Disclaimer:  
	Not mine...why do we hafta go through this again? Oscar and 
Andre are Ikeda's torture toys not mine, hence I am borrowing 
them and putting them back with (hopefully minor) damage.   

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Fear
by Aria(cune@coqui.net)



	The life that I had previously held dearly onto, started to fade as

the bullets hit me.  I did not even know where all I felt was a stinging pain 

and then a feeling as if drifting.  With eyes that at that moment seemed not

to be my own I looked at the sky.  Then closed them quickly.

    Was no one to lead me away from this life?

    Was I to go alone?

    Fear overtook me and I started to shake violently--I felt cold, so 
cold. . .

    "Rosalie, wipe her face" I heard a voice command.

    With an odd detachment I wondered why I needed someone to wipe my face.

It must be the blood, I mussed silently.  My blood. . .

    I was fading fast, it took so much for me to draw a breath and all the 

while, I inwardly cursed my lover--

    Damn you Andre!  Damn you for leaving me here alone! Damn you!

    Then a sudden peace came over me.

    //My love. . .//

    I heard him.  I wasn't mad!  I truly heard him!

    //I haven't left you. . .//

    But I was so afraid. . .

    //Don't be, I'm here//

    Will you guide me?

    //That's why I am here//

    Do I dare believe that it is real and not just an ilusion?

    //I am real, Oscar//

    Where are you?

    //Above you, in the sky//

    With the little strength I had left I opened my eyes and gazed upward.  

I was aware of a beautiful white pigeon circling above me.  Birds can be 

considered evil omens of death, the infamous crow for one--yet I did not 

fear anymore.  I believed Andre, I knew that he would guide me, and be with 

me.  I felt the little life I had left seep away, faintly aware of the cries 

around me.  But I did not fear.

    With an "Adieu" it was over.

    The detached feeling consumed me as I looked curiously and 

impassively at what used to be my body.

    "Oscar!"

    I knew instictively who it was.

    "I knew you would never leave me".

    "Never", he echoed and streched his hand.

    I took it and together we left, him guiding me to the unknown.

    But I did not fear. 

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End

"In the face of death, I am and what I have been has been given over cause
it was never mine"
	-D.K.S.
	X-Files Fanfic "One Endless Night" by DR Judd 
			



*author's (USELESS) note* 


	The story was supposedly titled "The White Pigeon" (ask Maritza) and
was totally NOT supposed to be like this, but as you all know stories tend 
to write themselves and we writers are basically mindless slaves to our 
spoiled and evil muses (Ma, the muse made me do it!). . .
or at least I am.
	Anyway being the pen-happy badger I am, I decided to go along 
with this story and am quite content with it.  Still the basic idea of 
Oscar's last moments leaves room to. . .maneuver.  So excuse the fact it 
ain't perfect, and stay tuned--I might come up with another Oscar postmortem 
story.

feedback needed to remind me I breathe 
	

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