TITLE:JUNGLE HEAT II: Sign of Evil(1/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 10, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: "The X-Files" is the creation and exclusive property
of Chris Carter and 1013 and FOX. 
I'm just burrowing the caracters in it, the unknown are mine. 
RATING: PG and NC17 properly labeled 
CATEGORY: T(Adventure), A(Angst), R(Romance) 
SPOILERS: None
KEYWORDS: MSR and some Skinner/other 

SUMMARY: Kidnappings, Terror, Chase, Angst. Romance (I hope). 
A week after Jungle Heat I. What's getting after Mulder, Scully and
Chico? Can they be saved from the evil? 

COMMENTS: None. Just, English is not my native language.:)
But on other hand, I have a nice editor, so when there are still errors
choose who to blame,(sigh) it must be still me. 
Thanks for Gwynne and Emily my beta reader.

Part One    


Skinner's apartment
Sunday, August 3rd
01:30 am

     The dark street was poorly lit, just a low spotlight surrounded the 
form of a balding man lying on the wet asphalt. The rain was soaking 
him to his skin. 

     As a dark shadow was coming to his side, the balding man pulled 
himself off the pavement and ran away and suddenly found himself at 
the base of a snow capped mountain, surrounded by dark trees in a 
shallow hole. The man tried to escape, but the clay walls crumbled 
away, burying him deeper into the widening hole. He heard a heavy 
breath and saw the dark shadow coming towards him again. 

     A bright light descended from above and one single arm came 
shining through, tiny in its frame. Soon appeared another arm and a 
voice softly said: "Take my hands, Papai." The man reached for the tiny 
arms and was led to the bright light. He opened his terrified eyes,
and looked up at the shiny, crystal blue eyes.

     One fragile hand kept a tight grip on the man's hand while the other 
caressed the sweaty forehead and damp cheeks, wiping away the tears.

     "Chico!" Skinner said with a trembling voice and embraced the 
little frame. He heard the heavy rain outside. The flash of lightining
and thunder growing farther away by each stroke.

     "The huge man hurti you so muchi, Papai, but he can no longer 
reachi you." the little boy said with his soft voice. "Now come and take 
a shower. Or should I prepare a hot bath? It is sure relaxing. I have 
never had a hot bath in a bathtub. I just saw them on TV." Said the 
little boy all business. He had to take care of the man, who was now 
his father.

     Skinner smiled a bit, despite his amazement at Chico's gift that the 
boy knew what had happened some months ago, and was relieved that 
Mulder didn't know of Chico's special gift. He would hate it if Mulder 
was to see him as an X-File, worse, if the Consortium was to find out 
about Chico's gift there wouldn't be any security for Chico. "It's too 
late for that, Chico. We can't disturb the neighbors with the running 
water. But I'll take a quick shower." 

     The little boy held his head up like a wee bird and said astonished, 
"In Brazil we take a shower or bath when we want, and all day or 
sometimes more than three times. Depends on the weather. And the city
never sleeps, and it is never so silent. There are no drum sounds with
some samba, no laughing faces here. I sure don't want to be a streetboy 
here."

     "And I don't want you to be one. You are now my little boy." He 
ruffled the silky hair of his tiny boy before he went to the bathroom. 

     Chico looked at the big king sized bed and saw it was all wet 
from the sweat of the nightmare. He got up on a stool and took new 
sheets from the ward-robe to change it. His task done he fell asleep 
on the bed waiting for Skinner. 

05:30 am

     "Papai, Papai, wake up! The suni is shining, there's no more raini. 
We have to get ready, to meeti Tia Maggie. Come on. Mas ser  poss¡vel!" 
Chico exclaimed when Skinner didn't move an inch. He had slept in 
Skinner's bed again. He blew on the eyes of the man and finally held 
an eye lid up. The warm dark brown eye observed him sleepily as 
Skinner opened both eyes to take a look at his watch on the drawer.

     "05:30?!" he exclaimed, taking his blanket and hiding his face 
under it. He muttered, "Go back to sleep, for holy Christ, it's Sunday 
and I usually wake up at 06:30, and that's already too early. And 
we meet Maggie at nine." 

     The tiny hands pulled the blanket away. "But the suni is shining 
and we have to take a run, play soccer, then basketball, then baseball, 
then bath, make breakfast, clean the apartment, ..." 

     "Play soccer, basketball and baseball? What about volleyball?" 
Skinner asked astonished. 

     "Volleyball? You didn't give me a Volleyball. Tio Foxi gave me a 
soccer ball. Why do you call it soccer, by the way? In Brazil we call 
it football, and why do you call football this game with these giants of
men, when you play it with the hands? That's surely odd. And Tia Dana
gave me the basketball and you gave me the funny glove with the little 
ball for ... baseball, and you said you are going to teach me. All 
American boys should play it, you said, and that I am an American 
boy now too. So do you stand up now? And I was always an American 
boy, a South American boy. Do...." The big man lunged for him and 
tickled him all over.

     "OK! You're a pain in the ... well, do you know it?" he said to 
the still laughing boy. "Go and put on your running clothes and  
sneakers, and I'll put on mine."


08:45 am

     "Great, now we're late." Skinner said putting on his after shave 
under the curious eyes of the tiny boy beside him. 
 
     "Late?! Nine is not late. Late is ten or eleven. And I'm ready." 
Chico said holding up his hands in dismay and went to the living 
room. He was content, they had played a lot at the park and after a 
while there were more kids around who played with them. They almost 
lost track of the time and had to hurry back to the apartment. And there 
was no time left to clean it as they intended, or time to eat breakfast. 

     They reached the zoo fifteen minutes late, and Maggie was already 
sitting on a bench and a man was talking to her and laughing. 
... And she was laughing back.

     Skinner slowed a bit down at the sight. His eyes grew wide as the 
man hugged her and gave her a kiss. He stopped dead by the ice-cream 
man's cart. Chico almost lost his balance, because he was holding 
Skinner's hand.

     "Oh, Papai. What's the matter?" The little boy asked and followed his
father's amazed gaze, and rolled his eyes. *Grown ups.* he thought.

     "Come on, silly. Maggie is already here." And pushed his father 
towards her, she just turned away from the leaving man, waving good-
bye. 

     "Well, if these are not my favourite boys." She said smiling and  
gave Skinner a little kiss on his lips and then ruffled Chico's hair 
before she gave him a kiss and a hug too. She was always amazed 
at the boys endearment and that he allowed to be hugged even though 
he was almost eight. He really seemed to like the affection, unlike 
her own little grandchildren.  

     The other man came jogging back, slightly out of breath and handed 
her a piece of paper.

     "Oh, Maggie. I forgot to give you my new phone number, till 
Saturday. Oh, and sorry, but I really have to go now." Then he glanced 
at the two newcomers and smiled a bit. "Sorry again, nice to meet you." 
and jogged away, after giving Maggie another kiss.

     "He never changes." Maggie said laughing, but sobered when she 
saw Skinner's clouded face, and started to laugh again. She could swear
she saw a hint of jealousy in it. "Well, I hadn't the chance to introduce 
Johnny  to you. We will meet him on the weekend. He was in a hurry as 
always. Almost a year  now, I haven't seen him."

     "And who is this Johnny?" Skinner asked trying to sound normal, but 
failing slightly.

     "Well, Walt, if I didn't know better, you seem jealous. That's rather a 
compliment, for a woman of my age. And don't be silly. He's my brother.
And if that's a hint how our marriage will be, I don't know." She said
arcing an eyebrow, with her hands on her hips.

     Skinner flushed and felt rather silly.

     "Oh, come oni, you two. Let's watchi the animals." Said Chico and 
pressed himself between the two and took a hand of each one, shaking 
his head in disbelief. "Sorry, we came late, Tia Maggie. We played too 
much. It surely was my faulti, and we left withouti breakfasti. Well, 
I ate some cookies but I don't think that's enough, do you?" He asked 
Maggie, who had always the sense to feed him properly.  

        They had gone to a restaurant yesterday, to have dinner, but what
they called dinner here, was for him, if so, a snack, and nothing more. 
What a luck his father had a huge refrigerator. Otherwise he would 
have died of hunger, and he surely thought that it was time they
married soon, then he would have a Mamae to.

    They walked around, watching the animals and having some hot dogs
and ice-cream and chatting all the way. Well, the talker was mostly 
Chico, reveling himself all the more as a true chatterbox. But in the end 
he became very silent and introspective. Something was wrong, he could 
feel it. 

Scully's Apartment
09:45 am

     Scully opened one eye to the bright sun shine, which shone through 
the fringe of the closed curtain and onto her face. She lifted her head 
a bit  from the warm chest and tried to snuggle herself out from the 
tight embrace. No way, she frowned. Mulder kept her that way as if he 
was afraid to loose her, she knew.

     They had had a two weeks' vacation, to recuperate from the ordeal
in the jungle, which had ran out last Monday. And there was still no 
new case in sight. Just a lot of paperwork.

     She was amazed they really made it back to civilization. Well, 
if it wasn't for the Indios she doubted they would have made it. That 
made her remember the old paj?, who had cured her somehow, she 
couldn't figure out how. There was no trace left of her tumor. She 
tried to desintangle herself from the tight embrace around her waist. 
She sighed.

     "Fox Mulder, would you please let go of me ... for an instant?"


     "Why?" he asked with a muffled sleepy voice, and kissed her neck,
then her cheek and snuggled her even closer.

     "Nature calls, and I've been trying to get up for five minutes 
now." She said frowning and finally he let her go. She sat up and took 
her silky peignoir from the chair beside the bed. She dashed for the 
bathroom. Then she decided to take a shower too.

     The warm water was running down refreshingly on her silky skin. 
She turned the water control hotter and at the same time she felt arms 
embracing her again.

     "I thought you might need some help to rub your back." Mulder 
said, and caressed her thighs and breasts in slow circles.

     Scully leaned back on him. "That's not my back." she said smiling 
and turned around to kiss him on his full lips. He began to hold her 
up by her thighs when she heard the ring of her phone. "Fox, the phone."

     "Let it ring." Mulder said with a husky voice kissing and licking her
throat and roaming  to her breast. 

     "We can't, we are scheduled for service this weekend." 
     
     He sighed, and let her go. What an hour for the damn Bureau to call
them on duty, and hoped it wasn't the Bureau.  She came back.

     "Mulder, the Bureau is calling us." 


     He leaned on the shower wall, frowned, and put the water control 
on cold, freezing cold. When he came back to the bedroom, Scully was 
already half clothed and the phone in her hand.

     She looked at Mulder and said into the phone. "You couldn't reach
Agent Mulder? Wait a moment, there's a knock at my door." She closed
her hand around the speakers shell and rolled her eyes and blushed at 
Mulder's smirk. "You don't have to find him anymore, it was him on 
the door, and we'll be there in an hour. By the way, what happened?" 
She asked and suddenly her rosy cheeks paled and she hung up silently.

     "What happened?" Mulder asked feeling a chill running down his 
spine and put on his boxer shorts.

     "They found a body ... in an abandoned alley near the harbor." She 
                                  inhaled forcefully before she continued. "It was a little boy wrapped 
     in a red blanket."

End of part one
Hey, out there, wanna read more? Feedback, it makes me go on. 
Marianne :)
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: Sign of Evil(2/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 16, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.
BDW- the several i's on the ends of a word sometimes are the
20 sometimes even grown-ups use it to address older people than they
are, whose name they don't know, and also when addressing sometimes 
the teachers. "Chico" is pronounced "shiico". In Brazil we speak 
Brazilian Portuguese with touches of Tupi/Guarani (Indio language)

Part Two   


FBI - Headquarter Washington DC
Sunday, August 3rd
11:30 am

     "There's no doubt left. It's the same kind of murder as before." 
Scully said to Mulder, who was standing at the farthest wall of the 
autopsy room. She put down her recorder for her notes of the crime 
autopsy, and went to the sink, throwing the rubber gloves into the 
trash can. And she began to scrub her hands with the liquid soap. After
that, they left the room.


Skinner's Apartment
11:45 am

    Skinner was worried about Chico. All the sudden he had thrown 
himself in his arms when they still were in the park and he had talked 
desperately in his own language, more like a prayer than to him
properly. And what was more frightening him was that the shiny eyes
had returned to the sad gaze as the ones he had, when they first met.

     Maggie was preparing a lunch in the kitchen, from a frozen food 
pack she had already prepared for them some days ago. With the
microwave it was easy for the two to prepare their own lunches and 
dinners, with homemade meals, when she wasn't here. Not that it was 
all that needed, as Skinner was an excellent cook himself, but she had 
more time than he had to prepare them.

     She observed them as they waited in the living snuggled together on
the couch. She was amazed as what a good father Skinner had turned 
out for the tiny boy. She saw so much love between them. The boy 
had something special in him, different in a way. Something Skinner 
was aware of, but she would wait, till he told her what it was. Anyway, 
she had her suspicions about it. The blue eyes seemed so deep and all the 
sorrow she saw in them since this morning of his inexplicable break 
down at the zoo. He reminded her of her old mother back in Ireland in
a way. She sighed.

     "So, Chico. What's the matter?" Skinner asked, finally still holding 
the trembling body in his large arms, caressing the silky blond hair.

     Chico looked up with his sad eyes, shiny in contrast with his tan 
skin and said so low, Skinner almost couldn't understand him.

     "The evil is backi, to claimi me, searching fori me, killing to 
findi me."

     Skinner felt a freezing chill by the words. "Chico, he's dead, you 
saw him die. He never will get you again."

     Chico shook his head. "The evil is too strongi to let go, even in his
deathi, Papai." And he looked at the phone and it began to ring.

     "Skinner."

     "Agent Mulder, Sir. We have bad news. A body was found this 
morning. A boy of about eight years of age, no identification yet, but
 ... he was killed the same way as the ones of the last case. We are 
now at the harbor, where he was found, sir." 

     Skinner looked at his tiny boy suddenly very afraid for him. "I'll
be there in an hour. Give me the address." He said, caressing the
silky blond hair once more and hung up the phone. He took Chico in 
his arms and went to the kitchen. "Maggie, sorry, but I have to go for 
a while. Could you take care of Chico, till I come back?" He asked
and slid the boy down to a chair at the kitchen table.

     "Sure, you didn't have to ask, Walt. It's always a pleasure to 
spend some time with him." Maggie answered and follwed him out of 
the kitchen to the living room.  She watched him take his overcoat 
from the hall closet. Before he left he kissed her briefly and hugged 
Chico. The little boy took Maggie's hand and when Skinner was gone he 
leaned on her and sighed deeply.


Waterfront
Southwest DC 
12:50 pm 

     When Skinner reached the harbor he saw his agents searching 
around, looking for hints of the murder. 

     "Anything new?" he asked when he approached Mulder and Scully. 

     "No, sir. But he wasn't killed here, there is barely any  blood around." 
Answered Scully, from her kneeling position, then she stood up and 
glanced around. "Mulder, what's that?" She asked and went to a corner
at the docks. The wall there had a drawing on it, of a rosty sign.

     "I'm not sure, but it seems to me like a sign I saw once in an old 
book of witches and rituals. Let's make a picture of it and search in the
library for it, to be sure." 

     Scully scratched a bit of the rosty ink and put it in a plastic for 
evidence. "I suspect it's dried blood." 

     An hour later Skinner approached them again.

     "Well, I'll go home now. If there is anything new, don't hesitate to 
call me, and I want a report at 10:00 on my desk."

"Yes, sir."


Skinner's Apartment
14:30 pm

     "You didn't have to wait for me for lunch." Skinner said and sat 
down with Chico by the table in the reparted living room. Chico was 
curled beside Maggie on the couch, when he came in, but stood up the 
second he had entered to hang on him.

     "We weren't hungry. But now as you're back, we can have our 
lunch all together." Said Maggie with a smile and went to take the meal
from the micro-wave. Skinner went to help her. "Gee, I forgot the salad."

     "Don't worry, I'll prepare it with Chico. He likes it with Olive oil, 
vinager and salt, and nothing more, and some tomatoes." Skinner said 
smiling and the two prepared it with coordinated gestures. A lot of salad,
Chico alone ate a whole bowl full alone all the time.

     It was a really hot August day almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit and 
they spent it in the apartment. No one seemed willing to go out. 

     Skinner had spent the whole week since they came back from Brazil
as a vacation, to give Chico some acclimation to his new enviroments. 
Being summer, school was not in session. That was a problem. He 
couldn't let the boy all day alone in the apartment, when he was back 
at work. But Maggie had resolved it, as always.  She already loved 
the child as it was her own, and made it possible to take care of him 
during the day.  

     She had already had a fun day, when they all went to buy him clothes, 
as he owned nothing, but the ones Skinner had bought him in Rio. Like 
the one Chico was wearing now, a white t-shirt with a colorful design on 
it, with the angry face of a man doing some martial art with the 
lettering "Bad Boy" in English and another *Capoeira* in full red. It 
was his favorite and he wore it with a pride, as it was one all boys or 
youngsters used, when they could, and that there were diverse designs, 
for all tastes, he said, and by his all in wonder brightened eyes it sure 
was a big present for him. 

     "So, now tell me what's going on." Asked Maggie when Chico was
finally in bed later that evening, and she sat with Skinner on the couch.

     Skinner sighed, leaned back and took his glasses away and rubbed 
his tired eyes, before he began to tell her what had happened that 
morning.

     "Oh, Walt, but it has nothing to do with Chico, hasn't it?" she asked
afraid for the little boy. She felt a chill, when she remembered the boy's
odd behaviour all the sudden in the morning. It was almost, as if he had 
knew something had happened.

     "I don't know, but ... Chico seems, ... well, seems to have a special
gift in sensing some things ... to have the sight, second face, whatever.
I only know, well I have to make it clear, Maggie, that nobody should
know what I said to you now, or his life will be hell, when someone 
finds out. We already talked about it, and he's aware, that it can be 
dangerous for him and had always tried to hide it by himself."

     "I already suspected it, Walt. And it's clear for me, that nobody 
should know it." 


Somewhere
Past midnight

     A dark shadow pierced around empty streets, in search, seeking
for the only soul which mattered to him. And no living soul would get
between him and the one he was in search. He would find him, for
vengeance, for all that happened. 

     No sound came from the silent shadow.

     He stopped in a alley, to find the sleeping frame of a tiny boy, curled 
in his shabby clothes, beside a bigger one. He lunged for the tiny frame 
and smashed the larger head with no mercy to the dirty brick wall, when 
he awoke. 
 
     Before the tiny boy could scream, he silenced him by holding his
large hand over the boy's mouth. He looked deep into the boy's dark-blue 
eyes, before he wrapped him in his coat, and took him away from the 
bleeding older boy somewhere in the streets.

End of part two.
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(3/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 17, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.


Part Three


FBI - Headquarter Washington DC
Tuesday, August 5th
11:30 am

     Mulder and Scully entered the AD's office and saw him standing in
his blue striped shirt by the window, he was gazing out thoughtfully. 
Turning around he sat down after Scully. His jaw was clenched firmly 
when he leaned back in his big chair.

"Why is it taking so long, to find that animal who made this to the 
boys?" he asked with fire in his eyes.

The two agents moved uncomfortable in their seats. 'Long?' they 
thought after a glance at each other. It was only the third day they were
on the case.

     "We didn't have any lead 'til now, sir. Nothing that could bring us 
nearer to the murderer. But, another boy was found. Again near the
docks. And this time we have a witness, not to the crime, but to the 
abduction of the boy." Said Mulder and wasn't surprised to see Skinner 
looking at him with his fiery gaze.

     "What witness?" asked Skinner again in control of himself.

     "It's a runaway, sir. He was with his younger brother sleeping in the
streets, when an enormous man approached them, but before he could
say something, when he saw the man grab his still sleeping brother, he
was smashed against the brick wall by him. But he could give a 
fairly good description. But that's the craziest of all. According to the 
description, it seems to be Raul Donato." Answered Scully.

     Skinner paled at this statement. "But that's impossible. I shot him.
He is dead. There's no way it can be him."


At the Harbor
Friday, August 8th
before Midnight

     All available agents had been put in strategic places at the harbor, 
disguised as dock workers or hidden in their cars. It was Mulder and
Scully's shift at midnight in the fourth day after the second body of a
boy had been found.

     "Post three: All quiet, no occurence." Said Mulder in his wireless. 

     "OK." Answered the Central.

     Mulder glanced at Scully, she was striken in the file in her lap and
didn't acknowledge him for more than half an hour. He sighed, this case
was getting to them and it was already the fourth day in a row they 
were at the stakeout from midnight to 6 in the morning. 

     Both bodies had been found in the imediate surroundings of the 
harbor, so it was a fat chance they could catch perhaps the killer, as 
there were no other evidence left, where to look for him.

     The dark docks where silent, just the low hammering of the soft 
waves on the walls by the margin broke it. It was a dark night without 
the light of the moon, and the few ships ancored there rocked gently to
the soft motion of the waves. 

     It was again a hot damp night and very uncomfortable just to sit in 
the warm car. The day had been one of the heat waves which assaulted
D.C. sometimes and had reached almost 100 degrees Fahrenheit and 
thank God it had cooled off a bit at night, but it was still too hot. It was 
reminding  him of the damp jungle, just there it had been hotter, and 
it led his thoughts to the old paj?, as they called a shaman there. 
He was very thankful to him, and he felt sorry he had to die. And twice 
he had saved Scully, first from the cancer, then he had taken the bullet 
which was meant for her. He was still amazed by the fact that Scully 
was healed and they didn't have to deal with Cancerman to save her. 
Perhaps by now he knew of it, even when they didn't let it circle around.

     He sighed again. For four days now that they didn't see each other 
beyond the working hours, it was hard on him. He already couldn't sleep
well without being near her at night or better said mornings, as their
stakeout was always after midnight. He sighed again.

     "Mulder, stop it."

     He almost jumped at her words so concentrated he was in his own. 
"What? I said nothing. I'm just sitting here."

     "Exactly. You are sighing and watching me all the time. Cut it out.
What's bothering you, beyond our agreement not to sleep together during
a case, by the way?" she said and put her file away to the backseats and
watched him for a while. "Here you go again with your lost puppy 
look." Now she sighed heavily. "You know, ... ." she began but than
just leaned over and kissed him on his full lips. He already had heavy dark
circles around his eyes. "It seems, you didn't sleep well the last days. 
What am I going to do with you?" she asked tenderly and nudged his 
long nose at the tip.

     "Marry me." He whispered almost inaudible. 
    
     Her eyes grew wide. "What did you just say?"

     He cleared his throat as his collar seemed already narrower and
whispered a little louder. "Marry me." 

     'Oh, I  did mess up.' And his shoulders dropped down and he 
averted his eyes from hers. 'Why should she marry me?' he thought 
desperately. 'Couldn't I've just let it be as it was? Now she's ... 
I don't know what she's going to do, that's the problem.' When he saw
a slight movement towards him he managed to look up. She was almost 
kissing him. Tentatively he leaned closer to her.

     She sat suddendly upright her eyes big with antecipation. "Mulder, 
there's someone out there. He has a bundle with him." She opened her car 
door and took her sig sauer from her holster. 
     
     Mulder snapped out of his reverie. "Shit." He murmured and left 
the car to go after her. They remained in the dark and followed the huge
man with the bundle over his shoulder. 

     It seemed to be their man till now. They were at a safe distance from 
him so Mulder took his wireless. "Post Three: Suspect heading for Pier 
13. Over" He whispered on it.

     "Acknowledged. Backup coming. Stay tuned. Over" Answered the low 
voice of Skinner instead of the operator's of the Central.

     Mulder looked at his wireless with astonishment. "Skinner?!" he 
whispered and shook his head. This man seemed to be everywhere and
in the right time.

They snuck up to Pier 13 and from their view point they saw the
man like a shadow go into one of the enormous warehouses there.

     They waited a bit outside and when they saw Skinner and various
other agents approaching, they waved to them. 

     "He's in the warehouse, for about 10 minutes, sir. It's better we get
in as soon as possible. He had a bundle with him. It could be a kid. 
There's only one entrance, we checked it out." 

     "OK. We're ready. We've 20 men in the moment. Let's go in." 
ordered Skinner with his gun ready. They opened the slim door beside
the locked big entrance and could already hear a strange human's voice.
All was in the dark in the warehouse, full of wooden boxes of all 
sizes, but a spot in the middle of it was lit by the soft light of hundreds 
of black and red candles. An altar like place had been built there, and 
a slim naked boy was lying bound on it. The huge man was hovering 
over him with a wounded dagger in his hand, ready to plunge it into the 
tiny frame of the terrified crying kid. 

     "Freeze, FBI. Step back, or we shoot." Shouted Skinner with his gun 
pointed to the coated man. 

     The man let his dagger fall to the ground and looked straight into 
Skinner's eyes. Then he grinned and stepped back, holding his hands up.
Skinner, Mulder and Scully hold their breath. The man was like Raul 
Donato. They were the only ones who had seen him before, beside Agent
Plumper from NY, who was preparing to head for the DC Headquarters 
next week by Skinner's request. The burning eyes of the man didn't 
advert his gaze from Skinner, but to look deep into Mulder's and Scully's
eyes, which set a p.'s teeth on edge on them.

     The man stepped further away from the shocked boy and some agents 
approached to untie him and take him away.


     Suddenly there was a wind coming through the warehouse and all 
the candles went out. There were shouts coming from everywhere and 
various flash lights were going on, but the man had disappeared in the 
dark and the dagger was gone. They searched everywhere, but couldn't 
find a trace of him.

      Skinner took a deep breath. Was it Donato or somone else? But if 
it had been him, it would be impossible. They had seen him dead, with
a hole on his forehead. There was no way he had survived, and beside
that there had been an autopsy performed on him by Scully and the local
forensic personnel back in Brazil.



Maggie's house
Saturday, August 9th
06:10 am



     "Hi, Maggie. Sorry to come so early." Skinner, said tired. 

     She just smiled and led him in by the arm. "I'm already a wake for 
an hour now. Guess why!" He gave her a bear hug and kissed her that
she almost lost her breath. She looked at him wide eyed and with her 
face flushed. "With an entrance like that, you can come in all hours."
She finally managed to say.

     *Ai, ai, ai! Que beijo. T  na hora de casar.* 

     Maggie flushed when she heard the clear voice of Chico and 
disengaged of Skinner and flushed more. "What did you say?" she 
asked, and straightened her skirt nervously.

     The tiny boy giggled and shook his right hand rapidly as if he was 
trying to fan himself. "I said, What a kissi and thati it's time to marry.
Don't you thinki it's time, Papai?" He was trying to climb up on the 
huge man, but just managed it, when Skinner took him in his large 
arms. Finally settled comfortable he grinned at them. "Besides, so I 
don't have to tooli along here and there alli the time. And I sweari, I 
don't gonna sleepi alli the time in your bedi, Papai. But sometimes it's
surely allowed, isn't it, Mamae?" he said grinning, and shook his head
in disbelief, when they blushed. He rolled his eyes. 'Grown ups.' Just
because he was tiny they thought he didn't know about certain things.

     After all, he had lived in the streets for almost four years. The last 
year had been in full time, and the others his mother was working all
day and the most part of night. 

     He had learned to cook, when he was about three, as Alexandre 
had left him almost all the time alone. Alex was 5 years older than 
him. But nevertheless he had felt secure with him. No other boy was 
allowed to approach him, or he had to deal with Alexandre and this could 
be very dangerous, even for him. No one of the others could approach 
him, but Alexandre could be mean sometimes and beat him very hard. It 
hadn't been all the time that way, but when he began to take drugs he 
lost it sometimes in the last year they were together. 

     He leaned his head on the broad shoulder and sighed. His new 
father had seen his back and the marks and had hugged him then, with 
tears in his eyes. Alexandre had never hugged him and his mother just 
when he was very little. It was so nice to be hugged. That made him 
remember of one of Maggie's grandchildren, Mark. He didn't like it to be 
hugged. His loss, Mark surely didn't know, what he was losing. He, Chico,
had began to call her Mamae then and had hugged her even more in front
of this Mark.

     What about, that Mark had called him, when they were alone 
as a  ... well he forgot the name and he wasn't going to put it in his 
enlarging vocabulary. Surely not. Only whiny little boys could be 
hugged, Mark had said to him. He had taken him by his collar then 
and had said very slowly, the way he had Papai seen do it once, to let 
him be as he was, and that HE, Mark, was whiny. He Chico would 
never had made a scandal like he did, by a simple scratch 
on his knee. And he said also that a Brazilian liked to be hugged. He 
made him respect him. 
 
     Didn't they say, like father like son? Gee, so he had to turn out 
a good FBI agent. He only hoped, he would grow taller. 

End of part three.
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JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(4/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 19, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Four - NC-17

Scully's Apartment
Saturday, August 9th
06:20 am

     Scully sat heavy down on her couch and patted the place beside her
for Mulder to sit down. His face lit up and he locked the apartment door.

     "So G-man, where were we? Hmm. Right. I said: 'What did you say?'
And you repeated: 'Marry me.'" She looked at him and arched her
eyebrow and leaned forward. Waiting. After a while when he just looked
at her a little uncertain what to do next she asked. "What are you 
waiting for?"

     "It's your turn, you didn't answer yet." He whispered.

    Although her gaze softened at that, he certainly didn't know what 
answer to expect, he was sometimes just so clueless and uncertain of 
himself. "Well, ... it depends." She said and sat on his lap.

     "On what?" he whispered and embraced her tightly.

     "Can you repeat it a bit louder? Otherwise I'm not sure if you 
really mean it."

     "Scully," he cleared his throat it had sounded a little shaky, 
"will ... ." He stood up and settled her on the couch, suddenly thinking,
a little romance was sure in the mood. He bent down on one knee, God, 
how nervous he was. "Dana Scully, will you marry ...?" he suddendly 
remembered the ring. Gee, he was messing up again. "Dana Scully, 
will you ..." 

     "Yes!"

     "... marry me?" After some seconds his eyes opened wide. "Yes?"

     "Yes!" She leaned forward with a smile in her face. "Shouldn't 
you show me the ring now?" She couldn't help but laugh out loud by 
his astonished face to the ring in his still cramped hand. She wouldn't
have him different and she knelt down and held her left hand out for 
him.

     He smiled and said with a little flush beginning on his collar up. 
"What luck, you hold your hand up, I sure would have put it on the 
wrong one." 

     "Oh, Mulder. It's beautiful. It must have cost a fortune. You 
shouldn't ... ."  she exclaimed when she saw the ring with the diamond
surrounded by tiny aquamarines, the color of her eyes shining on her 
hand.

     "Anything for you, Dana. It reminded me of you, when I saw it." He 
whispered, still shaken she had said yes. He knew, it was a bad timing 
with the still open case, but couldn't wait any longer. Life could be so 
short sometimes and he wasn't about to waste anymore of it.

     She looked up and embraced him. How she loved this man, with all
his failures, and sometimes it almost frightened her a bit. She leaned 
forward.

     Mulder couldn't help but gaze at her, speechless, by the shiny blue
eyes of hers, with all the love he could see in them. He was unprepared,
when she leaned heavily on him and kissed him forceful on his trembling 
lips. He fell slowly back, breathless by her kiss. She was on top of him
and smiled secretly. He had fallen completely on the soft carpet beside 
the couch and held her by her waist and then he began to slowly open 
the buttons of her blouse, one by one with no haste. He took her by her 
back to draw her closer to him, but she held him back and sat straight
on his lap and drew him closer to her, pulling him up by his tie 'til 
he was almost sitting. 

     He was lost by her gaze of pure passion and love. With shaking hands
he reached for her bra.

     "Ah, ah!" she said shaking her head and took him by his wrist and
placed his palm on the carpet with a gentle but firm squeeze. He sat 
a bit back supported by his arms on each side, placed on the floor. If 
she wanted control, he would give it to her. Anything for his Scully.

     Mulder couldn't tear his eyes from her as she began to take off her
light suitjacket. Her eyes never left his, when she threw it almost 
behind her, and then took off her blouse too.

     "I think, you are too clothed." She said with her voice so soft as a 
caress.

     He was nervous and began to tug at his tie, to loosen it, but she 
shook her head again and smiled when she drew his hand in the 
direction it had been before, he obeyed, it was just so hard not to touch
her. He held his breath, when she took away his suitjacket, slowly 
discarding it from his shoulders, her hands caressing his arms on the 
way down, till it fell to the floor but still held around his hands. 

     She took one after the other to free him from the light summer 
suit jacket and threw it to the forming pile a little to her left and 
reached then, never averting her gaze from his darkening eyes, to 
give the same attention to his white shirt, leaving just the 
loosened tie around his neck. She could see the soft pulsing on his 
throat quickening and his bare chest heavening and the soft tremble
of his arms.

     He almost couldn't stand it, when she drew him closer again by 
his tie and traced with her index finger his sensuous lower lip. Teasing
him. He was aroused by her simple touch and her scent was intoxicating.
He closed his eyes when she began to trace all of his face with both 
hands, just the fingers caressing his hair, descending to his forehead,
tracing his high cheekbones and reaching his throat. Her silky hands 
left a tickling sensation on his bare skin so that he felt hot and cold in
one. He had never felt so sensitive and vulnerable in his life and 
longed for her touch never to end.

     She began to caress his chest descending to his abdomen and leaned 
heavily on him, bending him so he rested with his back on the soft
carpet. 

     Then her lips made the same way her hands had made, kissing and 
licking her way down, till she reached his already hard nipples, he was 
loosing all his control, when she slipped one hand from the waist band 
into his pants to caress him.

     "Dana, please." He whispered and arched his thigh to meet hers. 
She slipped up again and ravaged his mouth and invaded it with her 
velvet tongue, exploring him all and then she began to suck at it. 
Their tongues mixed , erotically, exchanging their rare flavours. When 
she began to pull away he couldn't help but to follow her, but was 
impeded by the slight pressure of her hands on his trembling shoulders 
his sweaty skin gave him an overnatural shine by the soft lamp in the
corner of the living room. His eyes seemed like the savage foliage in 
the rare colors of the jungle, shining in his passion. 

     Scully, sat up in a ragged move and slipped down, 'til she was 
sitting on his thigh and began to open his pants and slid them down, 
freeing him from the confining cloth. He helped her by arching his body
to make it easier for her to free him from all his clothes. She moved to
his side and discarded his shoes and socks, before she discarded his
pants, throwing it together with the boxer shorts to the growing pile. 

     She discarded her remaining clothes as well, suddendly she 
couldn't wait to feel all his naked skin over hers. 
    
     She covered him partially with her tiny frame in comparison to his 
and could feel his erection sliding down her body, and could hear him 
groan softly and trembling all the more by the light friction from skin
to skin. She held his hands down squeezing them when he tried to 
embrace her again and held them to his sides while she kissed and 
licked his nipples one by one and finally bit them softly. He squirmed
restlessely under her touch and the feel of her body over him. His
breath became ragged and he groaned deeply. 

     "Please, Dana, please." He pleaded now. He was so beautiful in his
passion that she began to stroke him and then settled herself over him,
engulfing him with her sweet wetness. He trembled all over when he 
could feel her, could feel himself in her and rocked to the pace she 
settled, arcing his lower body to meet her by each thrust, feeling himself
always deeper inside of her. He thought he was going to die. With a 
final deep thrust she drew him closer to her and kissed him, plunging her
tongue deep into his velvet mouth and began to rock again, while she
could feel his hands on her waist squeezing them and then he shuddered
in his release as well as in hers.

     She lowered his head again and gave him a final kiss while she 
lowered her sweaty body on his, still connected in their passion. She
looked at his beautiful face, yes beautiful, as it was now flushed and
with tears running down from his cheeks in his vulnerability to the 
moment. She kissed them away and felt her own eyes with tears 
dropping down mixing with his own. With a final stroke over his chest 
she bedded her head in the hollow of his neck and closed her eyes,
suddendly feeling very tired. 

     "Dana, I love you." she could hear him say softly and adjusting her 
in his arms, and when he drifted in his sleep he could hear her 
whispering sleepily. "I love you too, Fox." He smiled happily and held 
her very close.

     Neither of them saw the dark shadow on the balcony, gazing with his
fiery eyes on the sleeping pair and coming through the door, observing 
them and smiling evilly. Mulder stirred in his sleep and drew Scully 
closer to him unconsciously trying to protect her even in his sleep. 
With a last gaze the dark shadow vanished from the place. 

     Mulder woke up suddendly feeling a cold he couldn't explain and
sat up looking around with Scully in his arms. He could see nothing 
but the slight movement of the white curtains by the soft breeze 
coming through by the open balcony door. He couldn't remember having 
opened the door.

     "What's the matter, Mulder?" Scully asked, sleepy.

     "I don't know. I felt suddendly as if someone was watching us, but it
is gone." She withdrew from him and stood up and looked around
feeling a shudder going through her. She felt the same evil presence.

     "Come. Let's go to sleep in the bedroom, it's suddenly cooler
here." 

     When they reached the bedroom, Mulder locked the door and slipped
beside Scully in the fresh sheets and drew her to him. The bad sensation
was gone and they fell soon asleep again feeling secure in each others 
arms. 
   

Skinner's apartment
07:55 am

     Chico was sitting by himself in the living room, when he felt a 
shudder going through him. He could see for his eyes Tia Dana and Tio
Foxi observed by a dark shadow, but it didn't reach them completely
as a white mist exhaled from them, protecting them from the dark evil
that it was. He shuddered again and ran to his father's bedroom. He had
gone to sleep for a couple of hours, as he hadn't had a chance for it 
that night.

     Later they would meet with Maggie, his soon to be mother. He 
discarded his slippers before he reached the bedroom and crawled into 
the bed beside the sleeping man, where he felt the most secure and soon 
the big arms were holding him. He sighed and closed his eyes to the 
evil world outside for the moment and driffted himself to a heavy sleep.

End of part four.
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(5/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 20, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Five

Skinner's apartment
09:30 am

     Skinner awoke with a start, when he heard a crying sound beside
him. He opened his eyes. It was Chico, he seemed to be having a 
nightmare. He caressed his stubborn lock of hair carefully.

     "Wake up, Chico. It's just a dream." He said tenderly. He still 
couldn't believe that the tiny boy was his now, and that it had been 
so easy to adopt him at all. Sure, Washington, the Brazilian 
Delegate has pointed out, it was mostly because of the lack of relatives 
for the boy. But nevertheless, with a little Brazilian way, as they say, 
all could be managed a lot quicker, even when it got through the 
official channels.

     He became aware in the short time he stayed there, that there was
a big children market there, which the Delegate had to deal. Almost
all the children had been sold abroad. He almost couldn't believe the 
great number of abductions, and what was worse, that a great deal had
been taken from families and not just streetboys. The judge had asked 
him a lot of questions, but they weren't that bad, and they had all been
for the good of Chico. 

     He didn't know what he would feel if he lost him now. He closed
his eyes for a brief moment. Nobody was going to take him from him,
that he swore to himself and if he had to go to the extremes.

     The shiny eyes opened fluttering a bit to look directly into the 
warm brown eyes above him. The first shadow of terror Skinner saw
in the crystal-blue eyes was replaced immediately to a relieved one.

     "Hi, Papai. Are you awake a loti of time? Do you have to worki today?
Do you wanti to play baseball? Or just jogi? We can also just watchi TV, 
if you are tiredi? I ..."

     Skinner tickled him all over. "Hey, your blabber mouth. OK. We 
can play a bit later, don't worry. But don't forget, I'm not the 
youngest guy anymore. And I don't have to work today, but eventually 
there can be a call. So I can't promise you anything. OK?" 

     The tiny boy squirmed and giggled. "Stop, stop. Uncle." He cried 
and Skinner let him go and lie back on the bed. Soon the boy was 
sitting on his stomach and began to tickle him. Then he stopped. 
"OK. Nevertheless we meet Mamae soon anyway, for lunch." He bent 
down to stop just inches from the stubby face. And looked very earnestly
into the brown eyes. "When are you going to marry her?"
     
     "What do you think?" Skinner asked. 

     "Well, it shouldi have been May, June or July, but you didi pass this
oportunity. Augusti is impossible, that's not a goodi monthi to marry.
September willi be OK. Can I wear a tuxi? Surely you are going to marry 
in the big churchi over there or the little chapeli near Mamae's. She likes
it." He said confidently. "She brought me there surely three times now.
And that's a lot more then I wenti to church myself before."

     "I'm not catholic." Skinner remarked to see Chico's reaction. He 
seemed to have spent a lot of thoughts to this matter already.

     Chico looked at him stunned for a moment. "No problem, you have
justi to change your faithi. It's the same anyway."

     "And why do I have to change mine?"

     "I'm catholic, Mamae is catholic, logically you have to change, 
you are out numbered. That's pure logic. Spock would have said the
same." The boy said very earnestly.

     Skinner sit up straight so the boy came to lie on his legs. "Gee, 
don't tell me you are a Star Trek fan. I have enough from Mulder."

    "Star Trek is the best. I love all series, but the most I saw was the
classic series. An old Swiss leaving near the Favela always let me 
watchi it, and he hadi cable TV. I never tooki Alexandre there. He 
wouldi surely robbed him. He was so nice, and there I learned to speak
English so welli. Well, he saidi I hadi to perfecti my accenti a biti. In
school they teachi it just in the 5th grade but I heardi that they 
teachi it from the 1st on in some Particular Schools. Tio Hans always
said, when I would go up in life I hadi to learni much and learni 
English and he also began to teachi me some German phrases. That's a 
loti difficulter than English. But I didn't understand what he wanted 
to say with go up, should have been grow up, didn't it? Sometimes it 
was difficult to understand him. More after, when his daughter from 
Switzerland came to visit him sometimes. That was surely  good. So
the first time she saw me she was a bit worriedi but not longi and she
broughti me always some Swiss-Chocolate and some clothes. She was
so nice. I visited him rapidly to say good-bye, he was crying. I was so 
worriedi first, but then he said he was crying because he was happy for 
me. Surely odd. But old people are sometimes this way. We have just 
to have patience, isn't it?" he grinned then. "I know I'm blabbing 
and I shut up now. Let's take a shower. I thought it would be colder 
here in the States, but it's almost as warm as in Brazil. Well, not 
that hot, but almost."

     "It's summer now, and this temperature is not always that high. 
Just sometimes." Skinner answered and he  stood up and went to the 
bathroom he shook his head. With this blabber mouth he would never 
get bored again. But thank God he was silent when it was needed, and 
very well educated. It must have been the teachings of the old Swiss 
man.
         

Scully's Apartment
Saturday, August 9th
13:30 pm

     Scully woke up with a start and wanted to stand up but as so many 
times before now, she couldn't. Mulder kept her in his embrace during 
all the time. Unconscious, till their ordeal at the jungle. Before she had
to complain that he ditched her all the time to pursue his Truth and 
she knew when he thought she would get into danger, but now it seemed
he would never let go of her again. When they were on vacation, he had 
received a call and taken her with him, that was a new one.

     In one way it had been wonderful, and they had had finally the 
courage to declare their love for each other, without fooling around. 
And sure, her miraculous cure. And what was amazing, he had declared 
his love before she had been cured by the old Indio. She finally admitted 
it to herself. Even, when she didn't believe in Aliens, she had believed
in the old Indio from the beginning. 

     She felt sorrow at his death and missed the funny giggle of him all 
the while, and mostly directed at Mulder. She still had to laugh to 
herself, when she remembered Mulder outfitted as an Indio, with the 
clay in his hair. And this made her remember of the lice Mulder caught,
God knows where. What luck, she had been spared of it. They had tried
with a lot of medications to get rid of them, her mother had laughed out
loud at this, but tried all she could. But only Chico had a recipe for it
what killed all the lice. And it was so simple. But he had stated till the 
beginning, that he Chico never had lice but his brother and his mom's
recipe was to take every cup of Coca-Cola with a spoonfull of salt and 
to wash the hair with it. And that was all what it took. Sure, he said, 
by some it needed about three times, looking pointedly at Mulder and 
he had shaken  his head.

     From Chico her thoughts wandered to Skinner. She had to admit it,
in the first place she had been shocked to find out about him and her
mother. Sure, she was still young to have this outgrown children, and
grandchildren in Chico's age, and she had married when she was still
very young. But Skinner? And he was younger. But she had to admit, 
that this wasn't a valid argument against it. She herself had friends
with considerable age differences, more than by Skinner and her mother,
and they were the most caring pair she ever knew.

     And on the other hand, she thought it was great of Skinner to 
adopt the tiny boy. And he was so funny. Better thinking, when they 
really married, he would be her little brother. She laughed out loud at 
this, when she thought about him in her Irish family. 

     By her laughing, Mulder awoke with a start.

     "Finally you woke up. I was really considering whether or not I give 
you a pinch on your nose or not, or much better, bite your chin." And 
she really did bite him.

     "Ouch! Dana Katherine Scully, that hurts." She just watched him 
with a smirk so he tried his best hurt puppy look, which got him a kiss,
and another bite. She stood up and ran to the bathroom, before he could 
react. "I'm going to marry a cannibal." She heard him mumble under his 
breath before she closed the door. She smiled. 

     She got into the shower for a refreshing. It was really hot again. She
startled a bit, when she felt Mulder embrace her under the shower. 

     "I thought, you could need a little help to wash your back." He said
grinning. 

     She smiled back. "I have the slight feeling I heard that before." 

     He brushed his hands over her breasts and descended to her stomach 
and beyond. "Mulder, that's still not my back. And ... don't you think, 
it's about time to get rid of the tie?"

     "You left it on and as I recall, we were interrupted the last ..." They 
heard the cel phone ringing. "Shit!" he murmured with his already 
husky voice. "They want to kill my sex life. That's it." 

     She grinned at this. "Answer it. I want to finish my shower first."
And put the water control a little cooler. He sighed and went to the 
living room.

     A short time after she could feel his hands embrace her again and 
she reached for them, but felt that something was definitively different
and looked at them. She saw long ugly fingernails on the hands she 
thought were Mulder's. She withdrew and squirmed in the tight embrace
till she could turn around and cried for Mulder. But there was nobody 
in there with her.

      Mulder burst into the bathroom, when he heard her shout and saw
her standing in the corner of the shower, her eyes wide with horror.
"Scully, what's the matter?" he asked when he saw there was all normal 
in there but Scully. He embraced her.

      She inhaled deeply and said with a slight tremble in her voice. "I 
don't know." 

      He held her tighter, then pushed her a bit away. "In a pig's eye. 
Don't lie to me. It's me and I know you. Spit it out." he was afraid, 
she would say something like, that she had pain, pain like the ones 
from her cancer. The cancer which had disapeared. 

     "There ... There was someone here, he embraced me from behind
like you did before. It felt strange, and when I looked down they weren't
yours. He had long fingernails, but when I turned he was gone."  She 
thought, that she was loosing her mind. It had really frightened her.

      He felt a chill again, as last night. "We are going to my place 
tonight. OK?!"  She nodded. He had waited for an argument, so it had
really frightened her, he thought. To be honest, it had frightened him 
too. Since they met this Raul Donato after midnight, to be exact.

      They went back to the bedroom and dressed. Mulder had some spare
boxers and shirts in her drawer and went to the living room to retrieve 
his suit from the pile. He stopped dead in his tracks. All their clothes 
were shredded into pieces like some animal would have had made and 
the left bundle was soaked in blood.

Luigi's, in Foggy Bottom
13:30 pm

     Skinner, Maggie and Chico were at the Italian restaurant having 
lunch, and the tiny boy caught all attention, mostly disguised, from 
the fellow guests. But Skinner had to admit, that he was cute, sitting 
so earnestly between them, he made all was possible to remain very
well educated. 

     Chico didn't want to compromise his father by bad behaviour. His
Swiss friend had taught him that education was all. But it was so hard.
He still felt a bit taken aback, when he thought about all the place at 
table and made sure to take the right knife, fork or spoon for each 
meal. He had to concentrate a lot and the table was too high too, that it
made him think of the upteenth time, why he was so tiny. How was he 
going to reach his water glass for example? Better to let it be where it 
was before he spilled it all onto the table. That would surely be an 
embarrassment. 

     He looked up, when he saw a movement by his father's side, and 
unceremonially he was lifted by the waiter with an: "Excuse me, sir, but 
I forgot to provide the two cushions for your seat. I hope you can forgive
me." And bowed with a little smile on his face when he had settled him 
on the seat again and went away. Chico looked stunned after him then 
grinned contentedly. But he wasn't sure, if it was earnest meant so, but 
he opted it was better to look as it was the most common thing in the 
world and bowed his head in gratitude. Things were easier now.
It wasn't that bad after all and he began to talk a bit.

     He sighed content then. He had made it. Nothing spilled, all dry and 
clean, but, he was still hungry. This was a rich country but in a decent
meal they could never beat Brazil, in that he was sure. He sighed, but
became animated again. There was always the huge refrigerator left in
the apartment, with a lot leftovers.

     Suddendly another plate appeared in front of him and Skinner said
with a grinning face: "I thought you could still manage another meal. 
And you sure never ate a roastbeef with potatoes. You have to prove it.
Then you can have your dessert, don't you?" He asked all earnest. He 
knew his little boy by now. And was still amazed how a tiny boy like 
him could eat so much.

     How the poor part of people in Brazil managed it, he didn't know. 
They must be really Life-artists with the little salary they earned. 
And by the way, he loved it when he saw the big eyes shine the way
they shone now.

     After dessert, they were preparing to leave when Skinner saw the
shiny eyes in the tanned face going opaque with a lost gaze to nowhere.
He took him in his arms and left, before someone could perceive it. 
He stirred a bit, when he heard the soft voice fluster in his ear.

     "Papai, tell Tio Foxi and Tia Dana, that they don't go back to her 
apartment. The evil is there. He wants them, but it was still difficult
for him to take them away. He remembers them, and still claims them
as he had pretended before. Don't let them go back. And you can tell
them about me. They are soon family anyway, and Tio Foxi would never 
hurt me. Don't be afraid about it." He silenced then and fell asleep in 
the huge protective arms. 
End of part five
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(6/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 23, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Six 

FBI- Headquarter , DC
Saturday, August 9th
17:30 pm

    "Sir, sorry to call you, but there has been another body. Again a 
boy." Said Scully still in the forensic room. "But, it's different in a way.
His body has been sliced from inside, all his skin was unharmed, when 
we found him." She went to the wash basin and discarded her bloody 
rubber gloves and washed her hands. Suddendly she became aware of a
rotten smell all over the room.

    "Scully! Look at that!" She heard Mulder shout and come to her side.

    The body had begun to decompose and suddendly it was covered by
all kind of insects and worms which came from inside out and fell to 
the white floor, but there they remained unmoving. Skinner took one
between his forefinger and thumb. It was dead.
 
     They held their noses shut, the smell became unberable to them, but
stubbornly they remained in the room, to watch the terror. After a 
while just blank bones remained on the autopsy table and they also 
decayed to dust. Nothing was left from the boy as the dust and the dead
insects and worms. Only then they realized how cold the room suddenly 
was. 

     They could hear a heavy breath and a raging growl which ran down 
their spines. All the room darkened and a strong freezing breeze went 
through the bare room surrounding them. They felt a heavy weight on 
their bodies and slicing hands over their backs, cutting through
their suits and shirts and blouse. Mulder pushed Scully blindly towards
him and drew himself over her, just thinking to protect her from the
slicing hands. He could feel a strong hand feeling for him and Scully
below him and then it was pushing them with all its power never letting 
go of his suit-colar. He could feel the cutting now on his bare skin, he 
moaned and felt tears running down his cheeks. 
   
     Something was trying to lift him from Scully, but he embraced her 
all the more. Hands were yanking at his hair. Then he heard Skinner
moan and Scully moving below him, trying to slide with him on her 
back helping the pulling stubbornly pushing hand. 

     A freezing cold hand was now pulling at his left ankle. He kicked 
to break free.

     A crack of the door opened and the soft light from the corridor 
revealed the owner from the pulling hand. Skinner yanked the door fully 
open and held the door frame and pulled them all the more out of the 
frenezy room. His face was bloody as well as his pushing arm, by cuts
and his fist was white by the force he used to yank them with him out, 
bit by bit and gaining foot by foot. Skinner was already half out the room,
when he saw some agents in the corridor watching in horror their ordeal.

     "What's wrong with you, people?  Can't you see I need help?" he 
growled at them. 

     Finally arms and hands were pulling at him, so he could let go of 
the frame and pack Mulder under his armpits. The only thing he 
could see in the dark room was a dark shadow. It was pulling at Mulder's
ankle till their bodies were half the way out the room. Glowing eyes in
reddish colors appeard in the height of the dark shadow's head, burning 
like two coals in the fire. 

     A shiny figure appeared suddenly and an unearthly scream of pure 
rage startled them and the last pull made the two scattered figures of 
his worry some agents land on his own scattered body, when the freezing
hands freed them from his hold, to turn around. The door shut down 
with a clapping sound. And all went calm like if nothing had happened.

     "Chico!" Skinner shouted and craweld out under the two agents and 
stood up. He yanked the shut door open and saw nothing but scattered 
furniture when he lit on the light.

     He ran to the next phone he could find and dialed Maggie's phone
number and smashed his hand at the wall beside waiting the call to
complete. He looked at his two agents, still sprawled on the floor, 
Mulder's back was worse than Scully's and he felt nothing better than
they. Finally he could hear Maggie's voice through the phone.

    "Hello?" she said and he could hear that she was breathing hard.

    "Is Chico OK?" he asked. 

    "Walt? He's OK now. But he gave me almost a heart attack, he was
so still like he had been dead. I'm going to the hospital, Walt. No matter
what, but he's fine now, so don't be afraid." 

    "I'll be at the hospital with Mulder and Scully. Don't worry, Maggie."
He hung up and shout at his agents. "Are you all nuts? Why didn't 
anybody call the medics yet?" He knelt down beside Mulder and Scully
and pushed them back down, when they tried to stand up. "You lie down,
till the medics come. That's an order." His commanding voice made 
them obey immediately. When he was in this mood, no one disobeyed.

     
George Washington University Hospital
18:15 pm

     The receptionist frowned when she saw who came in through the 
emergency room. It seemed always to be the same agents alternately
hurt and the intimidating, balding man, their boss as she knew by now.
Just that this time he came with them and not an hour after to terrify the 
nurses, even the chief nurse. 




     She felt a chill, when she saw the scattered trio and their shredded 
clothes, or what remained of them. The FBI seemed to be a dangerous 
job, but it seemed to be all the time the same agents, who got hurt. 
Oh God, the scary man was approaching.

    "Where is Frederico Walter Skinner?" the man asked. How about that,
and now he was asking for the tiny cute boy who has been checked in just
some minutes ago. What did he have to do with him? She thought still
frowning.

    "He's being examined now, by Dr. Nichols, sir."

    "Where is that?"

    "Sorry, but just family members are aloud to enter there." She said
couragousely. She wasn't going to allow him to get near the cute boy.

    "As I am his father, I think that's enough permission for me to 
know where the hell he is." He growled with fiery eyes. 


    The receptionist's eyes opened wide at that. "Sure, Sir. Sorry, Sir.
He's at the end of corridor B, the door to the left, Sir." When he finally
left, she bent her head in dissmay. This cute little boy was his son? 
Oh boy, she felt sorry for him.  It must be hell to live with this 
domineering man.

    Skinner opened the examination room and sighed relieved, when
he saw Chico on the examination table and Maggie beside him. 

    "Papai!" called Chico, when he saw him.

    "Walt! What happened to you?" Maggie said when she turned to the 
door by Chico's shout. He was really in a bad shape, all his clothes were
shredded and his skin scratched with deep bleeding cuts. But he couldn't 
feel any pain 'til now, when he saw that Chico was fine. A little pale, 
but unharmed. He caressed the silky blond hair and looked down at 
Maggie. 

"Maggie, Scully and Mulder are being examined. Look after them, 
I'll stay with Chico, till you come back." He said, with a reassuring 
smile. "Don't worry, it's not that bad as it seems."

     She smiled with a worried face and bent down to kiss the tiny boy.
"I'll be right back, Chico. OK?" 
  
     He smiled at her and nodded. "Don'ti worry, Mamae. I'm fine. Go 
see Tia Dana and Tio Foxi." 

    "So, that's your father. Nice to meet you, Mr. Skinner. You have a
really nice boy and very courageous." She was a little stunned to see the
well known AD from the FBI. The one who scared the hell out of the
nurses, when he came to see his two agents. As it seemed they were 
back. She shook her head in disbelief. She had never had to deal with 
him before, but he couldn't be that bad, when she looked at the shiny 
crystal-blue eyes of the little boy lit up all the more when he looked 
at his father.

     She ruffled the silky hair. "You can stand up now." Skinner helped
him to dress into the odd T'shirt and shorts. "He's fine. A little 
tired, but in the whole very healthy." 

     Maggie entered again. "Is he OK?" was her first question.

     "Yeah, Maggie. How are Scully and Mulder?"

     "Thank God, they're fine. The doctor said they could go home in 
two days. Now it's your turn to get treated, Walt. I'll stay with Chico."

     "Fine, go with him to Mulder and Scully in the meantime." He had 
seen, that the young doctor wanted to speak to him in particular, without 
Chico around.

     "Come this way, Mr. Skinner."

     They entered the annexed room. "Please, sit down, sir. And, please, 
don't worry before the results come to us. I could make out some 
swellings in his abdomen and chest, the results will only be conclusive 
in about a month."
 
     She saw the man's eyes going darker and his face pale. She should
have been more diplomatic. But, how could you say to someone that
probably his son had a tumor, malignant or benign? 

     "Does ... does he have to stay at the hospital?" he whispered then.

     "No, sir. As I said before, he's fine so far and only the results can 
give us conclusivness. And it's better to treat him as nothing has 
happened. And, about the beating marks on his back, well, they are
disappearing but, did you...?"

     Skinner looked at her. "No. I could never hurt a child. He's adopted."

     "Sorry, sir. I really didn't believe it had been you. The boy has 
too much love in his eyes for you if it would have been you. But
I had to ask." 

     "Sure, it's your right to ask." Skinner felt really miserable now, not
by the questions. His son could be dying. It ringed all the time in his 
mind. He stood up and turned around, he had to go out of this room, 
but swayed.

     "Oh Holy Christ!" Dr. Nichols just saw now the misshandled back
of the swaying man before her. She called a nurse. "Bring a stretcher.
Now." She held him by his elbow. "Sit down, please. I'm so sorry. I 
didn't realize the seriousness of your wounds." What a hell of a doctor
she was, she thought to herself and to give it the rest she sprang to him
with news like this. She cursed herself. 

     And where the hell had he arranged wounds like that, was beyond
her understanding. They seemed like knife cuts. But they were always 
in four groups of pararrel cuts. She felt a chill. 

End of part six
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(7/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 24, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Seven (Well, if I say what happens I'll give it away.) perhaps NC

George Washington University Hospital
22:00 pm

     "But, Dr. Nichols, it's against hospital rules.  We can't..." Said 
the chief-nurse, frantic.  She wasn't going to allow this.  But she was
interrupted by the doctor.

     "I said let the boy in there.  Doctor's orders." She closed
the door of the hospital room silently and turned to the nurse. "For 
Godsake, they are my patients, and Mr. Skinner will be out tomorrow
evening. And the boy needs him as well."

     "But the rules, ..."

     "In this case I order it, so it isn't against the rules." She dismissed
the pissed nurse then. She had checked on the other agents too. They 
were battered like the AD, so Dr. Scully was in a little better shape
than agent Mulder.

      And she really couldn't seperate the two, when she saw the little
boy in the huge man's arms sleeping peacefully, after they treated 
the AD. 

     Skinner awoke in the middle of the night. He could feel the dulled 
pain on his back. It made him remember what had happened back in
the forensic room. He still felt a chill and almost refused what he 
had seen with his own eyes. But there had been something here, 
something very evil who almost killed them. He sighed.

     Unconsciously he wrapped the little frame more into his big arms,
as realization hit in. Chico was still in his hospital room. He smiled
and looked down on the peaceful face he could make out in the soft 
moonlight. He caressed the stubborn lock tenderly, but stopped dead,
when he remembered something else, something he tried to forget. His
boy could be dying, like Scully had. He felt his eyes water with salty 
tears. 

     
Skinner's apartment
Sunday, August 10th, 
20:30 pm

     They had come back home about two hours ago. He was plotting his 
escape plan before the nurses discharged him. The nurses were 
all too glad to get rid of the scary AD. But one thing they could see, 
the scary AD was really wrapped around the little boy's finger, with 
no hope for escape. 

     "Really, Maggie. I'm fine." He said for the upteenth time. "Go 
back to the hospital and take a look at Scully and Mulder, and please 
be sure, they don't go back to Scully's apartment. I think it would be
better that they don't go to Mulder's apartment either. Take them 
somewhere else. Even the Hilton, the costs will go on FBI budget."

     "But Walt, I ... ." 

     "I'm fine."

     She looked at his stubborn face, and shook her head. "OK. But
swear to me that you will take a rest, you promised the doctor to stay 
in bed till tomorrow night." She glared a bit at him. He was just so
stubborn sometimes, but she could be as well. On the other hand Chico 
would make sure of it. She tugged his blanket to his neck and gave 
him a kiss.

     She was totally unprepared, when he laced his arms around her 
waist and kissed her hungrily on her full lips, before he released her.

     "Just to remind you, that I'm not that useless as you mean to 
think I am." And grinned at her flushed face and wink with an eye
to Chico, who was giggling beside him, wrapped under the blanket too.

     "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai. I thinki September is a very goodi monthi to marry.
Goodi Nighti, Mamae. Take care of Tio Foxi and Tia Dana. A mother's
love always keeps away a badi spirit. So go there, and they willi be fine.
I willi take care ofi Papai. Don'ti worry." He yawned and nestled his 
head on the large chest, and dozed off. He was very, very tired indeed.


FBI-HQ Washington DC
Wednesday, August 13th 1997
11:30 am

       There were many glances towards them before they reached their
basement at the FBI-HQ this morning. But as used to it as they were in
the five years they were partnered they didn't aknowledge them as 
any other day. They were involved in their argument of the possible
theories, and Mulder as always had his own ones, which Scully debatated
with her own, trying to refuse the obvious. The other agents just looked 
at  each other, but the most of them felt a chill, mostly the ones
who had in fact seen the "thing" down in the basement. The X-Files were
really spooky. They reminded their own business. Let the Spooky team
deal with the rest, was their motto, it was more secure. They hoped.

      "But, Scully, how can you refuse it? You yourself saw it there."

      She frowned. "OK. Whatever. But what can we do? Call some 
Ghostbusters?" She frowned deeper, when she saw Mulder's eyes
sparkle with excitement. "Don't go there, Mulder."

      "But, Scully, that's a fantastic idea. I'll send an e-mail to the 
Gunmen, to find out a good one. Where are you going? Wait for me."
He demanded. He wasn't going to let her out of his sight, of that 
he was sure.

      "Are you sure? I don't think the girls would like it to see ye in 
there. And I sure can manage it alone, Mulder." She smiled sweetly 
and fluttered her eyelids a bit.

     He frowned. "I'll wait outside." 

     "Oh, no. You're not." She said and went away, but soon she could 
hear him some steps behind her. "Didn't I say to ... ." she began and 
trailed off. There was no one behind her. She was almost shouting for 
Mulder, when she saw him coming around the corner. "Why did it take 
so long?" she muttered. He looked pointedly at her and thought. 
'Women!' the older he became the less he could understand them.

     He gained some odd glances, while he was waiting beside the ladies'
washroom. It didn't matter to him and he smirked back at them.

     "Agent Mulder. Waiting for Agent Scully?" asked Kim, Skinner's
secretary. "I tried to reach you. AD Skinner wants to talk to you two, he 
gave me this number, where he can be reached." She smiled at him. Even
with his bruised face he was cute, and already settled she thought to 
herself. She could make out the slight changes in their behaviour to each
other, even, she thought, that others wouldn't perceive them. She was 
happy for them, she thought that for a long time they belonged together.
She gave him the number and went down the corridor.

     "What number is that?" asked Scully when she came out and she 
could see Mulder with the phone number in hands.

     "Skinner's. Kim gave it to me this very moment. We've to call him
now." 

     "OK. It's already 05:30 pm." 


     They decided to call from the garage with the cel phone on their way
out.

     "Mulder?" 

     "Yes, sir."

     "Come with Scully to the harbor, Pier 13. I'll be waiting. Chico is 
with me here. Don't worry. All's OK now."  

     "That's odd." Said Mulder. "He says we have to go to Pier 13, and 
hung up."

     "Then let's go."

Harbor, Pier 13
06:15 pm

     "Mulder, there's Skinner. He's waving us to get into the warehouse.
Let's go." 

     They reached the ware house and got in. They glanced at each other 
and took their weapons out. It was better to be prepared. It was dark 
inside.

     "Over here!" they heard Skinner's voice from the center and they 
saw him standing by an altar with his back to them. There were some 
candles on the floor in various shapes but just black and red ones and all
lit to iluminate the immediate surroundings. They could see also the
legs of a man from the corner of the altar. "He's dead." Said Skinner
whispering and turned around. His eyes were burning like two coals
in a fire place and the mannly face transformed itself into the one of
Raul Donato in an evil mask.

     They fired their guns hitting the chest of the transforming man, but
he came closer step by step without wavering when the bullets hit him,
till there was no  one left. He shoved the weapons with a sharp hand 
waving them away. They turned around and Mulder took Scully by her 
hand to run away. When they almost reached the door, two frames,
clothed in red coats appeared before them from out of thin air.

     Soon they were surrounded by more figures closing the circle around
them. There was no way to escape. Nevertheless, they run towards one 
side and tried to ran down the ones in front of them. 

     Suddenly the hell broke loose and a sharp freezing wind banged at
them and shoved them back to the center. Scully landed in the middle 
of the candles and Mulder on top of her. She cried out in pain not from
the fire of the candles, but from Mulder's heavy frame on hers. His 
elbow had crashed on her ribs and a sharp pain went through her.

      Mulder winced in pain himself but took her by her waist and 
crawled near the altar. The dark shadow of the evil man came in the way
and he hovered over them. Mulder jerked back from him, but it was too
late. The men in red coats, held them tight and yanked them up, so they
came to stand with their hands to their backs to face the ugly man. They 
could feel the heavy breath over their faces, the stale smell of death was 
making them nauseous. 

     The knotted hands with the long yellow fingernails took their heads
in a forceful grip and turned their faces from side to side. Then he came
close to Scully's face. Mulder tried to turn his head to see what the 
monster was doing to his Scully, but he could just observe from the
corner of his eyes and felt rage and nausea settle in when he saw him 
lick her and force her mouth open to kiss her, invading her with his 
stale tongue. He felt his eyes water in pure rage and helplesness. He 
began to kick him and the burning eyes turned to him. Donato raised 
his head a bit and drew Mulder closer to his pock-marked face and 
forced his mouth open as well and invaded him too. When Mulder was 
almost without air he let them go. 

     "Bring them to the ship." He ordered with his growling voice.


Skinner's apartment
same hour 

     Skinner didn't know what to do, as Chico convulsed in front of him.
He took him into his arms and was almost out of his apartment to get to
the hospital, when Chico stopped him.

     "No, Papai, waiti. It's OK now." He ragged heavy breathing.
"Papai, he has them. He tooki Foxi and Dana. They ... they thoughti it 
was you. So he could geti to them. They had to come willingly in his
place. He observed them a lot to the only purpose to geti to them. He 
won't do them any harm at the moment, or not much. He needs them 
alive."
End of part 7
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(8/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 24, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Eight  NC-17 - creepy
Skinner's apartment
Wednesday, August 13th 
06:30 pm

     "Kim, did you see Agents Mulder and Scully?"

     Kim was a bit taken aback by the harsh voice. "Yes, sir. I gave 
them the phone number you gave me about two hours ago. The last 
time I saw them was at 05:30 pm. I'm sure of it. I was making some 
copies."

     "What phone number? I've been home the whole time.  I didn't 
call you." 

     She gave him the number and he ordered her to find out where it 
came from and gave more orders like a tirade. Then he hung up. 

     He glanced than at Chico and dialed the hotel's number where Scully
and Mulder where had checked in yesterday.

     The same, they weren't there as well. He prepared to go to the 
FBI-HQ and decided to take Chico with him. As the things went on he 
wasn't going to let him out of his sight. He helped him dress and
again dialed his secretary to inform her that he was coming and if
there was any news yet.

     "The phone number is from a cabin at the harbor, between Pier 13 
and 14, sir."

     "Send some men there. I want all the possible agents on search for
the missing agents Mulder and Scully, at once. And call agent Plumper.
Tell him I'll see him in about 45 minutes."

     "Yes, sir. Understood."

    "Come, Chico. You come with me this time. Never leave my side. 
Okay?"

    "Yes, Papai." When they got out, Skinner lifted him into his arms
and placed him into the backseat, buckling him in.


    When they reached the FBI parking lot, Agent Plumper was
arriving at the same time. "Good you're here, Plumper. Mulder and Scully are lost
again."

     "What? Not again. They should be leashed in my opinion. Hi, Chico."

     "Hi, Tio Thom s." The boy said, breathless, as he was more running
then walking beside Skinner's rapid pace. He hardly could take a good 
look  at the huge building when they got into the subgarage. And he 
was so interested to see his father's working place as he was 
remembering the Elliot Ness Series.

     Skinner looked down at his tiny boy and took him again in his left
arm. Finally they came to a halt at the Security guard.

     The elderly man looked at the tiny boy in the AD's arm and ruffled
his hair. "New agent?" He asked smiling.

     Chico smiled at him his eyes all shining, but strangely sad in a way. 
"No, visitor." That he had learned from the Series. " Going to see 
Papai's workingi place. My name is Chico Walter Skinner. What's your 
name, sir?"


The security guard arched his eyebrows, astonished. He didn't 
know the AD had a son. When he hung him a visitor's badge on he told 
his name to the cute tiny boy. The boy waved him good-bye.




      There was no one who didn't look at least twice to the boy on 
the AD's arm.

     "Kim. Nothing yet?" Skinner asked his secretary before he entered 
his office.
 
     "No, sir." She said, unperturbed. She was one of the few who
knew about Chico. So, that was Skinner's adopted son. Cute, but so 
tiny. She blinked at him. She smiled. This one was going to be a 
heartbreaker.

      Skinner put Chico down on his desk and was all business. His 
orders came again out as tirades.

      Chico remained strangely quiet on the place his father put him on.
His heart was heavy. And the hours went on. And still no sign of the
missing ones. He sight. He saw it coming. 

      "It's growing stronger, Papai. Soon their love can't hold him back 
anymore." He whispered, when they were alone.

     Skinner took him on his lap, to sit with him at the table and held him
tight. He rested his chin on the silky hair and closed his eyes for a 
moment. "Can you see where they are?" he asked softly.

     "Not totally. But it's a very dark room, and it is wavering. Tio Foxi 
is nauseous and it's cold. But in the moment the evil isn't with them. 
It can't remain very long near them yet. But soon. There are some men 
in red coats guarding them." 

      Skinner felt a chill each time Chico kept calling the man "it".
"Waving." He murmured and hit the phone. "Kim. Tell the agents to 
look in all ships."

      "Yes, sir."

      "I'll go home, but call me anytime when there's something new."

      "Come, let's go home and call Maggie. She doesn't know yet."

      "OK. But calli her only when we're home." he begged.


      "Why?"

      "It's better. Please?"

      "Sure. What do you think, we could go to her."

      "No, better noti. When we are home calli her."

      Skinner looked at him puzzled. Perhaps he was afraid that Maggie 
could be in danger when she got out. He thought it was better to follow
his son's advice. Perhaps he had a feeling.

      "What's that?" he asked and bent down when they were on their way 
to the elevators. There was forming a strange sign on the boy's left 
palm. Red as blood.

      "I don't know, Papai. It wasn't there a moment before." Said the 
boy with a shaky voice. He felt suddendly very tired. On the way to the
subgarage Skinner observed the strange sign again. It was rough to the 
touch and dark red. He had a bad feeling. It was better
to  go to the hospital than at home.

     He placed Chico into the backseat again and buckled him. When 
he got up something hit him hard on his head. He jerked around and 
came face to face with some red men clothed in red long coats. He hit 
the cement floor of the subgarage hard. He could feel again that 
freezing cold from the basement. Oh God, Chico was his last thought 
before all went black. 

      The men clothed in coats yanked the car door wide open but didn't 
touch the tiny boy. But they stood quietly beside the open car door.

      "Papai!" Chico screamed and tried frantically to undo the buckle 
and finally succeeded. He jumped hurriedly out of the car to kneel
beside the unconscious body of his father. "Don't touchi him." He cried 
in rage to the dark vulture in front of him.

      "So, you will come with me willingly to save him?" Chico heard the
growling voice asking and the burning gaze looking expectantly down 
at him.

      "What abouti Tio Foxi and Tia Dana?"

      "I'll take them with us, but if you come I will release them in 
the end."

      Chico didn't have to think much, he would do anything to save
his father and the other two.

      Skinner felt a gentle kiss and something wet on his face and the
soft voice of Chico in his half-conscious mind. "Don't worry, Papai. 
All will be fine. Don'ti forgeti to marry in September. It's surely a 
good monthi. My birthday is in September. I have to go now." And 
the sofly lips on his face were gone.

      "Sir, Sir!" he heard Plumpers voice coming like through a waterfall.
He opened his eyes. Then with a start he sat up, his head was spinning. 
He could barely hold his eyes open. He was still in the sub garage.


      He stood up in a swift motion. "Chico!" he shouted and spun around.
"Where's Chico?" and suddendly he could rememeber the soft voice. He 
froze. It had taken him away. He looked at his watch. Almost two hours 
had passed since he had gone down to leave the FBI-Building. Two hours
and Chico was somewhere out there in the hands of this evil being. 



     He dashed back to his car. The Harbor flashed through his mind.
"Get in the car, Plumper. We're going to the harbor. They took Chico.
Is there some news?" 

     "Nothing yet. What the hell is going on? Donato is dead for God's 
sake. What's ... it?"

      "I don't know, but I can swear it's nothing human."


Somewhere in the ocean
Friday, August 15th
In the morning

      "Mulder, are you asleep?" Scully asked softly. If he was she 
wouldn't wake him up. He was really seasick and heaved a lot. But she
thought it was partially from the broken ribs he earned when he had 
tried to break free when they were brought to the little yacht, far away
from Pier 13. She did what she could to ease his pain. Her ribs seemed 
just to be bruised from the fall. The room they were in was very dark
and very little and sticky. It was hard to breath.

      They couldn't lie down fully stretched, only curled, and with 
Mulder's height it must be terrible. She was a little luckier. So, who 
said, that height was all? 

      She brushed her sweaty forehead. It was also terribly hot in there. 
At least they were allowed to relieved themselves in a tiny washroom, 
but that was all. She longed for a shower. The silent figures of the coated
men gave them something to eat and drink once a day. She shuddered, 
when she remembered the rough, stealthy tongue invading her mouth
and then Mulder's. It made her feel still nauseous. It had reached down 
her throat. Thank God it hadn't appeared again till they were on the
ship.

      "Hi, sleepyhead." She said to Mulder when he woke up and kissed
him tenderly on his full lips. The kiss became soon too hot and they
seperated their lungs calling for air. 

      "Not the right place for this, I think." Said Mulder breathless, but 
took her again in his arms and settled her over his lap with her legs on 
each side of his thigh. He knetted her over her blouse and bra and 
slipped one hand then under her blouse to continue to caress her. Her 
sweaty scent and body was arousing for him and she began to tug at his
shirt too. He slid up her skirt . He winced a bit, when he tried to open his 
fly. They made love without restriction forgetting for the moment where 
they were. 

      They could hear a heavy breath all around them for a moment but
it went away as swiftly as it had come. They felt a chill. He kissed 
her tenderly then and they began to rearrange themselves before the 
guards could show up and remained embraced.
 
End of part eight
Feedback? For me I thought it was a little creepy. What do you think? 
Should I be more creepy????? 


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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(9/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 25, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Nine 


Somewhere in the ocean
Thursday, August 21st
In the morning

     "Let him in peace, you bastard." said Chico, enraged and kicked 
the man in the red coat who had hit Mulder with the handle of his 
weapon. Mulder felt as if his head would explode. 

     "Chico?" he asked, astonished. "Shit! What are you doing here?" he
asked then, afraid. Skinner's boy in the hands of the monster. Of 
someone who should be dead, but was alive, or whatever. A seven 
year old boy. He remembered that all the kids killed in the rituals 
where about seven. He became more nauseous at that. Before he had
just to be afraid for Scully, but now there was Chico too.

     He looked at the tiny boy. Chico ran to him and embraced him tight 
and kissed him softly on his stubbly cheek. 

     The boy looked at the stubbly face with concern and caressed 
softly the bruises he could see. "Does it hurti muchi, Tio Foxi? Is Tia
Dana fine?" 

     Mulder nodded reassuringly. "Not superfine, but it goes. Don't 
worry. All will be fine." At least was it what he hoped. When the puny 
hand brushed again over his bruised face his eyes caught the deep red 
mark on the left palm. Before he could look at it better the guard came 
back with two other men.

     "Bring him back to the woman. And you, boy. You know you 
shouldn't go out of your room. The master will be angry when he 
finds out. Come now."

     "No, I want to go with Tio Foxi. Leave me alone." The boy said with
a gazed filled with hatred towards the men and hung more on Mulder's 
neck.

     The coated man yanked him out of Mulder's arms and the other men
brought Mulder back to Scully and threw him into the little room. He 
hit his head on the wall when he tried to avoid banging into her. He
slid slowly down, holding his throbbing head.


     "Oh, my God. It's Chico." Said Scully when they heard him cry and
shout. Suddenly there was a cry of pain, but not the boy's and the boy 
came in running. 

     The men came running behind him and tried to yank him out of
the cell. 

     "Let him there. The Master will deal with him then. And if he 
prefers to stay in there with them, rather than in his cabin, it's his 
problem." One said and held on his face a handkerchief to stop the 
bleeding from Chico's scratch.

     They locked the door and went away. Only one remained to guard.

     "That was not a good choice, Chico. Now you're stuck with us in this 
bad smelling cell." Scully said but embraced the tiny boy.

     "Do you think, in the streets it was better than here? There are very 
bad  smelling places there too. But you do noti smelli that badi just a 
little sweaty." He was content to be with them, he had been very afraid
alone in his cabin and sometimes the bad smelling entity appeared who 
scared him a bit. Well, a lot, but he wasn't going to say so. 

     "What happened, Chico? Why are you here?" asked Mulder. 

     "The evil wants me. I'm noti sure of whati. Papai was lookingi for 
you. We were at the sub garage of the FBI, when they attacked us. They
were going to killi Papai. But if I wouldi come with it, it would let him
go. That's why I'm here. Don't worry, it will let you go too. I made 
him sweari it." He embraced them both and gave each one a smacking 
kiss. He wouldn't let the entity kill them. 

     "What sign is that on your palm, Chico? Let me feel it."

     "I don'ti knowi. It was suddenly there. It doesn't hurti."

     Mulder touched it. 

     He held the puny hand to the soft light by the loophole in the 
door to examine it as good as he could manage. It was the same sign as
there was on the wall of the pier, painted by the blood of the first killed
boy there. The only thing they found out then in the library, was, that it
meant something like "The Change", but nothing more. He didn't have a 
good feeling about it. 

      He squeezed the little hand reassuringly. Chico was sitting on 
Scully's lap holding her tight, he hugged them both and they remained 
that way all the time.


FBI-HQ Washington DC
Skinner's office
Thursday, August 21st
18:00 pm

      Skinner was standing in front of his window but saw nothing as
the hunted face of his tiny boy before him. His face had become haggard
from the overhelming grief he felt of losing him to God knows what. 
It wasn't fair, he thought. 



     Unannounced, the cigarette smoking man entered the office smiling 
slightly before Skinner turned around, then he hid it behind his drag
on the cigarette he already lit for a while. He puffed the smoke in small
ringlets to the clean air and sucked in again and let the smoke this time
go through his nose. Sure, he didn't know what was attacking the boys 
and had been in the basement for a while, but it made him feel good 
inside. He wasn't very fond of the fact that Skinner had adopted a boy, a
streetboy he heard, but on the other hand it would have been a good 
weapon against the AD, who had become very independent and was
losing his respect for the consortium and, what pissed him off more,
from him. He still had his mind set on giving him a lesson on 
who was the boss here.

     It was regrettable that the troublesome Agents Mulder and 
Scully were missing, as he wanted to give them a lesson too. His face 
went dark with that thought, Scully being cured of cance.  He wanted 
to know who they managed it.  Perhaps she could be taken again for 
another experiment. This would give him Mulder directly in his hands. 
A puppet on the strings.

     Skinner turned around and knew who came in unannounced when
he smelled the dark smoke of the Morley cigarette. "What the hell do 
you want? If it's nothing that doesn't help find my agents or my son, 
forget it it.  I don't have time for your crap." 


      "Well, we had nothing to do with this. You brought your own ghosts
by adopting a smearing boy from the third world." Cancerman said
condescendingly and was totally unprepared when a slamming fist hit 
his face breaking his nose and his body fell heavy to the floor. He 
flinched, when Skinner lunged for him and yanked his wrist behind his 
back and slammed him to the wall.

     "Don't you ever call my boy a smearing again because a smearing
rat is what YOU are. Get out of my office, you bastard." He said slowly 
and threw him out of the office and slammed shut the door behind him.


     Skinner was trembling from the accummulated hatred he felt towards
the cigarette smoking man. Sure, he had made an enemy of life, but what 
was enough, was enough. He kicked his chair, frustrated. There was no
sign of the three. Not in this country. Suddenly it was clear for him.

     He searched his wallet for the visitcard from Washington, the Delegade
in Rio de Janeiro.

     The connection was made in seconds and he could hear the singing
voice of the short man.

      "Hello, Washington, this is Walter Skinner from the FBI."

      "Walti? What a pleasure to heari your voice. How's Chico by the 
way?" 

      "That's why I'm calling. Raul Donato took him away and my 
two agents with him."

      "What? Are you crazy? Donato is dead, buried half a meter into
the ground." Cried the Delegate, puzzled.


      "I wish I were. He took them, I saw him or whatever it is. I know 
it sounds crazy, but ... something like Donato took him from me. It
wasn't human, Washington." How the hell could he explain something
as crazy as he became to believe it was.

      Washington felt a chill and closed his eyes. "If you think it's
... unhuman, then I will believe in you. What can I do to help?"


     "Well, I believe now, that they are heading back to Brazil, as it 
was there he wanted to perform his rituals before I killed him. I 
thought if ... ." he was interrupted by the delegade's voice.

     "Take the next flight, I'll arrange the things here. And I will exhume
Donato's grave site, to be sure his body is still there."


     "Why ... thanks Washington. I know it sounds crazy, but what
grabbed me the other day completelt inhuman."

     "Don't worry, I've heardi and seen stranger things in my life. And
as a true Brazilian, I more believe than not and we have our superstitions.
No one wouldi believe." 

     Skinner sat back when the Delegade hung up. Now he had to tell 
Maggie where he was going. He arranged his flight which would leave
in three hours and sent a fax to the delegate which had the flight 
number and arrival time, and then called Plumper.

     "Well, Agent Plumper. What do you think of a flight to Rio?"

     He recieved the answer he had expected and they would meet at 
deperature hour at the airport. He braced himself to meet Maggie now.


Somewhere in the ocean
Friday, August 22nd
19:00 pm

     They were awoken by the sudden freezing cold in their cell they were
in. Nothing could be seen through the dark as the chilling feel to be
observed. Mulder and Scully pulled themselves closer to each other, with
Chico in the middle, protected between them as well as possible. Faint 
first they could hear a heavy breathing sound and two burning eyes 
appeared from nowhere accompanied by the smell of death. A figure was
transforming to reveal Donato hovering over them. The knotted hands 
with the long fingernails tried to caress the tiny frame of the boy between 
them, but they closed their arms over him. The breathing sound became 
stronger. The entity laughed  and took their faces into his claw
hands to observe them more closely. They could try to protect the boy
for now he came just to scare them. He regretted he had sworn to let 
the pair go he longed for their souls to be his. What a sweet couple 
they would give to serve him for eternity. But what he needed the most 
was the boy. But he could haunt them a little bit. 

     He came closer to the woman's face he held.

     "Don't touch them, your monster." Shouted the tiny boy. 

     Donato chuckled not bothering with the rage he could feel the hatred 
in the boy's voice and forced her head up to meet him for a kiss and 
suck a bit of her life force. He licked at the soft lips and invaded her 
mouth. He could feel her choke as his tongue reached her throat and 
then beyond. Her lover tried to kick him and jerk out of the steel grip 
which forced Mulder's head up. Finally the entity let go of her and 
she fell limp to the side and then he turned to the struggling man. Her
lover had the right amount of hatred in him now and the demon claimed 
the mouth to explore and take a bit of his lifeforce as well, still he 
was unconscious as the woman.

     "You promised to let them go." The boy shouted.

     "Why are you complaining? They are still alive, and as I said, I'll
let them go in the end. Even if I long for them to be mine. They aren't
harmed now, except of a bit of their lifeforce. I will hold my promise
to you when you hold yours. You know. The one I claim is you. More 
than I claim these two. Hold your promise. Otherwise they will suffer 
what was meant for them, to be mine for all eternity. I just came in to 
remind you." The monster said and held the tiny face inches from his to 
observe with his burning gaze the shiny crystal-blue eyes. He let him 
go then and retreated, the two were still nagging at his force.

    The little boy nestled himself between the two limp frames and 
cried himself into sleep. Dreaming of the man with the protective 
arms safe, or so he hoped, from the evil entity. He shuddered and 
trembled all the more, as he saw what was meant for him in the dark 
mind.

End of part nine
Feedback? I know I'm bad so I will hide till the other part comes out.

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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(10/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: June 29, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Ten

Rio de Janeiro
Friday, August 22nd
20:00 pm

     Skinner and Plumper were lodged in the Delegate's large house
near the Ipanema beach. If it wasn't for Chico's disappearance 
and his two trouble some agents, Skinner would have enjoyed his stay.
He wouldn't have stayed there, as he didn't want to be a burden, but  
Washington had insisted. He was very hospitable, and it was fun to
observe his numerous family members, so different of any he knew 
before. And thank God, all spoke at least a bit of English, excluding the 
baby naturally, who kept crawling towards him all the time, the instant 
they got there.

      They only talked about the case, when they were alone, after dinner.

      "Donato's body is still there, Walti."

      Skinner sat back on the couch and said: "That's what I feared. We 
think, this ... Donato is bringing them to Brasil. The killings of boys 
Chico's age finished at once when they were taken, before that there 
had been found all second day a boy's body."


Somewhere in the ocean
Saturday, August 23rd
in the morning

     The soft motion of the waves until now was interrupted by a sudden 
jolt and the lightning and thunder bolts took the crew of the little ship by 
surprise. The growing wind was beginning to throw it like a toyship in
a bathtub to it's own demandor. 

     Mulder and Scully felt miserable and weak since their last encounter
with the evil being last night. The little boy between them was silent and
seemingly deep in thought. They were hungry from not getting 
anything to eat and drink for two days. They began to feel 
really sick by the rocking motion of the ship, which suddendly began 
to increase. It seemed to keep on for hours, suddenly ending as
it began.  It seemed as if nothing had happened.


Their door opened and the sudden glare of light burned in their
eyes, after being enclosed for hours in the dark cell.

     "Stand up!" the growling voice of one of the coated guards ordered,
and yanked first Mulder out shoving him around. Mulder almost couldn't 
stand, weak as he was and from the awkward position he had to keep
himself in the tiny cubicle. He fell to his knee and soon a foot connected
with his already sore ribs, so that he gasped for air and curled himself 
like a fetus.  As another foot connected, his eyes began to tear."
 
     "Stop it, you bastard!" shouted Chico and Scully in unisound. While
Scully was still struggling to stand, Chico advanced the man and gave 
him a certain golp of Capueira with his tiny feet, but not tiny enough 
to hurt and the man himself fell to the ground holding his guts.
   
     Another man held the raging boy, who was only seeing red and 
the arm which held him.  Chico bit it, and kicked backwards, aiming 
for the knee, and missed, as the man had already freed him while 
holding his injured hand. 

     "Oh you Brazilian wild cat, I will teach you not to ... ." The man 
began to say but was interrupted by the appearence of the ghostlike 
entity who shoved him away of the tiny boy.

     "What's going on here?! I said to prepare them and nothing else."
said the entity holding all in check with his burning eyes. Silently 
they bound the hands of the kidnapped trio, not without struggle but 
shoved them to the next cabin where there were three big boxes, and 
some kind of machine in the middle. Another coated man approached
Mulder and picked him with a syringe with some green liquid in it, a
third of it was injected into his right arm before he fell limp into the
steel grip of the two who held him. Then the man approached Scully 
and Chico and injected them with the rest." 

       The men put first Mulder's  limp body into the mashine and shoved 
a mask over his face like the ones used by the divers.

       It was impossible for Mulder to move a finger  in his state, but
he could nevertheless hear and feel all what was going on around him.
A brown substance began to fill the mashine warm to his skin, soon it
covered him completely.


Rio de Janeiro, PD
Monday, August 25th
05:30 pm

     "Our cover man in the Favelas said there were some rumours about
some rituals, but he couldn't find out more than that. It's held in deep
secret. The only lead he could give was to go to Mamae Oxum." Said
Washington but flushed a bit by that, what didn't pass unnoticed by the 
AD and agent Plumper. 

     "Whose that Mamae Oxum?" asked Skinner and raised an eyebrow 
as the delegade was really blushing now. 

     "Well, Umbanda woman." When he saw Skinner's blank face to it
he continued. "It's a medium, ahm ... Fortune teller. Some kind, I don't 
know the exact word for it. She helps us sometimes." 

     "Well, if she can be of any help. Let's go, after this encounter 
with this Donato it really doesn't matter who we ask for help." Said
Skinner with a slight grin. "Nevertheless we also have the help of 
some clairvoyants, when we are stuck in an investigation of abductions."

     "Sure? So let's go then. She attends only from seven pm up. Time 
enough so we can buy some candles and other stuff she needs. Andi 
please, she's ... she's very , well, peculiar, do all she demands or she
will leti us down. Probably she's totally different from the ones you 
know from USA. And iti can go a little bloody, because she is noti one
of the common clairvoyants, she's also the ialorix , the bab  of 
Umbanda. She lives outside the city in a very old house, more a hut than
a proper house, it's very rustic."

      After an hour and a half they reached the hut. It was indeed very 
rustic, nothing the AD and the agent had seen before, it was surrounded
by banana trees and other kinds of trees they had never seen before. 
It  reminded them more of the jungle than anywhere else. To tell the 
truth, when they left the big city, they were soon on a long road. The 
civilization seemed to quickly give way to the jungle. Where they 
looked, they could see only the green of a jungle like place, sometimes 
they could see a single house or the entrance to fazendas and that was all.
When they reached their destination also the somewhat heavy traffic on 
the single road turned less and stilled completely, when they entered one 
of the entrances to reach the silent hut. But there were some cars of all
classes there and when they got out of their car they could hear the dull
sound of drums and another instrument  acompained by the rythmic
singsang of some people.

     Washington motioned them into the hut. The floor was earthen, but 
clean. Dozens of people were standing in a circle, whose middle 
contained a very thick black woman clothed all in white, with a
white turban on her head. She had a big cuban type cigar in her
hands and occasionally puffed on it heavily . Her penetrating gaze 
met immediately with Skinner's, she pointed at him and said something in a
strange growling voice, he couldn't understand and it didn't seem
Portuguese either. A very old black man, dressed in white like the others in
the room, came towards them.

     *Sr. Washington, Mamae Oxum says you have to wait in the other
room. She is going to attend to you alone after the reunion. Please come
this way. And you are not clothed properly, please make these men
you brought change their clothes to the white ones I'll give you.*

     "We have to wait in the other room. Until the reunion is done. And
we have to change our clothes. I forgot to mention that people can just 
come in white clothes. Sorry, but it is necessary." 





     "No problem, if it helps." Said Skinner after a look at Plumper and
followed with them the old black man to another room. He could feel 
the burning gaze of the old thick woman following them. He looked 
around a bit and could make out in the corners and walls images of
catholic saints as well as from Indios and old-blacks. The air was 
filled with the heavy scent of the candles, flowers and the strong scent
of fumigating sticks, bottles and more weird stuff.

    The sound of the drums went through and through their bodies, and 
gave the two FBI men a slight chill. Finally the drums went silent and
they heard the several cars drive away. 


    The door opened and the thick woman entered by bows of the old 
black man. Her gaze was only upon Skinner in the penetrating way,
never wavering. She approached him till she was was inches of his face.

    "You, I waitedi for you, my soldier against the evil exu. The sailor."
She said in her growling voice and continued in her surprisingly good
English, even Washington was startleg to hear. "It's noti easy what you
seeki for. Lucky you the Caboclos, the ancient Indios and the Er^s, the
children spirits are on your side to help againsti the evil spiriti. He tooki
your little boy and the white pair of the Caboclo. That was his mistake."


    She smiled then and sat on a big white chair and the black old man
brought her another big cigar.

   "But how is it possible, Mamae Oxum? He is dead and his body is still 
buried." Asked Washington.

    "His death only freed its evil spirit. He was a big Macumbeiro and 
the evil spirit quiumba and his soul he sold. But he died too soon, so he 
couldn't go back to his earthen body, he needs the changeling in the
form of a pure spirit. He prepared his way by killing some children, 
but the only one to give him all the power is this man's boy." She 
looked again at Skinner with a searching gaze and waved him to step 
closer and sit down beside her on a little stool. It was a little difficult 
for him to sit down, as the stool was indeed very low. "You have to 
bring the woman you love here for the final battle of the spirits."

     "I can't bring her here." 

     "Sure you can." She interrupted him, before he could continue. 
"She has a strong spirit and her love to you and the boy and the pair 
is indeed needed as much as yours. It's not a simple spirit to handle
with your gun anymore. They are here now. You have two days to bring 
her with you here. A day longer and it will be too late for all of them.
Go now, there's nothing more I can do for you else without the woman.
I will light the candles you brought and the offers to calm the exus. Go
now." She stood up and left the room.


Rio de Janeiro, Harbor 
Monday, August 25th
in the evening

       Three long wooden boxes were unloaded from the little ship 
ancoured by the harbor of Rio. A custom officer stopped the men, before 
they could heave it into a waiting truck. They obeyed and lowered the
boxes to the ground and opened one of the boxes. 

      *What's this?* asked the customer officer curious, as he looked at 
the odd brown statue of a man.

      *As written in the papers, it's one of the three statues to be used in
a new Brazilian movie. It's from America. Hollywood.* 
 
      *Oh! Hollywood! Who will be the artists?* 

      *Bruna Lombardi and Malu Mader. It will be a thriller.* 

      *La Lombardi and Malu Mader? I just love them.* He stepped
closer and touched the odd statue. It was strangely warm to the touch.

      *It's a new material they use there, that's why the director had to
import it.* 

      *Sure, I'm looking forward to watch the movie.*

      Without further problems the men drove away with the huge truck.

End of part ten
Feedback? sorry to be so mean to Mulder, it gave me a heatbreakbut it 
seems something is afecting me. Sigh. Well, if cancerman was 
near I think I would have sincerely damaged him. He's lucky, he's not
in this part. But what isn't can still be. Feedback appreciated.
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(11/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne
DATE: July 03, 1997
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br
 
DISCLAIMER: See part one.
 
Part Eleven
 
Rio de Janeiro
by the Delegate
Monday, August 25th
11:55 pm
 
      Skinner saw no other way but to ask Maggie to catch the next
flight to meet him in Rio. He thought he was crazy to even acknowledge
what the woman had said, but in a way she seemed sincere to him. He
sighed, this case was more of an X-File than anything else. Too weird
for his taste. It was one thing to read about them in Mulder's and
Scully's report-files but to actually live one was another thing.
 
      He was alone in the living room, everybody had gone to sleep an
hour ago and he was too nervous to sleep. He had had more nightmares 
than before and almost all involving Chico.
 
      He went to the balcony and stared at the wide open ocean. Rio
was beautiful at night. Even in this late hour of the night the endless  
stream of the headlights from the cars kept going on. The streetlights 
were balancing gently by the steady ondulation of the waves. He could
hear the soft urging sound of the sea, the waves breaking on the sandy
beach of Ipanema, and he could make out some people dancing to the
sound of their drums in the heartgoing beat of Samba. It was a warm
evening, even though it was winter, as he had been told,. Yeah, it was
just like Chico had told him, the city seemed never to sleep. He sighed,
and hoped his tiny boy was still fine and nothing had happened to him
and his two agents.

      Only when it began to clear on the horizon he realized that a new 
day had begun. The hours had rushed through the night with him
standing on the balcony. Suddenly a tiny hand tugged at his pants legs.
He looked down, it was the crawling baby. He smiled at the little girl,
who demanded to be pulled up.
 
      "So, little girl, how did you manage to break out of your room?"
he asked whispering and pulled her up.
 
      "I hope she never manages it, Sr. Walter. I wouldi have a hearti
attachi. Didi you stay awake alli nighti? That's not goodi. You have to
sleepi. Come ini. Breakfasti willi be ready in some minutes."
Washington's wife said smiling at the huge American. Her accent was
heavier than Washington's, and almost all word seemed to end with the
"tshii" sound.

     After an hour Skinner and Detective Paulo Saiko drove to the
airport. Maggie's flight would arrive anytime.
 
Rio de Janeiro,
In the woods
Tuesday, August 26th
in the morning
 
      Mulder felt like hell. His body was aching and he couldn't move
a finger. And for an endless time, it seemed to him, all of his
bodiy function seemed to have ceased but his breathing.
 
     Finally a strong light entered through a widening breach into the
brown mass he was embedded. The face of one of the coated men
appeared. The rest of the mass was torn apart. He could only see the
ceiling of an old house as it was still impossible for him to move.
 
      He was brought to a dark room and lowered down to the earthen
floor. The men left him in the dark. Not long after he could see Scully
from the corner of his eye being left beside him. But the tiny boy wasn't
left with them. They locked the door.
 
      Only after hours he managed to move his fingers a bit, when he
heard Scully's low voice calling him.
 
      "Mulder. Are you okay?"
 
      He smiled at that and was surprised he could. The stuff they injected
them seemed to wear off. He was really relieved, it was too disturbing
to be impossiblized to move. "You bet. What about you?" he
asked and tried to move his head to her side. He managed it barely and
felt a sudden pain going through his stiff neck, but nevertheless he
turned his head to Scully's side.
 
      Time given, their movement improved more. Finally Mulder managed
to crawl near Scully. She sat slowly up and flexed her numb limbs and
turned towards Mulder as she had heard him wince.
 
      "Let me check your ribs. As I was afraid of. They are cracked
and at least two are broken." She groped around and found a sheet,
or what she thought was a sheet, by the feel of it. It was thin so it 
was easy to shred it and she bandaged Mulder's ribcage tightly, or as
good as she could manage with it. And then gave him a kiss.

      Mulder was glad Scully couldn't see his face, as his eyes began
to tear again with the pain which shot through him.
 
      "I don't know about you, but I have enough to be thrown around. What
do you think of a frontal attack?" she asked and stood up groaning a
bit. After a while she stood steady on her feet and helped Mulder up.
 
      "My thought too. Let me catch some breath first and then we can
search around if we find something which can help us. I couldn't see
anything, when I got in here, what about you?"
 
     "The only thing I could see was a box in a corner and a bed." Said
Scully and touched her way around in the pitch-dark room. She reached
around when she heard Mulder groan again. "What happened?" she
asked, concerned.
 
      "Well, it did find me." He muttered.
 
     "Huh?"
 
     "The damn box hit me." He said and rubbed his sore sides. It 
really wasn't his day, or better, days to think of.
 
     "Give me a break, Mulder." She got close to him and reached for
the box. "It's empty. Shsh, someone is coming."
 
     They heard the door being unlocked and a soft light came through
the opening door, to reveal just one of the coated man. Scully crashed
the box over the head of the man and Mulder managed to take the gun
from the limp hand. He gave him another blow with the handle of the
gun to knock the cringing man totally out.
 
     Slowly after an affirming nod to each other they got out of the
room all the while glancing around. They pressed themselves on the
corridor walls and continued forward. There was another door and  they
could hear the raging voice of Chico coming from behind it. Mulder
took hold of the doorhandle and opened it slowly. They could see Chico
kicking the leg of one of the men. Another one was standing with his
back to the door.  Mulder hit him too with the gun handle while Scully
took the weapon.
 
      "Don't come near me." Said the man who grabbed Chico in his arms,
and held him with his big hand around the throat. "Throw your guns away,
or I kill him." He said with a threatening voice. Chico kicked savagely
at the knees of the man and momentarly felt his grip loosen a bit.
Without further thinking he bit into the hand forcefully and yanked
free. Like a flash Scully was beside him and kicked the man repeatedly
and finally knocked him out by a last blow into his guts.
 
     There  seemed to be no other men in the house and they went to the
front door. Mulder opened it a bit, but closed it again afterwards. All
the men were there constructing something, but he couldn't find out what.

     "We have to find another way out of here, they are all spread around
in front of the house." Said Mulder whispering. They looked around and
saw a window in the back. They opened it carefully and looked out.
There was nobody there. Scully got first out of the window and helped
Chico and then Mulder. He was really in a bad shape, but managed to
get out.
 
     They were surrounded by woods. After some questioning they decided
to continue south for a while and then  change direction. They
got a good distance to the old house until it disappeared behind
the thickening wood.
 
Rio de Janeiro
Tuesday, August 26th
in the evening
 
      Skinner was really apprehensive when they got to the house of 
Mamae Oxum, with Maggie, Agent Plumper and Washington. All wore
white clothes. It was a warm evening, occacionally a soft breeze
refreshed the damp August evening. They were still in winter, but all
the days he was there he didn't see a cold day or night so far.
Nevertheless Washington wore a light jacket, as he felt cold. For him
lower than 70* Fahrenheit was cold. That made Maggie imagine what
the summer was like in Rio.
 
      The last cars of the other visitors where leaving the house and the old
black man motioned them to follow him. This time they were led to the
main room, empty now, but still full with the statues of all kind and
sizes. 

     Some young women and girls, of different types from blondes to
mulates, were silently lighting the candles in the colors of white and
light blue. Some men from all shades of white to black were sitting
in a corner of the room with their instruments, some they had never
seen before. They were playing to the heartgoing rhythmn of the drums.
A colorful instrument in the shape of an arrow and a coconut at his
base gave a strange sound to add to the supernatural feeling they felt.
 
      The young women sat down in front of a big white chair, and Mamae
Oxum entered the room with the old man. She sat down in the big chair
and waved Skinner and the others to approach her.
 
      "Sit here, beside me." She said to Maggie, who sat on the little
stool. She was really amazed at all she heard and saw so far. But to
find Dana, Fox and Chico she would do anything. The older woman was
beautiful, even as she was very over weight. The dark face shone a
harmony through which made her ebony face even more beautiful,
seeming like an African Queen in her white lace dress and the turban-like
hat.
 
     "They are fine for now but the evil is behind them." The woman
looked up then and waved to the musicians. Slowly a small group of men
and women entered from another door and stood in a circle around the
present people and began to sing. Some seemed to be in a trance. 
Suddenly one of the women entered into the circle and began to shudder 
as if she was having a seizure and whisper in a strange strangled voice.
 
    The old woman stood up from her chair and entered the circle. The old
man gave her a cuban-like cigar and she began to puff it into the face
of the shuddering woman whose face had become evil-like and the pupils
turned white.
 
       She hissed to mamae Oxum in a strange language but what was more
chilling, that her voice had turned into a growling male voice. They
hissed back and forth for a while and without any forewarning the
woman tried to advance mamae Oxum her hands where suddenly like
claws. Skinner stepped between them in a reflex motion, before the claw
could hit her but it sliced his forearm instead. Mamae Oxum threw a
liquid over the face of the fierceful woman and held Skinner away from
the woman on the floor. She was screaming in the howling voice of a
man and suddenly a dark smoke left her body and she calmed down.
When she raised her face the fierce look had left her and it was serene
as before as if nothing had happened at all. Maggie was at Skinner's
side to treat the deep cuts on his forearm.
 
      "Let me treati iti. What did you think in comming between us, sailor?
You couldi have diedi. Buti, thank you, it's a very strong evil spiriti as
I said before and was very angry, somethingi happenedi. We have to
prepare for the battle to come."
End of part 11
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(12/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: July 08, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.
COM: The i's on the ends on some words are the pronounciations of
the people here in English an e like the one in be, by d and t endings
more like a tshii sound, particularly more pronounced by Cariocas how
the citizens of Rio are called.

Part Twelve (Mistic)

State of Rio de Janeiro, 
Somewhere in the woods 
Tuesday, August 26th
in the evening

     It was hot in the forest, the only sound they heard was their
own hard breath and the occacional jungle sounds. They were on the 
run for hours now. Mulder was still leading but almost at the end of 
his strength. The aching pain in his broken ribs almost made him pass
out, but he continued, knowing, the farther away they were, the better
the chances were to escape. But the first who passed out with a heart 
breaking scream was the tiny boy.

     "Chico!" shouted Scully and bent down beside him. "Come, little 
one, what's the matter?" she asked gently as the boy's eyes fluttered 
open after a minute. The huge crystal-blue eyes were filled with tears 
of pain, whimpering and holding his stomach. He began to 
curl up and whine in earnest now. Scully checked him over and
felt a slight swelling at the spot he held. He was so much slimmer 
almost pure bones  as before he had been adopted by Skinner. 

     Mulder sat carefully down beside them and began to caress the 
sweaty strands of blond hair. The left palm of the tiny boy caught his
attention. The sign on it was now in a very dark red. He didn't like 
it, it gave him a bad feeling. "What's the matter with him?" He asked
distressed and winced, as if it was himself, when the boy cramped more 
before his eyes with a sudden shudder and then was still. 

     "I don't know, but I don't like this swelling on his stomach." She 
removed a bit of the t-shirt to look at the stomach of the boy. There 
was a dark-blue hematom over the swelling and another was 
beginning on the tiny chest. She had never seen anything like that 
in her life. And decidedly she didn't like it at all. "I can do nothing 
for him. He's unconscious now. We have to take him to a hospital, 
Mulder. And you too. Let's move on." 

     "I'll take him." Said Mulder wincing a bit when he got up.

     "No, I'll take him, and you lead the way. And don't arg. You know 
as well as I do that you're almost in the end of your strength. Or, do you 
wantme to wind up carrying the two of you? That I surely can't 
handle." She said with a half smile on her lips by the last statement.

     

Rio de Janeiro
Tuesday, August 27th
in the morning

     They were still at Mamae Oxum's hut outside Rio. Even as the hut
was poor, it was clean and larger as they thought it was. She offered 
them a room, where they all slept in several rustic beds. It was too
late for them to return to Rio and they had to return anyway in the 
morning. 

     Even though he didn't sleep the previous night, he remained awake 
for hours with Maggie curled beside him in his arms, as they shared a 
bed. His wound burnt a bit but after Mamae Oxum's ministrations
it wasn't as bad as it seemed in the first place. He still couldn't believe 
what he had seen with his eyes what had happened last evening. 
Maggie took all very lightly and didn't have shown any fear.
There was more a determined fierceness in her sight, which amazed him 
and made him love her all the more. He didn't tell her yet what 
Dr. Nichols had said about Chico and the swellings. Finally he slept 
the remaining hours left.

     "Walt, wake up." Said Maggie softly some hours later to the
sleeping man beside her. Even in his sleep there was a rug between
his eyes telling stories of his restless and preocupied nights and days,
till the disappeareance of Chico, Dana and Fox. Now that it seemed, 
that her daughter and Fox had finally found each other, this being 
took them and the sweet little boy, she loved now as much as it would 
have been her own child. 

     She had already taken a shower in the primitive but clean bathroom
before she went back to the room, they, Washington, Plumper and Walt
shared. 
  
     Skinner awoke with a start by the soft sound of the voice. 
"Morning." He whispered after a kiss on her mouth.

      "You can take a shower in the bathroom." She smiled and helped 
him up. When they were in front of it she said smiling. "But let me 
tell you first the rules of it." 

     The shower consisted in a watercane and a shower piece on it. It
was tied to eletricity by a simple cable without further securities, in 
order to have warm water you had to turn a switch to warm water mode
at the piece itself, before you turned the water on. That is if you didn't
mind a shock otherwise. And no toiletpaper into the vase. He shook 
his head and thought seriously first, if he shouldn't take a cold shower.

     When he came out Washington was already awaiting his turn and 
Plumper was coming out from the small bedroom as well, rubbing his
eyes. But he stopped mid yawn, when one of the young women
passed him, in his eyes the prettiest of all as he had noticed yesterday. 
She was very exotic with her long almost-to-her-waistband reaching 
black hair with it's blue gleam. Her face was Hawaiian-like in a 
way. He supposed she had something Indio in her, she was short, but
what legs.

     "Tststs, Agent Plumper, don't forget to breathe again." said the AD
to the startled man and followed the young woman to the kitchen, where
Maggie was already waiting. Plumper followed him, a bit flushed in his 
face. 

     "Jurema, can you please bring the coffee for our guests?"asked 
Mamae Oxum the long hair, with a wide smile on her full lips.

     "Sure, Mamae Oxum." she said obediently with a slight glance to the 
handsome American.


Somewhere in the woods
Wednesday, August 27th
in the evening

     Suddenly the world seemed to break apart. The immediate 
surroundings became as cold as if they were back in Alaska. The 
howling sound of pure rage made Mulder and Scully with her tiny 
burden run much faster.

     But they were without a chance against the evil being. A heavy 
blow from nowhere launched Mulder some feet away and he smacked 
against a tree trunk. In his agony he felt his right shin bone crack 
with the impact, but without further thinking he crawled back to Scully 
and the little boy. He froze, when he saw Scully being launched into 
the air and thrown towards a near bush and crash on the ground. 

     The only one who remained still in this havoc of whirling leaves 
and branches and all which remained loose, was the tiny boy, still 
unconscious.
 
     The evil being appeared like a dark shadow in his black coat and 
pulled Mulder effortlessly only inches from his face. The burning eyes
were observing him with a sardonic gleam.

     "Did you think, you could run away from me? I'll teach you to ..."

     "Stop iti. You promisedi." The little boy shout, struggling to sit up,
and face the evil demon. He wasn't any more afraid for himself, but 
for his two friends. *You promised.* he said with regained force in
Portuguese.

     *And you promised too.* Retorted the demon in the same language
and held Mulder higher into the air, as if preparing to slamm him to 
the ground.

     *Don't! I promised and I will hold on it. But, please, don't hurt 
them anymore.* The boy begged and got up on unsteady feet. He was
hurting less, but he could still feel something grow within himself, 
but he wasn't going to think about it. He missed his father, and the 
tiny shoulders sagged down a bit. He never was going to see him again 
or Maggie, but he would be strong and bear it. With a new resolve 
forming he held his shoulders proudly up again, he was a Skinner now,
and Papai would be proud of him.


Mamae Oxum's hut
Same evening

     "He has them again." Said the old woman and poured some more
spices into the smoking bowl. "We have tilli Friday nighti to findi his
hiding place. It's somewhere neari Rio. Come here, sailor. Iemanj , 
the Queen of the Ocean, is on your side, the Caboclos and the Er^s.
I know, you're noti a believer, but you don'ti have to be. Just don't
make them angry at you by laughing or something else on the ritual
I'm performing. There is more between Heaven and Earth than just 
your scientific ways. Come here, woman, sit beside him and take his 
hands in yours, as your mother strength is what the evil fears more."

     She held her hands out to recieve a bowl from Jurema full of some
water it seemed and white rose petals. "All thinki now just on the 
three. Invision them healthy and secure in your arms." Slowly she 
began to splash the bowls contents over the heads of Skinner and Maggie
while walking around them and talking all the time in a strange 
guttural language. Suddenly a dark shadow was forming in the middle 
of the room and the warm temperature sank some degrees. Like a blur
the phantom-like shadow reached for Skinner and Maggie. They could
only see the claw hand trying to hit them. In pure reflex Skinner 
embraced Maggie to protect her against it. He could feel his back 
burning by the crawls. Strange white smoke circles were forming around
them, and the dark shadow disappeared like it had appeared. The white
smoke circles transformed themselves into shiny humanoid forms.

     The first was the translucent form of a beautiful white woman. 
Her long straight black hair reached her waist, waving as if she was 
in the water. Her eyes were blue, like the ocean, her mouth small but
full with ruby like lips, smiling now to them, with a sad but seductive
glance in her eyes. 

     Mamae Oxum bowed her head in marvel and whispered, "Od^-ia-^,
Iemanj !" 

     The young women began to sing in a tender and lamented song.

     The second was the form of an Indio with a bow in his hands and 
the last the form of a child, as they appeared they disappeared, 
leaving nothing behind as the strong sent of roses and the smell of 
the sea and jungle.

     Not only the Americans felt a chill by the events.

     The drum sounds were increasing in its intoxicating rythmn and 
all were ordered to kneel down and hold their hands together in a 
circle. Mamae Oxum remained in the middle and splashed more of the 
bowls content over all of them while murmuring in the gultural
language. She went back to the big kettle and poured the rest of the
water and petals in it and waved them to come near.

     "Watchi and continue to holdi your hands."

     Images were forming on the smoky superficie in the kettle. Mulder's
face appeared, distraught and with trails of tears on the slightly dirty
cheeks. Soon Scully's face appeared and nestled between them they saw
Chico sleeping as all of them, not less dirty, resting his head on 
Mulder's chest and encircling Scully's waist with his right arm. He
had his left thumb in his mouth like a little child seeking for 
protection. The images gained more force for a moment, but zoomed out
to show the dark room they were in and then the surroundings of the
old fashioned hut.

     "Chico." Skinner whispered in dispair, when the images finally 
disappeared in the kettle and nothing could be seen as the white petals
swimming gentle in the clear water, with their own reflection mirroring
to them. 

End of part twelve
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(13/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: July 13, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.
Part Thirteen

Somewhere in the woods
Friday, August 29th
in the afternoon

     The three captives could hear the steady hammering outside the 
hut for hours now. Mulder felt miserable and exhausted. 

     Scully bandaged Mulder as well as she could. The boy begged 
for wood sheets to immobilize Mulder's broken shin bone. But she knew 
that he and Chico needed a hospital more than anything. The swellings 
had grown more pronounced and in several parts of his tiny frame. His
body temperature was a little hot to the touch, but thank God he seemed
to be without pain this time. He was just very tired.

     They had been left alone in the dark room since their recapture. 
Scully laid back beside Mulder and took the tiny boy into her arms
caressing his moist strands of blond hair from his forehead.

     "You knowi, it's all my faulty. I shouldn'ti have gone with Papai. 
I shouldi have remainedi in the streets where I belongi. So nothingi
wouldi have happenedi to you alli." the boy said with a sad gaze to 
them.

     "Here you go. Are you taking lessons from Mulder? Nothing is 
your fault, Chico. Skinner loves you so much. Somehow we are going
to get through this. You will see. And we all love you so much, don't 
we, Mulder?" She looked at him, taking his hand into hers, smiling.

     He smiled back and caressing the silky hair of the boy reassured,
"You will see, any moment Skinner will come storming in and rescuing
us from this havoc. Sure, he will kick my butt for being captured 
again. He won't miss it." He leaned back. His body ached all over.

     "He surely won't do it, Tio Foxi. " The boy yawned and laying his 
head down on Mulder's chest, said almost whispering. "He loves you 
and Tia Dana very muchi. Why don'ti you like iti when I calli you Tio
Foxi? It's such a nice name. In Brazil we alli calli other people by the
firsti name. And ..." Chico fell asleep, he was so tired.

     They awoke when the men came in and yanked Chico out of their 
protective arms. 

     "Hey!" shouted Scully and tried to get up. She was shoved back, 
falling hard on Mulder. He winced in pain, but held her tight to him.

     The men in red went out with the boy and let them locked in. 

     "Are you okay, Mulder?" She examined him. The door opened again. 
The men dragged them out with such a harshness that they almost hit 
on the doorframe. And finally they could see what all that hammering 
was about.

     Beside the little hut the men had raised a church like construction.
There was only one wall, where also a big altar has been erected. On 
it they could see the tiny naked frame of Chico. The boy was shuddering
in the fresh evening air. The swellings were more pronounced now.

     There were two stacks like totems beside the altar and they were 
bound to them. Mulder to the right and Scully to the left, in a half 
standing position. On the other side there were a handful of the men 
in red playing drums and other instruments. The sound was reveberating 
through the wood. The roof part over the altar was open to the dark 
sky with the first stars shining through, illuminating the altar with 
the tiny boy on it. Hundreds of red and black candles iluminated the 
rest of the tent-like construction.

     There was no sign of the evil being yet. All the men in red, 
about thirty, gathered around the altar in a half circle. They began
to hum to the steady tact of the drums. Three of them entered the half 
circle and began to sing in a strange growling language. Their voices 
were so deep that the ground vibrated a bit.

     Two men from each side approached Mulder and Scully. They held 
their left wrists up and bleeding them  with sharp daggers let the blood 
flow into golden goblets. When they were almost filled, two of them 
went to the altar and standing motionless beside the two ends held the 
goblets up in front of them. 

     Mulder sagged down, he felt very weak, the only thing that was 
holding him up a bit was that he was still bound to the totem by his
wrists above his head as well as Scully. It made him feel worse to see
her this way. Her right face side was blue by a blow she had recieved 
from one of the bastards, when she tried to help him. In the corner of 
her mouth he could still see the blood. He was beginning to feel an 
uncontrollable rage towards all in his own helplessness.

     Scully saw his gaze to her and licked the blood away from the 
corner of her mouth. Her right face side was in pain, but she didn't 
let out a sound. She had never shouted out in pain, and wasn't going to
do it now. Playing with her brothers she had learnt soon to show no 
pain, in order not to be called a whiny girl. She looked at Mulder again,
smiling, and straightened herself up. The blood had slowed down to 
flow from the wrist cuts and began to dry on their arms.

     She looked to the tiny frame on the altar. Chico seemed in a trance. 
Only the steady movement from his chest reassured her that he was 
still alive. It broke her heart to see him so battered. He was so small. 
His eyelids fluttered open and he looked at them. He managed a little 
smile before he closed his eyes again.

     There was a crescendo in the voices of the three men in the half 
circle. The air turned cooler. A small mist was forming among the three 
men. Soon it transformed into the dark shadow of the evil being, with 
his back to the altar. Slowly he turned around. First the fiery eyes 
gazed towards the tiny still frame of the boy, smiling. The burning 
gaze held the couple captive when he turned to them and he was slowly
approaching.

     He held first Mulder's head up, gently first and observed him 
intensively. The stale smell of death and rottenness was making Mulder
nauseous, when the pock-marked face was inches from his own. The
red gleaming eyes burnt like fire into his soul, holding him captive and
he felt a shudder going through him. The grip on his head became
tighter like forged steel, hurting his temples. A headache was forming
all the more, it felt like his brain was being violated by the other.
Finally the being released him and went towards Scully. 

     Mulder sagged down again in a semi state of unconsciousness. The 
dull pain in his head made him vomit. He forced himself to open his 
eyes to see what the entity was doing to his Scully. 

     "What a pity. You would give such pretty slaves." The entity 
whispered observing Scully with his intensive burning gaze. He inclined 
his head to one side and passed his long rotten tongue over his own 
small lips. He longed to take more of their strong lifeforces into 
himelf, but he had already taken too much from them, more would be 
threatening to their lives. The boy was more important, and to have him 
willingly to go through it he had to let them free. But what a pity.

     He let go of her too and turning back to the tiny frame on the 
altar, looked up through the hole in the roof over the altar. He 
could already see a little part of the full moon shining through. The
time of transformation was near. Waving to the two men in red to 
come near and taking the goblets from their hands, they sipped at one 
then at the other, drinking a part of the fresh blood. He could already 
feel life itself. 
  
     The boy was motionless on the altar, pale to the moonlight. The
entity wet his fingertip with the remaining blood and began to write
on the tiny forehead the same sign as the one on the fragile palm and
continued to write over the chest strange symbols 'til all the body 
was overwritten by them and gave the goblets back to the two men in 
red. "All of you, my children, drink. Eternity will be awaiting you, 
who remained faithful to me."  One by one took a sip of the blood 
until the last of them emptied the goblets.

     The moonlight was now directly over the pale tiny frame, 
iluminating it. Chico opened his eyes, he knew what was going to 
happen and was scared, but never averted his gaze from the burning
eyes, now fiery. He could see the claw-like hands coming towards him
holding his head between them. The entity's body began to gleam in
a red light and darkening 'til it reached the color of purple wine. 
He could feel something flow into him through the sparks of the 
glimmer around the entity's body. It wasn't hurting, but he felt weaker
and weaker and soon he was drifting to a semi-consciousness. 
 
     He felt like he was in a dream. Dark shadows surrounded him first, 
to give place one by one to lightning ones, glimmering in pure light 
rosa and  a stronger light blue.

     "No!" he could hear someone scream. He ringed to open his eyes, but 
his lids felt so heavy and he drifted into darkness. 

     Unbeknownst to him hell broke lose around the altar. The claw 
hands losened their grip on the tiny frame. The entity growled in 
rage by the disturbance of his ritual. It was almost fullfilled. 

     He looked up to the hole in the roof. He was in enraged.
The hour had passed. It was too late. And then he saw him. The one who 
had killed his mortal body. The entity let go of the boy, he was useless 
for the time being anyway, and turning roared to his men. 

     "Kill them all, my children. Kill them." Suddenly all the place was
full of Policemen and two women. The entity launched for the one with 
the white lace dress but flinched away, when she threw a powder towards 
him. Where the powder had touched it burnt the rotten flesh away. 
The howl of pure agony unleashed a storm. All the people struggled to 
keep upright.

     A dark mist was forming around them, which separated itself to 
transform into eerie humanoid forms from the worst nightmare. One 
police officer was struck down by one of the evil forms. 

     Skinner broke his way through trying to reach Chico on the altar on
the other side. The men in red attacked him from all sides. He almost 
froze in his tracks, when he saw one of them attacking Maggie. He didn't 
know, where he had been with his mind to bring her along, after they 
found out with Mamae Oxum's help where this place was. But knew 
deep within himself, that nothing would have held Maggie back. Nothing 
at all. He struggled to reach her but stopped in midway. She already 
had taken care of the attacker. He never thought she had a right fist like 
that and would be able to knock the man out. Now he knew where Scully 
had her resolve from, and stubborness and what else more. 

     Chico was still motionless on the altar. He seemed tinier than before.
The AD reached him and checked for his pulse. It was faint, but still 
there. He sighed with relief and snuggling him into his arms turned
away from the altar. Donato was some feet away from him, the burning 
eyes observing him with hatred in his gaze, but couldn't approach him.
Washington and Plumper were in his way. A blow from one of the men
in red almost broke his nose. The AD staggered a bit back with his light
burden in his arms, but recuperated rapidly and shook his head. His 
nose was bleeding slightly. He held Chico in one arm and smashed his
fist into the other's face that he fell some feet away and hit his 
head on the stone altar before another attacked. But for this one he was
prepared and his fist touched the other's chin and knocked him out.

     The entity finally approached Scully still bound to the stack, but
struggling to break free of it. She had almost succeeded when she felt 
the evil being holding her head between his ugly claws. The pock-marked
face was inches from hers his mouth almost touching her trembling lips.

     Suddenly the face turned away from her and he hissed showing his 
pointed teeth in a eery grimace to the one who disturbed him. It was 
the other woman with rage in her face. She was holding a small bottle
in her hands and threw again from its content over him. He hissed in
pain now and growling released Scully from his tight grip.

     "Mom! How... What the hell are you doing here?" whispered Scully 
unbelievingly and starred at her dumbfounded. The entity moaned
when the woman threw more of the bottle's contents over him. He
retreated and shoved the policemen in his back away with a wave of 
his hands, slicing their chests with his crawls. Then he yanked Mulder
from the stack not concerned with the groans of pain from the battered 
man. He threw him over his shoulders and rushed out of the place like 
a bat out of hell. 

     "No!" shouted Scully and with all her remaining force freed herself
from the restraining cords and dashed behind the evil being with 
Mulder in his claw grip.

End of part thirteen 
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(14/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: July 25, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Fourteen

Somewhere in the woods
Friday, August 29th
at night

 
     Scully stumbled behind the evil being through the woods. She heard
other footsteps following her. The distance between her and the demon 
was increasing step by step. She couldn't see them anymore after a 
while.

     "Mulder!" she shouted and stopped a moment to take breath. Her
body was trembling with the effort of chasing the demon. First she 
thought she was having some hallucination when ghost like forms
were passing her, shining in different shades of rosa and light blue.
After a second she ran behind them, trying not to think about what 
these shinny forms meant. An impossibility, but she would think about
the scientific meaning when she had Mulder back in her arms. She 
tripped over a branch, but before she fell on the earthy ground, strong
arms held her up. She looked startled up, it was Skinner, his face 
grim, even as it loosened a bit at her sight.

     "Don't worry. We'll find him." He said already, holding her by her
elbow and running again behind the shinny forms.


A grotto in the woods up the hill
Same night

     Mulder felt miserable. He had passed out a few times and suddenly
found himself in a grotto. The cave was enormous with a natural 
illumination by its walls. More specifically, by brilliant stones, which 
formed the same sign as on Chico's palm. Mulder tried to crawl, when 
the evil being had left him not too gently on the stone ground. 

     "Where do you think you're going? Or should I say crawling? Oh no.
You'll stay here with me, my little one." The creature reached for 
Mulder and pulled him gently to him this time and began to caress 
with one nail the unmarked face tracing its edges just inches 
from his own pock-marked. Mulder squirmed and tried to pull away, but 
he held him tight with hands like steel, the eyes burning like coals 
in steady fire. His stale breath made Mulder again nauseous, it's smell
of death more pronounced now. The cold mouth descended on his 
trembling lips, the slimy tongue forced his mouth open. Mulder could 
feel it descending his throat as the times before. He choked and 
struggled to break free hitting desperately on the shoulders and 
pulling at the hair. 

     Mulder's struggle became weaker and finally he lost all his force and 
darkness surrounded him.

     The creature continued to suck at the weakening lifeforce oblivious 
to all else until he felt something pulling at his hair and a crippling 
pain going through him from his back. He growled in pain but held 
still to retrieve all of the lifeforce. He needed it to continue for another
encounter with the one who could give him eternal life. Finally he 
sensed life expelling from the still body now in his claws while the
hands of his tormentor or what they were yanked him from the lifeless 
body. 

     He was surrounded by shiny forms, etheral. Their closeness was 
hurting him and the one who had pulled on his hair came into his 
range of vision. It was the blue shinning form of an old and short 
Indio, his face distorted by pure rage. 

     The shinny forms were closing around him while he saw the red
headed woman and the hated man approach.

     "Mulder!" shouted Scully again and dashed to the lifeless body on 
the cold stone ground and kneeled beside him. She couldn't feel any 
pulse. She held him tight, rocking back and forth, desperately and 
silently weeping. It wasn't fair. 

     Skinner was in front of her with his gun ready to shoot. But of 
what use was the gun with ... ghosts? Or what the heck they were. 
Nevertheless, he aimed for the head of the creature, when it tried to
approach them.

     Scully looked up in time to see the pock-marked face laughing 
evilly at her. Only then she acknowledged the brilliant forms with 
blue and rose breezes through her teary eyes. The shinny frames were 
holding Donato captive while another shiny frame struck out, with a 
golden sword in its hands, and decapitated him. She saw the look of 
horror in the last moment on the burning eyes and felt a comfort for 
a brief moment to see the evil creature die. Something was familiar 
to her on the executor's figure while the others silently disappeared.

     Her heart stood still for a moment.

     "Paj,." She whispered unbelievingly as the executor turned around
his face as gentle as she could remember in its etherality. Her tear 
stained face turned back to Mulder. He was all that mattered to her 
at the moment. How could she live without him? She almost flinched
when she saw the etheral hand of the old Indio touching gently Mulder's
forehead, brushing the stubborn lock away of the all too pale face. 

     "Pi pyra." He murmured, smiling. He looked her deep into the eyes 
and brushed her eyes close while he called her by the name he had 
given her. "Tapitaoby." 

     When she opened them again he was gone. Mulder suddenly 
stirred in her grip, coughed heavily, and opened his eyes tiredly. 
"Scully." He said smiling and fell asleep.

     She weeped, the tears of joy now running silently down her face. A
squeezing hand on her shoulders made her look up to see Skinner's 
reassuring smile, before he turned away to meet Maggie and the tiny
boy in her arms.

     If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe what he
had seen, and still felt a chill going through him. He embraced Maggie 
and took Chico back into his arms. The tiny boy was still unconscious
but his breath was normal. Washington's white jacket was wrapped
around the naked body. He turned back to look at Donato. Mamae Oxum
was pouring a powder over him and stepped back. The creature began
to burn with high flames. It decayed in seconds leaving no trace behind.
In the end it was as if it never had existed. 

     "Let's geti outi of here." The overweight but beautiful woman 
said. "Immediately." She hushed them. The walls were trembling slightly 
and encreasing.

     *An earthquake.* Shouted a police man with wide open eyes in his
terror.

     "Don't be stupidi, GonØales. There are no earthquakes in Brazil."
Admonished Washington his man and hurried to the two agents. 
"Someone help me, with this worrysome fellowi. We have to geti out of 
here." He held Mulder up by his shoulders and Plumper and Scully by 
his feet. 

     They all hurried out of the falling cave, the walls and rocks fell 
around them almost burying one. Most of the police men were already 
out of the cave, but the courageous ones waited 'til their Delegate was 
out with his burden and helped the fallen one. 

     Skinner glanced around. All were fine. He sighed in relief. When 
they got back to the hut and the church like construction the remaining 
men clothed in red were being taken away from the place. Washington 
gave some orders in Portuguese he couldn't understand. His worried
glances balanced between Mulder and Chico. 

     Washington approached him, "Don't worry, Walti. I've orderedi
a helicoptero to bring you to the hospital as soon as possible."

     After some minutes the helicopter reached the place on the hill
near Rio and left the Delegate and his remaining police officers and
the young FBI agent Plumper behind.

     "How, the heck, am I going to explain this havok?  Paperwork.
Is iti as badi as here with paperwork in the States?" he asked Plumper
exasperated but smiling nevertheless.  He would do any paperwork 
happily as long as his American friends and the tiny boy were healed 
and safe. 


Sao Benedito Hospital in Rio
Saturday, August 30th
Past midnight.

     Skinner sat beside the bed on a stool, holding Chico's fragile 
hand while caressing with the other the sweaty locks of his tiny boy.
He was still unconscious, his small frame full of swellings in all 
shades of blue. 

     Mulder was still in surgery. Battered but back again from the 
dead as he understood it. 

     Maggie entered the room and stood beside him a hand on his 
shoulder, "Fox is fine. They will bring him in half an hour to this 
room." When Skinner looked up she saw tears silently running down 
his face. He lowered his gaze a bit, embarrassed to be found in a weak
state, but reached for her and drew her on his lap still holding with
his right the tiny hand. She lowered her head onto his shoulder 
and held hers over the two interlaced hands. 

     The door opened again and a soft smell of roses filled the air 
of the room. 

     "Noti the medicine of the men will wake up this boy. It's not 
from this world. Let Mamae Oxum take care of iti. He is justi asleepi
between our worldi and the one of the spriti. His young spirit has
suffered too much." She stood on the other side of the bed and caressed
the sweaty hair of the blond but tan boy. She began to pray in the 
strange language, closing her eyes. She didn't acknowledge when the 
door opened again and Mulder was brought in with Scully holding his
hand. The nurses silently moved him to the bed and left after a glance
to the other bed. 

     Scully tilted her head to one side and lifted her two eyebrows. 
It was rather odd to see the overweight woman, but no more odd than
seeing Skinner, all in white, with her mother sitting on his lap.It 
made her feel more distinctly that they were really going to marry.

     Mamae Oxum opened her eyes again and said whispering, "Call
him now, sailor." 

     Skinner obeyed without hesistation, "Chico. Chico, come on. Wake 
up." He could feel the tiny hand stirring, flutterly like the soft motion of
butterfly wings. He leaned a bit forward and tried to call him again. 
"Meu filho, wake up. Papai is here." He said the words he had learnt in 
Portuguese.

     The tiny head turned a bit to the side. They could hear a heavy 
inhaling breathe sound. "Papai? Papai." But he didn't wake up yet.

End of part fourteen 
Feedback? Did you like it? Was it creepy? Out of Character? ... Flame
me then. Just one thing, Chico likes to be hugged, a typical Brazilian.
Hey, did you honestly think I could kill Mulder?  No way. He needs a 
hospital so. ... Hospital???? Argh. He's still in Brazil, Brazilian Hospital.
Geee, I have to hurry to take him out of there soon.
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(15/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: July 28, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.
BTW: Meu filho means My son.

Part Fifteen

Sao Benedito Hospital in Rio
Saturday, August 30th
Past midnight.

     The tiny head turned a bit to the side. They could hear a heavy 
inhaling breath sound. "Papai? Papai."  But he didn't awake yet.

     Mulder remained motionless, just held Scully's hand tighter. She 
held his with both hands then and watched him observing Skinner when
the AD leaned further forward and began to caress the silky hair, tenderly 
with his big hand. Mulder thought about his own father. The only caress 
he had ever received from him in his life was the hug on the day his 
father had been killed. He sighed. He looked up, startled, when Scully 
was running her fingers through his hair, trying to brush away the 
stubborn lock from his forehead. She had a secret smile on her lips
and began to caress his face just with the fingertips gently tracing 
the outlines of his eyes, over his nose to his tip down to his lips. She 
leaned forward and kissed him on his lips. She sat down again but 
remained with her hand still caressing his hair, while she turned to 
watch what was going on. 

     "That's righti, sailor. Show him how much you love him. Always 
remember, thati he is a Brazilian in his hearti, a South American boy.
But I see, you already perceived it." Mamae Oxum said, smiling with 
her accented singing voice. "An affectionate kiss wouldn't harm, would 
it?"  She was smiling from one ear to the other, when the stiff marine
type American leaned fore, kissing the forehead and cheeks of the tiny 
boy. There was still hope in this big guy, she thought to herself. The 
tiny blond boy would see to it. Lucky boy, to find a new affectionate
family. 

     The boy's eyes finally fluttered open. There was a scared look
first, but focusing immediately on Skinner's face and eyes it turned
shiny by the watering crystal blue eyes. Chico laced his arms tightly 
around the large neck and kissed the whole slightly stubbly face, 
murmuring among the kisses in Portuguese. He just stopped, when
he felt Maggie's hand caressing his hair. With a happy smile he 
embraced her too with one arm, as the other still held Skinner and
kissed her with a smacking sound on the corner of her mouth. He 
whispered softly into her ear, "Mamae." 

     They were interrupted when the door opened again and a huge blond 
man entered. The doctor glanced around with his eyebrows disappearing
behind his white gold hair fringe. His eyes were incredibly green and 
began to smile. It wasn't all day he saw strangers this way. A woman
on a balding man's lap both embraced by a obviously Brazilian boy half
on their laps too. A couple on the other bed, with a red headed woman
kissing the darkhaird man and a big dark woman in a white lace dress
standing between the beds. Now he grinned. *Mamae Oxum. What 
brings you here? I hope you're not sick. Nevertheless, it's always a 
pleasure to see you here.* 

     *No, I'm healthy as always. I was just visiting these people and
trying to wake up this boy. But let's talk in English, besides Chico no 
one speaks Portuguese, Dr. Jorge.* She said still smiling from one
ear to the other and gave the doctor three smacking kisses on his 
cheeks.

     "Americans?" he asked then in perfect English. By Mamae Oxum's
affirmative nod he turned around and held his hand to the woman on
the balding man's lap. He smiled when he saw her trying to stand up.
"Don't worry. Stay seated. Nice to meet you. I'm George Stevenson
from Connecticut. Lost in Rio since the first time I stepped on this
country's ground. It seems to have glue on it or a secret spell from 
this enchanted woman with the golden heart." He shook Skinner's hand, 
while he was talking and turned to the nice couple shaking their hands
at once. One with his right and the other with his left forcefully. 
He was like a mountain rock and incredible huge, at least half a head 
bigger than Skinner. Introductions done he turned to the tiny boy.

     Chico looked up, open mouthed when the doctor approached him.
"So, that's the sleepy head everybody is talking about. Gee, what do
we have here?"

     "Where?" asked the tiny boy, whispering, and tried to look over his 
shoulder, but not ready to let go of Skinner's neck.

     "Here." Answered the doctor and reached behind Chico's ear and 
a lollipop appeared. "Odd place to hide a lollypop. Don't you think?"

     Chico giggled and lost a bit of his apprehension.

     The doctor sat half on the bed. "Could you lie down for a moment?
Then you can embrace your Daddy again. Okay? That's fine. Don't
worry, I'm just going to tickle you a bit. No tickle?" while he 
continued to talk he examined the boy. He saw a lot of swellings on
the tiny body. He had never seen something like that. But as he was 
examining, they were slowly diminuishing before his eyes. He glanced
at Mamae Oxum. She smiled twinkling her eye at him. "Mamae Oxum,
if you keep on with this, I won't have any work. There, they vanished.
Strange country. I think, I'm going fishing again. Ever thought to join 
our staff?"  He tickled the boy a bit then turned to Skinner. "We will
make some x-rays, but it seems nothing is wrong with him. After that 
settled, I think you can take him home in a few days. And you Ma'am
look that this boy gains some weight. To be slim is fine, but that is 
ridiculous. Aha, there I see I have a patient." He ruffled Chico's hair
and stood up and approached Mulder. He examined him, "Was he
in some battle? So far he is fine. A few days of rest and you can take 
him home. What was that? A vacation in this marvelous country to the
spirits? You guys never heard about beaches sun and the sea? A jungle
to visit, in a secure distance so, or what else?" He stood up. "Sorry for
the accomodation, but it was the only free room. And as you seem to
be from the same family ... . I'll let you alone now. And you young boy,
eat all they serve you. That goes for you too." He looked at Mulder. 
"It's bad for our image to have such rickety patients." He tapped at his 
own chest. "Otherwise they think, I eat all the patients food." He 
smacked on Mamae Oxum three kisses on her cheeks and left after a hug.

     "Jorge, never changes." Said Mamae Oxum smiling and turned herself
to Maggie first. "I have to go now. Take care of the two." She kissed her
on the cheeks and before Skinner could react he received the same 
treatment and she was already approaching Mulder. He stiffened a bit, 
when she kissed him on his cheeks and a third on his nose tip. "What
a sweeti guy. Oh, ifi I were some years younger." She turned to Scully 
then. "Ah, the redi headi." She gave her the traditional three kisses too 
and whispered something into her ear. Scully blushed deeply, but 
grinned. 
  
     Finally she turned back to Chico. She embraced him and gave him 
the kisses. "Don'ti forgeti to thank Iemanj  properly, Chico." The boy
nodded. After all, he was still a Brazilian, even when he was an 
American now too.

     The door opened again. 

     "Ah, this room seems like a bus waiting room. Thom s, give Mamae
Oxum a hugi before I leave. Washington, fine your here. Bring me home.
This palce is becoming to crowded. She waved a good-bye while she left, 
taking the Delegate with her. 

     "Thanks, Mamae Oxum." Called Skinner behind the retreating 
woman.

     "You can thank me by taking carethat the boy doesn'ti enter another
freeze." She turned around. "Open your eyes to the smoking man. He is
dangerous." And disappeared. Skinner raised his eyebrow, but said 
nothing. But he surely wouldn't forget the warning.

     "I'll be back in an hour, to take you home." said the Delegate before 
he hurried behind the overweight but beautiful black woman.

     Agent Plumper went to the tiny boy's bed. 

     "Hi, Tio Thom s. Fine to see you here too." The agent ruffled the
silky hair as everybody seemed to do, when they got in touch with him.

     "Hi, champion. Nice to see you back too." He turned to Skinner. 
"Sir, all the remaining men have been arrested. The most died by the 
fire exchange with the police forces. Some are drug dealers, well 
known by the police and some unknown thieves. The more infamous ones 
died. I think, this case is closed. Except convicting the men who were
arrested. I don't know what happened to Donato, and there is no trace left 
from him or what it was. The corpse in the sepulture has been cremated."

     "That should be the end of it." said Skinner and squeezed the puny 
hand of Chico reassuringly.

     "He is gone nowi." Said Chico whispering and yawned a bit. "I 
can'ti feeli him anymore. I thoughti I wasn'ti goingi to see you anymore,
Papai. And Mamae and Tio Foxi, why does he don'ti like iti when I calli 
him Foxi? It's such a nice name and he surely seems like a foxi and Tia 
Dana and Tio Thomm...." He fell asleep with a contented smile. It had 
been a long and difficult day. 


Wednesday, September 3rd

    "Finally I can get out of here. I'm sick of hospitals." Said Mulder 
when he was being wheeled out of the Brazilian hospital. Not that it 
had been that bad. In fact, he had thought it would be a less well 
equipped hospital, as they were in a third world country. But as so 
much here, the modern took partnership with the ancient. A country
full of contraries indeed.

     "So take care of yourself the next time you follow a goose chase 
or whatever. This way we don't have to visit you all the time in a 
different hospital too." Said Skinner with a raised eyebrow to his 
troublesome agent. It was a sunny day again. What a blessed winter
they had in this exotic country. He smiled at his tiny boy in his arms
and kissed him on his cheek. The boy immediately kissed him back 
while embracing him around his neck to give him a big hug. Skinner
flushed a bit, when he saw Mulder staring at him open mouthed.

     "A Limo?" Mulder asked, dumbfounded.

     "Courtesy from the Rio PD. Washington said it was the only car
they had to take all of us at once. Otherwise they had only the double
cabin Fords of the Department." Said Scully with a smile, when she 
helped Skinner and the Police man who was their driver to get Mulder
into the backseat with his leg in a cast. They all sat in the back 
seats of the large limo, Chico as usually on Skinner's lap with Maggie
beside him. Mulder was on the other side with Scully.

     The driver made some unusual maneuvers to get past the cars. 
"That's why I didn't hazard to drive here. The people are 
crazy. I hardly saw someone stopping on yellow. They pass even when 
it is becoming red. And who he walks doesn't seem to know what the 
zebra crossings are for." Said Skinner holding tightly to the handle over 
the car door. 

     Chico giggled, "Papai, it's justi because the drivers don'ti respecti the
traffici lights and sometimes iti is safer to crossi in the middle of the 
streeti than on the zebra crossing. You see? When they stopi, the most 
cars stopi on the crossingi. There is no way fori the walkers than to 
pass beside the crossingi in order noti to be trampledi over. Andi you
have to learni to looki on both sides of the streeti, because some drivers 
don'ti knowi thati there are some streets which are one way." He 
caressed his father's face absently while he was looking out of the 
window. He stiffened. "Papai, can we stopi a momenti? I thinki I saw 
Melissinha. It's sure Melissinha. She has a big Teddi bear in her arms."
Chico said excited.

     Skinner requested their driver to stop for a moment. After parking 
Chico stepped out of the huge car and began to run, but was soon 
without breath. He still hadn't recovered completely from his ordeal.
Skinner was behind him and took him in his arms. "Tell me, where she is, 
Chico. I'll bring you there."

     "Can you see her over there? It's the tiny girli with the redi hair.
Perhaps she is losti. She shouldi be home by her mother and noti oni the
streets."  Skinner went with him there. *Mellissinha, it's me Chico. 
Did you get lost in the city?*  The little girl of about three to four years 
old looked up. Her thumb was in her mouth and the face was smeared 
by dirt and tear tracks. Her clothes weren't in any better shape.
Skinner saw that Maggie had followed them and that she was looking,
marvelled at the baby girl. Chico sat on the ground beside her, when 
Skinner let him down. He embraced the tiny girl, not concerned that
his own clothes became dirty.

     *Chico, happy see you. Mamae is angel now. Is that you Mamae 
and Papai?* asked the little girl, smiling up at the dark haired woman
and the huge man she had seen a long time ago, when he came to the
Favela where she lived before, and taken Chico away.

     *Is nobody taking care of you, Melissinha?* 

     The baby girl shook her head violently. *Tio Albeto, say I go away.
So I go, but Tchau-tchau go with me.* She said and showed her old dirty
Teddy bear.

     Chico related all she said to Maggie and Skinner, when Maggie 
asked what the baby girl had said. "Walt, we have to take her somewhere.
She can't be left in the streets." Maggie said and held tentatively her
arms out to the girl. The baby girl accepted without hesitation to be 
taken in the gentle arms. She smiled at the dark haird woman again. 
*Me dirty. You smell good.* she said when she saw that she left a 
smearing spot on the woman's dress. Maggie looked at Chico for a 
translation.

     "She saidi she is dirty and that you smell very good." 

     "Tell her it doesn't matter and after a bath she will smell good too."

     "Well, Washington will know what to do with the girl. Let's go.
He will be home in an hour he said." Skinner said with a raised eyebrow.
It was better not to think too much.     

End of part fifteen 
Feedback? Did you like it? Out of Character? ... Flame
me then. What the heck do I do with Melissinha?
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TITLE: JUNGLE HEAT II: The Sign of Evil(16/16)
AUTHOR: by marianne 
DATE: July 28, 1997 
E-mail: marianne@coastalway.com.br

DISCLAIMER: See part one.

Part Sixteen by request, R to NC17, 
There's no way out. People want to see me blushing.
BTW: There are going to have covers for the Jungle Heat Series, who
wants one just drops me a line :) What's a designer, when she can't 
illustrate a bit?

At Washington's house
Wednesday, September 3rd
Midday

     Washington stopped in his tracks when he saw the tiny, dirty girl in
Maggie's arms. He had come home half an hour earlier. As his new
friends were going back to America in two days, he wanted to spend 
more time with them. He rolled his eyes in dismay.

     "Don'ti telli me, you foundi another kidi to adopti, Walti? I knowi, 
there are thousands of them outi there, buti that's ridiculous. You
remindi me of one Brazilian couple in Sao Paulo. They adoptedi abouti 
70 kids. What is more amazing, they have already four of their own."
He stepped closer. "Hmm, cute little baby girli. She reminds me of 
Dana. Maggie, don'ti you thinki it's time to give her a bath?" He said,
smiling. He felt more like laughing out loud when he saw Skinner's face,
gasping for breath. Skinner was trying to say something, but was
silenced by the sight of Maggie's blue eyes, shining at the thought,
 and Chico's head, tiltled in thought.

     "Come withi me, Maggie. I thinki I have some clothes for her from
Jussara. She is abouti her age." Said Washington's wife, laughing and 
led her to the bathroom. She thought it was time to give the poor, huge 
American time to get used to the idea. 

     Washington couldn't help but laugh aloud when he heard Chico's 
innocent question. "Oh, Papai. Is Melissinha really going to be my 
sister? That wouldi be fine. I hadi always to take care of her when her
mamae had to go to worki." The boy looked up, happily, at his huge
father. On trying to get up on his arms, and as always not succeeding, 
he finally pulled Skinner by the sleeve and held his arms up. "I can 
teachi her English, as Tio Hans taughti me. I always wantedi a sister,
and nowi I have two. Isn't it, that when you marry Mamae, Dana willi
be my sister, so I don'ti have to calli her tia anymore. And Tio Foxi 
willi be my brother too, because he is goingi to marry Dana sooni. 
Did you see the ringi she is wearingi? I saw iti immediately. Why 
don'ti you marry alli together? Then there willi be a feasti alli year on 
the same day. Hey, why don'ti you say somethingi?" He asked, finally,
and couldn't quite understand why everybody was laughing but his 
father. Grown ups were strange sometimes.

     "Chico, you won't let me get in a word edgewise, but maybe now I
can answer your questions. And it's anything, not something." Answered
Skinner with a little smile. He was a little shocked. Another child? 
Nevertheless, it would be hard, if not impossible to say no. He knew 
that look she had a moment before.

     "I'm going to ask Mamae." Chico climbed down and dashed to the
bathroom. "Mamae! ... "

     "Stop laughing, Agent Mulder." that was just what he needed, to 
have Mulder and Scully laughing at him. Washington wasn't any
better help, it was his fault anyway to bring that stone to a roll. 
Fortunately Agent Plumper wasn't here. Speaking of whom, where the
heck was he? "What can you ...?"

     "What I can do to accelerate the process of adopting?" Washington 
interrupted him, laughing. He knew it would be impossible for the huge
AD to deny Maggie and Chico anything. "Welli, I've to aski Judge 
Rodrigo. It's the same from the other time. He signing the papers and 
I'm doingi some researchi on the girl's background, iti shouldn'ti have 
any problem, if she is really alone in the worldi. Paulo Saiko. That's
the man I need."  Still muttering to himself, left them.

     Skinner sighed. As he could see, everything was taken out of his
hands. What did he do to deserve it? Nothing, he decided. With a last
glance from the corner of his eyes to his two laughing agents on the 
couch he turned and went to see what his suddenly increasing family
was doing. How the heck, was he going to explain this to his sister 
and younger brother? Life wasn't easy anymore. But he had to agree,
the baby girl was really cute, but he would be damned if he were going
to admit it to anyone.

     "Scully, I would have paid to see Skinner's horrified face from 
a moment ago. Do you think he can manage it with two chatterboxes?
He's really lucky, Melissinha isn't yet able to speak English, because
of what I saw in the Limo she's a lot like Chico." He sat her on his 
lap and embraced her. "Who knew our AD would settle down
with two kids?"

     "Mulder, be careful. Your ribs are still broken and your leg ..."

     "Nevermind. It doesn't hurt anymore and besides, I missed you."

     "Missed me? I was with you all the time."

     "Okay. So I missed holding you. Better?" he asked,
kissing her along the jawline and her throat.

     "Ai, ai, ai, ai, ai. It's time to marry for you two too. Tio Foxi, you
kissi like Papai. I justi came to say, that lunchi is ready. It's oddi 
to say lunch, 'lanche' in Portuguese means snack." 


In the evening

     *Thank you, Paulo. I'll call you tomorrow.* Washington hung up 
the phone  and went back to the crowded living room, where everybody
but Plumper were present. 

     Mulder was dozing on the couch with his head on Scully's lap, 
she was caressing his hair absently and watching the little girl on 
her mother's lap. The baby girl was chatting almost without 
interruption reminding her of her sister Melissa. It seemed like 
destiny was attemting to reconcile her mother's loss. Melissinha's 
name after all was Melissa as she found out that the end "inha" meant 
little, like some of Washington's boys called Chico, Chiquinho. She 
thought about what her brothers would say to the new situation. She 
knew that they weren't happy about her mother's future marriage. 
Skinner was sitting beside her on the two-seat couch with Chico on 
his lap, the boy chatting along in a confusion of the two languages.
Watching them together, they really seemed like a family. Her mother's
face shone a tranquility and happiness through. Her thoughts were 
interrupted by Washington's cheerful laughter.
   
     "Everythingi is okay. The judge signed the papers after he saw
Maggie. Congratulations to your new daughter. That wasi easy. There 
are just some other papers both have to sign. It would have been easier
if you already were married." 

     "Thank you very much, Washington." Skinner said.

     "Whati are friends fori?" 


Later that night

     "Mulder, don't you think it's time to go in?"

     "Why? It's a warm night. Everybody is sleeping and this hammock
is relaxing. There are still people walking along the beach." They were
at the balcony of their room on the second floor. Their view was to the
beach of Ipanema. The hammock was wavering to the soft breeze. Scully
was lying half on Mulder, her head on his chest. 

     Washington's house was really big with a lot of spare rooms. 
Scully and Mulder received without hesitation from the Delegate's 
wife a room with two singlebeds. A larger one for Skinner and Mrs. 
Scully and the two kids. And another one for Plumper. Just that he 
remained more at night there than during the day. When asked what he 
was doing all day long he said just sightseeing. As he hadn't had a 
chance for it the last time they were in Rio.

     Mulder suspected there was something else holding him away.
From the near beach they could hear drums to the rythmn of the samba 
and some people dancing and singing. The night was clear with brilliant 
stars. 

     Some hours before there were fireworks and the streets full of people
gathered around musicians on high cars, dancing and singing. Botafogo, 
a Soccer team of Rio had won a game in some Championship. Another 
excuse for the Cariocas to have a feast. They laughed, when they saw 
a man alone dancing through the street with all the shakings and 
rollings around his waist to the rythmn of Samba, balancing and 
kicking a soccer ball all way through. 

     Far away they could see the giant-wheel of an amusement park
still in brightly lit. Couples were with their kids, even so it was 
well after midnight. As they heard on September 7th was Independence 
Day Holiday, but the people were already celebrating the day. As it was 
also the week of Independence. 

     Washington had tried everything to make them stay during the 
holiday, but it was really time for Skinner to go back to work. But 
Plumper already said he was going to stay for two weeks, for his 
vacation, if it was okay with Skinner.

     The white open arms of the Christ Statue high on the Corcovado
mountain seemed to welcome and bless all the newcomers to the 
still marvelous city, in spite of the increasing crime, but it
couldn't be that bad when you can still see happy faces by rich or 
poor. People of all races walking side by side, dancing and 
singing on the streets and the beautiful beaches walked by couples in 
the never sleeping city. Indeed a different country full of contraries.

     The couple in the hammock rocked gently to the soft breeze from
the sea, unperceived they kissed, oblivious suddenly to the beauty 
around them or because of it they forgot for some hours their quest
for the truth to find their own by loving each other with all their 
heart. Maybe the hammock wasn't so bad to cuddle in after all.

     When the kisses were becoming too hot for Scully's taste out in 
the open she withdrew herself from Mulder's arms. "Come inside. It's
late."  She helped him up, smiling when she saw his pouting lip. But 
he said nothing, obeying after a last glance to the Christ statue 
shining holy by the lights surrounding him.

     He sat down on his bed with Scully's help. He sighed when he saw 
Scully going to her bed and switch off the bedlight. 

     Okay, he was beaten up and battered, but that didn't mean she 
had to treat him as an invalid, because he could assure her, he 
definitely was in prime health in certin areas! 

     He began to pull his t-shirt over his head, when he felt her 
hands on his chest, caressing and finally pulling his t-shirt fully 
over his head. She began to kiss him going from his mouth down to his 
throat. He groaned and leaned carefully back.

     "I ... I thought ...you were going ..." he couldn't continue when he 
felt her hands slipping down and yanking his sweat-shorts away. 

    She leaned on him again, careful with his broken ribs. "How do
you feel?" She asked, while kissing him along his throat.

     He barely could answer, "Like in seventh heaven. Love me?" he 
whispered.

     "That's what I'm doing. If you didn't feel it, I think I've got 
to be more convincing." She slowly found her way back to his chest, 
licking and biting until he reached his nipples. She took care first
of the left and then went to the right, stroking his manhood in 
synchrony to her ministrations on his nipples. Mulder felt the delicious
torture of her mouth, trying to control himself by holding her hand 
away he began to slip her up his body, but the effort was too much for
him and he groaned in pain.

     "Try to relax. Let me be in charge." And continued to kiss him 
forcefully on his full lips.

     "You're marvelous." He whispered, feeling her shudder when he 
stroked her breasts. Scully felt desired, and was lost when she saw 
the fire of pure passion and love in his eyes, even though the light 
in the bedroom was dim only illuminated by the streetlights, she 
could see it, his love and desire only for her. It amazed her how 
easily he spoke of his love to her after all the years of denial. She 
couldn't wait anymore, and sitting on his thighs always carefully with 
his broken ribs she lowered herself feeling the force of his desire. 
The soft pulsing on his throat quickened when she traced his face with
both hands. She squeezed his sensitive nipples while she rode him. 
The drum sound from the beach seemed to synchronize with their own
savage rythmn 'til she could feel him shuddering, and arcing his body 
for a final deep thrust. They gave themselves over to one another. 
Finally she lowered her sweaty body on his and plunged her tongue
into his velvet mouth.
  
     Finally satisfied, they embraced, her head on his shoulder with her
mouth and her tongue tracing tiny circles on his throat. He trembled.

     "I love you." whispered Mulder into her ear while he brushed his 
hand up and down her spine in small circles matching the ones of
her tongue on his sensitive throat and neck.

     "Not more than I do." She whispered back. A dim light appeared
on the bedside but strangely she wasn't afraid and it transformed
itself into the the short but shiny translucent form of the old Paj, for a 
moment and they could hear the soft laughter he used to give back in
the jungle. Before he disappeared completely he waved good-bye.

     A soft breeze came from the open balcony door and they could hear 
the soft sound of breaking waves, smell the spicy aroma of the sea and 
hear the heartgoing drums in the rhythmn of the jungle. Down the 
horizon the first light broke through for a new day to begin, touching
with its first sunlight the open arms of the Christ Statue high on the 
mountain Corcovado.

Finis
End of the last chapter
End of part sixteen 
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