DEATH NOTE X―FILES
Chapter 4: Mulder's accusation
Clara was having dinner with her parents, the three of them commented on the news from time to time, especially the news about the mysterious deaths of several rapists around the country, of course when this news was commented on, the young woman was silent and her parents understood it as not wanting to address an issue that she had unfortunately had to deal with.
“Don't you want more my pumpking?” Her mother asked her a little worried.
“It's okay, Mommy, I don't want more. I'm gonna take these apples to my room.”
“It's good that you're eating fruit, Clarita," his father congratulated her. “Tomorrow your mother and I will go to the market to buy more.”
“Or do you want another fruit, sweet?”
“No, the apples will be fine. I'm going up to my room. See you tomorrow, Mom. See you tomorrow, Dad.”
“Until tomorrow, Clarita, may you sleep well, little daughter,” the loving parents bid farewell while they returned to their attention on the nightly news.
The first thing Clara saw when she opened the door of her room was Voldor who, instead of behaving like a shinigami, was frolicking on the bed like a kitten.
"I know it looks creepy, but it's really very lazy," thought the girl as she smiled, revealing her pearly smile.
With disguise she sat at the edge of the bed and began to caress Voldor like a cat. The shinigami purred with pleasure but stood stiff when Clara stuck her face very close to his.
“That shadow on your face doesn't let me see your face at all, it looks very mysterious, can't you do something about it?”
“Impossible, I was always like this... Did you bring me apples?”
“Yeah, here's your sweet tooth.”
Voldor gave a meow of pleasure and neither slow nor lazy, he began to taste the sweet fruits. It was a tender scene, even though it had a ghoulish hint, and neither of them even suspected that two people were already on their trail.
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Dana Scully was doing the autopsies in a private hospital as she was horrified by the poor state of the city's morgue. It was half past four o'clock in the morning, and she had not yet been able to find any indication of the causes of the deaths of the mans on the dissecting tables.
Not only was she frustrated, Mulder was also overwhelmed and disgusted with all the reports he had to read at police headquarters. Apart from the fact that all the dead were rapists, there were no other parameters that would indicate any connection or clues to finding the culprit(s) in the mysterious deaths.
"How the hell does he do it? Assuming it's just one person," Mulder thought as he wore his knuckles to his eyelids and rubbed them hard.
Mulder had no choice, he had to focus on what looked like the first case involving "La Santita".
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The next morning the two agents went to speak with those who took the case of the first victim of La santita, and so did the relatives and acquaintances of the deceased. In the end, they interviewed the victims of the rapist who had been murdered in strange circumstances so that they would not get anything concrete at the end of the day.
“Mulder this is useless," complained Scully, in the hotel room, as she removed her women's shoes and rubbed her sore heels.
“Don't tell me you want to go back to America, because this whole case seems absurd to you.”
“I didn't say that. Of all the cases we've had, this is the one I can't find head and foot under any known scientific concept.”
“I see, it's all the other cases that are laughable. Were you going to tell Skiner that before we came to Bolivia?”
“That's not fair, Mulder, I always defended you and the X-files.”
“Excuse me, I'm sorry...”
“Don't worry, we're both tired and apparently we've reached a dead end.”
“True, it is best that we rest. Maybe tomorrow we'll come up with something.”
Scully put her shoes back on and said goodbye to her partner, begging inside to find at least one clue.
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The next morning was more fruitful, gathering all the information they had and most importantly: Scully taking a more open stance, they both came to the conclusion that they should take cases from before the first in the series they were investigating so far.
“We must investigate the cases of rape that did not appear in the television, print or radio media.”
“Not to mention those who did not go to trial because of the agreement between the parties or lack of evidence," added Mulder. “I don't think we should review very old cases, just the previous ones in a year.”
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The inquiries gave more information than they had originally expected as many rape cases were dismissed.
“Any suggestions, Scully?”
“Looking at the hours of death of the victims, I would say that we are dealing with an elementary or secondary student, that should shorten the list or it should.”
“Well, not much of the truth. I'm afraid we're going to have to do a lot of interviews.”
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Religion classes were running smoothly when the principal entered the classroom and asked for Clara's presence.
Clara, surprised, took her things and went after the director who, due to her vinegary character, did not let go of the questions that the student asked her about the reason for going where no girl wanted to go of her own accord: the director's office.
As soon as she entered the office she saw three strange people: a tall man and two small women, who were dressed in formal clothes.
“Clara, I know this can be a little difficult," the director said. “But the people here want to ask you some questions about.... the unfortunate event you had to suffer.”
Clara's heart beat fast with nervousness when a woman named Sofia Bustamante introduced her to the FBI agents, who asked her several questions and she was very nervous, stuttering.
“Excuse her," excused the director, "girls in the western part of the country are often very shy.”
Both Scully and Bustamante smiled at Clara to encourage her, but Mulder's instinct told her that the girl was the key to deciphering the mystery of "La Santita".
“Ex... excuse me, but could you please... tell me, why are you asking me about my case? The one who... already... already died.”
“We are trying to gather more data to investigate the strange deaths of rapists that have occurred," Scully explained through Bustamante. “A couple of American citizens were the victims of whatever affected the other deceased.”
“And we think maybe you could be the saintly girl," Mulder said suddenly, to see the young woman's reaction. However, before the interpreter translated the officer's words, Dana had already interrupted him and started criticizing her partner.
Clara regretted that she had not improved in her English classes as she did not understand a word of the discussion of the two adults, but no translation was necessary when the man pointed his finger at her and uttered a word that made her almost faint right there.
"Santita."
After another brief discussion, the two FBI agents and the interpreter retired and Clara returned to school, although she spent the rest of the day so scared that she could barely answer the questions her friends asked her, which meant that her friend's condition was due to the trauma of remembering the humiliation she suffered.
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Clara couldn't wait for the end of the school day to finish, so she asked to leave before the end of the day. The first thing she did when she got home and hurriedly greeted her mother was to go to her room where she told Voldor about the FBI agents.
“And what's the problem? Write in the death notebook the names of that guy Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, along with that Sofia Bustamante. You can even write the name of your director, that woman is a pain in the ass," said Voldor, who was grooming his paw like a cat.
“I'm not going to do that! They didn't do anything wrong.”
“Those FBI humans look smarter than the ordinary police, unless you write their names in the death notebook they're going to find out sooner or later.”
Clara weighed up her "friend's" words and took a pen and went to look for the Death Note.
CONTINUARÁ…
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