the school wanted to send him to a special school for smart kids. He didn’t like people focusing on him. Anonymity was his best tool. He was not average but he felt it was best for him to be average.
He was busy with his drawing when the teacher busted him for it. She picked up his notebook and viewed the elaborate depiction of the nightmare he saw the night before. The triangle UFOs shooting death-rays at cities in ruin.
“What is this, William?” She placed the notebook back on the desk. “Shouldn’t you be paying attention?”
“Yes ma’am. Sorry.” He could see the classmates looking at him.
“Your science fiction fantasies should be kept at home. While you are in my classroom, I need you to focus.”
All the kids in the class enjoyed William’s renderings. It was his only key to any sort of acceptance with his classmates. They thought he was a spooky kid. He was always drawing pictures of UFO’s, and devils, demons verses God and Moses, Strider verses Mordor. They croaked their necks to try for a glimpse of the teacher’s concern. She confiscated the drawing and wagged her finger at him.
“You can have it back after school.”
William sat next to Jenny Winston on the bus ride home. Being the loner that he was his best friend was a girl.
“Can I see your drawing? She gave it back to you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah.” He handed her his notebook.
Jenny opened it up to his latest page. She looked at it thinking it would be his latest rendering from “Star Wars”. She was well versed in William’s fascination with the movie series.
“I don’t remember this part. What is this?” She was looking at his finely rendered depiction of the frightening scenario from his nightmares, the Alien space ships destroying the world.
“It’s nothing. I just drew it.” He took his notebook back, closed it up and put it back into his bag. He felt a chill up his spine when he glanced out the window. Speeding away past the direction of the bus was the same black SUV he saw in the morning. It sped away from the direction of his family’s farm.
Jenny noticed the vehicle too. “Wow. I wonder why they’re going so fast.”
“Don’t know.” Said William thinking there was something ominous about it’s presence.
Walking towards the house he noticed fresh tire prints. William’s analytical mind was working like the detective he was. He noticed where the vehicle had stopped with a man’s shoe print in the soft dirt of the driveway. He felt that fear he had been born into. The fear in the back of his conscious mind that drove his mother to give him up. He remembered. The strange deformed man who injected a Ferris solution into his bloodstream, he remembered the fear. His mother crying, he remembered. His father’s voice was soft and soothing, he could remember. Beyond her grief, he could remember her face.
The front door was ajar. The house was quiet and the floor creaked when he stepped inside cautiously.
“Mom?” He called out.
“Right here.” She came out of the kitchen.
William could instantly tell something was strange. She looked taller. She showed no warm emotion like she always does. She had no smile. Her voice sounded low and course. Most of all there was no eye contact.
“Would you like something to eat?”
“Maybe, later.” William did not know what to do. His defense at this point was to act like everything was normal. He headed for the stairs to his bedroom. “I have a lot of homework.”
He went into his room, shut the door and locked it. The four walls felt like a trap or a jail. He had no plan. He had no place to go. When he looked out his window he could see the tractor in the field idle. His father was nowhere in sight. His mind worked quickly as he emptied out his school bag. He stuffed a pair of jeans and some shirts, socks and under ware. He found a warm black colored hooded sweatshirt and threw that in.
He was startled when there was a knock on his door.
“William. Are you in there?”
He hesitated. Where was his mother? This was not her. He did not want to open the door.
“I’m changing my clothes.” He lied. He went to the window and opened it. He had climbed out of his window before. There was a roof that hung over a patio, and then there was a tree he could climb down. He pushed out the screen, grabbed his bag and climbed out the window. He hung down on the lowest limb of the tree and he jumped to the ground. He put his pack on his back and ran to the field. The ground was partially plowed and muddy but he ran to the grove of trees and hid. He looked back at the house and there were no sounds. The impostor had not come to chase him or look for him. He sat on the soft ground watching the daylight fade.
Darkness had set in and William hid like how Frodo the Hobbit hid from the Orcs in J.R.R.Tolkien’s “The Lord of the Rings.” He could see the headlights approaching. It was a caravan of cars. This was bad he thought. Something inside him knew his parents were murdered. It was that fear he carried with him his whole life. What is it? It’s here again. Something very evil is trying to kill me, he thought. His empty stomach growled. He could see the cars stop at the farm house.
“William, look up.” Said a voice in his head.
The voice was calm and soothing.
“In the sky.”
His eyes focused right away to the strange thing in the sky. It was boomerang in shape just like his dreams. But all he could see of it was high up in the sky. It looked very small.
“They can not see you. A man vaccinated you when you were a baby. They can hear you, they can not see you. Do not be afraid. Good vs. Evil. We are the keepers. We are the guardians. We are the Arch Angels and all the saints. Your name is Mulder. You are a warrior. Humanity looks to you. Fight the future.”
The thoughts he heard seem to pile up on each other. They were spoken with rapid succession and all at once. Separate thoughts were stacked on top of each other. As he stared at the strange object it zipped away. Tracers from it’s tail lights lingered for a moment after it was gone. He stood there realizing the thing was talking to him.
“They can not see you.” William thought about that one. The impostor mother never knew where to make eye contact because she couldn’t see me.
Even though they can’t see me, they are headed this way. The field suddenly had dozens of these super soldiers marching towards him. He could hear them shout to each other.
“Capture alive! Do not kill. Capture alive! Do not kill.”
“They can not see you.” Echoed in his head. He decided to trust the voice and he stood completely still. Just like Frodo, he thought except no ring.
Just like Orcs the super soldiers marched right past him. He waited for them to get out of hearing range and then he ran towards the house. He could get his dad’s truck and blaze on down the road.
What he did not count on was his replacement mother grabbing him as he snuck into the garage.
“Capture alive! Do not kill.” She shouted as she overpowered the kid with super soldier strength.
William struggled. There in the truck he saw his parent’s bodies. The strong arms had a ruthless grip on him.
William continued his efforts to get away from the alien pod person that impersonated his mother. This she/it was carrying William into the house. His limbs were flailing in defense landing ineffective kicks and punches. Because of William’s efforts the monster soldier tripped on the broken step William’s father had not fixed yet. William was catapulted out into the front lawn and his mother’s replicant crashed to the ground. It was quickly back on it’s feet again but she/it had lost him.
William laid on the grass trying to be the Cheshire cat. “They can’t see you.” Repeated in his head. He could see the thing sniffing the air. Oh no. It can smell me. William got up slowly and started running towards the road. There were five empty black SUVs parked along the road. He thought he could commandeer one and high tail it out of there. But just a quarter mile away he could see cars approaching. He made it to the ditch along the road and hid. The vehicles pulled up quickly and the occupants jumped out of the cars and marched towards the house. William could see these humanoids had no faces and were carrying torches.
The super soldiers had returned to the house thinking they had the “Item” in custody only to be confronted by the faceless torch bearers. These torches were flame throwers and soon everything was on fire. William could feel the heat of his family home blazing. The whole premises was orange yellow and hot. William’s strong hold in the ditch seemed safe for now.
The faceless ones prevailed and got back into their cars. They headed west to the unknown. William hunkered down in the ditch still deciding what to do next. The big black SUVs were still parked out front. He hesitated then cautiously approached the first car. He was lucky, the keys were in the ignition. He got in the driver’s seat and pulled the seat forward as close as it would go so he could reach the pedals. His dad had taught him how to operate a truck. He told him it was a useful thing for a man to be able to drive.
William managed to drive the vehicle down the road to escape. The town was ten miles east. A new line of cars approached. William was not sure what to do. He just kept going and as the cars got closer he could see the road was blocked with police and more black SUVs. He screeched to a stop. Guns were pointed at him as men surrounded the car.
“Hands in the air!” Shouted a familiar voice.
William raised his hands. A man from his past approached the door. He wore a nice dark suit and his face was more craggy than he remembered.
Agent Doggett opened the door cautiously. There was the ten year old kid with the coloring of his mother and the face of his father. Doggett knew that a new breed of super soldiers were back and the government was actively on guard knowing they were back. Doggett eased the situation and put the gun away. He held out his hand for the kid to climb out of the SUV.
“It’s okay son. You are safe. What’s your name?”
“Mulder?” There was little doubt in his mind who he had just found.
“William Mulder, sir.”