Chapter Twelve of the Choirgirl HOTeL…

Written by Adrien Amos

Part One

Suddenly Karol woke up with a start! Her head was spinning and her back felt as if ten thousand rusting springs were coiling on her spine. Her eyes fluttered open and took in the scene around her. Turning her head upward expecting to see Fox Mulder and the sandy beach of the tropical paradise...but...all she could see what cold steely jail bars and concrete walls...? What the hell?

"How was your nap there sleepin' beauty?" Jamie spat sarcastically at Karol's semi conscious body.

"What?" Karol mumbled, "where the hell am I?"

"We're in a JAIL CELL YOU DING-A-LING!" Adrienne screamed towards her kareokeing jail mate.

"WHAT? Where's the island? The plane, we crashed, the raft, what's going on?" Karol's speech was a juxtapose of questions as her face grimaced in despair.

"What are you talking about Karol?" Jenny asked equally confused, "what island?"

At this point Adrienne rolled her eyes and turned towards the group. "Obviously Karol has taken a pretty hard bump to the head and has been dreaming..." she announced in her I'm-in-charge-now-everyone-pay-attention-to-me-voice.

"Go to hell you crack-whore, I wasn't dreaming!" Karol snarled as she examined her head with the back of her hand... and found a giant throbbing bulge there.

So Adrienne did what she does best, elaborated for the sake of the story: Gasp! What had really happened was this, after Greg stormed into the room wielding his pocket knife and X-tra Special Agent Fox Mulder fired two shots in Greg's general direction Karol fainted and hit her head on the side of a coffee table, thus knocking her unconscious. Everyone in the room was rounded up and brought downtown for questioning...this part is interesting so I will now employ the writing tool called 'flash back' in order to relay the happening to you in a more coherent manner.

Fox Mulder paced to length of the interrogation room as Danna Poulvelli sat sweating up the proverbial hot lights while sitting in the hot seat. Four other officers lined the far wall, their arms folded across their uniformed chest, looking stoic and cruel.

"Dude, I told you I don't have any friggin' disk!" Danna shouted to the pacing FBI agent.

Mulder spun on a heel and slammed his fists on the counter top to which Danna was fastened. Anger distorted his facial features and a look of hatred blared behind his eyes. "Fine Mr. Poulvelli, then perhaps you can tell me who Sarah Smith is?" he demanded rawly.

"Who?"

"Sarah Smith Mr. Poulvelli, or maybe you'd like picture to remind you!" Mulder thrust a large back and white glossy photograph under Danna's nose. It pictured a young woman, probably in her early twenties; with her throat slashed in a hacked and almost seesaw pattern. The woman's fingers had been sliced off at the tips and there were multiple stab wounds littering her chest and abdomen, the police photo showed the woman slaughter just as the body was left... in front of her computer with it's monitor ablaze.

Danna looked away. "Mr. Poulvelli, did you know Sarah Smith!"

"YES! Alright Yes I friggin' knew her!" Danna cried as he closed his eyes to erase the contents of the photograph from his mind, "she was one of my girls, working at my club, she didn't show up for work for a few days and we figured she had skipped town! Alright, that's all I know!"

"And why don't you tell us what you did to Sarah Mr. Poulvelli tell us about how you tell us about how you used the apartment key she entrusted you with, you use that key snuck into her home and slit her throat!" Mulder slammed his flattened palm on the desk top and let the echo bounce off the walls, then stalked to Danna's right and loomed over him," and then tell us how you sliced off her finger tips so no one would know she had seen the disk! Because anyone who touches that disk has an invisible powder caked over their finger tips...isn't that right Mr. Poulvelli?"

Mulder shifted to Danna's left and got nose to nose with the restrained man," and then you stabbed your lover, Sarah Smith, ten times, ten times to plunged that blade into Sarah Smith's chest and abdomen so she wouldn't sell you out, isn't that right?"

"Go to hell you fucking bastard" Danna hissed.

"You stabbed her ten times and then took the disk... so where is it Mr. Poulvelli? Where's the disk? If you don't tell me, I'll interrogate the women, one of them is bound to crack...WERE IS THAT DISK!"

"I don't know what you’re TALKING ABOUT!" Danna yelled into Mulder's face.

"I'm talking about the disk you left at Sarah Smith's house for safe keeping, I'm talking about the disk she found and examined, I'm talking about your prints all over her computer Mr. Poulvelli, I'm talking about the message you left scrolling on the computer screen after you murder her," Mulder back up and stood at the opposite end of the questioning table facing Danna as he threw his fist down repeatedly with each repeated phrase, "All dead here, all dead here, all dead her all dead here!" the FBI's voice bounced off the walls and ricocheted back and forth through out the room.

Danna just stared. "Get him out of here" Mulder ordered.

Part Two

"Ooooooh noooo he'll never return...he's the man whooo'll never retuuurrrrrrnnnn, he's looost forevvveeeeer in the streets of Boston oooh noooooooo he'lllll ever return, ooooooh nnnooooo he'lll never return oooh noooo he'll never return...he'lll never never never never never returrrrrn, ooooh noooo he'll never retu-"

"WILL YOU SHUT-UP!" Jamie hollered across the crowded cell to Adrienne who was wassailing merrily with group of drunken prostitutes.

Then the warden entered the cement hallway with a burst of light from the open door... "Adrienne Amos!" The warden called in a gruff voice as he motioned towards the brunette who stopped singing suddenly as her jaw drop. The warden opened the cell and Adrienne stood and dashed for the sliding cell door.

O.k. folks to make a long story short, here's what happened. Mulder interrogated Adrienne about the location of this mysterious missing disk, to no avail, however he did manage to get a date for Saturday night for the circus!

Kyriel went next but never rematerialized in the jail cell. A few hours later, the warden released the fugitive females and they instantly rushed to the hospital to check on Greg's status.

Adrienne drove (bad move) and everyone in the car suffered from a near-death experienced, due to the fact that Adrienne drives like a water buffalo and slammed the rental car into a large telephone pole.

The group staggered out of the flaming metal wreck and made their way to the hospital... to find Greg flat line in his hospital bed, but just before he died...he whisper two words to his fiancée Karol, "Destructive Material" he gasped with his dying breath.

The group stared as the life drained from his body, and mused over the man's dying words.

"He was probably out of his mind" Jenn commented and she pulled the white hospital sheet over Greg's body and rang a nurse as Karol collapsed in sobs on the antiseptic smelling floor.

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Deep in the belly of Choir Girl Hotel, an unknown man rolled large orange barrels with a glossy skull and cross bones printed in black ink, with the two words-DESTRUCTIVE MATERIAL-printed below the make shift skull.

The man reached into his back pocket after completing his tasked and pulled out a 31/2 floppy disk, eyed the object with satisfaction and turned to leave the basement of the Choir girl hotel.

* * * * *

Special Agent Dana Scully flew in from Washington for the soul purpose of performing the autopsy on Greg's body and confirmed that Greg was in fact dead, after that she discovered that she had some unfinished doctor business in Washington so...since she fulfilled her purpose she ended her cameo.

The rain poured down like liquid diamonds as the pallbearers lowered Greg's mahogany casket into the rank earth as Karol wept profusely. The head stones littered the backdrop like pebbles as the emerald pines reached the sky and the stone grey clouds conglomerated behind the mourners’ heads.

The group stood around the mud soaked hole as the rain bounced off the flesh of their faces, in the distance a unmarked car pulled to the side of the road and a figure immerged, all heads turned up. It was special Agent Fox Mulder. Karol went ballistic.

"YOU FUCKING BASTRARD!" she screeched as she ran towards the Agent, eyes blazing with hate, "YOU KILLED MY FIANCEE!"

Mulder winced visibly and headed back towards his car, as Adrienne cut across the soggy lawn to catch up with him. She finally reached the car as Fox Mulder ducked into the driver’s seat. Adrienne reached out and touched his shoulder lightly in one of those compassionate moments that you only see in cheesy movies.

"Fox, she's angry, it's the anger talking not Karol" she spoke softly. He sat face forward, as if waiting for her to move away so he could leave.

"I'm not leaving until you say something" she snapped.

"O.k. move" he said flatly.

"Alright," she said as she crossed to the passenger’s side of the car open the door settled herself comfortably and slammed the door. He only looked at her. And she turned and kissed him hard on the mouth.

And outside, the gravediggers were piling the moist earth onto Greg's casket, and as the car sped away, Karol narrowed her eyes at the two retreating in the blue rental car.

FOOTNOTE…

In memory of Greg Marlboro

RIP- march 21-april 12

"Didn’t last long"