X-files Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Its tiny, dark-veined hand reached out toward the glass, toward the blood seal Phineas had painted. A low, vibrating hum started in the floorboards. It wasn't the engine. "Ugh... what the hell?" Xavier suddenly let go of the cyclic with one hand, rubbing his temple. "My head. It feels like... like a migraine." "Keep flying, Xavier," Phineas said. His voice was a flat, dead line. "Something's... the lights are dimming." Xavier’s voice was becoming thin. He looked at his hand on the controls. The skin was losing its tan. The veins were becoming prominent, turning a dark, bruised purple.