From: Assling@aol.com Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 18:10:57 EDT Subject: The Rotten Apple Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree Source: direct Title: The Rotten Apple Doesn't Fall Far from the Tree Author: Mikey G.W. Rating: R Keywords: Pre-XF; Character Death Spoilers: i have six toes but now spoilers. Summary: A young Mulder takes actions against a rather bitchy grandmother Author's notes: I wrote this because I was in creepy mood. During the summers after Samantha disappeared Mulder was sent to his grandmother's. Fox was already a head case and unstable but living with his Grandmother drove him off the edge. He remembered her old paddle. It was three inches thick, had holes drilled into it. She called it The Snapper. He also remembered he could never do anything right with her. Everyday it was another rule broken. He slept in too late; He didn't eat enough of his dinner; He fell in her rose bush; He had impure thoughts. Then there were her meals. She always undercooked things. Her meat was always rare; Sometimes it would still be bleeding. Her vegetables were soggy; Everything she cooked was unediable. There were her ideas of clean. She constantly thought Fox as dirty and made him take cold showers four times a day. All the furniture was covered in plastic. He to dust all the wood twice a day. He was so miserable he entertained ideas of her death. It was on a certain occasion Fox had spilled a bowl of peas his Grandmother went to her closet to get The Snapper. She must have fallen though; She started calling and screaming for help. Now Fox's first instinct was to run to help her but remembered how he would be blamed for her fall. "Fuck that." He breathed. He opened the freezer. A freezing artic that he always found comfort in. For the past two months he had been growing an icle. Seven inches long; A little dull at the end. He broke it free off its ice box. The shrew's screaming was bloody. Fox pulled out a knife and began sharpening it. He smiled to himself while doing so. "FOX!!" "Just a minute." He said to himself. She thrashed and banged around creating a mess of the boxees holding precious relics of her past. "Grandma?" Fox asked sheepishly. "Ohh, Fox." She was relieved. "Thank heaven. Thank, thank, thank you." "Why did you fall?" "I was reaching for Snapper, heaven, I can't reach it anymore." She tried to create sympathy for her ailling ways. "Poor, poor, poor Grandma. You're getting so old. It's probably hard to raise a kid like me in the summers." "Anything for you Mother. I wouldn't want her to have you around all the time. After she lost her good child, you just aren't worth it." She said matter-of-factly. Even now, she's laying on the floor, helpless, needing him, she insults. Is she that arrogant? "You make me sick!" Fox screamed. "How dare you go and insult me like that! As if you weren't even talking to ME. As if I should feel sorry for the fact your just a crazy bitch!" "FOX-" "SHUT UP! Shut your fucking mouth! You think I would listen to you now?! You're laying on the floor, needing my help. I'd rather open my veins than let you get off that floor." A cold drop ran off the icle, over his fingers onto her leg. "What's that Fox?" She asked warmly. Trying to calm him down. "Oh, that's an icle. It's rather long and I just sharpened it. . . You know, Alfred Hitchcock, yes it was him, once said that the perfect murder weapon is ice. It doesn't leave prints and it melts. Therefore there's now weapon to leave as evidence." "You wouldn't do-" "That's why I'm here! I'm doing you a favor! I'm putting you out before you do any more damage to me." Fox dropped on his knees beside her. "I'm going to kill you. I guess that does make me the bad child." Before she could snap out of her shock Fox was burying the ice deep into her chest. Short, gagging sounds emmited from her mouth, as the ice was buried all but an inch into her chest. Last little bit of blood trickled past of the fast paling lips, spilling a drop on the wooden floor. Her eyelids drooped shut. And her breath ceased. Fox relished in his act. He killed his Grandmother. Now, all he had to do was go away and let the ice melt. And melt it did. Three hours later the ice was gone and only a bloody, damp spot showed any evidence of the attack. Despite her lifeless pose. Fox came to check on the ice when he found an old clipping that was thrown about in the closet. It was a clipping of his mother when she was a child. He read it, over and over again. He looked at his mother's picture in the paper and felt happy. Fox's mother came to pick him up the next day. He waited in the living room, packed and ready to go. Not thinking about the body in the closet. His mother came alright. Opened the door with her own key and saw Fox sitting there, smilling, happy. A little worried as to why her mother wasn't with him Teena went in search of her. She didn't have to look long before she stumbled onto the body. Literally. Her legs were rigid; Her face was white; her body had already began to smell. Teena choked right there. Fox came up to her and looked at his work. "Grandma is dead." "Oh, Fox. I'm so sorry." "Why?" He said cheerfully. "I'm the one who did it!" Teena Mulder didn't know what to do with her only child. He was her only. She gave her mother a proper burial in her rose bush garden. She and Fox said a prayer. Teena cleaned up the closet with lysol. Then arranged the closet in an orderly fashion. She gathered Fox's things and put them in the car. "Fox?" She asked calmly. "Where's the weapon?" "Don't worry Mom!" He laughed. "I killed her with ice so the weapon would melt away." Teena stared in morbid shock. "How? How did you figure that out?" "I heard a man say it, plus it made a lot of sense. So, when I decided to kill her I started growing an icle." "FOX!" Teena screamed. "That's very clever." Teena pulled out of the driveway and headed home. Fox pulled out the clipping that he had found in the closet. "Mom, I got this for you." She looked it over and smiled. "Yeah, that's me." "Teena Roberts was released today from Hillside Institution, declared mentally fit. "Teena had been accused two years earlier of killing her Grandmother. After serval interviews with doctors she was decided Criminally Insane." "As many would see that she has improved her ways. She now recognizes and feels remorse of what she did. . . " The End? FeedBack: Peterbradyismyfriend@yahoo.com home page: http://hometown.aol.com/assling/myhomepage/index.html