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BAM!!! This is the sequel to Voodoo Magic. Read it first! Thank you
kindly.

Voodoo Dreams


FBI Special Agent Dana Scully narrowed her eyes at her partner. "I think
you're getting a little too carried away with this Voodoo thing, Mulder."
She stated. "Really! Voodoo doesn't really exist. least of all Voodoo
dolls! They don't work!"

"I had a dream last night Scully. About Her." Mulder's frown deepened.
"Her?" Scully sighed, irritated.

"The murderess."

"We have no proof that she's female! C'mon Mulder. Get a grip!"

"I saw her. I saw... things, objects. I can't explain it."

*But you can!*

Mulder shook his head to try rid himself of the voice. He'd had it for a
week now.

*Come on now, Fox. Don't be a fool. Tell your lovely partner about it.*

"Uhhh... There was blood and dolls. Little dolls covered with it. The
dolls were detailed, they had all their features, perfect, OH GOD!"
Mulder held his head and collapsed to the floor of the hotel room.
The dream flooded back to him in a wash of fear.

~The clock rang on the wall, the wall was black as night. All around the
room, he could see statuettes of women, lifelike. The tiny replicas of
poor victims began to bleed. Mulder looked from one to another. He knew
these people, but he couldn't place them. One on the dolls was familiar,
Scully! He saw a shadow appear out of the blackness of the wall. It came
to him, held him down! He couldn't breathe. The shadow-now a woman
snarled in his face...~

Mulder trembled and curled up on the floor, his face ashen. "Scully... I
can't... can't stop it. She's gonna get us all!" he muttered.

Scully crouched beside him. She had had no idea what he was going though
untill then. he'd seemed distant and edgy when they'd first arrived, but
never like this. "Mulder? Relax. Shhh, shhhh." She held his head gently
in her arms. His face was leaden with sweat.

Mulder shuddered. "She's gonna hurt you. I saw a doll of you, Scully.
I..." Mulder stopped and tried to get up, but he was shaking so much, it
seemed impossible.

"Relax... there's no hurry. You saw a doll of me? It was a dream, Mulder.
It wasn't real, alright?" Scully didn't sound too sure anymore.

~
Ray Kowalski rubbed his temples. God! He hated cases like these.
Inexplicable. *Hell, if I can't get though this alone, I hope someone
else will help me.* He knew who the someone else was.

Fraser.

He needed the mountie more than ever before and he hoped Fraser realised
that soon. The case seemed like a endless stream of papers, files and
victims.

If Vecchio would come back, then things would be different.

"Ray? I've gotta new file on the Voodoo Case. Similar victims were found
in New York, all the details are inside." Elaine said, walking up to his
desk.

"I don't want it. I'm sick to death of this case. It's been two weeks
without any clues or suspects. Those damn Feds aren't helping either!"
Ray complained, though he took the file in any case.

He flipped through it glancing at the explicit pictures. "Hell! What
kind of a person are we dealing with here?" He muttered.

~
Benton Fraser sat down by his desk with a tired sigh. The strain of
these past two weeks was beginning to show on his handsome features. It
didn't help that Thatcher didn't understand him. She didn't see why they
had to solve this, why he was so involved in the case. Thank God for
Jordan Mackenzie.

Thatcher's "good friend" was there for him and helped extensively with a
lot of things. The other mountie knew a surprising amount about this
kind of work, more than Ray. She did not spend any time with Thatcher,
but prefered to be with him. Fraser was glad. He needed her, just like
he needed Ray.

Dief looked up at his weary owner. He whined and rested his head by
Fraser's feet.

"It's okay Dief. Ray's here. Jord's here. We'll be fine." Fraser
attempted to lighten himself up.

Jordan walked in then. She had frown on her slender face and her pale
eyes were troubled. "This 'case' has put strain on all of us, Benny. I
saw those two agents now. Mulder looked terrible! His face was pale, he
had rings under his eyes and he looked so restless." She sighed.

"Ray's having trouble, too. I don't think it's the acutal case, Jord."

"Meaning?"

"I think it's the idea of it. Knowing that people can do this without
any... hint. I mean we can't even find any sign that the person had
actully been near the victim."

"You believe this Voodoo theory?" Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"I don't know what to believe anymore." Fraser looked back down at his
paperwork, a sign that Jordan understood.

She walked out of his small office and left him alone with Dief and his
thoughts.

~
Gary Hobbson ficked through the paper, irritably."I wish I could
understand this!" He moaned. "The paper's left no clue about this Voodoo
Murder. Only that there've been two more murders".

"Don't be too surprised Gar." Chuck said. "You'll find out soon enough."

End of Segment 2.