From: SayuriStar Date: 30 Apr 1999 04:33:07 GMT Subject: NEW: The Mysterious Banging 1/1 H Title: The Mysterious Banging Dedicated to: Em Why: Because she asked me not to write it... Rating: Hey, how about R? Summary: I don't know, it's a mystery... Author: Sayuri E-Mail: SayuriStar@aol.com Mulder raises his head and looks over at me. His eyes are filled with horror, wonder, and amusement. The child between us is singing a Madonna song at the top of his lungs. The child between us is a serial killer. The child between us has my DNA. And Mulder's. Our child, the serial killer. He's just been caught. His name is Jorge. He was adopted by a young Mexican couple. Mulder doesn't like the name Jorge. "His name is whore-what?!" he whispered loudly to me when we were introduced. I don't like the name either. Jorge has brown hair and brown eyes. He is small. He looks like me and he looks like Mulder. It's sad that he's a serial killer. The New York City Police called the FBI yesterday. "We have a boy," they said. "We think he's one of yours," they said. "Send Those Agents up here." Mulder and I went up to New York and met Jorge. He was sitting in the children's department of Macy's; that's the only place his adoptive parents can keep him under their control. When he saw us, he ran over. Attacked me with a bear hug. "Jorge?" I whispered. "Mama," he declared. Then he glared at his adoptive parents. Releasing me, he ran toward them, and attacked. Mulder and I stood, mouths hanging open, as the two young parents were killed before our eyes. The cops were on top of Jorge in seconds. Seconds too late. "You see what we mean?" they asked. The child sits between us on the subway, belting out phrase after random phrase of songs that Madonna sings or has sung. "Like a virgin....some boys kiss me some boys hug me I think they're okay....quicker than a ray of light I'm flying....bye, bye baby bye bye....." Mulder and I have given up trying to have a conversation. Jorge has been released into our custody. We are trying to be as nice as we possibly can. We saw what he did to his adoptive parents. How that clothes hanger was deftly manipulated to...nevermind. We are going downtown to have Jorge analysed. He needs it. He REALLY needs it. "Why don't you just shut up?" screams a small, pale man across the subway car. He shouldn't have said that. Mulder and I pull out our badges after the man is dead. "It's okay," we assure. "There was nothing we could have done. He's dangerous. Just leave him alone." A woman is crying. She screams, and I wrap Jorge in my arms. "Jorge, it's okay. She's just scared." "Scared of me?" he asks in his Mulder/Scully voice. He is both of us. "Scared of what you did." "Did you hear the banging?" he asks, pulling away and staring ahead, singing. I look questioningly at Mulder, who shrugs. We get off at the next stop. The analysist can find no problem with Jorge. Jorge is now our child; the government does not know what else to do with him. He hasn't had an episode in over two years. He is beginning to get taller; he will be Mulder's height. He is normal, now. Mulder and I live together; not married, just together. Jorge is in the third grade and doing brilliantly. Occasionally, though, he complains about the banging. That mysterious banging. Mulder commented, once, that he heard an odd banging sound when we were watching Desperately Seeking Susan on television. Did I mention that Jorge doesn't sing Madonna anymore? Mulder does, though.