The History of A Rat

by

Trycee

Time-Line: Present Day, Mulder and Scully's bedroom pre-2012, Krychek needs to tell his side of the story even in death.

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Files, it's written for fun not profit.

"Now that I'm dead Mulder. I think I need to speak. I realize that you'll just think it was a dream but I need to say this. If you or Scully wake up, you may be able to see me. You saw me a few times before, so I don't doubt your ability to see me now. If not you'll think it was just a strange dream."

Krychek sighed. "You never were that smart, Mulder though you thought you were. You never quite knew the full truth but now I'm ready to tell you. I'm ready to tell it all. After all, there isn't anyone else who can see me or hear me, but you. And though I may be dead, I want you to listen to how I lived my life. Its more than what you think. To you I was just the Rat-Boy. A cold-hearted killer who'd switch allegiance at the drop of a hat if it benefited him but I was more than that. This time, Mulder, you're gonna listen to my story."

Krychek leaned down closer to Mulder's ear. "You never even knew that my real name wasn't Alex Krychek. You thought you knew so much," he huffed. "But, I was given that name by that evil son of a bitch CGB when I was recruited to be one of his henchmen. You thought I was a fresh faced new Agent when we first met, a green-horn but I was well-established both here and in Russia, Mulder, little did you know. You see, I was born Alik Arntizen in Moscow, Mulder. I was born to Pavel and Sonja Arntzen. My father worked at the KGB headquarters at Lubyanka. My parents were low level Russian spies. You didn't know that, did you Mulder?," he chuckled. "You were always so damn smug!"

Krychek shook his head and licked his lips. "My parents and I were sent as Sleeper Spies to pose as the Patrov Family when I was nine years old, newly arrived immigrants to the United States. My identity became Alex Patrov and we moved to Brighton Beach, New York, which has a large community of native Russian speakers. I grew up speaking Russian daily even in Brighton which was the plan, that was always the plan, to make sure I remained fluent."

Krychek paused to look down at Mulder. "When I was 17, right after high school my parents sent me back to live with 'relatives' in Russia, but I was actually being trained in Lubyanka, trained to infiltrate the U.S. government as a double agent, sent back to secure secrets. So when I came back to the States at the age of 21, I enlisted into the U.S. Army. I immediately succeeded and was recruited into the CIA in Langley, Virginia. The fact that I spoke fluent Russian helped me get plugged in wherever I was needed as a spy. I was a fresh faced young man, clean-cut and so I could blend in pretty well no matter where I went. I was on the fast track when CGB noticed me, he thought he could use me and so he did. Alex Patrov was declared dead and I became a Ghost, with no history other than one he would give me. When my parents were told that I had died, they packed up and moved back to Russia. Soon after they returned they were executed."

Krychek looked down at Mulder asleep peacefully in the bed next to Scully. "That's what happens to spies when they're usefulness has expired," he said, staring off as his mind wondered.

Krychek looked back at Mulder. "My father taught me that I had two loyalties. Number one, Loyalty to Self First and then Country Second. So when CGB made me a 'Ghost', he renamed me Alex Krychek."

Alex shook his head and grimaced. "Krysa in Russian means Rat. That's the name he stuck me with!"

Krychek shrugged and continued, "Anyway, I was eventually assigned to you. They'd broken up the X-Files and he needed to determine whether you were a threat or not. I saw that Scully was mainly the problem. Her work allowed you to gain access and she was loyal to you."

Krychek glanced over to Scully sleeping, curled up to Mulder with his arm wrapped protectively around her waist. "Honestly, I thought they'd just kill her or you. I despised you both immediately, you were in my way, as I saw it and what I wanted more than anything was to eliminate you. I hadn't killed anyone prior to that and I was itching too. I wanted my first kill to be you or Scully. I didn't get to kill either of you but I did get my first kill because of you though, Mulder. Anyway, I told the Consortium that Scully was a threat. She supported you and was your main ally and together you both were unstoppable. She could validate your work in ways no one else could. I didn't know what they would do but I soon found out. They inserted you and I into the Duane Barry case. That was all our doing, the Syndicate. We guided Duane and led him straight to Scully. He said he was waiting on travel plans but he actually was waiting on us."

Krychek shifted trying to make himself more comfortable. He licked his lips and then began again. "When we took her, I hoped CGB would let me just kill her but they figured why waste her? Scully was young and beautiful and they could harvest her ova for the program. They did get part of their wish though. You fell apart like I've never seen you. You lost it all because you were in love with her and she was in love with you but you both were too stupid to realize it."

"My first kill came when you were trying to rescue her. I killed that Tram Operator. And he wouldn't be my last kill. When I told CGB I thought I had the right to know what happened to Scully after what he had me do, he told me that I had to follow orders only. I knew then that we would one day butt heads, he and I. They kept her comatose," Krychek said, watching Scully sleep. "I could've done anything to her and you would've never known," he said, watching as she shifted slightly against Mulder in her sleep. "I didn't though. But, I wanted too. Anyway, that was my first kill and then I poisoned Duane Barry which shot me straight up to the top as one of Cancerman's henchmen. Not only did I prove myself as a spy but I could kill without conscience. CGB was pleased."

Krychek looked around as his memories past in front of him. "See, I knew you didn't trust me as your partner. Little did I know that the bastard, Cancerman, was actually protecting you. It took awhile before I figured out why. He returned your precious little Scully to you hoping that seeing her death would break you but she didn't die and it only made you more determined. We surveyed you all the time. We had you on camera from every drool you ever made to every beat-off session you ever had on that fuckin' couch. We saw it all and we knew you were calling her name when you did. We knew we could use her again if we needed too. It didn't take long..."

"CGB grew tired of your meddling along with the Consortium. He wanted to frame you for your father's death. He wanted you to act irrational so you could easily be blamed for Bill Mulder's death."

He looked disdainfully in Scully's direction. "But, once again, Scully interfered. Scully found that water tank full of gas we were pumping into your apartment. I was the one that killed your father or rather the guy you thought was your father...Bill Mulder. Yeah, I did it. I killed him and I got away with it. We wanted to wound you, Mulder. To stop you from getting too close but you were so fucking persistent. Every time we turned around there you both were. You were beginning to become costly. I was ordered to kill Scully, my partner and I. But, we fucked up and shot the wrong person, her sister Melissa. The plan was to shoot Scully to eliminate her out of your life and drop the gun and leave but we got Melissa instead."

Krychek again looked over to Scully. "That's when CGB decided to turn on me and try and have me killed, to have me blown up in that car but I fled. See I had connections in Russia, of course, and so I disappeared for awhile until our paths crossed again. There you were in Japan of all places. You could crawl through a fuckin hole in a damn rock, you know that, Mulder?"

He shook his head and tried to calm himself. "I guess you thought you were a big bad man catching me there and kicking my ass but little did you know that the Alien virus had already jumped into me. You didn't know that, did you? There's oh so much you didn't know. I brought the black oil back into a missile silo in North Dakota; taking it back to a space ship where the black oil poured out of me into the ship. Once it left me I returned to myself and found that I was locked in that missile bay where I stayed for over a day until a bunch of rednecks found me in there. Come to find out they were Home-Grown terrorists and so I played them. I started working with them to keep underground, I had to stay underground and out of Cancerman's hands. But then, I thought maybe I could use you. I tipped you off and led you to them, Mulder. Do you remember how you paid me back? You left me in that damn car while you were talking with Marita for hours. I knew you didn't sleep with her. Marita was mine and she had was recording your conversation the entire time. But then, you took me with you to Russia right into my own back yard, Mulder, among my fellow Comrades. It wasn't long before they recognized that I was one of them. It wasn't long before I was sitting around drinking vodka while you were still sitting in your own shit! But then you fucked up again and attacked me and I was forced to run and thanks to you, Mulder, I lost my arm. I lost my arm but it never stopped me. Self Preservation, Mulder! Always! And so I went and visited one of my father's connections, Comrade Vassily Peskow who'd just returned from cleaning up a few little old nursing home grannies which led you to know what happened to Scully's ova. But Peskow, recognized me as Comrade Arntzen, just like my father. One phone call and I was set. I was working over that entire shit-hole prison in Tunguska! But I didn't want to spend my life working on those fuckin' tests. So when we found that black oil boy I knew it was my ticket back to the States and a way to get back to what I wanted."

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