Quantico: An X Files Origin

15

"And what exactly are you, Mister Mulder?" The smoking man stepped forward into the dim beam of Dana's light. He puffed on a cigarette and stared at the two agents without blinking.

The two sat there in silence. Dana had a gut feeling of what was going on, but refused to believe it nor say what she thought. Fox Mulder on the other hand knew but was too weak to speak up.

"Do not be afraid." The smoking man said with an evil smile. It was so eery to see his wrinkled lips turn upward the way they did so. "I know that you know what you both are, Fox." The smoking man laughed.

'What,' Dana said to herself. 'What you both are." It was down-right odd to be classified as a what rather than a who. She glanced over at Agent Mulder who was frozen, his head hung down and his eyes closed.

Seconds passed on and the room was in silence. Dana could feel the tension expanding and her heart began to pulsate in her throat.
"Agent Mulder, please speak up. It might be for the best if you just say something." Dana whispered as softly as she could. Mulder slightly nodded his head with all of his strength and slowly picked his head up and balanced it on his thin neck.

"We're," he stuttered,"We're a part of your failed," he paused once more, "alien-human hybrid  project, aren't we?" Mulder struggled to say. Dana's eyes widened. Her life seemed to get more interesting and complicated by the minute.

"Now, let's not get too ahead of ourselves here," he laughed "The proper name of the so called 'project' you're referring to is Order 0993." The cancer-ridden man said as he paced the dark room.

"What's 0993?" Dana asked with a nervous, trembling voice.

Bitter silenced echoed the room until a younger and softer voice spoke up.

"A project performed by the government, instituted by President Johnson himself in the 1960's; to inject a select number of infants with a serum that removed the Rhesus Protein from their blood as well as amplifies their brain functions. Therefore creating a race of psychic humanoids." Eric stepped forward into the blue light and folded his arms against his broad chest, not losing eye contact with Dana and Fox. He was intimidating, but his words were what scared the two agents the most.

"And what exactly was this serum composed of?" Dana exhaled. Beads of sweat formed above her lip.

The Cigarette Man spoke this time. "It was nothing more than a simple mixture of atropine, barbituric acid, codeine, and..." he paused to puff his cigarette.

"And what else?" Dana asked insistingly.

"Oh, nothing too extreme," Eric interjected, "just a drop or two of blood from an extraterrestrial."

Fox Mulder hung his head once more as his point had been proven. He had nothing else to argue. His hypothesis was confirmed correct. Dana, on the other hand, became very heated with confusion and frustration.

"There's no such thing as aliens!" She barked from the bottom of her throat. The sweat beads were popping and spilling down her face like tiny waterfalls.

"My dear, how wrong you are." The smoking man chuckled.

"You have no hard evidence, no proof!" She yelled.

"Dana, my darling, the proof, the evidence is in this room right now."

"Oh yeah? What is it, then?" She snapped with wide eyes.

"You."

The news didn't strike her as a surprise, but more of something that she didn't want to hear. She didn't want to accept it. Yes, yes she knew that she was different and possessed some sort of strange powers. She was beginning to understand how her mind and body worked. However, she didn't want to hear the realizations of her being different, being psychic, being alien coming from anyone that wasn't herself.