Disclaimer: I don't own The X-Files or any of its characters...and if I did, what makes you think I'd be writing fanfics? With all of that money? Hell NO! I'd be out clubbin' in South Beach! WHOOHOO!
Author's note: Oh yeah, to answer one of my reviewer's questions, yes, I am Hispanic...half Cuban in fact. I taught myself Spanish though, from living down here in Miami, but like I said, my grammar is bad. Anywho, enjoy! =oD
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Mulder could feel his knees dragging against the moist ground. The yard was dark enough that he couldn't see who or what had gotten him. He felt something touch his chest, and then suddenly he felt weak. He feared the worst. He wished whatever had captured him would just come to halt already. A few minutes later, the dragging came to a stop. He felt himself being dropped to the ground. Mulder opened his eyes again.
Candles, mounted on top of tall staff-like wooden posts. Twelve of them, all lit around him. Stones, statues, and an alter were around him as well. Then, he realized, he was the middle of a circle.
"Por que usted estas aqui?" a male voice demanded.
"What do you mean WHY am I here! What's going on?" asked a both furious and distraught Mulder.
"Calmate senior" a familiar female voice said, trying to coax him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Joseffina?" he asked confuse.
She nodded. "Si si, no worry." she said.
"I don't understand...why did you capture me like that?" asked Mulder.
"Let me explain." said Juan Carlos. "We heard noises while performing one of our nightly ceremonies. Running."
"We were, escared that you was eh bad person." said Gisela, trying to find the right words in English.
"They thought you were the person responsible for the deaths." said Victoria walking outside, followed by Yanina. They were directly behind the Cortez house.
"Actually I was just trying to investigate the crime scene. The Martinez house." said Mulder.
Both Gisela and Joseffina's husbands muttered at the same time. "Que Stupido..."
"Humberto y Sergio! Cayate la boca!" said Joseffina, while Gisela glared at them.
"Do you know anything about, el monstruo de Chango?" asked Mulder, even more curious after the evidence he had found back in the house.
They all grew quiet for a brief moment.
"El monstruo de Chango...mui intelligente..." said Joseffina.
"Si...el monstruo de Chango...is eh very eh...evil." said Gisela.
"Do you think that this beast is responsible?" asked Mulder.
They again grew quiet.
"Senior, usted se fue aentro de la casa. Ajora, se va a enfermar." said Sergio.
"Si si, you went in eh house, you can get eh very sick if we no help you." said Joseffina.
Victoria and Yanina stood by the sliding glass door, watching them.
Mulder nodded with a knowing look. "Do what you must."
Joseffina and Gisela performed a ritual to ward off the curse before it could take effect. They instructed him to remove his shirt and to remain in the middle of the circle. Their husbands aided them by handing them their, spices, oils, and blessed chicken blood. They began painting circles and patterns on his chest, back, and 3 on his face. They began chanting in Spanish what almost seemed like a song. He began to relax, and closed his eyes. A feeling of nirvana and ecstasy over came him. Not too intense, but still enough to put him a state of meditation. The ritual went on for over 30 minutes. Then the men filled up what looked like a tub, full of water. The women threw in some spices into the water and mixed it around before chanting over it.
"This is our eh holy water. You need to take off clothes and esit inside for maybe eh 30 minute." said Gisela.
Mulder looked around, a little embarrassed about having to undress. They all let out some small laughter before turning around. Yanina was definitely going to enjoying watching this show from a distance.
She smirked "Oh yeah...come to mama..." she said in a low voice, but loud enough for her cousin Victoria to hear her.
"Yanina, would you listen to yourself? The man is like 10 years older than you, if not more!" said Victoria, while pulling her by the arm back inside the house.
"And look at you! You're only making me miss out, so that only YOU can catch all the action." said Yanina with an attitude.
"Oh spare me, Yanina. Besides, at least I'm in my 30's already." Victoria said confidently.
"Whatever!" Yanina whined while crossing her arms.
She sighed "Just SO Typical..." said Victoria, rolling her eyes.
"What? What's SO typical?" asked Yanina getting annoyed as well.
"You, this, the way your mind is ALWAYS in the gutter." said Victoria still annoyed.
"Whatever..." said Yanina rolling her eyes, but still watching the ritual.
They resumed the silence that they had maintained before their mini argument. It seemed that was the only way to keep them from fighting.
The water was a bit cold, but since the evening air was still humid, it didn't bother him much. While the rest of the family when inside of the Cortez house, Mulder kept on thinking about what had taken place in the Martinez house that night. They knew the house was cursed by something, but what? Could his theory be right? I mean after all, they never DID answer his question about it. He figured that they'd be afraid to tell him. Maybe they thought he'd suspect all of them, but then why would they perform a ritual to bless and rid him of any curse? This case was still blurry to him. He was beginning to understand how the family functioned though. It was the elder sisters who had the upper hand in their family, but he didn't suspect the 2 remaining sisters. He could sense their sincerity from the very start, especially Joseffina. Though he'd only known her for a day, he sensed an indescribable warmth from her.
Mean while, back inside of the Cortez house, the family was discussing the dramatic events that unfolded that night.
"El Monstruo de Chango...como el savi eso?!" asked Humberto. He was shocked that Mulder even knew about that legend, especially being that Mulder works for the FBI.
"El me preunto si yo savi algo de eso." said Juan Carlos, saying that Mulder had asked him earlier that day about it.
Victoria and Yanina also informed them that they were asked about it too.
"Pero, el no es un Santero." said Sergio, pointing out that Mulder isn't a Santero.
They all began arguing and speaking loudly at the same time till Joseffina made them quiet.
"Silencio!" she said. "El es differente de los otro policia. El Senior, es mui spiritale." Joseffina began to explain to them how she could sense that he is indeed very deep and spiritual, and how open he is.
Joseffina told her family that they should not fear him, but trust him. After about 30 minutes of talking amongst themselves, the family said their goodbyes to each other and went off to bed. Victoria was leaning against the dining room table and Yanina was by her.
"So, our mothers sense much spiritual depth from this guy?" questioned Yanina.
"Yeah, pretty odd for someone who works for the government." Victoria said letting out a brief laugh.
"Well, of course YOU wouldn't feel anything like that from him or anybody." said Yanina with an attitude.
"And just what exactly are you implying, Yanina? It's not like YOU'd feel anything!" said Victoria glaring at her.
"I DO feel those kinds of things, and I felt it in him."
"Mama, the only thing YOU felt were hormones." replied Victoria turning away from her annoyed.
"Maybe, but I knew that he definitely wasn't the typical cop." said Yanina.
"Well, yes, that's because he isn't a cop. He's an FBI agent, remember?" said Victoria. "Here, give him these. I'm heading back to my house" Victoria said still annoyed while throwing a couple towels at her.
Yanina slowly opened the sliding glass door.
"Umm, agent Mulder was it?" she asked him.
"Yeah, that's me." acknowledging her presence.
"Here, I thought these might come in handy." said Yanina while handing him the towels.
"Thanks, I'll be needing these." he said looking at her as she began to make her way back inside the house.
"Oh and agent Mulder." she turned around. "Sorry about earlier today, I was in a rush to leave." Yanina said.
"You're forgiven, just be a bit more cooperative the next time my partner and I stop by to question you and your family." Said Mulder.
Yanina nodded. "Sure, no problem." she said as she headed back into her aunt and uncles house, and then made her way through the connecting door to her house.
Once Mulder knew he was alone, he stood up and stepped out of the tin tub. He dried himself off, and began to dress himself. Once he had finished he went back inside the house. Joseffina was in the kitchen preparing food for the next day.
"Oh, so I see you finish." she said.
"Yeah, that was about 30 minutes of soaking right?" asked Mulder.
"Si si, I so sorry that I no get you earlier. I was eh speaking with eh mi familia." Joseffina apologized.
"That's alright. I was enjoying feeling like I was being prepared to be cooked." he joking.
"Oh, heh heh." she laughed.
"Well, if you're finished, then I'll be going back to the hotel that I'm staying at." Mulder said as he approached the front door.
"Si, asta manana, senior, buenas noche." she said waving to him.
"Yes, good night to you too, see you tomorrow." Mulder replied while stepping out the door.
He headed back to his car. It was parked in front of the Martinez house. He got a slight chill before getting inside his car and starting up the engine. Mulder knew he had really lucked out tonight. He was very grateful that the family was outside, otherwise, there's no telling what could've happened to him. He began to rethink the events that had taken place during the evening. He remembered that the family knew about the curse and it's effects, and also remembered their reaction to his question concerning el monstruo de Chango. Though he understood some Spanish, he couldn't piece up all of what they were saying together. He definitely knew that they were surprised about his knowledge of the legend. However, they still didn't answer his question as to if whether they thought the beast was responsible or not. Maybe they were frightened? He overheard what sounded like arguing when they all went back inside of the Cortez house.
Mulder was still disturbed by what had happened at the crime scene. The 3 ft stone with the engraved symbols on it, the slimy residue, the disappearing evidence, but most of all...the horrific feel that overcame him while inside. It was one of the most frightening feelings he had ever had in his life. He felt sheer evil at work in that house. Curse or no curse, one thing was certain. He definitely was not alone in there.
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(Took a bit longer to write this chapter. I'll write more soon! =oD)
Author's note: Oh yeah, to answer one of my reviewer's questions, yes, I am Hispanic...half Cuban in fact. I taught myself Spanish though, from living down here in Miami, but like I said, my grammar is bad. Anywho, enjoy! =oD
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Mulder could feel his knees dragging against the moist ground. The yard was dark enough that he couldn't see who or what had gotten him. He felt something touch his chest, and then suddenly he felt weak. He feared the worst. He wished whatever had captured him would just come to halt already. A few minutes later, the dragging came to a stop. He felt himself being dropped to the ground. Mulder opened his eyes again.
Candles, mounted on top of tall staff-like wooden posts. Twelve of them, all lit around him. Stones, statues, and an alter were around him as well. Then, he realized, he was the middle of a circle.
"Por que usted estas aqui?" a male voice demanded.
"What do you mean WHY am I here! What's going on?" asked a both furious and distraught Mulder.
"Calmate senior" a familiar female voice said, trying to coax him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Joseffina?" he asked confuse.
She nodded. "Si si, no worry." she said.
"I don't understand...why did you capture me like that?" asked Mulder.
"Let me explain." said Juan Carlos. "We heard noises while performing one of our nightly ceremonies. Running."
"We were, escared that you was eh bad person." said Gisela, trying to find the right words in English.
"They thought you were the person responsible for the deaths." said Victoria walking outside, followed by Yanina. They were directly behind the Cortez house.
"Actually I was just trying to investigate the crime scene. The Martinez house." said Mulder.
Both Gisela and Joseffina's husbands muttered at the same time. "Que Stupido..."
"Humberto y Sergio! Cayate la boca!" said Joseffina, while Gisela glared at them.
"Do you know anything about, el monstruo de Chango?" asked Mulder, even more curious after the evidence he had found back in the house.
They all grew quiet for a brief moment.
"El monstruo de Chango...mui intelligente..." said Joseffina.
"Si...el monstruo de Chango...is eh very eh...evil." said Gisela.
"Do you think that this beast is responsible?" asked Mulder.
They again grew quiet.
"Senior, usted se fue aentro de la casa. Ajora, se va a enfermar." said Sergio.
"Si si, you went in eh house, you can get eh very sick if we no help you." said Joseffina.
Victoria and Yanina stood by the sliding glass door, watching them.
Mulder nodded with a knowing look. "Do what you must."
Joseffina and Gisela performed a ritual to ward off the curse before it could take effect. They instructed him to remove his shirt and to remain in the middle of the circle. Their husbands aided them by handing them their, spices, oils, and blessed chicken blood. They began painting circles and patterns on his chest, back, and 3 on his face. They began chanting in Spanish what almost seemed like a song. He began to relax, and closed his eyes. A feeling of nirvana and ecstasy over came him. Not too intense, but still enough to put him a state of meditation. The ritual went on for over 30 minutes. Then the men filled up what looked like a tub, full of water. The women threw in some spices into the water and mixed it around before chanting over it.
"This is our eh holy water. You need to take off clothes and esit inside for maybe eh 30 minute." said Gisela.
Mulder looked around, a little embarrassed about having to undress. They all let out some small laughter before turning around. Yanina was definitely going to enjoying watching this show from a distance.
She smirked "Oh yeah...come to mama..." she said in a low voice, but loud enough for her cousin Victoria to hear her.
"Yanina, would you listen to yourself? The man is like 10 years older than you, if not more!" said Victoria, while pulling her by the arm back inside the house.
"And look at you! You're only making me miss out, so that only YOU can catch all the action." said Yanina with an attitude.
"Oh spare me, Yanina. Besides, at least I'm in my 30's already." Victoria said confidently.
"Whatever!" Yanina whined while crossing her arms.
She sighed "Just SO Typical..." said Victoria, rolling her eyes.
"What? What's SO typical?" asked Yanina getting annoyed as well.
"You, this, the way your mind is ALWAYS in the gutter." said Victoria still annoyed.
"Whatever..." said Yanina rolling her eyes, but still watching the ritual.
They resumed the silence that they had maintained before their mini argument. It seemed that was the only way to keep them from fighting.
The water was a bit cold, but since the evening air was still humid, it didn't bother him much. While the rest of the family when inside of the Cortez house, Mulder kept on thinking about what had taken place in the Martinez house that night. They knew the house was cursed by something, but what? Could his theory be right? I mean after all, they never DID answer his question about it. He figured that they'd be afraid to tell him. Maybe they thought he'd suspect all of them, but then why would they perform a ritual to bless and rid him of any curse? This case was still blurry to him. He was beginning to understand how the family functioned though. It was the elder sisters who had the upper hand in their family, but he didn't suspect the 2 remaining sisters. He could sense their sincerity from the very start, especially Joseffina. Though he'd only known her for a day, he sensed an indescribable warmth from her.
Mean while, back inside of the Cortez house, the family was discussing the dramatic events that unfolded that night.
"El Monstruo de Chango...como el savi eso?!" asked Humberto. He was shocked that Mulder even knew about that legend, especially being that Mulder works for the FBI.
"El me preunto si yo savi algo de eso." said Juan Carlos, saying that Mulder had asked him earlier that day about it.
Victoria and Yanina also informed them that they were asked about it too.
"Pero, el no es un Santero." said Sergio, pointing out that Mulder isn't a Santero.
They all began arguing and speaking loudly at the same time till Joseffina made them quiet.
"Silencio!" she said. "El es differente de los otro policia. El Senior, es mui spiritale." Joseffina began to explain to them how she could sense that he is indeed very deep and spiritual, and how open he is.
Joseffina told her family that they should not fear him, but trust him. After about 30 minutes of talking amongst themselves, the family said their goodbyes to each other and went off to bed. Victoria was leaning against the dining room table and Yanina was by her.
"So, our mothers sense much spiritual depth from this guy?" questioned Yanina.
"Yeah, pretty odd for someone who works for the government." Victoria said letting out a brief laugh.
"Well, of course YOU wouldn't feel anything like that from him or anybody." said Yanina with an attitude.
"And just what exactly are you implying, Yanina? It's not like YOU'd feel anything!" said Victoria glaring at her.
"I DO feel those kinds of things, and I felt it in him."
"Mama, the only thing YOU felt were hormones." replied Victoria turning away from her annoyed.
"Maybe, but I knew that he definitely wasn't the typical cop." said Yanina.
"Well, yes, that's because he isn't a cop. He's an FBI agent, remember?" said Victoria. "Here, give him these. I'm heading back to my house" Victoria said still annoyed while throwing a couple towels at her.
Yanina slowly opened the sliding glass door.
"Umm, agent Mulder was it?" she asked him.
"Yeah, that's me." acknowledging her presence.
"Here, I thought these might come in handy." said Yanina while handing him the towels.
"Thanks, I'll be needing these." he said looking at her as she began to make her way back inside the house.
"Oh and agent Mulder." she turned around. "Sorry about earlier today, I was in a rush to leave." Yanina said.
"You're forgiven, just be a bit more cooperative the next time my partner and I stop by to question you and your family." Said Mulder.
Yanina nodded. "Sure, no problem." she said as she headed back into her aunt and uncles house, and then made her way through the connecting door to her house.
Once Mulder knew he was alone, he stood up and stepped out of the tin tub. He dried himself off, and began to dress himself. Once he had finished he went back inside the house. Joseffina was in the kitchen preparing food for the next day.
"Oh, so I see you finish." she said.
"Yeah, that was about 30 minutes of soaking right?" asked Mulder.
"Si si, I so sorry that I no get you earlier. I was eh speaking with eh mi familia." Joseffina apologized.
"That's alright. I was enjoying feeling like I was being prepared to be cooked." he joking.
"Oh, heh heh." she laughed.
"Well, if you're finished, then I'll be going back to the hotel that I'm staying at." Mulder said as he approached the front door.
"Si, asta manana, senior, buenas noche." she said waving to him.
"Yes, good night to you too, see you tomorrow." Mulder replied while stepping out the door.
He headed back to his car. It was parked in front of the Martinez house. He got a slight chill before getting inside his car and starting up the engine. Mulder knew he had really lucked out tonight. He was very grateful that the family was outside, otherwise, there's no telling what could've happened to him. He began to rethink the events that had taken place during the evening. He remembered that the family knew about the curse and it's effects, and also remembered their reaction to his question concerning el monstruo de Chango. Though he understood some Spanish, he couldn't piece up all of what they were saying together. He definitely knew that they were surprised about his knowledge of the legend. However, they still didn't answer his question as to if whether they thought the beast was responsible or not. Maybe they were frightened? He overheard what sounded like arguing when they all went back inside of the Cortez house.
Mulder was still disturbed by what had happened at the crime scene. The 3 ft stone with the engraved symbols on it, the slimy residue, the disappearing evidence, but most of all...the horrific feel that overcame him while inside. It was one of the most frightening feelings he had ever had in his life. He felt sheer evil at work in that house. Curse or no curse, one thing was certain. He definitely was not alone in there.
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(Took a bit longer to write this chapter. I'll write more soon! =oD)