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MidReal Story
Raising The World's Most Famous Agents
Scenario:William work for the x files and now his parents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully went missing and once he find them they're turned into kids again and William adopted his parents since he trust no one to take care of them.
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Dana Scully
former FBI medical doctor and skeptic turned believer, mother of William, appears as a child, intelligent and cautious
William Mulder
XFiles agent, son of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, tall with dark hair, determined and resourceful
Fox Mulder
former FBI agent and paranormal investigator, father of William, appears as a child, curious and brave
I was in the middle of a meeting with the Director of the FBI when I got the call.
I’d been waiting for it for days, weeks even, and I wasn’t about to let it go to voicemail.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, saw the number, and excused myself from the table.
The Director gave me a nod, and I left the room as quickly as I could without breaking into a run.
"Hello?"
I said as soon as I was out of earshot.
"William," said the voice on the other end.
It was distorted, like it was coming from a bad connection or an old tape recorder, but I would have recognized it anywhere.
"Fox?"
I said.
"Where are you?"
"I can’t tell you that," he said.
"It’s too dangerous."
"Dangerous for who?"
I asked.
"For everyone," he said.
"But especially for you."
I frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"I can’t explain right now," he said.
"But I need your help."
"With what?"
"With something only you can do," Fox replied, his voice crackling with static.
I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Tell me what you need," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Meet me at the old warehouse on the outskirts of town," he said.
"Come alone."
The line went dead before I could ask any more questions.
I stared at my phone for a moment, then shoved it back into my pocket and headed for the elevator.
The Director caught my eye as I passed by the conference room, but I just gave him a quick nod and kept moving.
I had no time to waste.
The drive through the city was a blur of neon lights and honking horns.
My mind raced with questions, each one more urgent than the last.
What could be so important that Fox would risk contacting me like this?
And why did he sound so desperate?
I pushed those thoughts aside as I reached the outskirts of town.
The warehouse loomed ahead, a dark silhouette against the night sky.
I parked my car a few blocks away and approached on foot, keeping to the shadows.
The place looked abandoned, but I knew better than to let my guard down.
I slipped inside through a broken window and landed softly on the dusty floor.
The air was thick with the smell of rust and decay.
I moved cautiously, my eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement.
That's when I saw them: two small figures huddled in a corner, their faces hidden in their hands.
My heart skipped a beat as I recognized them.
"Mom? Dad?" I whispered, stepping closer.
They looked up at me with wide, fearful eyes—eyes that were far too young to belong to my parents.
"What happened to you?" I asked, kneeling beside them.
"We don't know," my mother said, her voice trembling.
"One minute we were fine, and then... this."
"We need to get out of here," I said, taking their hands in mine.
"But how?" my father asked, his voice small and frightened.
"I'll find a way," I promised.
Just then, a loud crash echoed through the warehouse.
We all froze.
Footsteps followed, heavy and deliberate.
The footsteps grew louder, echoing off the metal walls of the warehouse.
A shadowy figure emerged from the darkness, his outline becoming clearer with each step.
He was a tall man with a scar across his face, holding a gun.
"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at my insides.
The man smirked, raising the weapon and aiming it directly at me.
"Hand over the kids," he ordered, his voice cold and unyielding.
Fox and Dana clung to my legs, their eyes wide with terror.
I could feel their small bodies trembling against me.
My mind raced; I needed a plan, and I needed it fast.
My eyes darted around the room, searching for anything that could be used as a weapon.
There—a metal pipe lay discarded on the floor just a few feet away.
I grabbed it without hesitation, feeling its weight in my hands.
It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
The man took a step forward, his finger twitching on the trigger.
"Don't be stupid," he warned.
"Just give them to me."
I tightened my grip on the pipe and squared my shoulders.
"No," I said firmly.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he lunged at me with surprising speed.
I swung the pipe with all my strength, aiming for his head.
The metal connected with a sickening thud, and he staggered back, clutching his temple.
"Run!" I shouted to Fox and Dana.
They hesitated for a moment before scrambling to their feet and darting towards the nearest exit.
The man recovered quickly, his face twisted in rage.
He raised the gun again, but I was already moving.
I swung the pipe once more, this time aiming for his hand.
He cried out as the weapon clattered to the floor, skidding across the concrete.
I didn't give him a chance to recover; I tackled him to the ground, pinning him beneath me.
"Who sent you?" I demanded, pressing the pipe against his throat.
He glared up at me, defiance burning in his eyes.
"You'll never stop us," he spat.
I pressed harder, feeling his pulse quicken under my grip.
"Who sent you?" I repeated.
Before he could answer, another set of footsteps echoed through the warehouse.
I looked up just in time to see two more men entering through a side door, both armed and ready for a fight.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath.
I had no choice but to let go of the man beneath me and scramble to my feet.
The two newcomers advanced quickly, their guns trained on me.
"Drop it," one of them ordered.
I glanced around desperately for an escape route but found none.
Reluctantly, I let the pipe fall from my hands and raised them in surrender.
One of the men approached cautiously while the other kept his weapon trained on me.
He grabbed my wrists roughly and pulled them behind my back, securing them with zip ties.
"Move," he barked, shoving me towards the exit where Fox and Dana had fled moments earlier.
As we stepped out into the night air, I saw them—my parents—standing by a black van parked nearby.
Their faces were pale with fear as they watched me being led away.
"William!" my mother cried out.
"It's going to be okay," I called back to her, trying to sound more confident than I felt.
Fox and Dana, now children, were crying.
I tried to comfort them, but my own fear was palpable.
The van sped off, and I struggled against the zip-ties.
One of the men barked at me to stay still.
We drove for what felt like hours until we reached an abandoned factory.
They dragged us out and forced us inside.
The place reeked of decay.
They pushed us into a dimly lit room with a single chair in the center.
A man with a scar stood by, smirking.
"Sit," he commanded, pointing to the chair.
I hesitated for a moment, but a rough shove from behind made me comply.
Fox and Dana clung to each other, their eyes wide with terror.
"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
The scarred man chuckled darkly.
"You don't need to know that," he said.
"What you need to know is that you're in deep trouble."
He nodded to one of his men, who stepped forward and cut the zip-ties binding my wrists.
I rubbed my sore wrists, glancing around the room for any possible escape routes.
"What do you want from us?" I asked.
The scarred man leaned in close, his breath hot against my face.
"We want information," he said.
"And you're going to give it to us."
"I don't know anything," I replied, trying to buy time.
He straightened up and looked at Fox and Dana.
"Maybe not," he said.
"But they might."
"No!" I shouted, standing up from the chair.
"Leave them out of this!"
The man backhanded me across the face, sending me sprawling to the floor.
"You don't make demands here," he snarled.
I tasted blood in my mouth as I struggled to get back on my feet.
Fox and Dana were sobbing uncontrollably now.
"Please," I begged.
"They're just children."
The scarred man ignored me and turned to his men.
"Take them to the other room," he ordered.
Two of the men grabbed Fox and Dana roughly by the arms and started dragging them away.
"No!" I screamed, lunging forward.
One of the guards caught me mid-air and slammed me back down onto the floor.
"Stay down if you know what's good for you," he growled.
I watched helplessly as Fox and Dana were taken away.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing with fear and desperation.
The scarred man crouched down next to me.
"You have one chance," he said quietly.
"Tell us what we want to know, or they suffer."
"I told you," I gasped.
"I don't know anything."
He sighed heavily and stood up.
"Then this is going to be very painful for all of you."
He motioned for his men to pick me up again. They hauled me back into the chair and secured my arms with thick leather straps.
"We'll start with something simple," he said, pulling out a small knife from his pocket. The blade glinted menacingly in the dim light.
"Where is the device?" he asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied through gritted teeth.
He shook his head sadly. "Wrong answer."
With a swift motion, he slashed across my arm. Pain exploded through my body as blood began to seep from the wound.
"Let's try again," he said calmly. "Where is the device?"
"I don't know!" I screamed.
Another slash, this time deeper than before. My vision blurred with tears of pain.
"I can do this all night," he said softly. "But your kids... they won't last that long."
I clenched my teeth against the pain and forced myself to think clearly. There had to be a way out of this—a way to save Fox and Dana without giving these monsters what they wanted.
The scarred man barked orders, and his henchmen scrambled.
I seized the moment, lunging at one of the guards and grabbing his gun.
I fired a shot, causing chaos.
Fox and Dana screamed as they were dragged towards an exit.
I fought through the pain in my arm, taking down another guard.
"Get off them!" I shouted, my voice hoarse with desperation.
The guard holding Fox hesitated for just a moment, and that was all I needed.
I tackled him to the ground, wrestling the gun from his grip.
Dana kicked her captor in the shin, giving me enough time to aim and fire.
The bullet hit its mark, and the man crumpled to the floor.
"Run!" I yelled at Fox and Dana, pulling them close to me.
The sirens were deafening now.
Police cars screeched to a halt outside.
The scarred man cursed, retreating with his remaining men.
"William!" Fox cried out, his small hands clutching my shirt.
"It's okay," I said, though my heart pounded in my chest.
"We're getting out of here."
We stumbled towards the exit, the cold night air hitting us like a wall.
Red and blue lights flashed outside as police officers stormed the building.
"Over here!" I shouted, waving my free hand.
An officer spotted us and ran over.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes wide with concern.
"We need medical attention," I said, wincing as the adrenaline began to wear off and the pain in my arm intensified.
"Get them to safety," I added, nodding towards Fox and Dana.
The officer nodded and called for backup on his radio.
As more police swarmed the area, I held my parents tightly.
"I won't let anything happen to you," I whispered fiercely.
A paramedic approached us with a stretcher.
"Let's get you checked out," she said gently.
I nodded, reluctantly letting go of Fox and Dana so they could be examined too.
As we were loaded into an ambulance, I caught sight of the scarred man being led away in handcuffs.
He glared at me with pure hatred, but I didn't care.
We were safe—for now.
The doors of the ambulance closed behind us with a metallic clang.
Fox and Dana huddled close to me as we sped away from the nightmare we'd just escaped.
The sirens wailed around us, but inside the ambulance, it was quiet except for our ragged breaths.
"We're going to be okay," I repeated softly, more for myself than for them.
I held Fox and Dana's small hands, trying to calm their trembling.
Their eyes were wide with fear, reflecting the flashing lights outside.
"It's going to be okay," I whispered, squeezing their hands gently.
Suddenly, the lights inside the ambulance flickered and went out, plunging us into darkness.
Panic surged through me as I heard the paramedics' frantic voices.
"What's happening?" I shouted, my voice barely audible over the chaos.
"We're losing power!" one of the paramedics yelled back.
The vehicle swerved violently, throwing us against the walls.
I shielded my parents with my body, bracing for impact.
The ambulance came to a screeching halt, the force nearly knocking the wind out of me.
The doors burst open, and shadowy figures yanked me out.
"Get off me!" I shouted, struggling against their grip.
I fought back with all my strength, but a sharp blow to my head made everything go black.
When I came to, I was lying on cold concrete.
My head throbbed painfully, and my vision was blurry.
I could hear Fox and Dana screaming for me in the distance.
"William!" Fox's voice was shrill with terror.
"Dana!" I called out weakly, trying to push myself up.
But before I could move, rough hands grabbed me again and dragged me to my feet.
"Where are they?" I demanded, my voice hoarse.
The shadowy figures ignored me, pulling me towards a dark alley.
I struggled against them, but they were too strong.
We emerged into a dimly lit street where an unmarked van waited.
The back doors were open, revealing Fox and Dana inside, still crying.
"Let them go!" I shouted, trying to break free.
One of the men shoved me hard into the van.
I stumbled and fell next to Fox and Dana.
They clung to me desperately as the doors slammed shut behind us.
The engine roared to life, and we sped off into the night.
I held Fox and Dana close, feeling their small bodies shaking with fear.
"It's going to be alright," I whispered fiercely.
"I promise."
