I Used To Be A Nice Guy
by Tinman



The usual disclaimer.  Mulder and Scully does not belong to me.  I
just borrow them from Chris Carter.

Comments, criticism, opinions, threats, flames and any other junks
are welcome.  Just direct it to tha@oboe.calpoly.edu

And away we go.

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	Mulder slowly opened his eyes.  His head hurts, his eyes had
trouble focusing on his surrounding.  His movements were
constrained, his arms were tied to the chair, his wrist cuffed to the
arm rest.  He couldn't move at all, whoever it was that tied him up
knew what they were doing.  The sound of shoes hitting the floor
came from behind him.  A familiar voice spoke, "Agent Mulder,
how good of you to join the world of the living again."  The source
of the voice faced him, Mulder immediately recognized the face,
Dr. Hans.  Hans was one of the major suspect in the killing of
twenty people.

	"Looks like you got  a merit badge in the boys scout."
Mulder said coldly.  He tried the ropes again, trying to find a way
to loosen the knots.

	"Actually, Agent Mulder, I was never in the boys scout." 
Hans turned his back on him, picked up Mulder's bag of sunflower
seeds and proceeded to eat them.  "I hope you don't mind, but
seeing as how you can't eat them.  I always like sunflower seed. 
It's a very bad habit though, the shells are such a nuisance."

	Mulder and Scully were called in to help on a rash of killing. 
No pattern was found by the local police.  The only thing that
related the killings to each other was the victims were all patients
of Dr. Hans.  Hans had been questioned, but on each killing, he had
an air tight alibi.  The local police hoped the FBI would be able to
help them.

	Mulder had interviewed Hans, thinking he could disprove
Hans alibis, or the least discovered a motive linking Hans to the
murders.  Hans was a cool person.  Even under the intense
questioning of Mulder, Hans did not show any guilty emotions. 
This was not surprising to Mulder; Hans was a train psychologist,
what else did he expect.  
	
	"Why are you doing this?  You know the police have no
solid evidence linking you to the murders.  You are just
incriminating yourself."  

	"True, Agent Mulder.  There is no way the police can
connect me with any of those murders.  I am doing this because I
want you to know why I did it.  You seem like a person who is
open to the extreme possibilities.  Beside, I am curious about you."

	"What, do I look like a nut?" Mulder said sarcastically.  He
tested his prison again, trying to find a weak spot.  His attempt was
in vain.  The ropes that bound him was tied expertly.

	"No Agent Mulder, I am curious as what makes you tick. 
One of my fault as a psychologist.  I am always drawn into things I
can not understand.  You see, I was able to pull in some favors and
found out about your jobs.  You are a mystery I want to solve."

	"There is no mystery about me.  I work for the FBI."

	"I beg to differ, Agent Mulder.  You are a train
psychologist.  You were on the fast track in the FBI until you
involved yourself in something call the X-files."  Mulder looked at
him, with surprised written all over him.  "Oh, yes, you are also
partnered with Agent Scully, who was sent there originally to spy
on you.  But now, you trust her with your life."

	Mulder's rage surfaced.  The only way Hans could have
known about Scully's original mission was if he was working for
them.  "What do you want," Mulder shouted, "is this a new way to
force me to abandon the X-files?"

	"Agent Mulder, you are mistaken.  This has nothing to do
with government conspiracies or your precious X-files .  This is
personal.  I want you to listen to me."

	"It don't seem like I have much of a choice." Mulder
mumbled under his breath.

	"True, you don't.  As a train psychologist, I want you to
convince me why I should not kill you.  And don't be flattered, I
asked all my victims to do this."

	"Even if I do convince you, what insurance do I have you
will not kill me."

	Hans smiled wickedly.  "You don't.  All you have is my
word."

	Hans had came by Mulder's apartment.  Mulder to say the
least was surprised.  Hans was acting in contrary to what a suspect
should act.  Hans was able convinced Mulder to let him in by telling
Mulder he know who did it and why.  While Mulder's back was to
Hans, Hans had drugged him using chloroform.

	"How do I convince you.  Should I ask you to lie down on
the couch and analyze you or what?"

	Hans smiled again.  A smiled that was all too friendly.  "It's
very simple, I want you to listen to why I kill those people.  And of
course, I also want to know about you."

	Hans then pull the chair, with Mulder in it until it was in
front of Mulder's couch.  Hans sat down on the couch, crossing his
right leg over his left.  Mulder looked at Hans, the psychologist in
him immediately took over.  "So if you want me just to listen to
your story, how can I convince you not to kill me?"

	"You will know.  Trust me, you will know."

	"Let's start shall we,"  Hans said brightly, "I think we should
start with a little background information about me.  I was what
you would considered a very bright child.  I was in all the advanced
classes in school.  I had friends of all kind, the smart type, the
rowdy type, and even some gang members.  I know, I don't look
like that type.  Oh, do stop me if you want to say something."

	"Seem like you were the perfect kid"

	"Perfect in some sense, but imperfect in others.  My only
flaw was I was too trust worthy and too nice.  You see, I was
always trying to be nice and helpful to people.  I followed the
Christian rule of turn the other cheek.  But I'm not Christian.  Just
so you can't use any religion to convince me.  I always try to help
my friends what ever cost."

	It was Mulder's turn to become interested in Hans.  From
what he had heard so far, Hans seem to have the opposite
characteristic of a killer,  "So you were a well rounded person. 
What made you turned to murder?"

	"You haven't let me finish my story yet.  My so called
friends took advantage of my kindness.  Some of my friends were
into gambling.  And unfortunately, they took loans from some loan
sharks.  I help them out by giving them money.  Not lend, mind
you, I gave them the money.  It wasn't until I was in college did I
find out they never borrowed any money.  They only said that to
get money from me."  At this Hans got up, his faced filled with
hatred.  "Do you know how that felt Agent Mulder?" Hans
shouted. "I was betrayed by people that I trusted.  I gave them all
my trust, and what did they do?  They spit at it.  Do you know how
that feel Agent Mulder?"

	Hans walk around Mulder, cursing under his breath.  He
went past Mulder's vision.  Mulder then heard a low crash and a
scream of hatred.  After a minute, Hans came back, his faced was
still distorted with hate.  "I am terrible sorry about my out break.
It still hurt sometime to think about it.  But you should know about
it, shouldn't you."

	Mulder thought back at the time he found out Scully's true
motive.  He was hurt and angry.  He thought he had found someone
he could depend on, someone who would understand him.  The
voice of Hans shook him out of his memory.  "I didn't let that
change my perspective of people though.  I believed it was just my
back luck that I befriended them.  I honestly believed they were just
one bad apple in the bunch."

	"If that isn't the reason, then why did you kill all those
people."

	"Back to the murders again," a loud sign came from Hans, "
Agent Mulder, I am really disappointed in you.  I thought by now
you would have an idea.  But no matter, when I complete my story,
you will understand perfectly."

	"I was a nice guy, everyone said so.  I was funny, well,
funny in a sarcastic sense.  I tried to be nice to everyone one."
Hans started to paced around.  He did not say anything, just paced. 
Mulder looked at him.  His mind trying to make a profile based on
what Hans had said and his actions.  Hans kept on pacing, his head
tilted back, his eyes staring at the ceiling.  Hans mind was racing,
trying to think of what to say next.  He slowly walk back to the
couch.  His hands producing a pack of Marlboro from his jacket.

	"I hope you don't mind, smoking helps me think better."  He
brought out a black zippo lighter.  After lighting the cigarette, he
took a long drag, his eyes was on the lighter.  "My ex-girlfriend
gave me this lighter.  She didn't like me smoking, but she still gave
it to me.  Isn't life funny sometime?"

	"I thought she was the perfect one for me.  She was perfect
in every sense.  Even my mom like her.  But you know what she
did?  She took my heart and stomped on it.  Agent Mulder, do you
have a girl friend?"

	"Being an FBI agent doesn't exactly give me much time."

	"What about your partner, Agent Scully.  She is a very
beautiful woman."

	"The FBI frown on relationship between partners.  She is
my partner, and that's all she will ever be."

	"Why are you trying to kid yourself, Agent Mulder.  Even I
can see you are in love with her."  Mulder sat there, his eyes stared
emotionlessly at Hans.  His feature was of stone.  "Come on Agent
Mulder.  You can tell me, I am, after all a trained psychologist. 
Beside you have nothing to lose.  You will either die or I will be in
prison.  Miss Scully would never believe me."

	Mulder realized Hans would not drop the subject.  Further
more, he really had nothing to lose.  "Scully is the perfect woman,
she is what I have been searching all my life.  But it's a hopeless
battle, she would never be interested in me.  She sees me as a
partner and nothing else." 
	
	"But you do love her don't you.  Come on, Agent Mulder,
with your training, you know as well as I do it is unhealthy to keep
your emotions bottle up.  Bottled up emotions can cause stress and
frustration.  Just telling one person would help ease it."  

	Scully was the perfect one for him.  He did love her, but he
knew it was an impossibility to have a future with her.  She could
never fall for him.  The chances of his finding Samantha was greater
than having Scully returned his feelings.

	"Agent Mulder, why don't you just say you love her.  Trust
me, it feels good to say it.  So, come on now, say it"

	"It."

	"Very funny, Agent Mulder, why don't you try actually
saying those three lovely words.  I love you."

	Mulder was cursed himself, why did he tell Hans about
Scully?  Now Scully could be in danger because of him again.  "Dr.
Hans, you haven't told me why you kill those people yet."

	Hans looked at Mulder.  A small chuckle was heard from
his mouth.  "O.K. Agent Mulder.  I was mugged once.  I should
have been scared, but I wasn't.  Probably from my training as a
psychologist.  He asked me for my money.  I of course gave it to
him.  I am by no means a fighter.  I just wanted to end that terrible
experience fast.  But do you know what he did?  He started to
punch me.  Well I acted naturally.  I started to fight back.  I was
actually winning.  I could have just stopped and ran for help.  But I
kept on hitting and hitting.  He died of course.  I probably should
have hit his head against that wall.  Oh, well, live and learn."

	Hans was smiling, not a friendly smile, but a cruel and
sadistic smile. His eyes was that of a mad man.  "I
should have felt guilty, afraid even, but do you know Agent
Mulder, I wasn't.  I enjoyed it immensely.  The feeling of power. 
The ability to end someone life.  The taste of evil.  God, it was
better than sex!"

	"And do you know what I did next Agent Mulder, I went
out and killed again.  The feeling of power was like a drug, I
couldn't stop.  But it was nothing compare  to the superiority I felt
when the cops couldn't catch me."

	"So why are you telling me this," asked a belligerent
Mulder.  Hans seem to be a case where a sense of power had
corrupted him.  What Mulder couldn't understand was why Hans
was taking such a risk by telling him this.  "If you want to feel
superior to the cops, why are you taking such a big risk with me."

	"Agent Mulder, you still don't understand.  I want to be
caught."  

	This caught Mulder by surprised.  He had thought
Hans was telling him all this to taunt him.  "You see Agent Mulder,
this game has become boring.  I have killed twenty people, and still
I have not been caught.  The fun in this is gone.  So I thought I
would do the last nice thing in my life by getting caught.  But
seeing you and Agent Scully, I have an even better idea."

	Hans went over to the phone.  Looking for Scully's name on
the speed dial.  He picked up the phone and pushed the button. 
Hans looked at Mulder like a kid who is about to go on a roller
coaster ride.  And answer came over the phone, "Scully." 

	"Agent Scully, I have your partner.  Do not try to call
anyone.  If you do not do as I say, he will die.  If you do not
believe me, call his cell phone."  

	Scully was in shock.  Mulder's life was in danger again.  She
called Mulder's cell phone, hoping it was just a crank call.  "Agent
Scully," Hans voiced came over the phone, "You will come to
Agent Mulder's apartment alone.  If I see anyone else, there will be
a hole where his brain used to be."  

	"What do you want with her you bastard." Mulder yelled. 
His emotions were running while.  His mind thought of numerous
way to kill Hans if Scully was hurt.  "Don't worry Agent Mulder, I
assure you Agent Scully will not be harmed."

	"While we're waiting for the lovely agent Scully, why don't
we continue with our little discussion."

	Mulder kept silent.  He tested his bonds again, hoping
against all odds of breaking it.  

	"Agent Mulder, why won't you give up?  You can't escape"

	"Won't hurt if I try."

	"True, very true."  Hans got up and lit another cigarette. 
He took a few deep drag.  "Seeing you and Agent Scully together,
it remind me very much of me and my ex."

	"That's rich.  I'm being compare with a psychotic killer and
his girlfriend."

	A evil sounding laugh came forth from Hans mouth, "Yes, I
would have to agreed with you on the psychotic part.  What else
would describe a person that kills and enjoys it.  But, really, you do
remind me of us."

	"We, just like you two, were colleagues.  She is also a noted
psychologist."  He walked over to the window, peering through the
blinds.  "My, agent Scully, does seem to drive rather recklessly.  I
would have assume it would have taken her longer to get here.  I
do believe our conversation is at an end."

	Hans walked toward Mulder, a jubilee smile as he smoke. 
"Let's prepare for Agent Scully's arrival now."

	Hans pull the chair to the center of the room, with Mulder
facing the door.  Hans then search through Mulder's jacket for his
gun.  "Mustn't forget this.  I have to looked menacing, you know." 
The words were accompany with an usual amount of happiness.  

	"Agent Mulder, I truly mean it when I said you do belong
together."  With that, Hans pointed the gun right at Mulder's head

	Scully hands was shaking as she drove to Mulder's
apartment.  She wanted to called backup, but was afraid of
endangering Mulder.  Reaching Mulder's apartment.  Scully let out
a deep breath and psyche herself up.  The ride up on the elevator
seem like an eternity.  Scully slowly put the key into the lock.  She
kicked the door open, her gun ready.  The sight she beheld was
frightening.  Mulder was tied up in the chair, with Hans pointing a
gun right against Mulder's head.  

	"Agent Scully, how good of you to make it."

	"What do you want?"  Scully said with her calmest voice.

	"You are mistaken Agent Scully, it's not what I want but
what I am going to give you.  You see, I am the serial killer."

	"I am going to do the last nice thing for this world."  Saying
that, Hans put his gun to his head.  "And Agent Mulder, you should
really consider telling Agent Scully what you told me.  Life would
be sweeter if she knew."  Hans head was destroyed by the bullet. 
Bloods splattered over Mulder.  Scully just stood there, still in
shock.  She went over to Mulder and started to released him. 
"Mulder, what did you tell him.?"

	Mulder look at her concerned eyes, "Nothing Scully, I told
him nothing."