The Reek of Purity (12 of ?)

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Disclaimer: The X-files belong to Chris Carter
and 1013 Productions, not me. I'm only
borrowing the characters for now. I'll put them
back when I'm done.

Rating: NC-17, language and other stuff;Okay, I threw
in some gratuitous stuff! So sue me; the devil made me
do it.

Spoilers: Thru 7th Season; Amor Fati, All Souls, The
Calusari, Die Hand Die Verletzt, EXCLUDES all things
and the rest of Season 7.

Summary: Mulder didn't feel the first gunshot but he
felt the second one. A sharp, breathless agony took
him in the chest and he found himself gasping on the
pavement. Overhead he heard the explosions of
gunfire, then saw a terrified Scully pulling at his
clothing....

Author's Note: This is a story of Satanic possession,
based on the accounts and transcripts of actual
exorcisms found in Malachi Martin's book "Hostage To
the Devil" and M. Scott Peck's "People of the Lie". To
the extent possible I will use actual events to flesh
out this story within the boundaries of a fictional
work and the twistings of Mulder's character. But it
won't be pretty. Be warned.

Further Note about demonic names: I have elected not
to use any of the names listed in the reference books.
However, demonic names are rarely the romantic and
exotic-sounding ones you find in horror novels. In
fact they are, like the demons themselves, rather
petty and unimaginative, describing the demon's
function or goal with regard to the victim. The name I
have chosen is entirely consistent with demonic naming
conventions.

1) Pretense--"the evil spirit will make every attempt
to 'hide behind' the possessed, so to speak--to appear
to be one and the same as its victim....If he (the
priest) fails to shatter it at all, he has lost."

2)Breakpoint--"is reached at that moment when the
Pretense has finally collapsed altogether...for the
first time the spirit speaks of the possessed in the
third person, as a separate being.

3)The Clash--"the first and outermost edge of a direct
and personal collision with the 'will of the
Kingdom,"....the nucleus of this singular battle of
wills between the exorcist and Evil Spirit."

4) The Expulsion--"Evil Spirit, having found a home
with a consenting host, does not appear to give up its
place easily. It claws and fights and deceives and
even risks killing its host before it will be
expelled....the immediate result is a struggle toruous
beyond imagining, an open violence that leaves
subtlety behind." (Martin, 18-22)

He screamed so long that Skinner began to wonder that
Mulder could remain conscious. He and Frohike leaned
forward and pushed Mulder down on the bed. Mulder's
right wrist was already cuffed to the frame and he
didn't fight. He just screamed louder, then slowly
began to whimper.

"Scully.....Scully....help me, Scully!" he muttered
her name over and over, eyes searching blindly for
her. She started forward but was held back by a
gesture from Father Clarence.

"Scully! Please.....please...it hurts..." Mulder's
face crumpled in pain, his body writhing against the
mattress.

Mulder drew a shuddering breath and dimly focused his
watering eyes on the priest. "So, why have you come
to disturb me? I am now of the Kingdom, didn't you
know? So why don't you just take the redhead and hump
off!" His voice deepened into a low growl by the end
of the sentence.

"My name...is Fox..William...Mulder...." the man on
the bed gasped out. His eyes sought out the woman.
"Scu...llee, please...I..."

"Silence. Do not address her. You will speak only to
me, in Jesus' name!" thundered Father Clarence.

>>Then I will be silent.<< The demon looked into the
priest's eyes and Mulder's lips remained closed, but
everyone heard the voice.

"Speak, Evil Spirit and name yourself!" Father
Clarence sprinkled more holy water on Mulder and held
up the crucifix again. Mulder struggled for about a
minute, trying to pull away. The silence in the room
was only broken by the rustling and heavy breathing of
Mulder's struggles against Frohike and Skinner.

Then Mulder's frightened eyes opened and the man
looked out but then was blotted out by a shadow. His
body seemed to collapse in upon itself, almost
shrinking him in size. His face was drawn taut and the
veins in his neck stood out with strain. He opened his
mouth and gasped for air, then his body seemed to
flatten into the bed as though weighed down.

The room became silent, as even Mulder's gasps could
no longer be heard. Mulder's eyes stare sightlessly
up at the ceiling and Scully leaned forward to make
sure he was still breathing.

"It's in command and I'm trying to force it to the
surface, to show itself," the priest whispered back.
He opened his prayer book and began reciting prayers.
Father Gregory handed around other copies of the
ritual for the group to make responses.

"Because he hopes in you, My God," Scully watched the
changes fluttering over Mulder's face as she read. He
looked...inhuman. But he was still there. She'd seen
him for a moment. Hold on, Mulder, she told him. Hold
on.

"In the face of the Enemy," Skinner watched Mulder and
the priest and wondered how it had come to this. He'd
always admired Mulder's strength and courage. But
this...this left him with a hazy sense of unreality.
But it was real. It was happening.

The all jumped when the folding metal chair skidded
across the floor into Father Gregory's shin. Then in
the next breath, the altar table tipped over and flew
across the room to crash against the wall.

Skinner looked down and saw that the bed was shaking
and starting to roll across the room. Mulder's body
trembled on it but clearly wasn't causing it to roll.
Skinner sat down on Mulder's legs and motioned for
Frohike to anchor the other end of the bed. Together
they kept it from moving any further while Father
Gregory cleaned up the altar table and rearranged the
candlesticks and books.

Father Clarence just stood, his lips moving and eyes
fixed on Mulder's face. The creature just looked back
with a little smile on its face.

"Why are you bothering me? Hey, you know I'm not much
on religion but this is getting pretty boring,
y'know?" Mulder drawled. "And I gotta wonder about the
fact that two of my male friends get off on pinning me
to the bed," he smiled and winked at Skinner, who
blushed a deep crimson but said nothing.

"How can I leave when I'm already home?" Mulder asked
reasonably. "If you ask Scully you'll find out that
this sort of thing happens pretty often to me. I get
involved in some exotic cases and I seem to act
strangely, but I'm really okay. I'm always okay.
Right, Scully?" Mulder gave her a charming smile. She
lowered her eyes and looked away.

"Actually, I've found God. You know that, don't you
priest? You're here to make sure that I can't complete
my spiritual development, like Reverend Hayworth
said."

"We are here to drive the Evil One from you, my son,"
Father Clancy said gently.

Mulder shook his head and replied genially, "Evil is
subtle. Injustice is ancient. All wrongs must be
righted. This is true Exorcism."

"The old sense of injustice rankles, doesn't it? You
turned away from love, from goodness and chose the
darkness you live in now, Evil One. Leave this man! He
doesn't belong to you."

"He invited me in," the reptilian look had returned to
Mulder's face. "And I haven't been asked to leave. He
wanted everything I had to offer."

"Except the Truth," Scully blurted out, then fell
silent when Father Clancy glared at her.

"Ahhh, the Truth. What is Truth, after all? Doesn't it
really depend on your point of view?" Mulder asked
conversationally, giving Scully an affectionate look.
"The truth a hundred years ago was that small pox was
incurable but today the truth is that it's been
eradicated. And a thousand years ago every scientist
would tell you that the earth was flat. Dana, you know
that the accepted truths of our world aren't
necessarily real. They're just propaganda."

Mulder grimaced at the priests. "How do you know that
I haven't found a better way to live? What have these
ignorant men ever done for you?
Scully, I'm *happy* the way I am now. I know things I
never knew before. I'm at peace. Please...let me be."
Mulder looked pleadingly at her.

Scully sighed and held her cross in her hand, then
looked helplessly at Father Clarence.

"You are the Father of Lies. What is your name?" He
walked forward again and began to sprinkle holy water.
Mulder grimaced and his body seemed to shift in form.
"We don't have names..." a low babble of voices rose
from Mulder's body.

"We are many....we are One. We don't need names....You
will drive us from our home..."

"Your home is the outer darkness, where you chose to
place yourself at the beginning of time. Leave this
man, in Jesus name! He doesn't belong to you."

"Truth...kill the
truth...killl...killllll...truth...Kill the
truth.....the truth is out there and kill it when you
find it....hide it and bind it.....kill it!" the
voices began to chant.

"Kill the truth, kill the truth, truth-killer, that's
me. That's us, we're truth killers. Kill it where you
find it, kill the One that holds it...kill him...kill
the truth in him...."

The demon opened its eyes. "He is One. A thorn in the
side, a nasty smell in the nose. He reeks of purity,
this one. Single-minded he will not be stopped and may
not be killed un-consenting. We have tried and tried
and tried and tried. He will not go. He will not stop.
He is the truth and doesn't know it; it's in his
blood."

"You are trying to confuse us! Be clear! Why do you
toment this man?" Father Clarence demanded again, but
Scully pulled at his sleeve.

"The future is in it. Life. Hope. He will lead and
others will follow. He will best the holocaust because
he can survive it. And his followers will be ours."

"What he is...what he will become. Kill the
truth...kill it, killlll itttt...kill the truth....the
one true thing...must die...."

"Do you know what this is about?" Father Clarence
looked around at the knowing expressions on the faces
of Skinner, Frohike and Scully.

"I knew he had enemies, but I didn't know how highly
they were placed," Skinner said with irony.