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Throwing Good After Bad (Chapter 19)

TW/CW: grief, grieving

Scully

Scully comes to in a rowboat, or at least that’s where she thinks she is. Not even ten yards away, the yacht blazes orange and red against the darkened sea. Emotion catches in her throat and she twists over her shoulder where Lydia sits.

And behind Lydia . . . is Grace. Grace. Grace, who is rowing furiously away from the yacht, her strong arms dipping the paddles in and out of the choppy water like she’s done it a thousand times before. Scully doesn’t even stop to consider why Grace is here, or why a member of the Black Sands appears to be helping them.

She lunges across the rowboat at Lydia, not quite sure what her intent is—to kill or maim or seriously injure—but all she knows is she has to funnel her rage somewhere.  

“You left him!” she howls as she grabs Lydia by the shoulders and throws her into the bottom of the boat. “You should have just left me there too! I wish you had never come for me!”

Lydia shrieks and the rowboat swings sharply, its nose veering towards the open ocean. Behind them, Grace tries unsuccessfully to steady the boat but Scully is throwing Lydia around so mercilessly that it keeps tilting and swaying. A giant wave hammers the side of the boat and sends Scully flying towards the gunwale. She gasps in pain. In the brief moment of respite, Lydia and Grace plead with her to calm down.

But the light and heat from the burning yacht are too close, too intense, too real, and in her mind, she’s right there with him. She’s imagining Mulder’s face, thinking of those last few seconds before Lydia incapacitated her: the despair, the agony, the guilt and pain and loss written so clearly across his features. She imagines how he must have felt, forced to face a brutal, excruciating death at the hands of his greatest fear. She imagines his final moments—did he scream? Did he cry? Did he pray?

Anger—powerful, vicious, unforgiving anger—surges through her at the thought of Mulder suffering. She rolls on top of Lydia again and straddles her, staring down at her face, trying to make out her features in the darkness. Does Lydia regret what she did? Will it haunt her for the rest of her godforsaken life?  

“Please,” Lydia gasps beneath her, her breath hitching. “It was his last wish, to save you.”

Scully recalls those final, brutal moments with Mulder: how he kicked at her, yelled at her, told her to run. How he begged Lydia to save her.

He wanted this. He wanted her to survive, at any cost. His own life he didn’t consider precious. Only hers. But he and I have always survived together, she thinks. Even in those last few moments, she couldn’t believe he could really die. She couldn’t face the reality that he would truly sacrifice himself for her. But he did, and now he’s really, truly dead for it.

She hates Lydia. She hates Grace. In part, she hates Mulder.

Mulder.

Mulder.

She lets out a wet, keening sob and rolls off of Lydia, murmuring a half-hearted apology to the woman who let Mulder die alone. And then she collapses into the hull of the boat and screams into the night.

**

They make it to the beach after thirty minutes of vigorous rowing, and as Grace and Lydia drag the rowboat onto shore and collapse into the sand with exhaustion, Scully stands in the shallows.

The tears have dried on her face and a certain numbness has begun to settle into her limbs. She feels the wash of the waves over her ankles and calves, but she doesn’t feel the cold. She doesn’t feel the slow trickle of a fading rainstorm washing saltwater out of her hair and skin. She barely notices the way her feet start to sink into the sand.  

All she really knows is that there is a violent red-and-orange flame dancing on the ocean, and that her entire life lies dead within that flame.

She doesn’t know how long she stands on the shore. At some point, Grace and Lydia each try to tug her away, to convince her to retreat to the cabins. She doesn’t speak; doesn’t budge.

She watches the burning boat slide into the ocean; notices fiery pieces of wood float out to sea; catches the way the sea eventually begins to settle. When the sun finally starts to peek over the horizon, illuminating the storm-ravaged beach with a pink glow, Scully moves. She extracts her feet from the sand and turns her back on the ocean, walking up the beach until she reaches a soft, sandy place hidden in the trees.

Her body, driven to its most extreme limit, gives up before her mind turns off, and she collapses to the sand as her legs give out.

She lies face-down for a long time, until eventually she works up the strength to turn over.

It didn’t have to end like this, she thinks angrily. We could both be dead right now. If only . . .

She sleeps.  

**

Something is burning. Something is burning. It hurts, God it hurts; it’s red-hot. It’s aflame. She’s on fire.

Scully cracks open her eyes and winces. Bright, unrelenting sun pierces through the canopy of trees above her. Her skin feels hot and dry and her lips are cracked and bleeding. She sits up, momentarily dizzy, and shields her face with a hand. She’s going to have one hell of a sunburn.

She’s about to push herself to standing when she notices Lydia walking up the beach to her, a water bottle in hand. Betrayal courses through her and she has to remind herself that Lydia did what Mulder asked of her. Fuck you, Lydia. Fuck you, Mulder.

Is this what grief is going to feel like this time? Vicious, uncontrollable anger? How different than when she lost her father. How different than when she lost Melissa.  

Wordlessly, Lydia presses the water bottle into her hands and Scully takes a few sips. Sand crackles down her throat and she winces at the scrape against her windpipe, which is already raw from smoke and screaming.

“Come to the cabins with us,” Lydia begs quietly, her voice gentle, her aspect unintrusive. “Rest there.” She won’t meet Scully’s eyes, which is just as well.

Ignoring her, Scully squints down the beach at where last night’s rowboat sits. It suddenly occurs to her that it’s the same rowboat that took her and Mulder out to the yacht in the first place. The same rowboat that docked alongside the yacht. The same rowboat that Jules and Harlan were occupying. Following her gaze, Lydia sighs.

“I . . . killed them,” she says, her voice muted. Scully looks up sharply. “We were in a kayak, coming after you. When we saw Jules and Harlan docked at the boat, they raised the shotgun to shoot at us.” Lydia swallows hard. “It was the first time I’ve ever shot at someone.”

Scully snorts, that same unfiltered rage moving in. “Why the hell did Kersh send you here?” she spits. “Untested, untrained. Useless.”

Lydia hangs her head. “I didn’t miss. And it took a lot to get you down the ladder,” she says softly. “Everything was on fire. The upper deck, the railings, the life boat—”

“The life boat?” Scully interrupts. She feels her first prick of twisted, gnarled hope; if Evan never used the life boat, that means he didn’t make it. He must have died setting the ship on fire. Good.

Lydia nods. “Meanwhile, Grace transferred from the kayak to the rowboat and slipped Jules and Harlan’s bodies overboard.”

“A fitting end.”

“Mmm.”

Silence ticks by and Scully gulps down the rest of the water. Her body is desperate for it even if her mind is ignoring her physical needs. Eventually, Lydia sighs and stands.

“Come to the cabins,” she asks one more time.

Scully stares up at her: the woman who let Mulder die. She should be grateful, right? In retrospect, Lydia’s efforts at saving her life were . . . Herculean. But right now, all she can feel is a hot, searing rage. Maybe one day, she’ll find the beauty in this moment. Maybe one day, she’ll appreciate what Lydia has done.

She turns her back. But not today.

**

Scully decides to walk along the beach. She ditches her boots and jacket. A cool breeze blows off the ocean and ruffles her hair, which has dried into salty, tangled red sticks. She is still limping from her injured ankle and bruises litter her body, but the pain is relative. What aches now is her heart, and that’s the only wound her body seems to register.  

She walks for a long time, past the twin beaches and then towards a third bay. She walks through snarled jungle and over sharp jetties. At one point, she even walks out onto a sandbar to reach another spit of sand. It is there that she considers sinking down into the waves, letting them wash her out to sea.

But she continues on.

Eventually, she reaches a small cove, its waters dark blue and studded with shells and pebbles. She picks her way across the stony beach, ignoring the sharp prick of broken things under her bare feet. She walks to the furthest end of the cove until she reaches a long, sweeping ridge that rises up into the jungle. It is virtually impassable here and she needs to turn around.

But what if she just kept walking forever? Would she eventually disappear?

She finds hand holds in the sandy, rocky cliffside and scales the ridge. Vines tear at her jeans and something sharp breaks open the skin of her right foot. She ignores it.

At the top of the ridge, she rests. From this vantage point, she has a good view of the island, the ocean. She studiously ignores the ugly layer of blackened, burned wood floating along the middle of the horizon. She’s not sure she can look that in the eye again.

Her eyes scan the beaches where she came from, wondering if Lydia and Grace are worried about her disappearance yet. If they are, so be it. She props her elbows on her knees and buries her head between her arms. After a minute, she turns her cheek to rest on her left arm, staring at the beaches towards the north side of the island, which she hasn’t explored yet.

Something catches her eye. She sits up straighter, peering down the ridge and onto the rocky beach below. There’s something dark down there, hidden amongst the rocks and jungle and beach. Maybe it’s just burnt driftwood from the wreckage, but surely none of that would have made it ashore by now. Right?

She stands quickly, so quickly that her brain protests and she gets instantly, nauseatingly dizzy. She understands her body’s betrayal: she’s dehydrated, exhausted, grieving, alone. When the feeling has passed, she starts making her way down the other side of the ridge.

It’s probably not a good idea, she realizes as she scrambles through the jungle. She could find something buried there in the rocks that she really doesn’t like. Images—horrible, disturbing, terrifying images—rise to her conscious mind and she shoves them away as fast as they come. Yes, she could find something horrifying down there. But it’s also possible she could find something insignificant. A log, or a dead animal. Some kind of gnarly rock.

But it’s none of those things. As she gets closer, she starts to make out shapes. There are two things washed up on the beach.

Two human things.

Her heart beats so fast that it almost stalls her. Adrenaline courses through her body. Don’t do it, she warns herself. Don’t go near those bodies.

But she has to look. She has to know.

She’s ten yards from the bodies when she picks up a run, her feet pounding over the sand. Heat courses through her skin and into her veins. Anxiety wraps itself like a noose around her throat.

She is just five feet away when she recognizes that it’s him. Bile rises up in her throat and she turns to the side to gag. Don’t do it, she screams at herself. Don’t go there.

She runs anyways, stumbling across rocks and out onto the small stretch of beach leading towards the ocean. She collapses onto her knees at Mulder’s side, ignoring the other body stretched out beside him—Evan—and raises a shaking hand to the pulse point underneath his jaw.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, half-sob, half-whisper.

And then, with a lifetime’s worth of gratitude, she tips her forehead to his chest and presses her face against his warm, precious neck.

“You’re alive.”

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Ayo Tank Man, what dis?

This is a 155mm Palmaria SPG on an OF-40 hull in Lybia. Lydia bought a bunch from Italy in the 80s, and they still crop up from time to time.

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LPGA Singapore: Charley Hull one shot behind Lydia leader who moving into the final circle Golf News

The English Charley Hull is recorded for Lydia leader who after the third round of HSBC World Cup in Singapore. Who recorded four-under 68 years to move from one stroke to one move in front of 10 under the overall course on Tanjong in the Sentos Golf Club. Hull, who burried two first four holes, was a stroke in seconds after 68. Jeano Thitikul had the best round of the day, 66, to move to a third…

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LPGA Singapore: Charley Hull was tied for the third after two rounds of the HSBC Women's World Championship | Golf

Charley Hull and Hall of Famer Lydia KO moved to the quarrel after two rounds of the HSBC Women’s World Championship. The Golden Olympic Medal KO was transferred within a stroke with a 67-year-old five. English English Hull, who has charged three birds in its first round 69, is connected to the third with Hyo Joo Kim (66), two shots from the superiority. Instagram This content is provided by…

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LPGA Singapore: Charley Hull was tied for the third after two rounds of the HSBC Women's World Championship | Golf

Charley Hull and Hall of Famer Lydia KO moved to the quarrel after two rounds of the HSBC Women’s World Championship. The Golden Olympic Medal KO was transferred within a stroke with a 67-year-old five. English English Hull, who has charged three birds in its first round 69, is connected to the third with Hyo Joo Kim (66), two shots from the superiority. Instagram This content is provided by…

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Southern Fury (2017) Movie Review

Southern Fury – ABC Film Challenge – Action – S – Movie Review  Director: Steven C Miller Writer: Jason Mosberg (Screenplay) Cast Nicolas Cage (Pig) John Cusack (1408) Adrian Grenier (Entourage) Johnathon Schaech (Prom Night) Lydia Hull (Van Wilder)   Plot: A Southern mobster attempts to rescue his kidnapped brother.   Runtime: 1 Hour 32 Minutes   There may be spoilers in the rest of…

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What It Means to be Immense

A collaborative zine published by Alexander Stubbs and Lydia Shearsmith.

The zine was published as part of Lydia's exhibition at 87 Gallery, Hull, The Immensity of Being. The exhibition ran from June - September 2023.

Words by Alexander Stubbs

Design and artwork by Lydia Shearsmith

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Escape Plan: The Extractors (2019)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

I must be completely fair in my review of Escape Plan: The Extractors by admitting I saw it by mistake. I thought I had selected the first movie on my player, not the third. If this picture redeems itself by completing nuanced character arcs or tying up previously-introduced loose ends in a way that pleases fans, I can’t say. What I can tell you is how forced a sequel this feels. Did this movie begin as something completely different? Was it tweaked in post-production to trick audiences into watching it? Sure feels that way.

Daya Zhang (Malese Jow) is kidnapped by mercenaries. Her bodyguard (Harry Shum, Jr.) seeks security expert Ray Breslin (Sylvester Stallone) for help. Daya is indirectly familiar to Breslin. He knows her lover and former bodyguard, Shen Lo (Max Zhang). The kidnapper is a familiar face from Breslin’s past as well: Lester Clark, Jr. (Devon Sawa) is the son of Breslin’s corrupt ex-business partner. He wants revenge for his daddy’s death and the captured heiress is just the thing to lure Breslin into a trap.

It takes a long time for what Escape Plan 3 is actually about to become clear. We have… how many heroes? There’s Daya’s current bodyguard and her former bodyguard. Why they want to save the woman is pretty straightforward. Breslin's name was on the flash drive left behind when Daya was kidnapped so obviously, he's invested too. As for the villain, Lester Jr. wants money. That's why you kidnap people - at least, most of the time. Eventually, it’s revealed Lester Jr. doesn’t actually care about any ransom. He just wants Ray to come and face him. See what I mean about two random plots stitched together? This is made more obvious when Lester Jr. kidnaps Abigail (Jaime King), Breslin’s girlfriend 37 years his junior. Breslin has never met Daya before. If he gets to her before the kung-fu bodyguards do, she’ll have no idea what’s going on.

While I haven't seen Escape Plan, I know the premise from the trailer. This is NOTHING like it. There’s no prison to escape from, unless you count Lester Jr.’s base of operations: a dank, rusty, run-down prison with no guards - but inmates in every cell. It’s hard to believe this place would have running water, much less an internet connection, which makes a scene in which the baddies take one of Daya’s employees, hand him a laptop and instruct him to hack into her family’s financial account particularly hilarious. And they just leave him in the room alone! He could be doing anything on that computer!

None of the film's problems feel as brutal as the camerawork and direction. Any potentially exciting scenes are transmogrified into eyeball garbage by the confusing camerawork. You can’t tell what’s going on half the time and the editing makes it unclear whose objectives are what. You’re bored, just hoping this catastrophe will end soon. Suddenly, there’s a big fight. You think the movie’s over. Escape Plan 3 has you fooled. That guy who just died? It wasn't the main boss. It was some henchman the camera made you think was important… by accident!

I once dated a woman whose father would watch any movie starring Steven Seagal. He didn't care that the former action star hasn’t had a movie worth mentioning since 1992. He was a fan and would make it a priority to watch any Steven Seagal movie. If you’re that sort of person, then Escape Plan: The Extractors practically has your name on it. Otherwise, this is a movie you’ll be unsure actually exists even after having finished it. (March 27, 2020)

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Bad movie I have Survive the Night 2020

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Survive the Night (2020)

Directed by Matt Eskandari

Cinematography by Bryan Koss

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Survive the Night - Trailer

Starring Bruce Willis, Chad Michael Murray, & Lydia Hull

In theaters May 22, 2020 (USA)

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LPGA Singapore: Charley Hull bound for the third after two Circles of HSBC Female World Championship Golf News

Charley Hull and the hallway of Lydia families who moved in the claim after the two rounds of the HSBC World Cup. Olympic gold medal Who moved to a video of water with five less than 67 years. English Hull, which in its opening 69 brakes three birds, tied to the third with Hyo Joo Kim (66), two shots from the leading. Instagram This content provides Instagramthat can use cookies and other…

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HEIST (2015) Grade: D 

Tons of big names, tons of bad lines. Not show how they got so many 2 be in this script.