Title: In The End
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel, End of The World, Crossover (X-Files/End of Days)
Keywords: Doggett/Reyes Relationship
Detication: To the lovely and talented Crystal who at the request is having me do this and I really don't mind, I have been lookin to try my hand at a Post Colonizational fic novel. To you, Crystal! To us...and our brilliant idea...I hope.
Summary: It is just a week away. The new Millennium. What surprises will it bring? One man, Jericho Cane has just that week to stop the Anti-Christ from taking over the world. But when the Agents of the X-Files get word, they rush out to see what the hell is going on. And in one week...it's the End of Days...
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Nothing that is X-Files related is mine, it is the wonderful creations of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions, anything outside that, is mine, and before you use my characters, please ask. Thank you, and thank you Carter for your wonderful characters to use. End of Days is not mine either and I just wish to borrow some stuff! So don't get mad!
***Author's Note: I have never done any "End of Days" fan fictions. I don't think I have even read any. But there is always a time to start, right? And I am doing this one for a very special person to me. She is one of my best friends. I've known her quite a while and I was asked to do this for her, but not as in detail as I have it. She said end of the world/post colonization. That is what I am doin, and I am hopin that she will like it. I don't know just yet. Hard to say, since at this point I am not really too far...well...just this...so...uh...anyway. This is a good change for me. End of the World seems like a lot of fun, don't it? Anyway, enjoy and here's to you, Crystal!***
In The End
By
David William Cooper
Chapter One
Time Is On My Side
Jericho Cane Residence
New York City
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
In the darkened room of his downtown apartment, Jericho Cane sat alone. He was doing his normal morning ritual. He hated his life. It was shit. It was going nowhere. He was tired of being the low man on Totem Pole. So he would wake up and in the dark he would take his standard issue Beretta and point the muzzle at his temperal plate. He would wait about thirty seconds and then take it off. God how he hated being a New York City cop. It wasn't the job, really, but the half ass shit he got stuck with! He was always stuck with the bumfuck jobs like guarding some Wall Street hot shot or some movie director no one has ever heard of. Who gives a damn, now days? Really? He sighed and let the gun drop into his lap. Just one more week. Then it would be the new millennium and maybe then his life would be better -- but that was still to be seen -- and maybe he would actually meet someone, someone he would get along with and could love. But that was about as possible as the world coming to a bitter end at the moment the clock stuck midnight and it was no longer 1999, but 2000. He wasn't really too worried, after all it was just some big gimmick scare to get people to but shit and send the companies into the economic rise. That's all it was...all it would ever be, and even in the future they might -- probably would -- do the same bullshit.
The worst part was he wouldn't really quit. He needed the money. His apartment was already in the bad part of town and most of the gang bangers knew he was a cop and they used that to their advantage. They wouldn't blackmail him, no, but they would do him favors and he would do them some. It was a "you help me, I help you" relationship and Jericho was too damn numb from the shit he had to put up with for most of his life to really give a damn and he went with it. It was his way of keeping his place there and not half was to Mexico by the time he came home from work. He would then have to splatter some poor and unfortunate fucks brains all over the pavement. And the last time that happened it was one of his ex-partners. He loved that guy like a brother, but in the end that didn't matter to Rondell. It was just all the more reason to take one more cop off the streets. And promote business, even if he was helping him. In a sense. Jericho and Anthony Marsman were always the brotheresque and wild cops who never really followed protocol. The kind that one would think was Dirty, but would have no real way to prove it.
It was not that long ago...when Anthony died. He was shot by Rondell in a shoot out that was not supposed to be. They were going in to give him some Blow that they'd picked up on a bust from another local dealer that was an arch enemy to Rondell. They'd promised him that they would get him some for sale and to use on his own -- he really liked his Blow -- and they would get information. But things didn't play out like that. No...they went wrong the moment that Cane and Marsman walked into the door. Rondell had some of his hommies' over and they didn't know that Cane was on their side, they just knew he was a Pig and would needed to taken down. So when they walked in with the Blow, one of his cronies jumped up and drew his ZMG. Bullets flew across the room in a heated battle that left three dead. Both of Rondell's men and Marsman. When he was shot, he dropped to the ground quickly, but Jericho was too busy fighting the other two -- Rondell and his cronies -- and was behind a wall. The sound of the bullets smashing into the wall was Hell. Jericho would never forget what happened that unforsaken day. After the other guy was down, he ran to Marsman's side and held his head up as he coughed up blood and said his last words to Jericho.
"Tell my girlfriend...that...I love her...brother..."
"I will." said Jericho, righting back the tears. He had never loved another man as much as he'd loved Marsman and he blamed himself for his death. After his partner was dead, he walked up to Rondell. Rondell threw his hands up in the air and waved them around as if to say he was sorry, but that wouldn't cut it with Cane. He didn't give a fuck that Rondell had a girl, nor did he care that he still had his Blow. He just didn't. He drew his knife and he slammed Rondell into the glass case that held most of his family pictures and valuables.
"Listen and listen good, Rondell. You ever...come back around here...ever...and I will kill your pathetic ass. You hear me? Do you!?" he shouted, driving the knife into his neck deeper and deeper, drawing a thin line of blood around his neck. Rondell was too panicked to say anything, and just winked his eyes in confirmation. He was trying to get Jericho off of his ass, but that didn't seem to happen. He was too Hell bent on avenging his partner's death, but he knew that killing Rondell wouldn't change anything.
"Get the hell outta my city, punk." he said, throwing his bloody ass to the ground. Rondell scrambled to get up, but Jericho -- in pure hate and anger -- kicked him and he fell to his knee's and gasped for air. He coughed up some more blood and then got up and ran out. The sound of crunching glass could be heard. Jericho got on the horn and called in some medics and when they came he explained everything that went down, but what he did to Rondell. His ploy was that he ran off. Which was taken to be word and no questions were asked about the broken glass...or the blood.
As Jericho was thinking back upon that unforsaken day...his new partner and a good friend of his since college entered his apartment. He crept in, knowing damn well that Jericho was never anyone to avoid a shoot out now. He made his way to the living room where he was sitting in the dark, gun in lap and eyes closed. He walked over to the window and opened the vanilla blinds. Steams of light swam in and greeted his dark adapted eyes. He squinted and snickered.
"Better and better everyday."
"You got that right, Mr.. Cane." said his partner, David Branis.
"Heh. Want some breakfast, just getting ready to make some?" said Jericho, making his way over to his kitchen. He was full of glum and it was a slow trek. Branis noticed this and knew he didn't need a hell of a time. He got to his kitchen and took out some various shit. A coffee grind, some M&M's, chocolate candy bar, and even some Slim Fast and threw it in. He even looked in his broken light fridge and found some left over pizza and threw that in. Hit it on, and let the blender grind and chop. He looked over at Dave.
"Want some?"
"I'll pass."
"Okay, have it your way." he said, stopping it and bringing the goop that was inside to his lips and downing it. He did that on a normal basis and was ready for the horrid taste, which really didn't bother him as much as it had a couple of years ago. And now...as he looked out over the alive city of New York, he actually appreciated what Rondell did...he showed him that he needed to be a son of a bitch and get his point across...the right way, or no way at all. And that would play a good part of his life.
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel, End of The World, Crossover (X-Files/End of Days)
Keywords: Doggett/Reyes Relationship
Detication: To the lovely and talented Crystal who at the request is having me do this and I really don't mind, I have been lookin to try my hand at a Post Colonizational fic novel. To you, Crystal! To us...and our brilliant idea...I hope.
Summary: It is just a week away. The new Millennium. What surprises will it bring? One man, Jericho Cane has just that week to stop the Anti-Christ from taking over the world. But when the Agents of the X-Files get word, they rush out to see what the hell is going on. And in one week...it's the End of Days...
Feedback: Please...I love it.
Archive: Just ask.
Disclaimer: Nothing that is X-Files related is mine, it is the wonderful creations of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen Productions, anything outside that, is mine, and before you use my characters, please ask. Thank you, and thank you Carter for your wonderful characters to use. End of Days is not mine either and I just wish to borrow some stuff! So don't get mad!
***Author's Note: I have never done any "End of Days" fan fictions. I don't think I have even read any. But there is always a time to start, right? And I am doing this one for a very special person to me. She is one of my best friends. I've known her quite a while and I was asked to do this for her, but not as in detail as I have it. She said end of the world/post colonization. That is what I am doin, and I am hopin that she will like it. I don't know just yet. Hard to say, since at this point I am not really too far...well...just this...so...uh...anyway. This is a good change for me. End of the World seems like a lot of fun, don't it? Anyway, enjoy and here's to you, Crystal!***
In The End
By
David William Cooper
Chapter One
Time Is On My Side
Jericho Cane Residence
New York City
Thursday, December The Twenty Third
In the darkened room of his downtown apartment, Jericho Cane sat alone. He was doing his normal morning ritual. He hated his life. It was shit. It was going nowhere. He was tired of being the low man on Totem Pole. So he would wake up and in the dark he would take his standard issue Beretta and point the muzzle at his temperal plate. He would wait about thirty seconds and then take it off. God how he hated being a New York City cop. It wasn't the job, really, but the half ass shit he got stuck with! He was always stuck with the bumfuck jobs like guarding some Wall Street hot shot or some movie director no one has ever heard of. Who gives a damn, now days? Really? He sighed and let the gun drop into his lap. Just one more week. Then it would be the new millennium and maybe then his life would be better -- but that was still to be seen -- and maybe he would actually meet someone, someone he would get along with and could love. But that was about as possible as the world coming to a bitter end at the moment the clock stuck midnight and it was no longer 1999, but 2000. He wasn't really too worried, after all it was just some big gimmick scare to get people to but shit and send the companies into the economic rise. That's all it was...all it would ever be, and even in the future they might -- probably would -- do the same bullshit.
The worst part was he wouldn't really quit. He needed the money. His apartment was already in the bad part of town and most of the gang bangers knew he was a cop and they used that to their advantage. They wouldn't blackmail him, no, but they would do him favors and he would do them some. It was a "you help me, I help you" relationship and Jericho was too damn numb from the shit he had to put up with for most of his life to really give a damn and he went with it. It was his way of keeping his place there and not half was to Mexico by the time he came home from work. He would then have to splatter some poor and unfortunate fucks brains all over the pavement. And the last time that happened it was one of his ex-partners. He loved that guy like a brother, but in the end that didn't matter to Rondell. It was just all the more reason to take one more cop off the streets. And promote business, even if he was helping him. In a sense. Jericho and Anthony Marsman were always the brotheresque and wild cops who never really followed protocol. The kind that one would think was Dirty, but would have no real way to prove it.
It was not that long ago...when Anthony died. He was shot by Rondell in a shoot out that was not supposed to be. They were going in to give him some Blow that they'd picked up on a bust from another local dealer that was an arch enemy to Rondell. They'd promised him that they would get him some for sale and to use on his own -- he really liked his Blow -- and they would get information. But things didn't play out like that. No...they went wrong the moment that Cane and Marsman walked into the door. Rondell had some of his hommies' over and they didn't know that Cane was on their side, they just knew he was a Pig and would needed to taken down. So when they walked in with the Blow, one of his cronies jumped up and drew his ZMG. Bullets flew across the room in a heated battle that left three dead. Both of Rondell's men and Marsman. When he was shot, he dropped to the ground quickly, but Jericho was too busy fighting the other two -- Rondell and his cronies -- and was behind a wall. The sound of the bullets smashing into the wall was Hell. Jericho would never forget what happened that unforsaken day. After the other guy was down, he ran to Marsman's side and held his head up as he coughed up blood and said his last words to Jericho.
"Tell my girlfriend...that...I love her...brother..."
"I will." said Jericho, righting back the tears. He had never loved another man as much as he'd loved Marsman and he blamed himself for his death. After his partner was dead, he walked up to Rondell. Rondell threw his hands up in the air and waved them around as if to say he was sorry, but that wouldn't cut it with Cane. He didn't give a fuck that Rondell had a girl, nor did he care that he still had his Blow. He just didn't. He drew his knife and he slammed Rondell into the glass case that held most of his family pictures and valuables.
"Listen and listen good, Rondell. You ever...come back around here...ever...and I will kill your pathetic ass. You hear me? Do you!?" he shouted, driving the knife into his neck deeper and deeper, drawing a thin line of blood around his neck. Rondell was too panicked to say anything, and just winked his eyes in confirmation. He was trying to get Jericho off of his ass, but that didn't seem to happen. He was too Hell bent on avenging his partner's death, but he knew that killing Rondell wouldn't change anything.
"Get the hell outta my city, punk." he said, throwing his bloody ass to the ground. Rondell scrambled to get up, but Jericho -- in pure hate and anger -- kicked him and he fell to his knee's and gasped for air. He coughed up some more blood and then got up and ran out. The sound of crunching glass could be heard. Jericho got on the horn and called in some medics and when they came he explained everything that went down, but what he did to Rondell. His ploy was that he ran off. Which was taken to be word and no questions were asked about the broken glass...or the blood.
As Jericho was thinking back upon that unforsaken day...his new partner and a good friend of his since college entered his apartment. He crept in, knowing damn well that Jericho was never anyone to avoid a shoot out now. He made his way to the living room where he was sitting in the dark, gun in lap and eyes closed. He walked over to the window and opened the vanilla blinds. Steams of light swam in and greeted his dark adapted eyes. He squinted and snickered.
"Better and better everyday."
"You got that right, Mr.. Cane." said his partner, David Branis.
"Heh. Want some breakfast, just getting ready to make some?" said Jericho, making his way over to his kitchen. He was full of glum and it was a slow trek. Branis noticed this and knew he didn't need a hell of a time. He got to his kitchen and took out some various shit. A coffee grind, some M&M's, chocolate candy bar, and even some Slim Fast and threw it in. He even looked in his broken light fridge and found some left over pizza and threw that in. Hit it on, and let the blender grind and chop. He looked over at Dave.
"Want some?"
"I'll pass."
"Okay, have it your way." he said, stopping it and bringing the goop that was inside to his lips and downing it. He did that on a normal basis and was ready for the horrid taste, which really didn't bother him as much as it had a couple of years ago. And now...as he looked out over the alive city of New York, he actually appreciated what Rondell did...he showed him that he needed to be a son of a bitch and get his point across...the right way, or no way at all. And that would play a good part of his life.
