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The strange nature of cases designated an X-File meant that the circumstances surrounding the investigation often ended up being just as unusual as the content within. Sometimes people contacted Mulder directly, having heard word of his work, sometimes he found them through the media or internet forums, and, surprisingly rarely, they came through official FBI routes.

This was one of the few cases that had been on record before Mulder had picked it up, though that wasn't to say it had come to him in the form of an X-File itself. Instead, what had happened was he had connected some dots, put his own case together, and petitioned for it to be taken seriously. Usually, this didn't work out in Mulder's favour, what with the outlandish claims he had a habit of making, but maybe somebody had accidentally filed a response incorrectly because somehow he'd found himself with a response officially sanctioning his investigation.

It wasn't just one weird situation that Mulder was looking into this time. There had been a whole string of strange, elaborate murders in one single county, and he was convinced that there was something unnatural to it. Oh yes, killers had already been identified in the vast majority of the cases - he wasn't going to deny that - but there had to be something more to it. After all, you just didn't see crimes like that at such a high frequency!

Mulder's whole proposition had been based on not the profiles of the individuals involved, but rather the population as a whole. Being an extremely talented criminal profiler (when he wasn't too busy chasing ghosts and ghouls), this was something that he had been able to argue with ample research backing him up. However, this was the X-Files, and therefore there had to be a twist. In this case, it was demonic in nature.

The theory was simple. A demonic presence was in the area, encouraging some kind of murderous psychosis in select residents. If Agent Scully weren't on holiday, she would have surely laughed at the idea, but she was too busy sunning herself on a European beach to care. That did, however, leave Mulder without the medical professional assistance that he had come to rely on.

Through a series of connections and called in favours, a replacement for Scully had been found. Apparently there was a doctor who had been helping the FBI with some similarly elaborate murders (perhaps there had been a demon there too?) and, somehow, someone had got him to agree to help out. That was how Mulder had found himself in a morgue, waiting for one Doctor Hannibal Lecter to appear.

The man was, thankfully, perfectly punctual, appearing exactly as the hour ticked over as had been arranged. Mulder cast an eye over him, taking note of his appearance as he sauntered over to shake his hand in greeting.

"Doctor Lecter, I assume. My name's Special Agent Mulder. I hear you've agreed to perform an autopsy for me," he said. "We're looking for any signs of anything ritualistic or otherwise unusual. Have you been briefed already?"

Once again. Mulder was on the trail of something weird in the woods. For him, it was just another day at work. Well, kind of, anyway. Usually he'd have Scully with him, but she was busy helping with a bioterrorism case on the other side of the country, and apparently she'd been specifically asked not to bring her partner with her. So, Mulder was investigating alone. That was okay, though - it was nothing he hadn't done before!

Unfortunately, though, the investigation wasn't going too well. His contact had pointed him in the direction of a few other people who could give eyewitness reports of seeing something, but none of their stories had any substantial details. They did give him a general area to look in, though, so he'd decided to go and knock on some doors to see if anybody else knew anything. Even if the locals hadn't seen much either, maybe they could at least give him some clues about how he could see the thing himself.

Having knocked on the door of a house near the edge of the forest, Mulder waited for an answer. When it came, he flashed his FBI badge as a form of greeting, before instantly getting right down to business.

Another day, another X-file solved. Well, it was technically unsolved, as they had failed to find a way to prove that a mysterious death had been caused by the Goatman, but they'd managed to stop the threat.

Or, at least, Mulder assumed they had. To be quite honest, it was hard to tell sometimes. Once they got back to the office, he would undoubtedly end up writing about it in his report. 'Truth, in its purest form, is unyielding, unwavering. But when it's cloaked in the veils of the unknown, it becomes more than just elusive; it becomes a siren song, luring us into the treacherous depths of our own psyche'... Yes, that would be a great way to start the whole thing.

As he was planning the rest of the report in his head, he noticed some commotion on the road up ahead. This was unusual, as they had barely passed a single car during the entirety of their journey through the forest they were currently driving through.

It quickly became clear that the cars ahead belonged to the local police. To the side of them, the sheriff and his deputies were have an animated conversation - pointing into the woods, speaking into radios, and generally buzzing around. Something was definitely going on.

"Hey, Scully, look at this," Mulder said, pointing towards the scene. Already, he had begun to slow their car down so they could stop and take a closer look.

Despite appearances, Mulder was actually a rather well-connected man. There were a good number of important people that he could easily get in contact with via his time spent at Oxford University, and his father's name was also a good way of opening doors within certain circles. When it came to accessing the British Embassy, both of those connections had come into play.

He'd never met Edgar Longshadow before. Truth be told, he'd never even heard his name. That wasn't unusual, mind you - of all the things that Mulder had a habit of hyperfixating on, the identities of foreign diplomats were not one of them. From what he'd been able to gather from his quick conversation with the lady at reception on his way in, the guy was supposed to be the no-nonsense type. Maybe that'd affect his chance of leaving with what he wanted but, either way, Mulder didn't plan on deviating from his usual tactics.

Having been shown into the other man's office, the first thing he did was pull out his FBi badge. "Special Agent Fox Mulder," he stated as way of introduction. "I've been told you can help me access information on a British citizen that's vanished from Rachel, Nevada?"

The X-Files Sentences, Vol. 7

Wrong. Nobody had the right to gatekeep the truth - not the scientists, or the government, or anybody else. The truth could not be controlled, and, for as long as he had breath in his lungs, he would continue to fight in its name.

"You have no right to tell me what truths are and aren't for me to know," Mulder replied, agitated by the mere suggestion. While certain topics rolled over him like they were nothing, others were a surefire way of quickly working him up. Discussions of truth and conspiracy were one of those topics - and, unfortunately, they were what he so often found himself talking about with Doctor Soliman.

Supernatural/Paranormal Sentences, Vol. 2

Fox Mulder had a splitting headache. He'd had one all day, ever since he'd woken up in his motel, wearing nothing but his boxers (as he usually would for bed) but his clothes from the day before folded suspiciously neatly in the corner.

He didn't remember going to bed. In fact, he didn't remember much at all about the last few days. What he did know was that he had been investigating UFOs for an X-file - which he was only aware of because Scully had called his motel room to check in on his progress - but other than that... Nope, there was nothing.

Stumbling into Mina as he'd wandered into a local diner to find some breakfast (well, more like lunch, considering the time of day) had been a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Of all the people he could bump into in his present condition, she definitely wasn't the worst option.

The X-Files Sentences, Vol. 1

"Hey, I resent that accusation, Miller. There's nothing weird about my ideas." Mulder's words were accompanied by a small smirk - a little display to show that he was not entirely serious in his reprimand.

Though he was aware that others thought his ideas to be strange, Mulder fully believed that everything he held to be true was grounded in reality. Yes, it could seem outlandish and impossible, but the evidence was out there. He just had to find it.

PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY

Once again, the two of them found themselves staying in a run-down motel in the middle of nowhere - a stop of a single night before they continued driving, heading out to a remote location for their latest X-file investigation.

As Mulder wandered back to his room, having left to get some ice, he just so happened to look up at the sky. It was a warm, cloudless night, and, so far from established civilisation, there were no streetlights nor neon signs to pollute the twinkling light of the stars above. As he looked at those celestial bodies so many light years away, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.

It was then he saw something that immediately changed his plans for the evening (which had been to turn on the room's TV and find some cheap adult films to watch). He abandoned the ice by his room, and instead went to knock on Scully's door.

When she answered, Mulder didn't say anything. He reached out, lacing his fingers with hers, before gently tugging - leading her outside, then pointing upwards.