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Possession 


    I'd had enough. The time to act was upon me. It had been an hour since the scene where
Scully had fired at me from the balcony. In that time, I had taken up shelter in the magnolia
grove, afraid to reveal myself. I hate hiding and cowering especially from a woman. Well, the
time for cowering was through it was time to act upon my instincts. 
    Boldly, I stepped out from the shadows of the trees and stood on the edges of the circular
drive. I half-expected Dana Scully to show herself at the balcony doors and begin firing again,
but she did not. The doors remained closed and the balcony unoccupied. 
    I went to the garage where I had hidden the gasoline. I took them one in each hand and
walked outside. 
    I made my way along the drive and soon, I was at the plantation. "I'm back Dana!!" I shouted
at the balcony I was determined to show her who was in charge here and who was not walking away.
"I'm tired of playing cat and mouse with you! It's time to do what I came here to do. It's time
for the glorious downfall of Magnolia!" 
    When I received no answer to my declaration, I continued with my work. I unscrewed the cap
and throughly doused the circular driveway with raw fuel. I then did the same with the porch and
through the open doorway into the entrance hall. 
    I made a complete tour of the downstairs. i climbed through the window that lead to where
the blaze I had set earlier continued to burn. 
    I uncapped the second bottle and made my way around the mansion, the fumes from the gasoline
filling my nostrils making me even more giddy then the  alcohol had. I laughed and stopped
through the snow and finally, I was back to the circular drive, where I had started. 
   "My work here is done, Dana! All that needs to be done is light a match. But first, I must
deal with you. The scenario would not be complete without the conquest of Magnolia's mistress,
don't you agree?" 
    I listened for a reply, but there was none. Only silence came from the room and the balcony
on the second floor. I thought of Dana --of her supple, feminine body and her long spill of
auburn hair--and felt the heat of my desire awaken in my loins again. With a husky laugh, I
started toward the front entrance of the gasoline-soaked manor. I had only taken a couple of
steps when my attention was turned by a sound. A sound that I could not identify. Then, a
consciousness much older then my own recognized the drumming staccato that echoed from the far
end of the driveway. 
    It was the sound of horse's hooves thundering against the ground...and it was coming
straight toward me. 

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    After the brutal slaying of Captain Bates and the execution of the woman of the house, I had
a decision to make. The men wanted to leave the bodies where they were, but despite to all the
atrocities I have been privy to over the past few years, I found that had to give the two a
proper burial. Therefore, despite the protests of my men I took our captain from the woman he
had so brutally violated and murdered. 
    Almost immediately afterward I received a dispatch from General Thomas, in need of
reinforcements and requesting our presence on the battle field. Given little time to do what I
had to do, what needed to be done, i was forced to act hastily. Although against my conscience
to do so, I had no choice but to bury the remains of the two as quickly as possible... 

    I read those words aloud and over again to make sure I had them right. "Oh my God," I
muttered as I finished with the last a paragraph again. I now knew the grisly truth, as well as
the reason that Magnolia seemed to be a place of multiple "hauntings". The realization hit me
like a slap on the face. Two people died at Magnolia that night...but only one grave was dug. 
    I returned the slip of paper back into the drawer where I had found it and wondered what I
was going to do next. 


    Wade Laughlin turned  and looked at the horse from the direction of the highway. 
    It was a fine thoroughbred roan, coal-black, with a white star on it's forehead. The animal
itself was no importance to Laughlin, however, peering past the horse's windswept mane, that was
what concerned him the most. 
    A moment later, he was able to distinguish the man's features: the shaggy brown hair and the
mustache, the piercing eyes of  bright green, they belonged to the last man in the world Wade
Laughlin expected to see there that night. 
    Without a second's hesitation, Laughlin drew his Colt Army from the waistband of his
trousers and extended it at arms length. He waited until the rider came within fifty feet of
him, then snapped off a single shot. The .44 boomed, belching fire and black smoke. Despite the
darkness and the distance the lead ball hit it's mark, burrowing deeply into the space between
the horse's eyes. The animal made a noise and fell to the ground sending his rider into an
awkward summersault. Laughlin watched as the man attempted to free his leg from underneath the
dying horse, but his foot caught in the stirrup and held him there, trapped. 
    Laughing, the evil man cocked hos revolver again and ran toward the dark heap thirty feet
away. When he reached the fallen horse the horse had breathed it's last and was dead. 
    Curiously, Laughlin levelled his pistol and stepped around the dad horse. "Damn it!" he
cursed when he  failed to find Mulder lying where he had expected him to be. There was an
impression in the snow where the horse's dead weight had allen on the man as well as footprints
leading into the woods. 
    Angry, Laughlin stepped to the edge of the magnolia grove and fired a couple of blind shots
into the darkness. "I know you're out there Mulder!" he shouted. "Do you hear me!" there was no
answer to his call. Wherever Mulder was he was not foolish enough to give up his whereabouts by
speaking. 
   "I don't know how you got out here, Mulder, but you've wasted your time. No one, not even
you, will stop me from what I came here to do. If you attempt to try and stop me, i will not
hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?" 
    Again silence met his angry shouts. Laughlin fired another warning shot. "I'm serious,
Mulder!" 
    He turned and stalked back to the planation house and as he did the strong odor of gasoline
filled his nostrils reminding him of his earlier intentions. Laughlin turned his thoughts from
the hindering presence of Mulder and vowed that he would not stop him. No, if it took his very
last breath, Wade Laughlin was determined to ravage the mistress of Magnolia and leave her
beloved home in a firey ruin before the night was over. 


    Fox Mulder leaned against the trunk of a maple tree, not more then a stone't throw from the
eastern edge of the house. 
    He fought the pain in his right leg. It had felt numb at first, after the horse had fallen
on it, but now the feeling was returning to limb and it hurt like hell. He felt his pants leg
stretch. His leg was swollen nearly twice it's normal size. 
    But he knew he had to ignore such a handicap. He thought of 
Scully and what she would suffer at the hands of Laughlin if he were to let the pain slow him
down. He recalled how crazy the man had seemed,armed with sword and pistol, his dark eyes livid
with lust and depravity. Before the accident which had made him unconsicness, he had just seen
Laughlin as a crude flirt with a drinking problem and really nothing more.But now he saw him in
a completely different light. he no seemed more like a sadistic madman with the potential to
wreak the worst kind of havoc. 
    Mulder knew he could wait there no longer. he had to get inside that house. He took a step
away from the tree and felt pain like he's never experienced before, shot up his leg. he nearly
collapsed at the pain, but he knew he could not allow himself to do that. He breathed deeply
then limped through the trees toward the side of the house. 
    When he reached the garden, he found that Laughlin had started a fire with t he house
furniture as fuel for the blaze. He cautiously edged and reached the back door and noticed that
the bay window was shattered, so  he decided to take that route instead. 
    It was difficult climbing the window with an injured leg but he finally made it. He reached
down to his leg strap for his extra and pulled out the little weapon, he never went anywhere
unarmed. Then he crept into the entrance hall. 

    Wade Laughlin stood in the center of Magnolia's living room with the decanter of scotch in
his hand, the liquor helped settle his nerves. Mulder had been an unexpected diversion in this
night's celebration, he cold not let the agent ruin things for him. 
    He thought of Scully again, cowering in the bedroom upstairs. the image of the angry woman
fueled his passion, and his need to dominate her grew even stronger then before. He knew that
she was armed, but that fact seemed less disturbing to him then it had before. He was prepared
to take any chance he needed to to finish what he had come here to do. 
    As he crossed the entrance hall, intending to head up the stairs and finish this once and
for all, someone called out from the direction of the kitchen. 
   "Stop where you are, Laughlin!" warned the voice of Fox Mulder. 
   "You're a fool, Mulder!" the man said with a laugh. he raised his gun and cocked the hammer. 
    But, before he could pull the trigger, the flash of gunfire bloomed from the corridor, along
with a brittle crack. Laughlin's heart leapt to his throat, and blindly he fired back. As he
started for the foot of the staircase a second shot rang out. This time the bullet was closer to
it's target. Laughlin cried out as searing white-hot pain burned across his left side, just
below his ribcage. he reached underneath his sweatshirt and felt the warm wetness of fresh blood
flowing from the open wound the gunshot had made. The wound was shallow, but it still stung like
fire. 
    Laughlin snapped off another shot, the reached the stairway. He bounded up the carpeted
steps, aware of the motion of the man below him. He dropped to his knees as another shot was
fired from the other man's gun. The slung hit the spot where Laughlin had been standing a moment
ago. 
   "It's not use, Mulder!" he yelled out. "You can't stop me!" 
   "I'll see you in hell before I let you harm Scully!" Mulder yelled back. Then the gunfire
continued, filling the darkened house with flashes of fire ad the sulferous stench of burnt
powder. 


END OF PART 14****************PART 15 COMING SOON 
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Possession 


    The elderly man stood at the end of the plantation with a shovel in hand, he knew that he
must do this. He looked to the house where, through the windows, he could see Wade Laughlin and
the FBI agent in some kind of shooting match. Strange that there was no lighting in the house.
He knew what he had to do, he had to help them, he knew that this would happen. That was why he
had to save them, had to save them all. The crack of gunfire and the rise and fall of angry
voices drifted from the direction of the house as the man took his shovel and began to dig. 


    The desire turned maddening. Wade found himself tearing at his clothing and growling like a
wild animal as he made his way slowly up the winding staircase. He thought of Scully waiting
upstairs; of soft creamy skin waiting to be mauled and bitten, and a slender throat waiting to
be crushed by powerful hands. And with the agony given, there would be ecstasy received.
Violation and death, in exchange for one flashpoint moment of pleasure. 
    He reached the top of the stairs, and without any regard for his safety, stood up. Almost
immediately, Mulder fired. The ball hit his leg just above the knee cap, but he did not curse
the pain. Instead he greeted it as one might greet an old friend. Laughing maliciously, he aimed
downward searching for a glimpse of his adversary. 
    A moment later, through the gloom, he caught a pale circle of a face approaching the foot of
the stairway. Laughlin pulled the trigger. The gun at that point bucked out of his hand
unleashing it's deadly projectile toward the lower floor. He grinned when a yell of pain was
heard and he saw the form of Mulder retreat back down the corridor. 
   "I'm coming for you, Dana!" Laughlin yelled in a voice not his own, "I'm coming for you right
now!" 
    Then pistol at his side and, drawing the calvary sabre from it's scabbard, began to walk
down the hallway toward the bedroom. 


    The revelling clang of metal against bone sounded from the hole the man had labored in, he
jumped as the sound of a single gunshot followed by the sound of pain hit his ears. He had to
finish this before it was too late. He found the skeleton. "This belonged to poor Shannon." the
man said sadly almost as if he were grieving for the woman, in a way he was for she was here and
he knew he had to save her. Now he had to find the man who had killed her, and then he hit
another solid object within the ground "James Bates." 
    He decided to lay the bones of the sadistic, evil man next to the spot where he had found
them. He looked up at the billowing leaves of the willow tree, leaves turned yellow by the
change of seasons. Though there was snow on the ground the elderly man found an almost surreal
beauty to the tree. 
    Enough of sentimentality, he thought. He had to finish this.  He took the shovel and began
to bury the remains of James Bates. 


    Mulder stumbled through the kitchen and collapsed onto the floor. He clutched his left
shoulder fighting the pain there. Blood coursed through his splayed fingers, slowing slightly at
the pressure he applied. Still the wound was serious. He was concerned if he didn't stop the
flow of blood he would be too late to save Scully from the threat of Wade Laughlin. 
   With some effort he lifted himself up against a cabinet and staggered to his feet. He took a
pot holder and slung it beneath his armpit and wound it into a crude tourniquet. The bleeding
slowed to a creep and then stopped completely. 
    Overhead, he heard the heavy drumming of footsteps. The footsteps moved along the upper
hallway. He instantly knew where they were headed. 
    Although his left arm throbbed from his shoulder wound and his leg was still swelling, he
fought against the pain and quickly made his way up the rear stairway that led to the mansion's
upper floor. 


    Dana Scully sat on the edge of the canopy bed, gun in hand, listening to the sound if
footsteps echoing along the hall. 
    Several confusing things had taken place in the last fifteen minutes. Gunfire roared
downstairs, and from the difference in resonance, she had determined that it had originated from
two separate guns. Obviously a battle of some sort was going on down there, between Laughlin and
another party. Exactly who that other party was, though was a complete mystery to her. 
    The last gunshot was followed by a yell of pain, then the sound she now heard: the
distinctive rapping of footsteps of the upper hallway. 
    Scully held her breath as the one outside made his way along the upper corridor and come to
a halt directly outside the door. She listened intently. From the other side, she could hear
rapid breathing, labored more from excitement of mounting passion the from actual physical
exertion. 
    "Get the hell away, you know I've a weapon and you know I'll use it if I have to." she
warned. 
     The warning seemed to amuse him. A peal of laughter roared from the hallway. It was
followed by a heavy crash against the panelling of the door. In spite of the added precaution of
a deadbolt, the door gave way. It swung open, revealing the man who had terrorized her for the
past few hours. 
     Wade Laughlin entered the room, filling the chamber with his fierce presence. Looking at
him, Scully could not believe that he was the nice courteous man she had met when she entered
the house called Magnolia on the the nineteenth of the month. Now he resembled a rabid animal
more then anything else. His clothes were torn and reeked of gasoline, he face was set with a
predatory snarl. His dark eyes burned with mixed emotions: anger, lust, and triumph. Scully's
gaze shifted to the bloody stump of what used to be Laughlin's ear. She had wondered if the shot
she had shot through the door had actually caused him injury. 
   "It's time, Dana." Laughlin savagely growled. Then, sword in hand, he started toward her. 
    Scully squeezed the trigger of the weapon, resulting in the wounding of Laughlin's left
bicep. Soon, the sleeve was drenched in fresh blood. But the expression of carnal hunger
remained on his face. It was as if his consuming desire made him completely oblivious to the
injury she had just inflicted upon him. 
    With her last bullet gone, Scully found herself at a loss of what to do next. 
   "There is no use fighting, Dana. I will have you, just as surely as I will burn the house and
everything around it to the ground. I missed it's destruction once before, but I'll be damned if
I'm denied that chance this time!" 
    Scully stared into Laughlin's dark gaze, and suddenly received the impression that she was
looking at someone completely different the the man who actually stood there. That it was not
Wade Laughlin who advanced on her but a murderous form of possession that had somehow taken
control of the mild-mannered man. And from that source deep within herself, she recognized that
face, that personality of the destructive demon that had terrorized her over 100 years ago, and
identified him by name. 
   "Bates!" she said and began to crawl backwards on the mattress of the bed. 
   "Yes, it's me!" replied the voice that held no resemblance of Wade Laughlin. "And you know
what I have returned for...don't you Shannon?" 
    The same feelings of terror and dread that Scully had experienced upon touching the
apparition of the weeping woman came rushing back, and suddenly she knew the answer to the
mysteries that had plagued her from the past few weeks. The spectral essence of the tormented
southern belle resided in her and was her. 
    Scully was jogged from her mental revelation when Laughlin reached the end of the bed. The
man tossed his sword aside and grabbed her by the ankles. She struggled to escape, but his hold
was too strong. Inch by inch, she was pulled across the mattress until she found herself
directly beneath him. 
    Scully tried hitting him and hurting him. He roared with laughter and backhanded her across
the face. Scully's head rocked back with the force of the blow, she fell back, unable to summon
the strength to continue her struggling. 
    The terror of the act that was being committed resurfaced when she felt the strong hands
grapple with the fly of her jeans. Soon, the zipper had been disengaged and she felt the garment
being wrestled from her body. "No!" she yelled. "Don't!" 
    Again only the cruel laughter answered her pleas. Scully smelled the stench of liquored
breath and saw the blaze of unbridled desire flare even more brightly in his eyes.Then his right
hand reached toward her bikini underwear, the fingers yearning to tear away the flimsy fabric. 
    But before that could happen, the sound of movement came from the bedroom door, as well as a
voice. It was the last voice Scully expected to hear at that terrifying moment. 
   "Let go of her, you son-of-a-bitch!" Mulder demanded 
    At the sound of that voice, Laughlin cast his mind away from Dana Scully, aware of the
danger he confronted. His right hand moved from the woman's hips to his sabre. Then he whirled,
a shout bellowing from his throat. 
    Mulder was unprepared for Laughlin's attack. The man brought to sword down with all the fury
he possessed. Luckily, the edge of the tarnished steel struck the barrel of the weapon in
Mulder's hand, sending it flying from Mulder's grasp into the corner of the room. 
    The madman came after him again, his anger fuelling his strokes. Mulder looked beyond
Laughlin to see the white outline of Scully's face and he knew that he had to survive this thing
if only for her sake. 
    Mulder crouched and waited for the man to attack again, and when he did Mulder took his
advantage and tackled the other man. Mulder grabbed the other man's wrist, it was difficult to
gain the upper hand 
Laughlin outweighed and was taller the he. 
    Laughlin seemed to sense Mulder's weakness, he roared with an arrogant laughter ane
increased his leverage. Through some unknown power, tapping some far off reserve Mulder began to
match the man in physical prowess. He slammed Laughlin's head against the  post of the cherry
bed. From the force of the blow, Laughlin's sword and pistol slid to the floor. Unarmed the two
men wrestled on the floor. Scully watched and waited until the two men rolled past the bed,
toward the French doors. 


    The man reached the Braxton Family graveyard and started digging a shallow hole for the
remains of Shannon Braxton next to those of her beloved husband, Edward. 
    He emptied the remains into the hole and quickly took his hat from his head and began to
pray. "The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want..." 


    5 feet from the French doors, Fox Mulder and Wade Laughlin separated. Their eyes met with a
mutual rage and they started swinging fists and hitting again. 
    Scully watched the brawl from the bed, she was aware that it was Mulder and Laughlin
fighting, but she sensed that somehow they were two entirely different people. The vengeful
Southern husband, Edward Braxton, and the sadistic Yankee officer, James Bates. 
    The battled savagely, Laughlin's laughter was coupled with his grunts of pain as well. After
delivering a blow to Mulder midsection which had sent him reeling backward, the man laughed like
a madman possessed by the devil himself. 
   "What the hell are you laughing for?" an angry Mulder asked. 
   "I'm rejoicing, you fool! Despite your petty attempts to stop me I have won!" Then from the
pocket of his jeans Laughlin pulled a lighter. 
   "No!" Mulder screamed 
   "Just try and stop me!" Then laughing Laughlin turned toward the edge of the balcony. 

    The man went back to the tree and prayed again but not for the soul of the evil man but for
deliverance from his evil presence "Please Father, do whatever you intend to do before this
entire place is destroyed!" 


    Mulder tried to run for the man but his body would not move as if afraid if he touched
Laughlin the the lighter would be dropped, sending a wave od consuming fire through the entire
mansion. 
    Then when all hope seemed lost something happened, something unexpected by either man. 
    He watched as Laughlin's expression of triumph turned to one of horror. His body grew rigid
and his mouth grew wide, but no sound emerged, instead pure energy was released  from the man's
body. A geyser of electric blue light rose into the darkness and slowly took shape, changing
into the form of a man, a Union captain with an expression of defeat on his mutilated face. With
a mournful wail the spirit of James Bates pulsed and faded from view. 
    Startled and frightened, Wade Laughlin fell to his knees on the balcony "Lord help me." 
   "Mulder." someone called from behind. 
    He turned in time to see Scully clutching the cherry post for support "Scully." was all he
could say. 
    But before he could go to her, he saw something incredible take place. An aura of brilliant
blue light seemed to circle her. It frightened and fascinated him at the same time. Mulder
watched as the form of a woman walked toward him. She did not resemble the mauled woman the
Scully had reported seeing. The marks were absent, as well as the torn nightgown. Instead she
was delicately beautiful, her auburn hair hanging in ringlets. 
    The closer she came the more Mulder felt that something odd was taking place inside of him.
He watched as a moment later the form of a man stepped away from him. 
     Mulder and Scully both watched as the two spirits approached one another. A hundred and
forty years had separated them, but that barrier was there no longer, the two embraced in an
unearthly like fashion. They seemed to merge, becoming one. Then a brilliant flash of light and
they were of this earth no more. 
    For a moment both agents could do nothing but stand there transfixed by the scene they had
just witnessed. Then the distance between them was no more. They embraced and held eachother for
a long time. As they kissed they realized they shared something very special with Edward and
Shannon, something that could not be denied. 
    It was a love that would last for eternity. 


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