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Author: Lady of the Ghost (pipermaru)

Disclaimer: These characters belong to DC 1013. No one except my evil mind will profit from this story. Just the satisfaction that these characters were tortured.

Type: Angst, angst, angst .... Did I mention angst? ... nc-17 (for scenes of violence and other things that will advance), and UST

Spoilers: At the moment there are none, so the anti-spoilers can rest easy.

Dedication: To all those who wrote me comments in the previous parts. Thank you very much for your support. And my betas Rovi MacGirl and Patricia.

NOTE! : I WANT TO ADVISE THAT THIS REPORT MAY NOT LIKE A LOT OF PEOPLE FOR SOME EVENTS TO BE IN THE SAME. I PRAY THAT PEOPLE ARE NOT OPEN TO EXTREME SITUATIONS, DO NOT COMPLAIN AFTER READING. HE ADVISED. BY THE WAY, NO PAYMENT THERAPISTS.

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FBI Headquarters Washington DC


gave Mulder Skinner officially gone to a group of agents in its strictest confidence and search teams formed, whose members complied with the order and immediately set to work. Some

be responsible for registering Mulder's apartment and interview neighbors, while others remain on the premises awaiting FBI, if it was a kidnapping, the first contact of the criminal.
Scully decided to join the gang would do field work. Knew he could not remain idle, just waiting in the interior of the FBI building. I wanted to feel I was doing something for Mulder. Just

Skinner finished giving instructions and Scully delegate the leadership post, the officials designated to perform field investigations, left in two cars to the department the agent disappeared. When they arrived, they separated into two groups. Some would question neighbors and the goalkeeper, while the remaining - Among which was Scully - sophisticated devices seek to bloodstains and other evidence.

Scully decided to investigate the computer. Maybe your partner had been receiving threats that he preferred to keep secret not to worry. Enter the password to your email address and review every message. None contained nothing unusual.

thought of the possibility that would have saved on the hard disk and entered your documents with a slight hope that faded as failed to find anything. After discussion with herself for a few seconds, decided to search the most recently opened files. This time he hopefully to find a profile of the serial murderer who wanted to capture. The file dates from two nights ago. Mulder had the time to show why this development had not done? No doubt the honor of his partner, but could not help feeling disappointed.

Save the information in a floppy disk and the computer was off when an officer came to tell the news, they were few, if not almost non-existent. The doorman had reported having seen leaving the agent Mulder in the morning dressed in casual wear, but never to return, explaining the absence of the keys to the door and his ankle gun. At least some have managed to clarify: Mulder had disappeared into the street, at dawn, and possibly without any witnesses.

Scully felt that they were even worse than before and wanted to scream of helplessness, then stopped and just ordered the end of the register and left the apartment without saying a word.


* * * Scully

Apartment
08:45 PM

With his hair still wet from the recent shower and a bowl of salad and sat Indian style on the couch in your living room larger. Had printed the profile that had made Mulder behind him and is now available to read and compare it with the report for each autopsy. Although, personally, to monitor this murderer had lost lineup of prime, still retained a certain size, the number of people who were potential victims.

memos written by Mulder did not differ from what had been speculated, and that was a common factor among all serial murderers: Childhood trauma, attachment to solitude, criminal records for minor offenses, and an average age between the thirties and forties. But after reading half a page, Scully found more substantial speculation.

"attacks at night and in deserted streets. Know the drill their victims because the monitors for days before deciding to catch them. Likely to talk with them. And finally, learned the routine and with an estimated error margin of zero, the catch. For your purpose you can lead numb them without alerting anyone, using chloroform. I wonder if that will have been enough to neutralize them for so many days of constant harassment. Perhaps surrendered easily, not opposed any kind of struggle, aware of the few opportunities they had to win. Tomorrow I will ask Scully for the report of the third victim, perhaps displayed a new substance. "

A new substance? He wondered Scully missed, but beset by doubt discussed the third report. All normal, as assumed. However, in the fourth autopsy report, which really was not tested thoroughly, found the substance that Mulder sensed in your profile. How had he guessed? A brief hunch? Had seen before how Mulder was introduced into the mind of a murderer. It was a chilling and moving ceremony, in which Mulder flaunted his nickname of darkness. However, it was equally amazing that could have predicted what the muscle relaxant veterinarian. Continued musing on the brand new discovery and concluded that the murderer was probably veterinary knowledge. But the dream soon invaded and went to sleep. His last thought was dedicated to Mulder through prayer. He asked God to help her find him soon and that was okay.


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His limbs were no longer attached. The murderer had freed him thinking that his victim was too badly injured to try an escape. And his intuition had been right. Mulder could not even move. He lay on the ground badly tattered, his muscles stiff, covered in blood from head to toe, shaking, dazed. Physically

was locked in that room, but mentally he was very far away. In another era. A time far away that for years had tried to bury in their subconscious, which for years had tried to award the past of another person.

passed in his tortured mind images completely unnerved her father shouting, beating wildly, and the painful indifference of her mother's face this fact. The abuse began after the disappearance of his younger sister when she was under his care. His father was always a man of respect, serious about frugal displays of affection, but never someone to be feared, until Samantha disappeared.

was after this tragedy that Mulder knew real fear: that it paralyzes reason prevents, obstructs the throat and heart race. Innocent he did not understand that his father had become a being capable of physically and verbally assaulting him, without any remorse.

The first attack occurred the night he was discharged from hospital three weeks after the incident of her sister. His parents had met in the living room with his eyes wide open, but rolled on the floor, with a clear expression of terror on her face and held in itself. Teena

tried unsuccessfully with a loving tone out of that state, while Bill tried to do too, but a violent and inappropriate that his wife did not stop only when paramedics arrived minutes later.

Prognosis pediatrician at the hospital in the area was acute catatonia. His mother is shattered. Now not only had lost a child, but two, and the latter by a mental illness. But the doctor reassured her that much support and love, Fox could recover and return to being a normal child. Teena did exactly what the doctor told him, while Bill Mulder just appeared in the room of his eldest son. The few times I visited, it was only to remonstrate and demand that he answer their questions about the disappearance of Samantha. Not understand, or refused to understand, it was not a whim what drove his son to remain silent and withdrawn. On one occasion, the doctor asked him to change his attitude if he wanted to be banned from the hospital, and that was the last time Bill showed up there.

After that fact, because of the perseverance of Teena and positive stimuli that Fox received from abroad, one day surprised everyone by saying their first word after three full weeks in total silence. With a raspy whisper article name Samantha, with her mother again mourn not only emotion but sadness for the answer would have to give. I could not lie. He was a boy of twelve very clever and smart, recognize the deception.

With fear of how the truth could affect you, it said. Sam had not returned home. And automatically hugged and cradled it as if it was still small and not ashamed of it swaying in your lap or give him a kiss on the cheek in front of their friends. He wanted to control himself, did not hold her tears to look like a baby. His father had told him that was not mourn men and less in front of a woman, but could not hold and began to mourn and shake hard. Never thought it would be the last time in a long time feel that protection and warmth that only the body of one who loves you can give without reservation.

returned home days later, but only on condition that he would attend medical therapy. His father waited in the entrance porch, however, went to his son. What was up with her mother upstairs and then went to his office. It took all afternoon, and night was so drunk he clumsily walked into the room and began questioning Fox, even though he already knew the answer. What is not understood was why, finally, the consortium failed to meet agreed. They were supposed to be Fox, not your little girl. That was the deal.

Blinded by anger and lack of control due to the high level of alcohol in his blood, physically assaulted the boy who for years had been his pride. However, just by looking at him now produced frustration and disgust. Only stopped when he felt exhausted. He left the room, leaving the boy shivering, scared, shocked and bleeding. That was the first of many nights the same, until her parents divorced and he moved to another house with her mother.

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In the room where the body of the terribly wounded adult was Mulder, a beam of light illuminated the room momentarily and then disappeared. His worst nightmare had returned. The murderer was glad to see their prey quietly, but still breathing, lying on the ground. The stench that is inhaled into the place, a mixture of various bodily substances that had caused nausea in any other human being, not affected at all so evil character. Was well used.

figure was rushed sacrificed to hear your whisper something. Began to say inconsistencies. And while on one hand this filled him with pride, because it meant he had done an excellent job, too I plunged into deep grief. His greatest source of entertainment was dying. Surely it was wrong choosing the FBI agent. He had risked more than they should when deciding to capture him, but I definitely had not left disappointed.

kicked one leg to calculate how much life was left and, when Mulder responded by complaining, he knew the source of their sick pleasure still not exhausted.

- No. .. Dad ... no, please ... - Mulder whispered, sobbing. The murderer laughed again. It was a pathetic scene. The arrogant and supposedly brilliant agent had become a useless and pitiful kind that begged someone who was not there. The Crazy be devoted to observing with an unhealthy appreciation of the fragile state of Fox Mulder.

Minutes later, he bored of staying as inactive and resolved to continue with the second part of his game, taking advantage of it was still possible. He lit the lantern he had brought with him and turned his bright light in the face of his victim, who tried to cover his eyes with his hands, but was very weak, and could only squeeze your eyelids tightly as the only defense, arousing the scorn of captor.

- Come on, do not tell me it's not fun - sadistically said, while pointing his face with the machine, laughing its evil. Mulder squirmed in pain down the light bulb, until the torch was removed and opened his eyes cautiously. I could not see her captor, but he knew there was possibly a smile.

had not yet adapted to the reality of everything. The sudden and blinding light damage their corneas, had suddenly broken off the hurtful memories atmosphere that was deep, which, however, preferred the feel of a rough hand touring the inside of her thighs with a soft and strange tenderness caused her extreme revulsion to make you vomit.

But this reaction is not retracted the intentions of the murderer. His hand continued to gently glide to a terrifying insane delight to wrap that was exposed between the legs of his victim. The pleasure he felt when he squeezed his genitals materialized itself in an erection that lasted only seconds in which Mulder began to moan, but not of joy - as I wished the criminal depraved - but panic. Recognizing

disliked the class groans that issued his "chosen", increased the hardness of the pressure of his hand and slammed relentlessly nails, plucking a wild cry of pain from the sufferer.

- I thought you had guts, agent Mulder - he said mockingly, persevering in their torture - Did the FBI academy trained you well? - Continued jokingly.

- My partner ... going to kill you ... when I'm cursed - Mulder muttered brokenly, surprising her abductor, who did not expect a coherent response to these heights. However, only laughed and gripped his balls even more.

- Scully will never give your whereabouts. And if he does ... the only thing you will find decomposed body eaten by rats - devilish said with a laugh. - Furthermore - continued - do you think she really cares? Think about what you have had and tell me honestly, if you think she would rescue -.

Regardless of tears caused by physical pain was excruciating Mulder, a new stream escaped his control, pandering to the subject faced in inequality. While Mulder did not understand how this man knew so much of his life, had to admit with a sad resignation that he was right. Why would save Scully? He deserved what was happening. And with this certainty cracking the soul, gave in to despair and overwhelmed by their emotions. When he heard sobbing unsympathetic criminal manifestly delivered his genitals and smiled with joy.

- You will not find - he repeated. - You will die like the others. Lack bit - standing sentenced. Seconds later, a beam of light appeared in the darkness and disappeared instantly.


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Dana Scully awoke from his nightmare immersed in a convulsive fit of tears it took to stop. When was relatively quiet, lit the lamp on the nightstand and stopped to check the time on your alarm clock: The five and a half. He felt it was important to know, perhaps to be aware of the time that Mulder had been lost.

Mulder. At last I had seen, even in dreams. But what he witnessed was disturbing. He took a drink of water glass is always left on the side of his bed before sleeping and got up. He left his bedroom and sat down with his knees pressed to his chest in the living room couch.

weak Surrounded by golden light that came from abroad, an indicator that was dawning, focused on the scene of his nightmare: A dark room, Mulder prisoner assaulting him and a stranger. "Assault" was the only word that Scully dared to use to describe what had actually witnessed: a sordid and heinous act.

I knew what this dream: The missing piece to be convinced that their hunches were on track. However, how much could contribute to the search? The images did not keep any important data, except confirmation of what a hunch he had already hinted to Scully.

He leaned his head against the back, closed her eyes and tried to revive the scene. Mulder's screams back, as well as the words of the man who held him captive. Reviewed every sentence uttered. The man knew what it meant that he had been spying, lying in wait, perhaps for several days ...

He opened his eyes shut. Not going to find you. Die like the others. Almost there. His mind was clarified. Realized that there was a mass murderer either, but the same date had killed four men. What could have been so blind?

Excited by the recent discovery marked the landline number of your boss and waited anxiously for an answer.

I will find you, Mulder. Was said. Just hold on a little longer, please.

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continued ...

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is clear that the Finnish band HIM know what it is to succeed in Spain, and is after many years following the live track, I could see how his success has continued to grow more and more over the years. Never mind that the ticket prices go up a little more (an average of five euros) every two years, and that training is led by Ville Valo has not lost any popularity at this time, and although their study might alzancado discs have dimensions quality of his first two jobs, live continue to attract the first day or more.

When late last year for hosting afoturnada Barcelona was the only concert of the band, many knew that they would return months later to present their latest album "Dark Light", which was announced shortly after to set early March as month to download.

A little over a week of his visit to the two major cities in Spain, sold out again, and is already going at least three visits to Sold Out in our country, something that certainly makes Spain is a fixture on tour.

Madrid was the first city for download, and it was forced to reason from RockTotal a server, and you go back a few times, be moved to La Riviera, among many works, cold and a public that was two hours before the long queues input. The first thing to say is that it seems that the room in Madrid have been too small, but the truth, few options are already half full in the capital.

The expectation and desire were highest, so we decided to wait outside with a drink while waiting to enter the people, moments in which national NATURAL Project toward the opening act. The truth is that although the last two acts of the group left me somewhat cold, interview a couple of hours before the hotel had left me a good feeling Valo and HIM's leader exuded joy and good humor, something that certainly is finally reflected in his performance.

Shortly before 21 hours we entered the room, and although filled, and has an impressive look. Despite having sold out, his promoter behaved with the sale of tickets, and at no time were overwhelmed, a point clearly in their favor. The atmosphere was warm slowly and faces in the front rows, audience almost entirely female, reflecting happiness, excitement and nervousness about the always effective output of the band. We took positions as the lights went out and started to leave the entire group, keyboards, drums, guitar and bass to the applause went through the middle of the stage, and everything was located strategically, while four chandeliers rose up against the backdrop of the logo background of the band, a grim look at the same time romantic, recalling the Phantom of the Opera, which was overshadowed by the appearance of great Ville Valo, who won the general screaming of those females completely crazy and excited.

As usual, and given the state of the room enfervorezido, Ville smiled, lit a cigarette (almost one after another) and gave his own with its large single "Rip Out The Wings Of The Butterfly", which said the entire audience, while putting his posturita Ville typical melting their followers, all under a sound that was excellent in almost all times, and the spiders were burning really look to the room that had rarely enjoyed. The shot "Right Here In My Arms" makes photographers and people were moving from side to side under the warm voice of Ville, and musicians who were more active than usual, especially their bass player who could remember in Marco Hietala many respects.

Under the heated environment, HIM knew hit the mark indeed quite fast, with subjects that almost serve as a farewell, magnificent "Join Me" and "Wicked Game", true standards that followed the entire Riviera, creating the hot weather that always get these Finns. We arrived and one of the great moments when it sounded their new single "Killing Loneliness" with which people took to the street, a very attractive temazo was supported by the waste of Ville's voice, who was like all the best Sometimes he did not lack desire, and attractive mounting lamps supported up and down a few red lights gave an emotional aspect to the music. Timing

other key advantage, "Razorblade Kiss" which once again received the support of the people, but what really heard were the screams of the girls that this time, outnumbered men. Typically, a slow song breaks the pace a bit and it happened to "Play Dead", but it was something of the moment and they knew relaunch the show with his great "Your Sweet 666" sweet and hot as hell, and pull three grades hit songs that received the applause, shouts and monitoring of its people, see "Vampire Heart" and "Poison Girl" with The Riviera their chorus singing in unison. In those moments was the detail Ville with one of your pipes and make out on stage to dedicate a Happy Birthday Marty, to which everyone joined. Under

great state of complicity and joy, melancholy sound like a keyboard, an instrument that rarely shine in the HIM concert but he achieved the prominence it deserves, leaving full enjoy with "Sacrament", widely applauded and the saying goodbye for the first time.

little more than an hour of action and served three minutes of rest to return to the past issues, his record "Funeral Of Hearts" who got through more than one young heart, which followed a surprise in the form of version the Ramones, the "Poison Heart" with a powerful forward Ville while shut with another great song of the Finns, the vessel "Buried Alive By Love", showing that they also know a lot of strength to give it their music, in one of the heaviest songs and quickly ejectudas night.

Still not wanting to eleven we arrived, putting an end to give in English to thank for being there. Again a quite full Riviera put the finishing touches to a new performance of HIM, somewhat irregular band live that night was able to put all eggs in one basket, pick a good repertoire, enjoy great sound, and to support everything at a much more integrated Ville and happier than usual, which was reflected in one of his best concerts. Miguel Rivera

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most perfect day of my vidaaaaaa

day March 3, 2006:
get up a little late, around 2 am and I connect to the messenger to talk with Adrian, we had to get to go to the concert of HIM and stayed at 6 on the boulevard, and there were angie and these, to celebrate a birthday ...
adri and I are going to mercadona for a bottle of rum, to take us something before the concert ...
and go to the park from the west, which was the park that catches us closer to then go to the Riviera ....
in the park, we paint and get ready for the concert and at 7 and a quarter we will angel-to-door ...
and we, of course, with maaaaazo of people who also came to the concert ....
joe, I started to get nerviosaaaa, and came and had a tail, super long to enter, peroooo ... we slipped some friends! thank goodness ...
good, when we get into ... I was nerviosisisisima ...
started a support act, the truth is that the group was good, but damn, when you're waiting to hear the group do you like, you ace a little heavy that they sing about for a long ratooo openers, and nothing at 9 and a half, ended up playing these, I do not remember the name, and came to set the stage, instruments and all start singing to the time values .... I did ... but derrepente empiezaaaaa eternal .....
and sees a giant heartagram upstage ... a lot of candles ... and Ville Valo's head sticking out the back door ...
fuck, and they appear .... and gives me something .... it's like watching someone you had never imagined being able to see, someone can not, and I had a 2 feet away, apart from that I think a guy guapisimo, singing was great and direct. ... great, I was screaming and singing, and I had better than in my entire life ... I was euphoric and I can not believed, and I still believe you have got to see ...
but damn, I'm hoping to give another concert ... I gotta where it is needed to see them ... because I hope to see you more times in my life ...
finally, my dream came true that night, it was perfect ....
Ville Valo is the most perfect guy and have never seen .... and I would love to see you again

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