Quantico: An X Files Origin

5

An explosion of sunlight filled Dana's dorm room and woke her up from her much needed sleep.

"Rise and shine!" Chanel exclaimed as she drew the curtains open.

"Augh. What time is it?" Dana said as she shielded her eyes.

"Seven thirty. I let you sleep in thirty minutes because I'm the best roommate ever." Chanel smiled.

"The best roommate ever wouldn't wake someone up before eight," Dana said as she put her pillow over her face.

"C'mon, Dana. I know you had a hard day yesterday, but I promise, today will be better." Chanel said as she took a seat on Dana's bed.

"Fine. I'll get up. But only because I don't want to miss breakfast." Dana said as she sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes.

"Good girl," Chanel said, in a voice that was way too happy to have at seven AM.

"Where's Bonnie?" Dana asked as she folded her clothes for the day into her towel.

"You know her. She was up at five, went for a run, showered, ate breakfast promptly at six, and is probably in the library studying."

"Wow," Dana said as she grabbed her plastic bag of shampoo, conditioner, and soap. "I wish I was that disciplined."

"We all do, but no one ever has the motivation to fix it. I want to be ten pounds lighter, but I don't like salad." Chanel said with a chuckle. Dana smiled back.

"Well, I'll meet you at breakfast," Dana said as she set out for the showers.

"Dana, wait," Chanel said. Dana turned around to face her. "You were right yesterday, about giving voices to the silent. I'm sorry that I shot you down. I now understand why you did what you did and I admire you for that."

"Apology accepted." Dana smiled.

There were a few girls in the shower room, none that she knew or recognized, which was good. She didn't feel like reliving the day before.They were all getting dressed, putting on their makeup. They would probably be out before she even finished showering.

Dana walked into a shower, undressed, threw her nightshirt over the curtain rod, and started the shower. She took her ponytail holder out of her hair and stretched it across her wrist. Her hair was brittle and dry to the touch. She knew that it was most likely stress related. Dana breathed in the steam and massaged the back of her neck as she let the water flow down her face. She finally felt relaxed and rested.

She washed her red hair, deep conditioned it, and began to shave her short legs. Just as she was halfway done with her left leg she felt a burning sensation on her Achilles heel.

"Oh, crap." She whispered as she watched blood swirl down the drain. Immediately, she turned the shower off, wrapped a towel around herself and sprinted to the sink. She wiped her cut off with a paper towel, but it continued to bleed and bleed. It just wouldn't stop. Doing what she knew best, Dana applied a wad of paper towel to the wound with pressure and hoped that it would clot. To no avail, Dana watched as the blood seeped through the bundle of paper towels.

This isn't normal. She thought to herself.

Dana looked down at the floor to find herself standing in a puddle of blood. She felt lightheaded. In all of her years of medicine, and being a woman, she had never witnessed a simple razor nick bleed so severely. There was no one around when Dana fell to the floor and everything went black.

Well, actually, there was one person.

The stranger bent down next to the unconscious Dana Scully, pulled a syringe from their pocket, stuck the tip of it in the pool beneath her foot, and extracted a full ounce of Dana's blood. They pocketed the stolen fluid and exited the shower room promptly. Leaving behind no trace of their evil doing.