Please Don't Kill Her Part 4 of 4 by tbishop27@aol.com Disclaimer: See part 1 He tied her into the armchair that he'd brought in from the kitchen. Binding her wrists tightly to each arm with duct tape. He felt the thrill of what was about to come coursing through him. He trembled with anticipation. The smell of the tape as he tore it with his teeth reminding him of the others. Reminding him of the power. He continued his work, taping her around her forearms just before the elbow joints, making it impossible for her to move either appendage even a fraction of an inch. He wanted her completely helpless. As he tied her with a rope around her waist, fastening her securely to the chair, he glanced up into her face and a surge of sexual pleasure took him as he witnessed the fear in her eyes. It had been so long. He'd denied himself any of the usual pleasures with that last one. Her death had only been a tool in his revenge against Agent Mulder. What a pity it had been to waste her like that, but he hadn't had the time to linger over the details of her death. This woman sitting before him would soon give him back that ecstasy he'd lived without for all these years. He moaned with delectation, relishing the control as he taped each of her legs along the full length of the corresponding front legs of the chair. She was trapped. She was his. His breathing had become ragged as the anticipation of the fulfillment of his desires grew. Slowly he ran a tremulous hand over her bound calf and up the inside of her silky thigh, stopping just under the line of her formfitting black skirt. He looked up at her, and a gratified smile crossed his lips. Easy J.T. All in good time. Don't want her partner to miss any of the fun. Can't forget about Agent Mulder. His contrition isn't complete yet. They are both under my control. The thought aroused him more than the press of warm flesh under his sweaty palm. The need to punish and inflict his will had swelled in him, threatening to spill out in a violent rage. They must be punished. I want to hear her scream. I want total control over her. When she is screaming I'll know that I control her body and mind...and when I kill her, her soul will be mine too. Scully breathed a sigh of relief when he finally left her and turned his attention to his camera. The obvious erotic satisfaction Jordan Hebert had derived from tying her to the chair had brought back vivid and disquieting memories of the tapes. Her mouth was dry and she found it very difficult to swallow. She'd been afraid many times in her life but never like this. Hebert had a way of terrorizing his victims by rendering them completely helpless to his madness. Her fear was intensified by the knowledge of the acts she had witnessed him commit, and heightened by the dread of yet to be revealed evil lurking within him. Hebert loomed in front of the camera saying a few things for Mulder's benefit. Scully's heart was pounding so loudly in her ears that she missed most of his speech. Come on, Mulder! Time for one of those 'just in the nick of time' rescues of yours. I'm counting on you, partner. Don't let me down. Hebert came toward her. Anytime now, Mulder! Damn it, where are you? Get me the hell out of here. Now! The mad man knelt before her. He took one of her small hands and sandwiched it between both of his, stroking it gently as his enraged eyes bore into her. A cold chill ran up the length of her arm and down her spine causing Scully to shiver. Her breathing quickened until it could only be described as panting. She fought the urge to scream. His touch was unnerving her, making her flesh crawl. Oh God, what if Mulder's not coming? "You have beautiful hands, Miss Scully. Very delicate. Very fragile." With one of his fingers he traced along the outline of her hand, up and down each of her fingers, lingering an agonizingly long time for effect. Never once letting his maniacal gaze stray from her face. He fed off the fear he saw there. "Why I bet the tiny bones in those finger would snap in two without much effort at all. Of course, I imagine the pain would be quite excruciating. Shall we see if I'm right?" He raised a brow taunting her. Tears ran unabated down her pale cheeks. She no longer had the ability to control them. It was over. There wasn't anything she could do. "Please...Jordan...J.T, don't do this. You don't really want to...ahhh!" Damn you! Shit, that hurts! But he didn't stop at one. She cried out again as the stabbing pain of breaking bone ran through the nerves of her body up to the pain center in her brain. "You bastard! Ahh! Ahh!" The pain was overwhelming now and still he refused to stop. To give her even a moments rest. One by one he twisted her fingers in unnatural ways until they popped or snapped under his relentless pressure. She screamed until the sound of her own screaming seamed distant and unrecognizable. She was lost in the pain. Unable to see or even think beyond her agony. Sweat ran from her forehead and mixed with her flowing tears soaking her face and neck. Coherent thoughts were impossible. He'd taken every ounce of her control for his own. Her mind screamed one cognition over and over in desperation. Stop...Stop...Stop!!! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Even before Skinner had stopped the car Mulder was out and running, gun in hand, up the walk to the large colonial. Without a seconds hesitation he kicked in the front door. From somewhere at the back of the house, he could hear Scully screaming. "Hebert!" he yelled out challenging the man to come after him as he moved throughout the house. "I'm going to kill you, you sadistic son of a bitch! Do you hear me, Hebert?!" He was in the kitchen now. He couldn't hear the screaming anymore, but Mulder knew he was close. He saw Scully's gun on the kitchen table. And a vivid reminder of the New Orleans homicide victims lay beside it. A Voodoo doll. His furor and determination intensified beyond rationality. He crossed the room stopping for just a second in the kitchen doorway to listen. The muffled sobs that he heard coming from the other side set him into action again. Without any thought given to his own preservation, he pushed through the door and leveled his Sig at the face of Jordan Thomas Hebert. Scully had become a shield now for her assailant. His hunting knife resting against her throat. The other hand cupped over her mouth to silence her. "Get away from her, Hebert!" Mulder warned. Scully's desperate eyes sought comfort from her partner. Mulder gave her the best reassuring look he could at that moment, but he had to concentrate on the man with the knife. The man he'd come to kill. "Agent Mulder, are you part blood hound?" Damn it all to hell. How'd this man find him? He would not be denied the retribution he so rightly deserved. "Spooky, isn't it? Smiling at the private joke, he exchanged knowing glances with his partner. "Now get away from Agent Scully." "I don't think so." I'm still in control here. I want my revenge. I have the power to take it. To take her from you forever. " If the last thing I ever see in this world is the horror on your face as my knife slices open your partner's throat before your very eyes, then I will indeed die a happy man." Skinner was coming up behind Hebert. He'd entered through the back door and was making his way along the hallway, his weapon already trained on the man holding his agent hostage. "Put the knife down. Now!" Mulder yelled. No matter what you do I'm going to kill you for the look on her face right now. I don't give a fuck if Skinner is here to see me do it. You're not going to take her from me. I won't let you. "Agent Mulder, I'm no fool. I know I don't stand a snow ball's chance in Hades of gettin' away this time. There's an electric chair waiting for me in Angola. I got nothin' to lose. I promised this little darlin' my best attentions. And y'all know J.T. Hebert don't like to disappoint the ladies." He pressed the knife into Scully's flesh until it hurt. "Judgment Day is at hand, little darlin'." And then he whispered in her ear, "Are you ready to die, Miss Scully?" Mulder didn't have a clean shot. And Skinner indicated that he didn't either. They were out of time. Mulder's frantic eyes locked onto his partner's. A thousand unspoken thoughts passed between them in that instant. He saw her faith in him shining out of those pools of crystal blue. He felt her complete trust. She was urging him to trust himself. No, Scully. What if I miss? 'You can do this' she told him wordlessly. And then, ignoring the burn of the blade as it sliced into the soft skin of her neck, Scully moved her head just a fraction to the left and Mulder fired half a clip off into a target only millimeters from his partner's brain. Hebert slumped to the floor behind Scully, his knife falling harmlessly onto her lap. "Jesus, Mulder!" Skinner came running into the room. I can't believe he took that shot. "Are you all right, Agent Scully?" She nodded, though she was far from all right at that moment. A quick glance behind the chair brought a grimace to Skinner's face. This man wasn't going to die in any electric chair. Agent Mulder's Sig made damn sure of that. It looked like a small explosive device had gone off inside his head. Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. You got what you deserved, asshole. Only wish I'd had a clean shot at you myself. While the A.D. made all the necessary calls, Mulder freed his partner from her restraints, being extra careful of her injuries. Scully hadn't spoken a word yet. She just waited in silence for Mulder to finish his task. When he was done, he helped her to her feet and ever so carefully wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against him. She leaned into him and felt the heat that radiated out through the thin fabric of his dress shirt She shut her eyes and took great comfort in the sound of his heart beating loud and a little too fast in his chest. She breathed in his scent, that mix of spicy cologne, laundered shirts and fear, that was uniquely Mulder. It calmed and aroused her simultaneously. She loved the way her body responded to his touch. What a tragedy it would be if she couldn't know this feeling anymore. And then she experienced one of those rare moments of pure clarity of thought and understanding. "I just realized something, Mulder." She told him. "I wasn't afraid of dying so much as I was afraid of never seeing you again." Mulder kissed the top of her head. "I was afraid of you dying." He said softly into her hair. Then he held her like that for a long time. He needed to. The immediate danger gone. The monster dead. This nightmare was over for both of them, but the memory of it would haunt their sleep for a long time to come. It was a price they were willing to pay as long as they remained together always. The End Yeah, the ending is shippy but I couldn't resist. It's a curse of my hopelessly romantic heart. And besides, after all I put them through, they deserved some reward for their suffering. Send feedback to tbishop27@aol.com (Flames will be forwarded to that dark part of my writer's imagination that roams the night in search of victims.)