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C. G. B. Spender

(Set in 1999) 

Ten years ago, I found out that the son I have never been able to openly claim as my own had taken over the X-Files Division. Perhaps it would be a proud moment for some fathers. For me, I knew it would either end in his death or my own. The X-Files Division deals with paranormal phenomena and while that sounds silly when it's said outloud, what lies there is much more insidious. Between those files are information that might alter the course of humanity. If you think I'm being melodramatic, consider this... how would the world change if there was proof that alien life exsisted? What if the proof also showed that they have exsisted amoung us, and even further, that we have started consortiums to help them to enslave our own species. And shadow societies to work against them, beyound their sight.

Ten years later, Mulder is getting closer to the truth every day. At this point, I am conflicted where to stop him or support him. My time on this earth is running short and I want it to stand for something. If the aliens exsist, something won't exsist anymore.

Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka The Cigarette Smoking Man
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 193


 
 
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C. G. B. Spender
Yes, I am the father of Fox Mulder.

The truth of his paternity is no doubt something that has been heavily debated by my colleauges. Why else would I protect him again and again when they want to be rid of him once and for all? Of course, they've never asked and even if they did, I would never answer. Not just for my benefit, or Mulder's, but mostly because I vowed to keep the secret for his mother. As long as she is alive, I will never answer it. And I won't deny that benefits Mulder and even myself. A wise man once told me that actions were rarely selfless. This same man blew himself up to avoid death at the hands of our comrades. So while wise, he was not particularly brave.

Mulder, however, would die for his beliefs, but would never sacrafice himself to avoid an enemy. He would go out in a blaze of glory and while trying to leave as much after effects after that would save the human species. Because the pride I feel towards Mulder, even when he's using methods that go against my own work, is not just of a father, but as someone to wants to see the human race survive what is to come. His method of finding the truth and our method of trying to stall the enemy while learning to defeat them differ, but we have the same goal. I hope one of us succeds in the end.

Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka The Cigarette Smoking Man
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 250
 
 
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C. G. B. Spender
01 September 2009 @ 10:02 pm

"What in God's name is that SMELL?" He spoke roughly, aghast of the odor in the examination room. Even with his nicotine drenched nasal passages, the smell was simply putrid.

"God," His colleauge with the deep, throaty voice intoned. "Has nothing to do with this. This is our work, I'm afraid."

He peered at the creature in the chamber. "I've never seen one in this condition before...what's wrong with it?" 

"The experiment went awry."

"Obviously!" He scoffed in return. "Why dont' you try telling me something useful?"

"Useful?" Ronald shook his head. "There's nothing useful here, friend. Just a shell of a being that's bent on destorying us all and the fallen hopes we can do anything about it."

He withdrew his Morleys out of his pocket and lit up. The smell of the cigarette smoke helped mask the odor a little, but there was still a stench in the air, very similair to rotting flesh. Apparently it was also the smell of rotting hope. They'd been trying for years to figure out how to beat this enemy, and they didn't seem any farther ahead then when the project started.

"Dispose of it." He finally spoke. "And get the janitor in here to do something about the smell."

Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka The Cigarette Smoking Man
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 209

 

 
 
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C. G. B. Spender
20 August 2009 @ 09:57 pm
He spent alot of time afterthe fire that killed his colleauges watching Agent Mulder. After all, he was the son left standing, after the unfortunate loss of Jeffery. Of course, neither he nor Mulder would ever admit his paternity or speak to each other on it, but by this point they both knew. And as he watched Mulder take the reins of the X-Files office once again, he also realized he had a worthy opponent.

How he wished he was able to cultivate Mulder's talent and bring him onto the right side of things! But he'd tried that several years ago and even after a show of goodwill, he still remained the man's enemy. Not that he wanted to be an enemy to him. In fact, he considered himself Mulder's biggest fan. If it weren't for him, Mulder would have been killed years ago. But because of him, he'd convinced the consortium that Mulder was worth keeping around, lest killing him made more people spring up in his place. Of course, he also didn't want Mulder killed because he was his son, now his only son.

At least he wasn't part of the resistance. If Mulder ever fell into the hands of the men, now led by Krycek, that were trying to resist the colonization then the Project would be in severe enough danger to make it necessary to terminate the threat of Agent Mulder. He honestly hoped that day never came. After the colonization, they would need strong, smart men to help take back the planet.

Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka "The Cigarette Smoking Man"
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 257
 
 
C. G. B. Spender
05 August 2009 @ 10:30 pm
He had died three times in his life.

The first time, the consortium decided he was no longer needed for the Project to go forward. He was standing in his apartment, pondering the complexities of parenthood, and the fact that none of his children would ever remember him in a positive light, when a bullet struck him in the chest. He didn't remember what happened next, only that someone else was in the room with him, telling him the Project still needed him. When he woke up again he was in Canada, with a letter cautioning him to stay put. Within six months he was back in Washington and to the Project. And within a year he saw most of the men who had decided to end his life lose theirs.

The second time, he was already dying. A slow, painful death that took away his ability to breathe normally. In the end, the Morleys did catch up with him, and should have caused his demise, if it weren't for a certain one armed Russian who was eager to have him go a little quicker. He remembered the pain of going down the stairs, the wheelchair ending up on top of him when he reached the bottom, but again he didn't remember much after that.. Only that he awoke in New Mexico, and he wasn't completely healed. He was still going to die, but perhaps not quite so fast.

The third timewas in a cavern in New Mexico. He had a chance to depart a last kernal of wisdom to his son, to Fox Mulder, and then his life was taken by those who were trying to eliminate Mulder and Scully after they had found their precious truth. This time there was almost no pain. It happened too fast for it to hurt. One minute he was hearing a whistle, the next he felt the flames lick his flesh and then nothing.

It turned out, the third had been the charm.


Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka The Cigarette Smoking Man
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 331
 
 
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C. G. B. Spender
Well, I would answer that by inquiring what the law is for and if a greater good can be served by breaking it. Obviously we can't go around being renegades, discarding the laws of man with abandon. But sometimes the only way we can save the world is to cross a line less severe then the one that would break mankind's back.

For example, murder is a crime and viewed as such in almost every society and religion on earth. But what if the person was about to reveal something that would cause the death of millions in a global panic? Or spread the word of a project creating a vaccine that would save all mankind in the not so distant future. If someone stood in the way of that mission, he'd have to be killed for the greater good, wouldn't he? That doesn't make the task any easier, but it does make it necessary.

Of course there's other ways to break the law that should be permissiable, especially when it comes to the spread of information. Freedom of press was a fine dream for our forefathers, but it sometimes is an unrealisitic goal. When freedom of press will destroy the hearts and minds of our nation's citizens, it must be put down. Quietly. Because as unrealistic a goal as it is it's a necessary illusion for our nation.

That's why some men must be set aside and put in charge of such things. Men like my colleauges and myself. It's not an easy job, but I sleep well every night knowing that every decision I've made - even the really hard ones - was made for the greater good.

Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka The Cigarette Smoking Man
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 280
 
 
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C. G. B. Spender
27 May 2009 @ 01:33 am
When I listen to people complain about being fired, I would like to sit them down and tell them how I was removed from my position. With a bullet. They hired an assasin, who shot me through my apartment window. Apparently he meant to put said bullet right through my heart. Luckily for me his aim was off kilter. Other events transpired in that apartment of which I have little memory, but by some twist of fate I survived and was able to flee to a deserted cabin in Canada.

Of course, they found out they couldn't do without me for very long and less then a year later they sent someone to retrieve me. I often wonder how they found out I was still alive. A vindictive side of me would have liked to have seen their faces when they first got the news. They greatly underestimated me. Or overestimated the man they sent to kill me. I did accept my position back, but I will always keep my eye on them. After you've been fired with a bullet once, you don't want to tempt the fates by allowing it to happen again.

Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka The Cigarette Smoking Man
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 194
 
 
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C. G. B. Spender

He had spent most of his life one of a few men who held the fate of the human race in their hands. He'd watched presidents who controlled the free world on earth die and had killed more then a few aliens who controlled what was beyound earth. His influence even stretched so far as to keep the Bills from winning the Super Bowl for the stretch of his lifetime.

When the end came, however, there was no gathering of dignitaries. Instead the body is moved from his apartment to an abandoned field where his remains are crudely cremated. Ash and whatever else is left is dumped in to the Potmac River. Not because of a love for his home base of Washington DC or because he loved the water. Rather a man with no true indenity couldn't even let his true self be known in death. He'd surrended a sense of self years ago and death could not bring that back.

In the dark night, with the city lights on the horizon, ashes that looked almost like an unexpected May snow storm floated on the Potmac. Slowly, they began to sink into the water and forever disappear with the secrets of a man who lived in the shadows so that he might bend the future for his benefit. And perhaps the benefit of the human race. Few knew of him, and even fewer knew of his death. And only one man was there when he was laid to rest or something like it.

It was the price he paid.

Muse: C.G.B. Spender aka "The Cigarette Smoking Man"
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 260

 
 
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C. G. B. Spender
30 April 2009 @ 07:19 pm

I think people are lying when they say they want the truth. The truth isn't what they're after when they demand it, what they want is to hear their own ideas confirmed, to get security that they're right about the way of the universe. They don't want to hear the truth when it means everything they ever believed in is false. And they certainly don't want to hear it when they learn that in just three short years everything is going to change for the human race.

When people cry for the government to give them their much lauded truth, they aren't prepared for it. People scoff at the notion that some truths are best kept are secret, but they don't realize what would happen if people had no dreams of the future, or any sense of a higher order to keep them in line. If they knew the truth, the crime rate would go up and people would live purely for the moment. Maybe that's a good philosophy, but for a realistic world it's the last thing needed to keep order. 

Let people have their fantasies. Let them hold tight to their truths of God, family and country. Because if they lose their fictional truths, and learn the real truth, the world will come to ruins before the end. 
 
Muse: The Cigarette Smoking Man aka C.G.B. Spender
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 220

 
 
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C. G. B. Spender
23 April 2009 @ 10:06 pm

Some people, people like my ex-wife, for example...or Fox Mulder...believe that I get some thrill out of destroying lives. The thing is, that couldn't be farther from the truth. Everything I have done has been in the name of humanity, and also for my children, that they will avoid the horror that is about to come onto this planet. But my position is not one that allows nepitism. If one of my family stands in front of humanity being saved, I have to serve the greater good.

It wasn't easy to turn my wife and daughter over to the colonists. It wasn't easy to abandon my son and never formally acknowledge the other son, born of an affair. It wasn't easy to sacrafice my wife again, divorce or no divorce. And it certainly wasn't easy to pull the trigger to end my son's life. But it had to be done, so others would live. So humanity would live.

How could I get pleasure out of that? 

Muse: The Cigarette Smoking Man aka C.G.B. Spender
Fandom: The X-Files
Word Count: 168

 

 
 
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