It’s raining Elk
Written for VS11’s Winter Challenge
Dedicated to Vickie Moseley, just because!
Rated R for a few curses, nothing major
Story: It’s raining elk, and icemen, and lord knows
“Mulder, please don’t tell me you bought that
lavender fragrance *again*!”
Mulder stopped whistling, looked up from the thick
book sitting on his lap and stared in surprise at
Scully, who had not spoken a word for the past half
hour while concentrating on the snowy road ahead. She
actually had her tongue sticking between her teeth
while she focused on the road, ready to slaughter
Mulder for having her drive.
Of all the few times he had ever asked her to drive,
why did he have to go and pick today? She wanted to
be the one relaxing instead of straining her back and
entire being trying to mind the road. It wasn’t bad
enough that they were strangers in a strange land.
No. It had to go and snow elk and deer. And her
partner -god forbid she would actually finish him
off before the end of the day -constantly whistled
while reading ‘Ghosts and everything else you wanted
to know about this planet but never dared to ask’, a
thick book he’d picked up at a second-hand store.
When handing her the keys earlier, he had said, “They
say that smaller drivers can’t hurt themselves so
much when they bump into things. The airbag is
exactly at the right height.”
She had stuck out her tongue and muttered something
along the lines of, “And larger drivers will get
their things cut off if they stop acting like self-
Not that she could be angry with him. Not even when
he started humming with the softly playing radio,
“It’s raining Elk. Hallelujah, it’s raining Elk,
“It’s raining men.”
“Not in my universe it’s not.” Then he went back to
his book, reading as if she wasn’t slipping on the
icy roads driving only two miles per hour, while the
wipers worked overtime.
“Hey,” he finally said, looking up from his book.
“We’re near Winona, right?”
“I sure hope so. If we arrive in Vegas, we’re in deep
“Coolness. I just read a story about the terrible
iceman they found right here.”
“Are you looking in the mirror again?” she asked,
lifting her nose for the scent of lavender he’d
splashed on so carelessly this morning. How could any
adult man wear lavender fragrance? Didn’t he have any
“Funny, Scully. Now keep on paddling so we won’t
drown in this snow.”
“Whatever,” she muttered, slipping almost off the
peddles as she cautiously followed the road that lead
to the airport. Not that they would actually be able
to take off once there. Not while it – was ..
“Why does it rain elk?” she asked after another
fifteen minutes of silence, all apart from the music
still blaring from the radio.
“Why not women? Or dogs? Why elk?”
“I don’t know. I like elk.”
“To eat or to watch?”
“You’ve eaten elk?!”
“Of course I did.”
“You are totally mad. Elk pull Santa’s sleigh,
they’re not for eating.”
“What about those cute little bunnies you love to
devour? They’re there to hop around and wiggle their
little fluffy tails, aren’t they?”
“I like rabbits.”
“Rabbit with prunes. Delicious.”
“So how do you eat elk?”
“You barbecue it.”
“It’s actually quite tasty.”
“Oh puke, Mulder.”
“Do you really think that Santa would mind that I’m
eating his helpers? Oh Christmas is long passed,
we’re nearly upon the New Year, Scully. I’m sure he
doesn’t need them anymore.”
“You Brutus! Oh and by the way, elk don’t pull the
sleigh. Those are reindeer.”
“So you’ve got moose, reindeer and elk. Do you know
“I studied biology.”
“I studied humans. Real beasts!” Mulder shrugged,
clapped the book shut and was about to say he was
going to take a nap, when the car slipped in a curve,
veered sharply to the right and slid off the road as
if it had a mind of its own.
“Watch out!” he heard himself shout, feeling himself
flung forward, slamming into the dashboard as the car
tripped over to the right, coming to an abrupt
standstill against a bird’s feeding house on a pole.
The little house wobbled and dropped on top of the
Scully couldn’t help but laugh, relieved when she
heard her partner mutter a curse even before she
could look over to check if he was hurt. His way too
loose seatbelt had not protected him. Neither had the
airbag that didn’t deploy like it should have done.
“I gather you’re okay?” she asked.
“Yep. Stupid car.”
“It’s a rental.”
“Who cares? That airbag should have exploded and
minded my poor head,” Mulder groaned, rubbing the
sore spot where his skull bumped into the dashboard.
He kicked the dashboard hard. And the bag inflated,
popping out of its compartment, smothering Mulder.
Scully roared with laughter, despite the precarious
situation they were in. Well, the problems weren’t
that bad. They weren’t that far away from
civilization and her cell would probably still work.
They’d get help in a flash.
Both agents crawled out of the car, Mulder still
rubbing his forehead painfully. “Now what?”
Scully fished out her cell phone. “Now we rely on the
powers of modern civilization and find someone to tow
“Would you mind running after that thing there
Mulder had already started to run in the direction of
a figure about ten feet away from them, covered in
snow, almost unable to see it. “That thing!” he
shouted against the wind, already starting to run as
fast as his feet could carry him. Not that he was so
fast. It was pretty slow, really, with his shoes
sinking into inches of thick snow up to his knees.
“Mulder, are you crazy?” she shouted after him.
“Come on! Get those little feet moving!”
“Little feet my ass.” Scully started running after
him, not even seeing the shadow that he so clearly
saw. Her shoes were not made for this type of
weather. They hadn’t really planned on working,
anyhow. She sighed tiredly after a few yards, not
able to see Mulder or the shadow anymore, just her
“Mulder!” she shouted as loud as she could, but no
reply came. She just heard a yell, or something like
that. Like an animal’s cry. And then a yelp and
“S – Aw–!”
“S -t -a -y a -w -” And then the world sank
away from under her feet and she felt her body fall
through a loose patch of snow and ice, at least four
meters down. There, she landed on her ass, right next
to Mulder who looked at her with a painfully goofy
“I told you to stay away,” he muttered.
“Right on cue.” Scully crawled up, patting the snow
off her body. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He was on his feet beside her, with a bump on
his forehead that slowly grew the size of a goose’s
egg. “I lost him though.”
“Will you stay here for two seconds and tell me what
the hell we were chasing?”
“I got a good look at him, Scully. He was butt ugly!
Tall, hairy, and with enough moustache to play Sam
“Nooooo! It was him, Scully. Or it. Or whatever you
call it. The terrible iceman. I have a picture of it
in my book. I’m certain that it was him.”
“You mean the bump on your head is telling you that.”
“Don’t be daft. I know what I saw.”
“It could have been Pippo the clown for all I care. I
want to go back to the car and be done with it, not
to mention get warm again. I should call for help and
-guess what? -my cell doesn’t work here. It’s too
far off the road.”
Mulder suddenly roared with laughter.
“I’ll bet you ten to one that we won’t find the car
Scully groaned. “I swear that one day I’ll kill you,
“Oh, I love it when you call me Fox. But don’t do it
“So what then?”
“Well, you lead the way. They say that women are
“Even the ones with little legs and feet?”
“The brain is still just as large, Scully.”
“Start walking, mister. Or I’ll show you what a large
brain can do.”
Scully hated it when her partner was right. Well, not
really or she would have been hating him for
eternity. But anyhow, they didn’t find the road. Or
the car. Nothing. No mobile connection, no way out of
this predicament. It wasn’t even a nice trip to the
forest. Nope. It was also freezing.
“There’s a cabin.” Mulder raised his hands to the sky
and exclaimed, “We’re saved!
Scully laughed despite their situation and tried her
cell phone once again. Nothing. Well, perhaps whoever
lived in there would be able to help them. And he
would probably have a phone.
Smoke came out of the single chimney to the right.
Through the curtains they could see one of the
largest home cinema installations money could buy.
Relief surged through her. If they had
a monster TV, they had to have phone or Internet too.
Mulder knocked hard on the door. Inside the sound
remained loud. He knocked again. “Anyone home?” he
shouted. The noise continued unabated.
Mulder shrugged and opened the door to a single-room
home that held a bed in the back, and the huge TV and
one large couch at the front. There was a small
kitchenette to the right, and a fireplace that
distributed the only warmth inside.
“Hello?” Mulder shouted as loudly as he could,
walking towards the couch where a man sat.
Only when he came close enough to see the man’s
features, would the owner of the house look up. Then
he stood up.
Scully held her giggles barely inside as she watched
the skinniest man she’d ever seen, clad in
large pyjamas and T-shirt that’d seen better days,
large Brown Bear socks, huge slippers and
a Santa’s cloak and hat.
“What?” he grumbled, still holding the remote to his
“Sorry to bother you sir, but we got lost,” Mulder
said, also trying to hold his laughter. He refused to
look at Scully, knowing that one glance would set
them off. “Would you mind if we borrowed your phone
and get someone to tow our car?”
“The nearest road is two miles down.”
“Yes sir, we know. We kept on walking in the wrong
direction. Obviously, very wrong. Erm -you wouldn’t
have happened to have seen a strange person hanging
around here, would you?”
Now Scully sniffled. She couldn’t hold it in any
longer. The only weird person was the Santa-suit clad
householder. Or make that cottage.
“Are you laughing at me?” Santa-freak moved forward,
looking suspiciously at Scully who quickly shook her
head. “No sir, we’re not. We just want to borrow your
“Have no phone.”
“You don’t have a phone?”
“Look around you. Do you see anything that even
remotely resembles a cable?”
“But you have this TV-set and -”
“Do you think I own cable? No! Wanna know why?
Because the cable men are too freaking lazy to get
here and hook me up. So I had to buy this TV and DVD
and I spend my entire freaking life watching movies
I’ve seen a thousand times.” The skinny man ploughed
back into his chair.
“Can you at least tell us then where we have to be?
How to get back?”
“Go in that direction.” The man pointed with his hand
unseeingly straight into Mulder’s abdomen, hitting
the agent in the process. “Get out.”
“And a Merry Christmas to you too,” Scully muttered
“Christmas is for losers.”
“So it seems.”
“Come on, Scully.” Mulder grasped his exasperated
partner by the arm and forced her to walk outside
“Mulder, are you going to let that bastard get away
“What is he getting away with Scully? It’s obvious we
stumbled into the geek of the century.
We can sell him a Lone Gunmen subscription and he
would fit in perfectly. No, this is no use.
We’ll go into the direction of my belly button and be
done with it.”
She roared in laughter, touching his belly. “That is
a cute belly button, you know.”
“If we find another cottage like this, sans Santa-
freak, you can check it out. How’s that?”
“Anything to keep warm, right? It’s our duty to
protect ourselves.” She was blowing on her freezing
digits now, trying to find some warmth.
“Thatagirl. Come on.”
Scully knew she shouldn’t let anything or anyone get
to her, and she knew they weren’t that far away from
civilization, but she felt her courage slither down
into her too-light shoes. Her toes were freezing and
so was her heart.
They tried to follow their own trail back to the
road, only to figure out they were walking around in
circles for an hour, when they reached their own
trail again. By then, the snow had covered most of
“If the Blair Witch pops up, I swear I’ll kill her,”
Scully grumbled angrily.
“Kick ass Scully. Just the girl I like. Look, we’re
back at the cottage.”
“Okay, that does it.” Scully stomped forward, one big
fury of anger and rage, stopping only at the cabin’s
front porch. Then she just walked inside, not even
ridding her shoes of the snow.
The man was watching Die Hard With a Vengeance.
Bullets flew around, sending all the large boxes into
a spur of noise. She walked forward, grasped the
remote from his hands and switched off the TV.
Santa-Freak looked up wearily. “Back again?”
“What the hell kind of game are you playing? Do you
want us to die out there?”
“Nobody ever dies in here.”
“Easy for you to say with your stupid slippers and
warm socks. I’m cold, freezing and very hungry. Now
you can either feed or clothe us, or we will come
back from the dead and haunt your skinny little ass
down for eternity. How’s that?”
He muttered and looked at her coolly. “I’ll help you,
if you can get those freaking cable guys over and get
me phone too.”
“Alright.” Scully fished her badge out of her jacket.
“I’m FBI. They’ll listen.” The man’s eyes widened.
“They’d better when she’s in that mood,” Mulder
groaned, feeling the onset of a huge hunger-induced
headache. He sank on one of the few chairs near the
kitchen area and looked hungrily at the pots that
stood on the stove. But they were empty.
“Obviously you have electricity,” Scully said, “and
you need to eat. So get us some food.”
“The electricity men weren’t that difficult. I bribed
them. But I hate the cable guys,” the skinny man
grumbled while moving into the kitchen and fishing
out a take-out dinner that he popped into the tiny
“Perhaps if you were a bit nicer to the cable people,
they would actually do something for you,” Scully
retorted, sitting on the couch where she removed her
wet shoes and socks and started rubbing her toes.
“Come here, Mulder. You need to get rid of those wet
“Hey, I don’t have a spare bedroom here. Don’t you
dare go nekked with your man and -”
“Don’t worry,” Scully replied curtly. “We just want
to warm up, have some food and be on our way. And it
would go much easier if you would show us the way to
He shrugged. “How should I know?”
“You live here, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah. And I have three freezers stuffed with
takeout dinners like the one you’re about to have, to
survive all winter. I never go out before spring. I
like it here on my own.”
“Oh lovely,” Scully muttered, taking in a tired
Mulder who sat rubbing his feet. “Well, food first
and then we’ll decide.”
Mulder put their shoes and socks in front of the
fireplace, removed his jacket and sweater to warm up
there too, and sat at the table sharing one meal with
his partner while Santa-freak watched them eat
Outside, the snow kept on falling, and the onset of
nightfall started. Scully knew they had to stay the
night, and frankly, she was almost happy about it. In
the morning they could rethink their actions and
decide what to do. She stretched her back and walked
over to Santa-freak just as he flipped his TV-set
back on. Bruce Willis jumped behind a car. And
bullets ran over
“We’re staying here,” she said firmly. “Give us a
blanket and we’ll sleep in front of the fireplace.”
Santa-freak didn’t even reply.
Both agents sighed.
Mulder twisted and turned, trying to find a way for
his sore body to sleep properly on the ground. He had
insisted that Scully would take the couch, not
wanting her to get up bruised in the morning. Easier
said than done though. He would have killed to be a
woman right now and be able to get the better part of
two choices. Ah well.
Not to mention the fact that his stomach was roaring
like the thunderstorm that raged outside.
No, far worse than that. Who in the hell provided
only one miniscule frozen dinner for two people? Did
their host have no compassion at all? Hell, he
munched down two pizzas all by himself in good time.
He sighed and sat up, ignoring the hungry sensation
that raged through him. He would kill for that elk
steak, or deer, or whatever. He couldn’t last out
anymore. This guy *had* to have something to munch on
in his kitchen. He couldn’t be *that* weird.
Mulder gently walked over to the cupboards, hit his
big toe twice and bit down on his fist to hide his
scream while opening closet after closet. Nothing!
Nothing at all! How freaking cheap could you get!
Wait a minute. Hadn’t he talked about freezers
stacked full with food? They had to be around here
somewhere. But where? Mulder moved back to his coat
and removed his pocket flashlight. He would find
them, and then he would eat dinner, even if he had to
eat it frozen!
He grunted as he put his cold shoes over his bare
feet, pulled his sweater over him and left the cabin.
Outside, in the snow that had finally stopped falling
and under a clear full moon, he could see just a few
inches away. He walked around the house. No little
cottage next to it. Oh but wait, a door. That had to
lead to somewhere.
Indeed, it lead to the basement. Mulder opened it,
looked at the steep staircase that lead down to an
area underneath the house and shone his light inside.
There were at least four freezers. Ah, Now that was
more like it.
He nearly laughed in pure joy as he opened the first
freezer and found it stuffed with pizzas and
hamburgers. So freaky Santa loved junk food, hey? The
second freezer held more decent meals. The third –
Wait a minute.
Mulder shone his flashlight inside. Those weren’t
meals. What the hell was that? That seemed like a –
“God damnit. A body!” Mulder muttered it out loud.
“Oh feck it.”
The agent held his breath. So Freaky Santa was also a
killer. Oh god, just what they needed.
He shone the light further inside, trying to take a
look at the man lying as good as naked inside. He had
seen that face before, he knew.
Wasn’t that -?
And then he saw an arm move forward, coming out of
the darkness, and a hand seized the agent by the
throat, pulling him almost inside the freezer.
“F -e -c -k it!” Mulder yelped, forcing his
digits between the strong, icy cold hand and his
Suddenly he was loose. The flashlight fell. Mulder
didn’t wait for the creepy crawler to get out of the
freezer but fled outside, tripping over the steep
steps as he made his way upstairs, back to the
“Scully!!!!!!!!!!!!” He yelled so loud that she
nearly fell off the couch. From behind the curtain
where the bed stood, Freakman also groaned loudly in
Mulder slammed the door shut.
“Mulder, what is it?”
“Outside,” he heaved, out of breath. “Outside,
downstairs, the basement, oh man -”
“What? Mulder, what is it?”
“He’s here! The horrible iceman is here!”
“Mulder, you’re dreaming -”
“I swear he was there! Downstairs in one of the
“Willy would find it very hurtful if you called him
horrible,” Freaky Santa inserted calmly, walking
closer to them. “In fact, I think he would be very
“Willy?!” the agents chorused together.
“Yeah, Willy. My good buddy Willy.”
Freaky Santa walked over to the door and opened it.
“Are you crazy?” Mulder yelled. “He’s going to kill
“Nah. Willy wouldn’t hurt a fly. Would you, Will?”
Scully had to swallow a lump in her throat as a man
clad only in what seemed to be boxer shorts walked
into the room. He saw pale blue skin tone and unkempt
thick hair running all over his body, including his
face. He leaned forward a bit and had very heavy
arms and legs that he barely seemed to be able to
drag forward. He was like a human orang-utan.
“Now do you believe me?” Mulder hissed in his
partner’s ear. “Sceptic!”
Freaky Santa patted the stranger on his back. “Willy
doesn’t harm a fly, do you Will? He’s very innocent,
really, but unfortunately I have to keep him near the
woods so that he doesn’t go off and get caught by –
let’s say, FBI-agents.”
Freakman switched on the lights so that the agents
could take a good look at the blue-tinted hulk who
seemed very calm, very quiet and very innocent when
he bared his big buckteeth, flashing in the light.
“Give the nice people a hand, Willy.”
The orang-utan-human moved forward and slapped his
hand against Mulder’s, who could still feel that same
giant hand stuck around his throat. Oh brother.
“Who -what -is he?” Scully asked as Willy took her
in a bear hug and nearly squeezed the life out of
“He’s my brother.”
Both agents stared dumbly at the odd couple, not
looking at each other out of fear they’d burst into
laughter again. But Freaky Santa continued deadly
serious. “We were twins.”
Oh brother, Scully thought, taking the two of them
in. The Anti Walton’s, to coin Mulder’s favorite
“He’s a freak of nature who was raised in a circus.
We were split up as twins. I found him again a few
years ago and have been taking care of him in here
“He sleeps in a freezer!”
“Willy doesn’t like it warm. I bought it especially
for him,” Freaky protested.
“So I gather that you do know your way out of the
forest?” Scully asked dryly.
“Not me, but Willy does. He loves to watch the cars,
you know. He knows where your car is too, I’m sure.”
Willy nodded very enthusiastically, spitting saliva
all over the wooden floor and onto Mulder’s shoes.
With that, both agents burst into laughter, and took
a step back gingerly. And Willy spent the rest of the
night staring inquisitively at the two agents now
sleeping next to each other, upright, on the couch,
with open mouths and snoring sounds.
In the morning they said goodbye to Freaky after
eating warmed up eggs and bacon that tasted like
leather shoes, and followed Willy, who took them
quietly and without a single word through the forest
and over the snow-covered pastures back to the main
road, exactly to where their car was standing. Willy
was still clad only in his boxer shorts. It made
Mulder feel chilled to even look at him so
As they followed him, Mulder muttered, “Told you
there was a terrible snowman.”
“Iceman,” you said.
“Whatever. You believe me now, right?”
“This poor guy is a freak of nature, and not so
terrible. But other than that, I believe you,” she
spoke with a wry grin.
“Behave, or I’ll have you drive again.”
Back at the car, Willy waved goodbye to the agents
and disappeared back where he came from. To Scully’s
relief, her cell phone found a connection and she
called for help quickly.
“They’ll be here in a few moments,” she said with a
sigh. “Are you okay, Mulder?”
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered absently, staring at the
spot where Willy disappeared. “Scully look, he’s
She looked into the direction where Willy had taken
off. A shadow that looked exactly like his came from
the woods into their direction. They could not see
him clearly until he was rather close. And then
Scully held her breath.
“That’s not Willy,” she exclaimed. “That’s –
“Get in the car!”
Both agents crawled into the car and locked the doors
as Scully reached for her gun and cocked it. The man
that looked like Willy only wasn’t, jumped on the
back of the car and humped the trunk, jiggling the
agents around inside.
“Shoot it!” Mulder yelled, “but don’t kill it!”
“I’m trying if you stop your girlie screaming.”
Scully aimed at any part of the creature’s abdomen,
ready to shot through the glass in order to hit it.
She couldn’t tell its back from its butt.
“Can’t help it Scully. It’s the third rental car
screwed this month!”
“Wonder how that feels,” Scully muttered under her
breath, ready to shoot some kneecaps.
But then it was gone. It hopped off the car, and
Mulder cautiously opened his car door and stepped
outside, looking at the stampeded trunk and the huge
footsteps that made way into the forest.
“Oh brother.” Scully stared at the tracks, then her
partner, then the trace again. “Was that -?”
“If it wasn’t, it was probably Willy’s evil twin.”
“He already had a twin.”
“Yes, he had.”
“Yeah, sister!” Mulder reached forward and grabbed
her in his arms, pecking her on the cheek.
“It’s raining elk, hallelujah.”