Skin : the X-files (28 page)

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Mulder and the emaciated monk, her gaze shifting to the ground.

The skeleton was half-lodged in mud, curled in a fetal position. The bones were yellowish, obviously weeks old, and the skull was partially destroyed. Scully noticed the bowed shape of the spine and the short limbs. The skeleton wasn’t human. “A gibbon. Dead at least a week.”

“And picked clean,” Mulder commented.

“By wildlife, yes. See the tracks in the mud over there?

Cleft front hooves. Most likely a wild boar. Fierce animals. They’re easily big enough to kill a gibbon.” Mulder dropped to one knee, looking over the skeleton. Malku was talking in quiet tones to the three other Thais, who had retreated a good ten feet back. One of them had slung his backpack full of camping supplies over his shoulders.

“Wild boars don’t skin bodies,” Mulder said.

“But jackals do,” Scully responded. “There are at least two species indigenous to this area. Not to mention a number of feline carnivores, wolves, and flesh-eating insects.”

Mulder nodded. They would need a zoologist to determine what had really happened to the gibbon.

Mulder rose to his feet, then turned back toward the guides. Malku was pleading in a high-pitched voice, but the three guides were all shaking their heads. It was plainly obvious what was going on.

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sad. “Back to Alkut. They say I must lead them.” Scully glanced at Mulder, then at the underbrush.

There was a break in the green, about the size of a person, extending beneath a thick canopy of branches. There was no telling how far the break continued. “I guess that doesn’t give us much of a choice.” Mulder looked past her. “Malku, how much further is the base of the mountain?”

“Not far. Just over hill.”

“Mulder,” Scully said, “this trail could continue for miles. It’s going to be dark, and we don’t know the area.”

“Before I became unconscious, I heard Kyle and the other man talking about the upcoming demonstration.

It’s happening now, Scully. We can’t head back to town.” Mulder pointed to one of the packs lying next to the fallen trunk. “We can carry what we need. Malku will come back for us. Right, Malku?” The young monk bobbed his head. Scully bit her lower lip, thinking. She did not like the idea of heading farther into the forest on their own, especially so close to nightfall. But Mulder was right—if they didn’t reach the mountain soon, there was no point in reaching it at all.

She took a deep breath, tasting the steaming, wet air.

“Another hour, Mulder. If we don’t reach the mountain, we turn back.”

“The key is in the wrist,” Mulder grunted, bringing his machete down in a vicious arc. “Don’t let the weight of 287

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the blade control your swing. Like golf, only this sucker will take your head off if you mistime your follow-through.”

Scully swung her own machete, severing a branch almost half her length. Her body was slick with sweat, and her shoulders ached beneath the weight of the heavy assault rifle. Mulder was carrying the backpack containing enough rations for two days in the forest. Overkill—Scully hoped. It had been only forty minutes since Malku and the guides had turned back, and already the forest felt as if it was closing in on her, an enveloping crush of nature. Her ears were ringing with the strange whistles and calls of tropical birds and monkeys, and she no longer noticed the carpet of blood-sucking insects stuck to most of her exposed skin.

“It’s getting pretty dark,” she commented, as she stepped over the freshly cut branch and went to work on the next obstacle, a thick bush nearly twice her height.

The effort seemed futile, and she was more than ready to turn back. All she could think about was a cool shower and a flight back to Washington. “We’ll have to make camp soon—and wait for Malku to return. Unless you think we can find our way back ourselves.” Mulder moved alongside, slashing deep into the fingers of green. “I’m not ready to give up yet.”

“It’s not a matter of giving up,” Scully said, chopping into the bush with frustrated swipes. “It’s a matter of being reasonable—shit.”

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Scully watched as the machete slipped out from her sweaty fingers and somersaulted through a breach in the thick bush. The blade quickly disappeared from view, and a second later there was the loud clatter of metal against stone. Mulder’s face brightened. “That sounded promising.”

Scully did not argue. She delicately stepped after the machete, working her way between the minced branches. To her surprise, the other side of the bush opened into a narrow rock canyon leading steadily upward. The canyon was little more than shoulder wide, running between twenty-foot-high rock walls. It was impossible to tell if the canyon had been purposefully carved into the rocks or was a feat of evolution. The rock walls were rough, with sharp, jutting protuberances and clinging green vines. Ten feet ahead, the canyon twisted tightly to the right, making it impossible to see beyond a few feet—but it seemed the agents might have finally reached the edge of the forest.

“It’s a pretty tight fit,” Scully said. “We’ll have to go one at a time.”

It was an unpleasant thought—but they had come this far already. Scully slid the rifle off her shoulder and held it lightly in her hands. She had not used anything as powerful as the carbine since her days at Quantico, but she was mentally prepared to fire if it became necessary.

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could no longer see anything but the narrow incline ahead of her. She found herself turning sideways to fit through the walls, and every few seconds she felt a sharp pinch as she brushed against the jagged rock. She was getting scraped and bruised by the forward progress—

and from Mulder’s cursing behind her, she knew he was suffering as well.

“I’m beginning to know what a kidney stone feels like,” he whispered, yanking off the heavy backpack to make more room for his body. Scully silenced him with her hand as she came to an abrupt turn in the canyon.

The walls finally opened up into a brief, rock-strewn plain, stretching upward in a gentle slope. The ground was reddish brown, a combination of packed forest mud and thin gravel. Other than a few knee-high bushes, the ground was clear of significant obstructions. It was strange seeing so much empty space after the long trip through the tropical forest.

Just on the other side of the cleared, reddish plain, Scully saw sheer rock cliffs rising almost straight up, disappearing into the charcoal sky. The cliffs seemed stag-geringly large, and she knew her and Mulder’s forward progress was about to end. They had reached the base of See Dum Kao.

“Scully,” Mulder whispered, his cheek almost touching hers. “Over there.”

He gestured toward a huge black oval carved directly into the sheer cliff, about thirty yards away. It was the mouth of a vast cave, exactly as Ganon had described.
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foreboding sight.
The opening was at least twenty feet high, with a span nearly twice as wide. Twisting green vines hung down across the cave entrance like a living portcullis.

“It looks deserted,” Scully commented.

“There’s got to be another entrance,” Mulder explained. “There’s no way they move supplies back and forth the way we just came.”

“Well,” Scully said, shaking sweat out of her eyes.

“Let’s take a look.”

She started forward, casting a glance at the sky. In a few more minutes they would be in total darkness. Isolated in the middle of nowhere, waiting for Malku to lead them back to Alkut. It was not a pleasant thought.

On the bright side, at least night would bring relief from the overwhelming heat. If the cave was as deserted as it looked, they would have a place to camp out and wait.

They made short work of the rocky glade, angling along the sheer cliff toward the opening. See Dum Kao seemed to rise straight upward forever to Scully’s right, a dagger stabbed deep into the dark skin of the sky. She wondered how many thousands of caves pockmarked the ancient mountain—and how many miles of subter-ranean caverns spread out like a hollow circulatory system beneath the stone.

She slowed as she reached the edge of the opening.

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rope. Its outer layer was rough, speckled with tiny prick-ers like an elongated cactus. She looked up, searching for the plant’s center, but she could no longer see the arched top of the cave entrance. She carefully unslung the automatic rifle and handed it to Mulder. Then she withdrew her handgun.

Without a word, Mulder slid between two of the vines and into the dark cave. Scully followed, noting how the air seemed to change instantly. The temperature dropped by at least ten degrees, while the humidity seemed to increase, causing an involuntary shiver to move down Scully’s back. A dank, mossy smell filled her nostrils, and she fought the urge to cough. She knew there was a danger of inhaling poisonous gases—carbon monoxide, methane, even cyanotic compounds resulting from natural decomposition. But she hoped the wide opening kept fresh air circulating enough to provide suf-ficient oxygenation.

Beyond the entrance, the cave opened up into an oval chamber, similar in size to the laboratory beneath the church. Huge stalagmites rose up at random intervals across the red-mud floor, sparkling with crystal deposits. Some of the stalagmites were nearly fifteen feet tall—thousands, if not millions, of years old. The ceiling was shrouded in darkness, but Scully could make out the points of similar stalactites hanging down like dulled fangs. Directly across the room was another arched opening, leading deeper into the mountain. A yellowish light trickled across the stone floor, coming 292

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from somewhere beyond the second entrance. Scully could not tell for sure—but the light seemed artificial.

Still, it was possible that some sort of natural aperture was directing reflected light through the cavern. Perhaps the moon had broken through the clouds, and its light was funneling through fissures in the surrounding stone.

Mulder touched her shoulder, pointing past one of the larger stalagmites to a cleared-out area by the far wall. A glint of reflected light caught her eye, and she held her breath. There was a large, rectangular object at the edge of the chamber. From the distance, it seemed to be made of glass.

Mulder advanced, the automatic rifle cradled in his arms. Scully weaved behind him, circumnavigat-ing a huge stalagmite. As she moved closer to the reflection point, she saw an enormous glass tank running waist high along the wall. The tank was at least twelve feet long, perhaps four feet wide. A series of rubber tubes twisted out of the bottom of the tank, disappearing into holes drilled straight into the stone wall.

Scully’s thoughts swirled as she stood next to Mulder, peering into the tank. It was half-filled with transparent liquid, and a strong scent wafted in Scully’s nostrils. Salty and familiar. It reminded her of the many thousands of hours she had spent in bio labs during college, medical school, and beyond.

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cal solution used to keep organic cells alive. Tissue cultures, bacteria—”

“Transplant materials?” Mulder asked.

Scully shrugged. She was stunned by the sight of the tank. Now there was no doubt—the enormous mountain cave was the site of some sort of medical research. The long path from New York had led to this place in the mountains of Thailand—through the guidance of a religious cult and an ancient fairy tale. Scully reminded herself—there was logic behind it all. The myth of the Skin Eater was a cover story, much like the outbreak of encephalitis lethargica. “It’s possible synthetic skin was kept in this tank.”

“Maybe just the family pet,” Mulder commented, reaching into the tank and touching the liquid inside. He took out his hand and shook the droplets toward the ground. Then he started toward the inner entrance.

Scully followed, her nerves on edge. As they moved closer to the yellowish light, unnatural, vaguely mechanical sounds drifted into her ears. Soon the sounds reached a recognizable volume. She clearly made out the rhythmic pumping of respiratory ventilators, mingling with the hiss of liquid infusers and the beep of computer processors. She cautioned Mulder with her hand as they reached the entrance, and they spread out to either side, crouching low.

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cavern Scully had ever seen. Soft yellow light poured down from more than a dozen enormous spotlights hanging from steel poles suspended along the walls. And beginning just a few feet in front of Scully, stretching as far as her eyes could see—row after row of empty chrome hospital stretchers. The stretchers seemed to go on forever, parallel rows extending from one end of the cavern to the other.

“They’re not here,” Mulder whispered, slowly moving between the stretchers. “These stretchers are all empty—”

He paused midsentence. Then he pointed up ahead.

There was a group of stretchers—between twenty and thirty—separated from the chrome sea, situated near the far end of the cavern. Each of the segregated stretchers was covered by a milky white oxygen tank.

Mulder rushed ahead, Scully a few feet behind.

Their pace slowed as they reached the first oxygen tent. At the head of each tent stood a semicircle of medical carts; Scully recognized respirators and cardiac machines—but some of the other devices were foreign to her, and there were numerous infusion pumps attached to vessels full of unidentifiable chemicals. Tubes ran from the carts to valves attached directly to the plastic oxygen tents.

Scully followed Mulder through the maze of oxygen tents, counting as she went. Her approximation had been accurate; there were twenty-five tented stretchers. She took a deep breath and approached the closest plastic 295