THE X-FILES
"Second Birth"
By Alien Girl
comixgirl@juno.com
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Rating: PG?? (I'm bad at the dating game...I mean *rating* game...)
Classification: Story...I dunno, this is really different
Summary: Scully's first child enters the world.
Keywords: Some Angst, Mel's P.O.V. (Not Melissa Scully, and not
Melvin....just *Mel*.) And different perspectives.
Spoilers: Not on this boat!
Archive: Yes, yes and yes! If it's going anywhere else, tell me so!
Feedback: FEED THE ANIMALS. ESPECIALLY POPCORN...I MEAN, PRAISE!:)
Disclaimer: Mol-dur and Skul-ee do not belong to me-e! Mel, the star of
the show, however does! I won't steal yours if you won't steal mine,
Chris! (Actually, I'd REALLY like it if Da Man of X stole my
characters...hopeful grin...:))
Author's Notes: Wow, here we go with another on-the-spot vinigette! This
is only the second first-person-P.O.V. that I've done, and although I do
like doing it it's somewhat difficult. Not to mention the situations
described. Again, this is from the "Accumulation"/"Around the World in
Twelve Months" universe, but none of those series are necessary to read
this. Just know that's where the kid(s) are coming from. :) Also, I'm not
all that knowledgeable in Scully's wonderful world of doctors and
medicine, so if I get anything wrong as fas as
hey-this-can't-happen-in-real-life, I'm sorry! Don't hate me 'cause I'm
ignorant! :) This story is told from a very...*different* perspective.
Hope y'all enjoy!!! :):)
On with the show!
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"Second Birth"
By Alien Girl
I had trouble breathing again.
I don't like being reminded of my own mortality. But I suppose all
things must die eventually. After all, I've lived a good, long life. I
can feel it, although I don't like to think about it, but I've noticed
that it's getting harder to breathe and harder to move. Perhaps it's a
sign.
If I am going to die soon, I know that I will truly miss this life. I
have everything that I could ever ask for here...warmth, security,
nourishment, a home. Why would all this have to end? I don't understand.
I will miss all this, but I know what I will miss the most...the
Farsounds. I love the Farsounds. I've been hearing them for as long as I
can remember, and I've always wanted to see them. They come from far
away, from outside my home, and I don't understand what the sounds mean.
But I love them because they are like songs, they are like my home, soft
and warm. Do they know that I am dying? Would they be sad if they found
out I was gone?
I wish I could stay here forever...
There it is again! I feel myself suddenly become sucked dry, I can't
breathe? Where is the wetness, the liquid that I always breathed? I'll
suffocate!
Everything moves suddenly, tightens and then loosens, squeezing against
me. I fight against it, force back the walls. What is happening? My own
home is trying to crush me!
Everything has gone mad. The entire world is moving, turning and heaving
and squeezing. I have to be dying now, there's no other reason for all
this madness. The warmth and softness have turned to a boiling heat and a
harsh solidness. Everything turns against me, becoming hard where it was
once comfortable.
I hear sounds from outside...but it is not like the Farsounds. It is
sounds of pain, of torment, of urgency. Are others dying outside? I don't
want to go outside and find out.
Another shift, and I feel hard solid grip me and squeeze. Pain! There's
pressure, pressure and it hurts! I've never felt such pain before. I
thought that death would be a comfortable acceptance of life's end, not
like this pain!
Moving, I feel myself moving. But not like how I usually move. This is a
pushing force, this is against my will. This thing of solidness
completely surrounds me and squeezes me, trying to crush me.
No, I don't want to die! I resist against the pressure, hold on to
anything that will keep me from going out. No matter what happens, I
won't let this horrible pain take me to the outside.
This only causes the painful, tormented sounds to increase. It is a
horrible sound, it makes me ache from the inside. I want it to stop! If
only it would stop I could die easier! With the sounds the pressure
increases, pushing, pushing against me. My attempts to not move aren't
working, I'm still being squeezed. How long does this torture have to go
on? Why can't I just die now and have it be over with?
My mind is going fuzzy, I must be getting close to the end. I hold onto
my home until the very end, even as I feel it collapsing. The entire
world is falling apart. The warmth becomes unbearable, the softness
becomes hard. Even as I long to remain in my sanctuary, I realize that to
stay would be the death of me.
What am I thinking? I'm already dying, it would be better to die in my
home than to die in the process of moving to whatever is outside my
world.
My strength is failing. I can't resist the squeezing solidness anymore.
It continues to push, it almost creates a rhythm with the sounds of pain
outside. Perhaps, it is that my home is in pain as well, suffering along
with me. Ironic that as I should leave my home that is should die as
well.
Suddenly, I feel this force burst across the top of me; it is not like
the solid that pushes against me, or like the liquid that I breathe. It's
an empty force, invisible yet present. And it's *cold*. I never knew that
such coldness could exist! Now the sounds of torment are loud, painfully
loud. I don't want to go out there! All that is waiting is a deathly cold
and pain and sounds of the tortured. Why did I have to die, why did I
have to leave behind my world of warmth and comfort?
Another shift, the pressure builds up until I feel locked in place
within the solid, completely unable to move, unable to struggle. And
suddenly, a giant brightness blinds me and leaves me helpless. The
coldness is all around, threatening to choke me. But the intensity of
this brightness...it's white, so white, it makes my entire being shudder.
The muted colors I sometimes saw within my home is nothing compared to
this brilliant, stunning whiteness that hurts my eyes.
And then it is all gone! It is impossible to breathe! I still feel wet,
but the liquid, the liquid that was my life's sustenance, has disappeared
into this forceful nothing that pounds me on all sides. It is a deadly,
sucking monster that suffocates me, filling me with itself so that I
cannot breathe.
I feel suspended between two worlds, hovering between life and death. I
feel the cold, cold, bright, forceful death upon me around my head, while
the rest of me is still tight within my warm, solid home.
There's that killing sound again...a wail, a cry of torment, a shiver of
deadly pain.
Then it all collapses.
The warm solidness gives one final push, and then I'm outside,
completely surrounded by the cold whiteness. Pain, pain, pain! The
coldness rushes inside me, and I breathe in death.
Now I'm hovering, floating, suspended in midair. I feel another
substance surround me...but it is hard, rough, and very, very cold. The
brightness prevents me from seeing it, but it is made of colors I have
never seen before. It's surface is hard and smooth, and sticky. It moves,
just like my home, lifting me up like a sacrifice. It must be death
itself.
Sounds! I hear sounds...but they come out of me! This sudden ability to
make the sounds I've been hearing shocks me, I never thought I could make
a sound like the things from outside. All I know is that it is like the
sound of my dying home, a sound of eternal pain. It originates from deep
within me, as the cold brightness rushes in the painful sounds rush out.
Pain! Pain in my stomach! Giant beings, beings bigger than the largest
heights, composed of the cold white, surround me and scrape my body with
their coldness. One of the beings has brought out a glittering creature,
smaller than me, and colder than the nothingness. It bites down on a part
of me and it falls away. Then another creature bites down on me again!
No, these creatures are eating me alive, they're ripping me to pieces!
Please, I wish they would stop!
Another creature surrounds me, but it is not like the ones that tore off
a part of me, it has a soft surface. It puts pressure against me, and
suddenly the wetness that was once my protection is gone. I am left cold,
dry, forced to breathe in the whiteness. And all I can do is hit and kick
to fight off these demons ripping me apart, fight as best as I can, and
cry, and cry, and cry.
Then everything moves quickly, so quickly that I can't even see what's
happening. All I know is that the cold, giant beings are holding me and
making their creatures attack me despite my efforts to fight them off.
They are all making loud, loud sounds, but they are made out of
confusion, nothing but meaningless sounds...they are strung together.
They make sounds like.....
YUDYDIT-YUDYDIT-BREEVBREEV-SHEEZHEER-SHEEZHEER-WAUW-YURBABEEDAUWDUR-SHEE
Z-BUDEFALL...
I'm dead. I have to be. How could this be anything else but death? This
is a torture, a torture with cold, white, giant beings making sounds like
war cries. There is another of their creatures...white, like everything.
It surrounds me and swallows, rubbing against my skin with its soft
surface. It feels a little bit warmer than the other creatures, it is
more compassionate thatn the other creatures that bit me.
The movement slows, just a little, and the sounds from above lessen
slightly. I feel this emptiness rushing past me, roaring in my ears. I'm
flying through the emptiness, having long since given up my struggle. I'm
traveling very far, far away from my home, to where or what I don't know.
But this is very puzzling. I keep telling myself that I'm dead, but I
still feel the same. I can still move, and even stranger, I've begun to
breathe this cold whiteness as if it were normal for me. Perhaps, then, I
am still alive?....
Then I've stopped. The cold, giant beings with their snapping creatures
leave me alone (except for the one with the soft skin) and I land in
someplace firm, warm, and soft. It wraps itself around me, and within I
feel warm and secure. It is like the beings that I first saw when I
entered the outside...but it is different. This being is full of warmth,
comfort, security...it reminds me so much of my old home. For some
unknown reason, I just instinctively know that it will protect me from
the cold and the creatures that bite, and all I want is for it to keep me
warm forever. I'm still making those painful sounds, it's like once I
start making them I can't stop.
I look carefully at this huge being comforting me, I am curious to see
what it looks like. It is like nothing I have ever seen before. The thing
that shocks me the most are the colors, such colors as I never thought
could exist. The top of the being is covered with a brilliant, hot color,
the color of passion, a color I have felt many times before.
I can feel it looking at me through colors the opposite of the passion
color...it has two splotches of something much different, of the color of
calm, of cool, of comfort and soothing breath. I'm not sure, but it seems
that it has wet on itself, like it once breathed liquid too. It looks at
me with wonder, relief, warmth, and love.
MIMAL-IZAH, It sounds through the colors. MI-BUDEFALL-MAL-IZAH.
I don't believe it! This being is one of the Farsounds! It stop my
chorus of painful sounds, just so I can listen to it. After all those
noises full of pain and urgency, this sound is like a beautiful song,
sweet and full and wonderful to listen to. The sound is full of love, so
much love, and because of that I love it back. I look at this being with
its vibrant colors and its loving sounds and I know it will love me
forever, more than anything else. It rescued me from the cold white and
the biting demons, and it sings songs to me like BUDEFALL and MAL-IZAH.
Just then, another being, like the one I am looking at, appears next to
my being. It looks different than the first, although similar. It is
bigger, and the color atop its head is dark, the color of strength and
mystery. It looks down at me with dark, soft colors, the colors of life
and growth and youth. SHEEZ-GORJUZ-SKULEE It sounds.
Again! This is another one of the Farsounds! Although different, it
creates sounds also filled with love and warmth, and I love it just as
much as the first. It moves, and I feel it touch me with a warm softness.
IMA-FADUR. Its sound is filled with wonder.
I don't know exactly what this is. But I know that these two beings love
me with all they are, and I love them with all that I am. I want to stay
with them forever, stay within their warmth and security forever. All of
the pain I felt is instantly forgotten, it is nothing compared to the
love that surrounds me. It fills me, and consumes me...I could never be
happier!
Perhaps this was not death after all. Perhaps this was just a second
birth.
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