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authors note: this chapter will have more action, so no worries. =o)
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Radisson Hotel, Miami 7:15 pm.
"MmMm...I can't get enough of that Cuban food." said Mulder, patting his stomach. Scully only smiled. They were on their way back to the hotel from eating out at the Cuban place.
"Mulder, when do you want to head out to the crime scene?" asked Scully.
"In a little while. It's not a good idea to investigate our work on a full stomach, especially you, Scully; you're the one performing the autopsies." said Mulder.
"Hmm, good point, even though I'm very used the whole routine already. Anyway, why didn't we investigate the crime scene earlier, when we first arrived? asked Scully.
"Well, before we left for Miami, I informed the local police there, and I guess they're all superstitious or something, because they won't allow anyone else in to check out the crime scene. That's why we weren't given the case until recently. They're holding it off limits." explained Mulder.
"That's ridiculous, there were 3 murders committed. How could they have the audacity to do such a thing? All because of superstition." Scully said annoyed.
"Yeah, well, this all happened over a week ago. However, when 5 officers went in to investigate they all grew ill within the same day, so ill that they were rushed to the hospital and were in critical condition. Mind you, Scully, these were healthy men, otherwise they wouldn't have been on the scene to begin with. Since then they all got a bit paranoid, and left the crime scene off limits." said Mulder
"Well, maybe there was something toxic inside that cause the sort of reaction?" said Scully.
"No, they didn't find any evidence of that when they did blood, and urine tests." said Mulder.
"Well, then how are we suppose to investigate the crime scene?" asked Scully.
"Well, it's guarded all throughout the day. The only time that anyone refuses to go anywhere near that house is at night. The crimes took place at night, so they think the killer will come out to kill anyone who goes near the house." said Mulder.
"Oh, I see, so that's why you told me earlier that you were going at night. But wait a minute Mulder, what if the killer does go back there at night? said Scully.
Mulder gave her a knowing smirk.
"Well, then I'll go with you then, that way it's not just you." said Scully.
"No, no. Go back to the lab and see if you find anything in the results. That might help narrow things down more." said Mulder.
"But Mulder I-"she was cut off by Mulder.
"Scully, I'll be fine, trust me on this." said Mulder.
They had just pulled up into the Radisson Hotel parking lot. When Mulder parked the car, Scully let out a sigh. She didn't want to believe the superstition, but she still was worried about Mulder nonetheless. Even though they've been through things more threatening before, it just didn't feel right. They entered the hotel and made their way to the elevator. Mulder pressed the 8 button with his thumb before breaking the silence.
"Scully, what's wrong?" Mulder asked, a little concerned at how quiet she was.
"Oh, nothing, sorry. I'm just a little tired, that's all." she replied.
"Maybe you should just get some rest then? It's been a LONG day." Mulder suggested.
"No, I'm fine, really." said Scully.
"No, Scully, I'm serious, get some rest. I shouldn't be there too long anyway. You can pick up where you left off tomorrow morning." said Mulder, as they approached their rooms.
Scully sighed. "Fine, I'll stay. I wouldn't mind resting anyway."
Mulder rubbed Scully's back for a brief moment before entering his room.
"Don't worry, Scully...I'll be back." Mulder gave her a goofy smile, and she returned the gesture.
Around 8:30, Mulder headed out to the crime scene. He couldn't stop thinking about el monstruo de Chango. He wished he could've been able to speak with Joseffina Cortez, or maybe her sister Gisela Perez. They probably knew what it was. 'I'll definitely ask them tomorrow.' he thought. about 10 minutes or so later, he arrived at the crime scene. It was the last house of the 3 Joseffina Cortez had mentioned to him. With his luck the door would be locked.
"Shit..." he muttered.
It was locked. He looked to see if maybe the family had a spare key around, maybe under a pot or rug. He looked under the rug, and sure enough, he found one.
"Bingo." he said as he turned the key, and opened the door.
He took out his flashlight. The house look pretty similar to the other two, only minus all of the candles and statues of the saints. Then, he remember other members of the family saying that they weren't very religious, though he did find some Santeria items, naturally. He looked a tall stand filled with many framed pictures, all of their family members. He saw one that caught his eye. It was a picture of Yanina with her cousin, Luisa. Luisa was tanned as well, she was also skinny, she had dark brown eyes, and long curly hair. They seemed pretty happy in the picture. Then, Mulder found another picture of all 3 sisters. Marta, Gisela, and Joseffina, each holding a gold candle.
Mulder continued to look around the house. He entered each of their rooms. First Yamil's, then Marta's, then Luisa's. They had all been attacked in their sleep, because there were stains on all of the beds. He remembered the pictures he had received of the vicitims being found face down.
He made his way out of the hallway of rooms, and into the living room. That's when he saw something avery strange. There were tracks leading to the sliding glass door to their backyard. However, what made this odd, is that these tracks were definitely not human. They were about a foot long, narrow, pointed at the heel, and had three pointed toes. This was getting way to weird he kept thinking to himself.
He went outside into the backyard to see if he found anything. The yard was very long, and most likely connected with the other 2 houses. There were some palm trees and some shrubs. He noticed something hidden behind a few fallen palm tree branches. I was a circular stone about 3 ft wide. On it were symbols that were unrecognizable to him. He touched the circle and felt a slimy residue on the outer part of the circle.
Mulder decided to go back inside the house to see if he could find the substance in the bedrooms. When he got inside, he noticed something disturbing. The foot prints were gone. He immediately rushed inside of the bedrooms. All of the blood stains were gone and the beds were made. He could feel the rush of adrenaline build up in his diaphragm. He shut off his flashlight and slowly snuck out of the rooms, and was going to head out the front door, when he heard a crash inside of the kitchen, followed by movement.
He froze, his heart was racing, and he didn't even know why. Mulder had been in worse situations before, but this was different. He felt the sheer presence of evil surrounding him. He made a run for it out of the sliding glass door, and ran to the right, where the yard was connected to all of the other ones. He felt something chasing him, he could hear it behind him. Without thinking, he ran behind a hibiscus shrub and a big palm tree. He heard his pursuer stop. Then run back the other way.
A few minutes later, Mulder crept out from the shrub. He slowly stood up and wiped the sweat from his head before letting out a long sigh of relief. He turned around to start walking towards the nearest gate, when suddenly his mouth was covered shut, and he was being restrained and pulled away further down the yard. He tried desperately to free himself, but his efforts were useless.
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author's note: don't you just hate cliff hangers? =oP I'll be updating soon! =oD
authors note: this chapter will have more action, so no worries. =o)
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Radisson Hotel, Miami 7:15 pm.
"MmMm...I can't get enough of that Cuban food." said Mulder, patting his stomach. Scully only smiled. They were on their way back to the hotel from eating out at the Cuban place.
"Mulder, when do you want to head out to the crime scene?" asked Scully.
"In a little while. It's not a good idea to investigate our work on a full stomach, especially you, Scully; you're the one performing the autopsies." said Mulder.
"Hmm, good point, even though I'm very used the whole routine already. Anyway, why didn't we investigate the crime scene earlier, when we first arrived? asked Scully.
"Well, before we left for Miami, I informed the local police there, and I guess they're all superstitious or something, because they won't allow anyone else in to check out the crime scene. That's why we weren't given the case until recently. They're holding it off limits." explained Mulder.
"That's ridiculous, there were 3 murders committed. How could they have the audacity to do such a thing? All because of superstition." Scully said annoyed.
"Yeah, well, this all happened over a week ago. However, when 5 officers went in to investigate they all grew ill within the same day, so ill that they were rushed to the hospital and were in critical condition. Mind you, Scully, these were healthy men, otherwise they wouldn't have been on the scene to begin with. Since then they all got a bit paranoid, and left the crime scene off limits." said Mulder
"Well, maybe there was something toxic inside that cause the sort of reaction?" said Scully.
"No, they didn't find any evidence of that when they did blood, and urine tests." said Mulder.
"Well, then how are we suppose to investigate the crime scene?" asked Scully.
"Well, it's guarded all throughout the day. The only time that anyone refuses to go anywhere near that house is at night. The crimes took place at night, so they think the killer will come out to kill anyone who goes near the house." said Mulder.
"Oh, I see, so that's why you told me earlier that you were going at night. But wait a minute Mulder, what if the killer does go back there at night? said Scully.
Mulder gave her a knowing smirk.
"Well, then I'll go with you then, that way it's not just you." said Scully.
"No, no. Go back to the lab and see if you find anything in the results. That might help narrow things down more." said Mulder.
"But Mulder I-"she was cut off by Mulder.
"Scully, I'll be fine, trust me on this." said Mulder.
They had just pulled up into the Radisson Hotel parking lot. When Mulder parked the car, Scully let out a sigh. She didn't want to believe the superstition, but she still was worried about Mulder nonetheless. Even though they've been through things more threatening before, it just didn't feel right. They entered the hotel and made their way to the elevator. Mulder pressed the 8 button with his thumb before breaking the silence.
"Scully, what's wrong?" Mulder asked, a little concerned at how quiet she was.
"Oh, nothing, sorry. I'm just a little tired, that's all." she replied.
"Maybe you should just get some rest then? It's been a LONG day." Mulder suggested.
"No, I'm fine, really." said Scully.
"No, Scully, I'm serious, get some rest. I shouldn't be there too long anyway. You can pick up where you left off tomorrow morning." said Mulder, as they approached their rooms.
Scully sighed. "Fine, I'll stay. I wouldn't mind resting anyway."
Mulder rubbed Scully's back for a brief moment before entering his room.
"Don't worry, Scully...I'll be back." Mulder gave her a goofy smile, and she returned the gesture.
Around 8:30, Mulder headed out to the crime scene. He couldn't stop thinking about el monstruo de Chango. He wished he could've been able to speak with Joseffina Cortez, or maybe her sister Gisela Perez. They probably knew what it was. 'I'll definitely ask them tomorrow.' he thought. about 10 minutes or so later, he arrived at the crime scene. It was the last house of the 3 Joseffina Cortez had mentioned to him. With his luck the door would be locked.
"Shit..." he muttered.
It was locked. He looked to see if maybe the family had a spare key around, maybe under a pot or rug. He looked under the rug, and sure enough, he found one.
"Bingo." he said as he turned the key, and opened the door.
He took out his flashlight. The house look pretty similar to the other two, only minus all of the candles and statues of the saints. Then, he remember other members of the family saying that they weren't very religious, though he did find some Santeria items, naturally. He looked a tall stand filled with many framed pictures, all of their family members. He saw one that caught his eye. It was a picture of Yanina with her cousin, Luisa. Luisa was tanned as well, she was also skinny, she had dark brown eyes, and long curly hair. They seemed pretty happy in the picture. Then, Mulder found another picture of all 3 sisters. Marta, Gisela, and Joseffina, each holding a gold candle.
Mulder continued to look around the house. He entered each of their rooms. First Yamil's, then Marta's, then Luisa's. They had all been attacked in their sleep, because there were stains on all of the beds. He remembered the pictures he had received of the vicitims being found face down.
He made his way out of the hallway of rooms, and into the living room. That's when he saw something avery strange. There were tracks leading to the sliding glass door to their backyard. However, what made this odd, is that these tracks were definitely not human. They were about a foot long, narrow, pointed at the heel, and had three pointed toes. This was getting way to weird he kept thinking to himself.
He went outside into the backyard to see if he found anything. The yard was very long, and most likely connected with the other 2 houses. There were some palm trees and some shrubs. He noticed something hidden behind a few fallen palm tree branches. I was a circular stone about 3 ft wide. On it were symbols that were unrecognizable to him. He touched the circle and felt a slimy residue on the outer part of the circle.
Mulder decided to go back inside the house to see if he could find the substance in the bedrooms. When he got inside, he noticed something disturbing. The foot prints were gone. He immediately rushed inside of the bedrooms. All of the blood stains were gone and the beds were made. He could feel the rush of adrenaline build up in his diaphragm. He shut off his flashlight and slowly snuck out of the rooms, and was going to head out the front door, when he heard a crash inside of the kitchen, followed by movement.
He froze, his heart was racing, and he didn't even know why. Mulder had been in worse situations before, but this was different. He felt the sheer presence of evil surrounding him. He made a run for it out of the sliding glass door, and ran to the right, where the yard was connected to all of the other ones. He felt something chasing him, he could hear it behind him. Without thinking, he ran behind a hibiscus shrub and a big palm tree. He heard his pursuer stop. Then run back the other way.
A few minutes later, Mulder crept out from the shrub. He slowly stood up and wiped the sweat from his head before letting out a long sigh of relief. He turned around to start walking towards the nearest gate, when suddenly his mouth was covered shut, and he was being restrained and pulled away further down the yard. He tried desperately to free himself, but his efforts were useless.
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author's note: don't you just hate cliff hangers? =oP I'll be updating soon! =oD