Fic: Tears Of The Wolf 3
Tears Of The Wolf 3 by PEJA
Summary: After colonization, the survivors were confined to camps. Several years later, a stranger is thrust onto the ex-agents. Fandom: X-Files Characters/Pairing (portrayed by): Time will tell. For now ensemble. Rating: FRT Prompt: Does Halloween count? Warnings: dark themes, AU, Genre: (General/hetero/slash)undecided, but leaning toward slash, Mulder/Krycek, Skinner/Krycek. Series or WIP: WIP Chapter 1 URL: http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/viewstory.php?sid=48522 Chapter number if WIP: Chapter 3 Sand-box [open series]: Y Permission to archive to WWOMB: Y Acknowledgments/Notes: This is the continuation of a tease I posted on LJ awhile back. Disclaimer. X-Files does not belong to me. no money made in this
The man who once was sat watch over the body of his companion as the hours dragged, day into night. As the day had grown hotter, he'd moved his faithful partner into a den of sorts, basically a corner of the enclosed camp that provided some small measure of shade against the hammering heat of the sun via the boarded observation walk-about.
The unlucky inmate, or guard, who dared, through intent or mere mishap, approach too closely were greeted by a feral creature who in no way resembled a civilized man. He would snap from his position, head resting across the wolf's dead body, to his hunches. An eerie non-human growl rumbled from his chest and his body coiled, broadcasting his eagerness to bring the unfortunate soul down under gnashing teeth.
A warning flashed through the camp to avoid the area. The prisoners had enough on their plate to add another danger. The guards had heard the horrific story of a massacre that had resulted in the capture of this one wild man. Several families would be weeping for their own loss, their loved ones ruthlessly brought down by the cunning of a man wolf assassin. They chose to exercise common sense where the new comer was concerned.
Mulder was not one to lean toward the safe side of common sense though. He jumped into shark infested waters on a regular basis. This time was no different. He was drawn back time and again to confront the non-communicative man-wolf.
The crunch-sloosh, crunch-sloosh of feet approaching screamed at the man who once was hat someone was getting too close to his claimed territory. He shoved up from his prone position, green eyes darting around, finding Mulder and then dashing on to ensure no one else was with him.
Mulder stopped, as he always did, just shy of the invisible line the man-wolf had drawn in the dirt. He squatted down and grinned. "It's only me."
Eyes narrowing, he lifted his head and his nostrils flared, scenting the air, and the man.
He uttered his eerie canine whimper.
"Come on, Krycek." Mulder asked softly. "How long are you going to keep this up?"
Frowning, the new-comer's lips silently formed the name, then winced as if in pain. The human had spoken Krycek over and over. Each time it sent a ripping jolt through his head. He whimpered now as the agonies burned through him.
"The pod...The group of people I bunk with have been instructed to show you the ropes, Krycek." Mulder told him, inching forward.
The man-wolf rocketed to his feet, his body coiling in preparation to pounce.
end part 3 and so....continue? drop it? Ideas on what you'd like to see happening?