Title: Stroked (Chapter 1) by Mulderache
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me but I wish they did!
They do however belong to Chris Carter and 1013 Productions.
Note: It was started five years ago when I was too afraid to
write or post to anything and then two years ago I started
writing this story from that rough draft. I lost it on my
hard drive and I could not find it anywhere. Then thanks to
Banlu and Xphylia it was found and is now in the process of
getting finished. Sorry it took so long.I will post a chapter
each day.Chapter nine will be new so in nine days you should
see a new chapter. Thanks.
AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
The tall slender figure dashed into the dark abandoned
warehouse with Scully and Mulder close behind. " Barter!"
Mulder shouted into the emptiness of the warehouse. " Put
down you weapon and place you hands on you head!" Barter
refused to stop and only silence followed the command.
Mulder nodded his head towards Scully to head to the left
and he went right. It was their usual and familiar dance, no
words were necessary, when chasing a perp. Within minutes
Scully could hear Mulder's voice shouting through the
warehouse, " I repeat, put your gun down! I will shoot if
necessary!" Again only silence followed the command.
A loud crashing sound echoed through the darkness and all
Scully wanted to do was to call out to Mulder. She thought
better of it though, it could endanger Mulder's life and she did
not know where the man was hidden. A rapid series of shots rang
through the building and Scully jerked her gun to bare down on
the directions of the shots. She was now very anxious to
find her partner.Her gut feeling was telling her that something
bad had happened.
Another quick series of crashes followed the shots and
Scully heard a loud cry of pain coming from the direction of
the back of the warehouse. The cry was like the sound of a
wounded animal. Now there was an urgency to find Mulder and
to see if he was safe.
Scully knew that she had to find her partner .She pulled out
her flashlight and thought, to Hell with the protocols. She flashed
the light towards the sounds of the moans. She remained silent,
moving cautiously around the boxes, barrels and crates that
clogged the aisles of the warehouse. "Mulder." She called in
a soft and low voice. " Mulder where are you?" her impatience
showing with her harsher tone of voice.
"Hmmmmmmmmm." A low moan echoed through the old warehouse
from the loading dock area. Scully followed the noise and
wanted to cry out for Mulder but she continued to stay quiet
and placed the flashlight back into her coat pocket. She did
not want to give away her location if the perp was nearby.
As Scully approached the low moan another gunshot rang
through the warehouse followed by a loud thud. "Mulder!" She
shouted,feeling panicked with the overwhelming need to
find out where her partner was located. She needed to know
that he was all right.
" Scully. I'm over here." His voice was low and closeby.
She pulled out her flashlight again and aimed it towards the
sound of Mulder's voice. The beam hit his back and she made
her way over to his position. He was sitting on the cold
concrete floor. Moving cautiosly next to Mulder she
noticed that the man that they had followed into the
warehouse was now lying face down a few feet away.
She looked down at her partner and felt a sense of relief,
" Are you okay Mulder?" She was concerned for her partner but
also knew that she had to make sure that the man on the
floor was unable to cause any more problems.
" Yeah." He answered weakly.
She was moving slowly towards the man on the floor. She
kicked away the gun, then knelt down to check for a pulse,
keeping her gun aimed at him the whole time. " He's dead
Mulder." She announced before getting back up and moving
back towards her partner.
She could barely detect the nod of his head in the darkness.
He remained on the floor, no movement towards getting up
"Mulder are you hurt?" She waited for an answer but no
response was made. She turned back to stare at what had
Mulder's attention, a killer of small children. Exactly
eight known murders but there were probably more. He had
killed both boys and girls and there was no pattern for the
killer's victims. They were of different racial backgrounds.
Hair and skin color played no part. He was just doing the
grab and go method. He had tortured them and left their
small corpses to rot in the woods, food for the rodents and
wild animals. Again location did not seem to matter. It was
" Mulder are you hurt?" She asked again in a firmer tone of
Again no answer and he didn't make any attempt at standing.
His quiet demeanor bothered her and his unwillingness to move
from the floor. She pulled out her cell phone, hoping that it
would work inside of the warehouse. The signal was fine and she
proceeded to dial the operator. She kept her flashlight on
Mulder as she gave the operator the information and her
badge number. She continued attempting to assess her partner
as she spoke to the operator. Although he was not giving her
any clues to his physical status,the darkness of the warehouse
was preventing her from doing any kind of real assessment of any
injuries and she knew that she would have to wait for backup
and the ambulance.
Mulder slowly lifted himself off the floor and sat down on
the crate. His body seemed exhausted by the effort. Scully
noted a limp but did not say anything about it but continued
talking,giving important information. She finally hung up
the phone but kept silent. Mulder did not like a lot of
attention and he especially did not appreciate it when he
was near exhaustion and Scully knew he had been pushing his limits.
" Do you think she suffered?" His voice was low, almost a
whisper but it was the first time since she had found him
that he seemed interested in any conversation. His shoulders
were slumped in defeat and he seemed so tired and worn. He
had not eaten in days and barely had taken any fluids except
the coffee and juice she would place in front of him. He had
not shaven and his clothes looked as if he had slept
She knew that he needed the truth and he would not accept
anything less. " I don't know Mulder. It happened so quickly
but hopefully she was spared any pain." Her voice was soft
and gentle. She did not want to upset Mulder but the wound
had been a traumatic head wound at close range, she probably
never knew that it was coming.
They had taken the case a week ago as a favor for Skinner.
The case had the VCS unit running into dead ends. The killer
was not leaving any clues. But somehow Mulder saw things
that nobody else could and they were given's Mulder's
profile of the killer. The killer was profiled as a mid to
late thirty year old male of average height and weight based
on the wounds inflicted upon the children. This individual
may have been in therapy at sometime, possibly a victim of
child abuse. He would almost see himself as a father figure
or a savior to the children. The killer was someone who came
from a middle to upper class family based on the fibers
found on the children's clothing. Whoever the killer might
be he had a taste for fine linen shirts and tailored suits.
He felt that the killer was someone that the children knew
and that they may have even trusted this individual. He also
felt that the killer was probably working alone. His weapon
of choose was a knife.
Unfortunately Mulder had taken the case personally and he
became obsessed, as he had done in the past. He had done
this with several cases in the past and she knew that he
felt that it was his job to catch the killer. He had done
exactly what the bureau had asked him to do and soon they
were following their primary suspect to an old abandoned
house in a very run down neighborhood. He had taken a young
eight year old female earlier that day and the hope was that
she was still alive. When they entered the house Barter
grabbed the child and placed her as a barrier between him
and Mulder and Scully. Mulder had seemed a little bit
confused, because Barter was holding a gun to the child's
head. The previous murders had occurred with knife inflicted
wounds and this did not match his profile of the killer.
Barter had evidentally changed his method of killing his victims
and in front of both agents he shot the young girl in the head and
fled out the broken window, the gray mater and blood splattered on
the wall and floor of the rotted boards of the old house. The
child was lifeless and pulseless, no chance of survival,
even with the best medical technology. They followed him to the
warehouse, a place that seemed familiar to the killer.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling out in the
dark. The voice was A.D.Skinner's. "Agent Mulder! Agent
Scully!" The darkness was all too consuming and made it
difficult for anyone to find them. She had called as they
fled out the window and asked for backup but she had been
unable to give them a location after the initial call.
" We're here sir, beside the loading dock." She yelled out
to the echoing walls. She then turned to her silent partner,
"Mulder, are you up to a few questions?" She asked in almost
a whisper, not knowing where the other officers were in
relation to their position.
He looked up and shrugged, "Better now than later." He
answered as he stared back down at Barter's still form.
She nodded and her attention was drawn to the approaching
footsteps. She hoped that her partner would be able to get
through the questioning and be able to go to the motel to
rest. He was exhausted and on the border of dehydration and
Skinner moved into viewing range, " What the Hell happened
here?" He growled to nobody in particular.His towering military
stance was intimidating to most of the other agents.
Scully jumped in and started giving details of what had
happened while Mulder remained silent and still.
The AD looked down at the silent man sitting on the crate
and the man a few feet away lying face down on the concrete
floor. "Agent Mulder can you tell me what exactly went on
here?" His voice less demanding. He waited for an answer but
when no answer came he became concerned. " Can we get some
light in here?" He shoutedto the law enforecement officers
behind him. Within a few minutes lights flooded the warehouse
and again Skinner was shouting orders, "Get the paramedics in
here now! Officer down!"
Scully seemed perplexed at the urgency in Skinner's voice
when she looked down and saw Mulder's bleeding leg. "Mulder
you're hurt!" She almost yelled the words but quickly gained
control and went to her partner's side. " Hey I need to get
this bleeding stopped. I need your belt." She spoke softly,
noting that she did not get any smart remark or sexual
innuendo or even a grin. She took the belt from around his
waist and pulled it around his leg. Before she tightened it
she looked up at the sad face that was obviously in pain
now." It's going to hurt Mulder but I need to stop the
He nodded but remained silent but when the belt tightened
his face grew pale and sweaty. She knew that he was going to
go out on her if she didn't get him in a supine position.
Both Skinner and Scully quickly lowered him to the floor.
Skinner had already placed his thick wool coat on the floor
to protect Mulder from the cold. Mulder's pant leg was torn
and his leg was covered with bright red blood and a puddle
lay on the floor where he was sitting. He was in shock and
the loss of blood was only adding to his deteriorating
condition. The grimace caused by the tightening of the belt
remained but he remained quiet.
As Scully assessed Mulder's wound Skinner was talking to other
fellow police officers. They were already taking pictures of
the crime scene and gathering evidence. Within a few minutes
the paramedics entered the secured building. They went
straight to work as they took vital signs and cut away the
pant leg and exposed an arm for an intravenous line. They
were talking over their radio to the hospital and getting
orders and one was for pain medicine for their patient. The
placed a pressure dressing over the site and then placed the
sandbag over the dressing. A low moan escaped as the
pressure was applied to the very painful leg. When the sting
of the needle aroused Mulder from his stupor Scully was at
his side. He tried to pull back his hand but Scully held it
Mulder looked up and found Scully's bright blue eyes, " I
don't want to go to the hospital. I want to go home." His
face was pleading like a small boy. He began to raise
himself off the gurney.
Scully gently squeezed his hand, "Listen Mulder, you are
bleeding. You need to let the paramedics do their job." Her
voice was low and gentle. She gently pushed him back down on
the gurney they had placed him on upon arrival. " You have a
hurt leg and it is bleeding. You must go to the hospital."
Mulder grimaced as the paramedics applied more pressure to
the leg and another groan escaped him. " It hurts Scully."
His teeth were now clinched together and his focus was on
trying to stay conscious through the pain.
" It will be fine Mulder. I will give my report and will be
at the hospital soon. I will call my friend Dr. Andrea
Meadows. She works in the ER. You know her Mulder, she
thinks you're cute."She smiled and noticed that he just
rolled his eyes. " I will be right there after I answer a
few questions, I promise. Andrea can page Dr. Harriman."
He nodded and closed his eyes, " Hurry Scully." He whispered
through dry lips." The paramedics silenced her partner by
placing an oxygen mask on Mulder's face due to lower
saturation levels noted on the pulse oximetry. They then
moved past Scully and loaded Mulder into the ambulance to
head to Alexandria Hospital.
As Scully watched the ambulance pull away she pulled out her
cell phone to call Andrea. She told her about Mulder and
that she needed to call Mulder's primary care physician, Dr.