Scully burst into the warehouse, and quickly scanned for the suspect she had seen dart in here only moments ago. But all she saw now were stacks of old crates. "Weird, I could of sworn he went in here." she thought to herself, than a noise from above had her running up the stairs she spotted in the back of the room.
The upstairs was complete darkness, and turned out to be a maze of more crates, after she clicked on her flashlight. "Easy does it, Dana." she thought to herself, as she moved quietly forward, in search of her prey. But after ten minutes of no sign she had decided to give up. That's when she saw the box.
"That's an old quarantine case." she thought in surpass, wedging her light between some crates, so it could spotlight the over-sized steel briefcase, "Circa 1944, by the ID on it's lid." She blew off the dust, holstered her gun, and popped it open. Decades old carbonized O2 wafted out of it, revealing a circular black metal container contained in foam padding. It had a signal button set on it's top, "To release seal." noted Scully.
She pulled out a piece of yellowed paper and read it's typed paragraph:
" 'Warning! Warning! Isolation Unit contains Oracle entity, class-male. Do not open unless in a class 5 containment lab, and never with any females present. Extremely dangerous.' You've got to be kidding."
Holstering her weapon, she picked up the cylinder. "Must be some kind of a joke, and-" A noise in the distance startled her, and she dropped the device. It clattered to the floor, and she quickly scooped it back up. It was hissing now, and Dana could see the button had been pressed. "Oh great, now I've done it."
The hissing stopped, and she popped the lid the rest of the way to reveal it's empty interior. She dropped it back in the case and picked the light back up, preparing to leave. "Well that was a waste." she thought, and was about to go, when an odd feeling stole over her. She felt she wasn't alone, there was someone directly behind her. She spun around, and only saw the empty corridor between the crates. "What the-" she started to say, then she was violently knocked off her feet and onto her back.
Her gun tumbled away into the darkness, and the light spun across the floor to come to rest, it's beam focused across her prone body. Someone, or some thing was atop her, and Scully opened her eyes to see... nothing. But her arms and legs were complete immobilized, no matter how she struggled. "What's happening?! Who's there?" she demanded.
"Me..." hissed a voice like broken glass, that seemed to come from everywhere at once. "Who... who are you? stammered Scully.
"I... am... an Oracle. Free after... so long." hissed the bizarre voice, that sounded very masculine to her. "What do you want? Let me go!" she spoke back to it, as she felt what seemed like many hands caressing her. "I want... you... I need your... passion." he said back, for to Dana it seemed to be the very essence of manhood.
