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From: gyrfalcon@delphi.com (Gerri Oliver)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: Trailer Park - first half
Date: 20 Feb 1995 06:03:25 GMT
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Here's something different from a creative mind in the AOL E-Mail X-Creative
Club.  All comments to the author, and story will be available by ftp.   G.
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XF FanFic
by: Fikshun@aol.com
(AKA Brian Suyat)

******* THE X-FILES TRAILER PARK..............

Based on characters owned by Chris Carter, Ten Thirteen Productions
and Fox Broadcasting.  Used without permission, so if they ask where you
got it, deny everything.  Copyrighted by me, I wrote it and I got the copy
to prove it.

This is a set of, if they were shown on TV, trailers that are supposed
to get you hyped about watching the show.  You know, high tension and
action where maybe one of the characters gets mortally wounded, but you
know that won't happen because this week is a rerun anyway.  So, here
are my trailers, to be incorporated into a story at some time.  I just
think its more fun to work on action rather than actually trying to set
up plot, development, motivation, etc.

E-me if you think one of these will make a good story some day.


TRAILER 001

  Scully turned her attention to the attacker on the left.  A now former
attacker lay with his face to the floor holding his right wrist.
  Scully prepared for the attack by using her smaller size.  She could see
that he was confident of his strength and that could be either one of the
combatants' undoing.
  She deftly dodged the left feint by dropping low.  The man could easily
control her if Scully allowed him a grip.  She had to use her quickness to
fend him off.
  The man shifted his weight nervously, eyeing his small prey.  He snorted
in Scully's direction.
  Scully watched his eyes carefully they would belie his true tactics.
Her breathing was quick, but in control.  Her heart pounded in her ears and
her mind raced for an escape.  She wanted to brush the stringy,
sweat-stained hair out of her eyes, but couldn't waste the moment.
  The upper part of her right shoulder her where the iron grip of the first
man had caught her off guard.  She may have twisted her leg on that fight,
but he wasn't expected to be any more trouble in the immediate future.
She had enough to deal with right now.
  The man's arms bulged from his T-shirt.  It said "Property of Alcatraz,
XXL," and it didn't quite fit.  He twisted himself up to his right and
yelled a fierce attackers yell.
  Scully was petrified.  She cowered back as best she could, and when the
yell registered she dropped to the ground.
  It came as a great shock to her, and her opponent, when he missed with
a mighty kick.  The man's right leg had swung over her.  He settled with
his back exposed to Scully's own counterattack.
  Still on the ground, Scully seized the occasion with ferocity.  With her
left foot, she disabled the man's left knee.  All of his weight transferred
to the right leg which she quickly swept out from underneath him.
  As he fell, Scully swung her right leg around following the felled giant
and landed it on his chest.  Before he could rally, she also caught his
right arm and bent it into a control hold lest she have to break it to
attend to another attacker.
  Scully's teeth were set and she hissed through them to breathe.  The man
had rolled over on his side and was slapping his thigh, indicating his
willingness to yield.
  "Cadet Scully?" a calm voice entered her head.  "You may release Cadet
Marshall now."
  

TRAILER 002

  The rain had drenched Mulder's long coat causing him to shiver from the
bones outward.  Droplets of water formed somewhere on top of his skull and
slid down a lock a hair to land on his nose.  It distracted him some, but
served a slower rhythm with which to steady his breathing.
  Scully hunkered under the eaves on the other side of the door.  Her red
hair was matted down, and cold rivulets ran through her hair and down her
back.  It collected on her feet in the space between her aches and her half
a size too big, blue pumps. They squish-squished when she walked, and
Scully especially detested the squish-squish feeling in her soles.
  Mulder glanced at his partner giving her a ready look.  Scully nodded
in return and took a deep breath.
  Holding his gun down and in front of him, Mulder spun through the door
to land in the crevice on the opposite side of the door.  He scanned the
hall with his gun sights.  Nothing moved, but shadows danced around puddles
that gathered in patches across the floor.
  "Clear," Mulder breathed.
  On cue, Scully spun through the door immediately taking three steps in.
Her gun held straight out and searching for danger.  She knew Mulder to be
there, covering her, but she checked her back nonetheless.
  Mulder cocked an eyebrow, a questioning gesture to see who would go first.

  Scully blinked and flicked her eyes forward.  The proceeded down the hall,
Scully slightly in the lead, each hugging their wall.
  The shadows became more abundant and more menacing as they left the dim
street lights father behind them.  Dripping and splashing were the only
sounds as the two shuffled their way down the corridor.  It smelled bad
in here, musty and moldy.  Any doors they passed were securely locked from
the outside and overgrown with green slime and mold..
  A snaky finger traced across Scully's right shoulder.  She jumped forward
and spun around to face it.  She didn't see anything until it slapped her
in the face.  She ducked back with her back against the wall trying to trace
the motion.
  Mulder stepped forward, gun to the ceiling, searching.  He grabbed the
pull cord and yanked on it.  Light from a dim forty watt bulb illuminated
Scully's wide-eyed face.
  She sighed in relief and lowered her weapon.  Mulder gave her a half-grin
reproach and took the lead.  Scully walked with her back to him checking
the hall for anyone who may have entered behind them.
  Mulder stopped short as he noticed that the water was draining through
holes in the floor ahead.  He scanned the boards for a way around it.
The wood along the left wall looked sturdy enough to support them.  He
pointed it out to Scully, then carefully approached the opening.
  Timidly, Mulder placed his left foot on the board.  It supported his
weight as he slowly shifted it to take a step with his right foot.  He got
his right foot on the board and still it held.  Mulder noticed he had
focused all of his attention on the floor for the last few seconds.  He
took a moment to scan up the hall and then peered into the hole to see if
there was anything down there.  More so, he was curious in the event he
did fall through.
  Three shuffling steps brought him to what looked like solid ground on
the other side.  He took a jumping step and landed safely on the opposite
side of the gap than Scully.
  Scully had been watching for movement at both end of the hall.  With one
partner exposed, it would be the perfect time for an attacker to come out
of the wood work.  No new noise or distinguishable shadow leapt out at
them.
  Mulder pulled out his weapon and motioned to Scully to come across.
Scully holstered her weapon and crept up to the narrow board.  She
cautiously laid her weight on the board, she should be confident since
Mulder made it without incident.  However, agents didn't live long just
by example.  Especially agents in soaking wet pumps and stringy hair.
  Halfway across the board, a breeze blew up Scully's pant leg and then
whooshed toward the doorway.  She stopped at wind, peering into the opening.
She looked to Mulder, but he had his back to her at the time.
  "Mulder," she started.
  Mulder turned toward Scully and started to make his way back.  A loud
snap on his second step made him stop.  He and Scully changed very worried
looks.  Then they stared at Murder's left foot.  Scully thought that it
was a long way from her to just past that particular spot.
  Mulder examined the floor closely trying to figure out which parts were
truly solid.  He didn't want to move before he cold mark the safe spot he
was standing at.
  The wind leaked up through the hole in the floor again.  This time it
grew in strength and didn't stop.  A sloshing sound could be heard below.
Scully reached back to draw out her weapon, keeping a close eye on the
happenings below.
  A light sprang up from beneath Scully.  She shaded her eyes with her left
hand.  She tried to draw her weapon too quickly and too close to the wall.
It got caught in her jacket and she literally tugged herself off balance.
  Illuminated from the lower floor, Mulder could see Scully teeter over.
He lurched forward on his left foot and the floor immediately gave way.
He was able to get a step with his right foot but that didn't hold long.
He was falling.  A wave of water washed over him and broken boards hit him
from behind.
  Scully was falling headlong into the gaping hole.  She saw her partner
flailing a mere foot away from her.  It looked as if they would both find
out what was in the basement.
  Mulder's left hand struck an interior plumbing pipe and he hung on.  He
swung on momentum and rust scraped off the pipe cutting his hand.  It hurt
and he lost his grip on his weapon in the excitement.
  Scully had rolled over a bit and now had a clear view upward.  She saw
Mulder swinging toward her.  She put her hand out to keep Mulder form
kicking her and, in the process, managed to grab hold of Mulder's right leg.
Mulder felt Scully's grip on his leg.  He managed to swing his left hand up
in an overhand grip on the pipe before Scully's weight yanked them both
down.
He fought to hand on as they swung back.  His hands slipped on the wet
piping, but the held on somehow.
  Scully hung on to Mulder's leg.  She was still at least five feet from
what seemed to be the bottom.  It could possibly be more.  She got a good
look around when they stopped swinging.
  Agent Marshall looked at the two wet and scrambling partners.  They
looked like stranded mountain climbers, only without the ropes and in
really nice clothes. He shone the light under his own face so they could
see it was him.
  "Did you forget your flashlight?" he called.
  
  
TRAILER 003

  Mulder accelerated himself around the corner almost slamming into an
expensive vase locked in a glass case.  He slipped in his black loafers
on the marble floor trying to get back into a full run.  His quarry must
have made it to the next hall as he wasn't around when Mulder got his
footing and took a quick scan.
  He firmed his grip on his weapon and tried to keep it pointing at the
ground.  It wouldn't do to shoot an unsuspecting society debutante.
  He was calculating which way to turn first.  That would greatly redefine
the chances of him catching his prey.  He looked slightly to his left in
case he could see a running figure through the courtyard windows.
  Without warning, a reception table was pushed out from a room off to his
right.  There was no time to dodge it, he would take it in the gut pretty
quick.  Fiercely backpedaling, Mulder dropped down, taking the fall fully
on his right leg.  He tucked the gun into his belly and turned his head
into his shoulder.
  He slid right into the paper "Please Give to the NEA" sign hanging on the
table.  It tore way and only slightly slowed his progress.  He came to rest
by dragging his palm across the floor.
  He pushed the paper off with his left hand trying to stand in the process.
 
A foot kicked through the paper and knocked his gun across the floor.  He
rolled out toward it just as a foot stomped down just shy of him.
  Shaking off the rest of the sign, Mulder got his feet under him and
scrambled for his weapon.  As he neared it, a long filament slapped his
left ankle and snaked around it.  It was summarily pulled out from under
him.  Mulder fell on his right arm and it rang down to his belly.  He
stretched but still could not reach the weapon.  He felt himself dragged
along the cold floor.
  He set the side of his right heel into the cold floor.  Gaining some
traction, he was able to yank his left foot free of the long, black belt.
He tried to turn over, but a figure jumped on his back.
  Mulder pushed himself up on hands and knees as the attacker wrapped an
arm around his neck and began to apply pressure.  Mulder twisted his chin
into the crook of the arm so he could breathe.  He grasped the arm and
pushed his hips up into the attackers belly.
  Ducking tight and snapping his knees locked sends the attacker over his
head and sliding across the blue gray floor.  Mulder followed close behind
grasping hold of one of the scrambling legs.  Planted firmly on his
haunches, he managed to get one cuff onto the ankle.  He pushed back
against the floor pulling the struggling form with him and secured the other
end to the leg of the reception table.
  The spandex clad ankle struggled a bit but cannot slip the cuff over the
tread-soled pumps.  The figure, dressed in a translucent party dress
turned over and growled at Mulder.  Mulder sat kneeling on the ground
looking at his captive.
  "Hello Sarah," he smiled.  "Nice to see you again."
  Sarah placed her left shoe on Mulder's thigh.  She tugged on his tie to
bring her face closer to his.
  Sarah smiled up at him and stroked his cheek.  She then gritted her teeth
and pushed off .  The cuff bit into her ankle and yanked at her foot.  It
held and, by her strength and determination, the table slid across the
slick floor.
  The edge of the table caught Mulder in the back of the head with a loud
smack.  He fell forward striking the cheek Sarah had just caressed.
  Sarah searched Mulder's pockets as he groaned and rubbed his head.  She
found the keys.  Mulder made a grab for her hand, but she pulled his hair
near the bump.  She placed her knee on the back of his neck to keep him
still as she unlocked the cuff and the slipped it around Mulder's own ankle.
  "Don't stand me up again, and I'll let you win next time," Agent Mandel
called over her shoulder as she limped away.


XF Fanfic       Trailer Park    Brian M. Suyat



