Alex Krycek

I'm here a lot lately.

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 02:29:00 GMT

So, these were the results, then. A body, dragged over god knows what and gravel and tar for a distance of some thousand feet, loaded onto a gurney, shoved into a van, driven here.

Who can say what damage was inflicted during its journey to the van; light enough as it was to be carried, the question had to be asked. I raised my eyes to Harris's, mouth slightly open, as I ran a hand along the corpse's back, pressing at the skin to check surface tension, or lack thereof.

"Effective, isn't it," Harris mused, seeming to miss my question. He reached into a box mounted to the wall, pulling out a pair of latex gloves. "Pity, really," he said, snapping the first glove on. "That the body was dragged, I mean," he went on as he snapped on the other glove, and reached up to angle the light slightly. "Only does more of the same damage, but... I'd still like to see one of these intact."

I prodded the body to determine my chances of flipping it over; my answer was a seepage of blood and pus from a lesion in the body's side. Some fat lipids seeped out as well, at a faster rate. I stepped back, not wanting to leave poor Jim with nothing to work with.

"Liquification. We've seen this."

Harris nodded. "Yeah. After. But I don't think you've seen it quite like this."

I frowned. "No exit wound; nothing suggestive of an - alien birthing itself through the host."

"Right," Harris said. "And this is more - none of the usual DNA signatures are present indicating alien involvement - the titers are all negative. Which is weird. Everything we've gotten back from them so far has had some of the, what did Anida say it was in that famous report - junk DNA." He separated the hair on the back of the skull, showing me where he'd drilled into the brain to get samples. "Brain's intact, too - also weird. None of the neural net - framework - that we'd encountered before. Nothing at all."

I looked up at him. "Are you saying this might have come from - someplace other than Roush, then?"

"Quite possibly," Harris replied.

I nearly choked on the air. I'd been called back because of them - because of Roush, and the first thing I see isn't --

"Where's the Roush material?" I asked, narrowing my eyes slightly.

"They already took it away," Harris said darkly, shaking his head. "But you already know about all that. Routine stuff. This - this is new."

Whatever this was, this was indeed new, I thought, looking down at the corpse. The problem was, I wasn't at all sure "new" was what I wanted. I had enough to deal with, checking out the "old."

"There was one survivor," Harris said lightly.

I straightened. "Where is he?"

"She," Jim said, looking away. "They took her away, too."

I sighed. "I'm really not in the mood for this."

"But they brought her back," he said, with a sudden glint to his eyes. "Or, someone did, anyway. Or something. They brought her back."

Wed, 06 Jul 2005 04:04:35 GMT

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Do you want to run to a future left behind?

Tue, 21 Jun 2005 08:00:09 GMT

I remember something she told me one, something that Black Lunged bastard told her: "There is no God."

He was, as usual, right - and wrong. I don't think there's a God as such. I do know there are aliens, and that some of the things the aliens have done, and are doing, are what some people would consider to be things that God does, has done, or will do.

People ask, "Where is God/ Where is Truth?" The answers to both can be found but not through rigid thinking and following values that are handed down in common culture. I love the Native Americans and their beliefs, but the time for cooperation is long gone. If humanity wishes to survive, as it is known now, we must learn to fight - not just the future, but our own hard-coded beliefs and not believe what we're told so readily. We must also ask ourselves "Who stands to gain?"

... from our cooperation, that is. There are those who already know this. The first step is to ak. In all things.

She asks how I can have hope in the middle of all this. How can I not? Once hope is gone, then you might as well give up, because there's no reason to go on.

I want a future, for myself and those who deserve it. The human spirit is very strong; the desire to live, to be... hard-coded; the survival instinct.

You might ask why fight the inevitable? I don't believe it is inevitable. I don't think the aliens will make the Earth any better than it is. I think - we need to learn to grow or not on our own.

I don't want to become a slave for these aliens, for "their" God - or for "them."

Do you?

That's why I fight. That's why I have hope.

[OOC]

Sun, 19 Jun 2005 10:35:07 GMT

[OOC note to people reading this journal who will care about such things as OOC notes might say: It looks like thing are going to be heading in a different direction from here on out. To the xf_journals folks: I'm sorry I kind of left you guys in the lurch, there; you're all a fantastic group of RP'ers! All I can say in my own defense is that I was in a place where I was having trouble focusing on much of anything in my life, and then RL took me for a ride. But I see you're in good hands with a wonderful Krycek now, so I'm glad to know that! You can, of course, continue to read this journal if you like, but you might want to remove your character journals to avoid confusion. And I'll still be around in the communit with my normal journal if you'd like to stay in touch.

As for the new direction I mentioned, you'll just have to find out on your own... or not. You know how Krycek is about protecting his secrets!

Posting this public only because I want all the mun journals to be able to read this, as well. It may be deleted/friends locked in the future.]

"There is no pain, you are receding

Sun, 28 Mar 2004 10:06:38 GMT

- a distant ship, smoke on the horizon."

Who do you trust when you finally realize you can trust no one?

I've known that one for years.

But my group. Some of my own men...

Much has happened. Much is happening. I can't go into much detail now.

But - sometimes I can't trust my own eyes, my own - scientific, empirical evidence.

Amazing. Who'd have thought?

It's a huge joke, right?

No, no, I know it's not. It's the furthest thing from a joke.

Who controls who - like that old AC/DC song.

Who made who?

Excuse the cryptic, but that's all I can say right now.

"You Say I Only Hear What I Want To..."

Fri, 13 Sep 2002 20:37:45 GMT

Well, sometimes that's true. Of course, I understand Scully wanting to believe her son is perfectly healthy, perfectly normal.

In point of fact, he's healthier than any of us on this planet. But normal? He most definitely is not.

He's more human than human. Why doesn't she want to see that? It should be an honor to be the one to protect such a child.

An Indigo child, some might say.

Like Gibson.

He's a good kid, Gibson. I wonder how he is. Maybe I'll have to look him up.

Someone Left Me Information While Ago.

Mon, 09 Sep 2002 21:17:15 GMT

It was helpful. Also scary.

Someone knows how to contact me.

And I have no idea who this person is.

I've been as careful as I can be. And now I seem to have a Deep Throat.

I'd like to know who this person is.

Maybe better that I don't.

Know, with me - false logic.

Damn.

SHOW YOURSELF.

Do NOT make me come find you.

I don't have time for this.

Time is very important now.

"Got No Reason...

Tue, 27 Aug 2002 00:03:47 GMT

Nothing to say, cause it's already said."

I've been thinking of her lately, her blonde hair and bright smile, the way she would sometimes get a faraway and sad look in her eyes...and why shouldn't she be sad, all she's been through? The real question is why she stuck by me for so long.

She's out there, somewhere. I know she felt she had to stay in DC - she wanted to protect Gibson, and there were a few other things she wanted to do, as well.

I told her I'd contact her when it was safe. When will that be?

Mulder speaks of having screwed up her life, but I know it was me. I should have found another way to try to get Dmitri to Mulder. The way I tried didn't even work. So many plans go awry...

Well. Now we have new plans. Plans that just have to work. I've been on the Net all day, looking things up. Made a few phone calls, too.

I'm not sure I trust the people who adopted William. But so far I have no proof for that - just a feeling.

Maybe I'm just being too paranoid again. Hey, it's happened.

I'll have to ask Mulder how he feels about them.

For now, it's back to the Web for a bit, then I've got to meet an informant later tonight.