May prompt 47.08
Like a fish plucked from the ocean
Tossed into a foreign stream
Always knew that I was different
Often fled into a dream
I ignored the raging currents
Right against the tide I swam
But I floated with the question
Who will love me as I am?
(from "Side Show")
The people passing him on the street all looked the same. They were happy, completely oblivious to the dangers lurking within their own government. The conspiracy of silence that plagued Mulder's career with the Bureau was something of which the general population was unaware. And that was probably for the best. If Mulder had learned anything from his pursuit of the truth, it was the fact that the Average Joe wasn't too fond of finding out that the monster under the bed was real, that the thing that went bump in the night was really hunkered down in the darkest corner, ready to strike at any moment.
Knowing these things - believing these things - had made Mulder a joke amongst his peers. The once brilliant mind was now being dismissed as nothing more than the source of an odd sort of rebellion. The voice that had led his fellow agents to apprehend the greatest monsters humanity could produce was now screaming about things that filled too many people with the uncomfortable urge to avert their eyes when he walked into a room. For all intents and purposes, he was alone. No matter that he had a partner who would follow him anywhere. If push came to shove, he would banish her from his life for her own good and continue the crusade as a solitary soldier.
A couple, arms linked, faces alight with the joy of their simply being together, passed close by. That was something that Mulder had sacrificed. That sort of contentment and happiness (just this side of banality, if he had to be honest) was something he would never find. Not as long as he chose to believe. On most days, he was all right with his lot in life. But on some days, those rare days when the promise of a normal, loving existence tugged at his heart, he wondered if there would ever be a day when he could run from his demons into the arms of someone who would never know who he really was.
Fox Mulder
The X Files
342 words
Tossed into a foreign stream
Always knew that I was different
Often fled into a dream
I ignored the raging currents
Right against the tide I swam
But I floated with the question
Who will love me as I am?
(from "Side Show")
The people passing him on the street all looked the same. They were happy, completely oblivious to the dangers lurking within their own government. The conspiracy of silence that plagued Mulder's career with the Bureau was something of which the general population was unaware. And that was probably for the best. If Mulder had learned anything from his pursuit of the truth, it was the fact that the Average Joe wasn't too fond of finding out that the monster under the bed was real, that the thing that went bump in the night was really hunkered down in the darkest corner, ready to strike at any moment.
Knowing these things - believing these things - had made Mulder a joke amongst his peers. The once brilliant mind was now being dismissed as nothing more than the source of an odd sort of rebellion. The voice that had led his fellow agents to apprehend the greatest monsters humanity could produce was now screaming about things that filled too many people with the uncomfortable urge to avert their eyes when he walked into a room. For all intents and purposes, he was alone. No matter that he had a partner who would follow him anywhere. If push came to shove, he would banish her from his life for her own good and continue the crusade as a solitary soldier.
A couple, arms linked, faces alight with the joy of their simply being together, passed close by. That was something that Mulder had sacrificed. That sort of contentment and happiness (just this side of banality, if he had to be honest) was something he would never find. Not as long as he chose to believe. On most days, he was all right with his lot in life. But on some days, those rare days when the promise of a normal, loving existence tugged at his heart, he wondered if there would ever be a day when he could run from his demons into the arms of someone who would never know who he really was.
Fox Mulder
The X Files
342 words