Title: Fantaisie Tordue

Author: David William Cooper

E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com

Rating: R

Category: Angst, X-File, Novel

Keywords: DRR, Skinner/Other

Detication: Well...I don't really know who this is for...I don't think anyone I know would really want to have a story like this deticated to them...maybe...have to ask around...it is kinda...weird and out there...be warned!

Summary: When a series of bizzare murders happen, Monica starts to get vivid images and starts to worry, but is she going to far when she has Mulder to come and help, she may be opening some wounds too tender to be re- opened...

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.

***Author's Note: Please, before reading this, know what you are getting yourself into. I don't want to be held responsible for your problems, as I will warn you now, this will be very graphic and intense. It will cross the lines of normal writing and powerful writing. I will take you on a thrill ride that if you can take it, you won't soon forget. I hope to have you hooked, and that you will keep craving more and more, as I write chapter after chapter until I reach the climax and its all done. I promise you, you won't know what the real story is until then, it will keep you guessing. I don't like stories that are obvious right off. That is part of the reason I am writing this. That and I like the upper hand that I have, as a writer, that you can't jump to the end and see how it all ends. Be warned...if you are weak of stomach, this isn't recomended...faint of heart, same thing. If you like this type of story, read on, but be forthwarned...once you enter this, you won't want to leave. It'll keep you hooked and craving for the next chapter, which will prolly be about every two weeks. I don't want to be the writer that lets you know everything right away, but you will get little clues along the way that you will need to put together to solve this X-File. So go on and read...but don't do it with the lights out and alone...you may very seriously regret it...***



Chapter One

A Body Turns Up

Watergate Appartments

Washington, D.C.

10:23 PM

A dim glow covered the garage of the Watergate Appartments. It wasn't exactly the best time to be out, when shadows danced and your imagination ran wild. When a simple mouse scampering by could turn into a Devil dancing in the darkness. When a faint chirp of a sparrow could make you literally jump out of your skin. Dannielle Conners didn't like to be out this late, especially alone. She hated it. Ever since she was young she had this fear of the dark. She didn't like not knowing what was lurking around the corner and what was going on where you couldn't see. It scared her to be alone as well. When you had both together, you had a twenty-six year old woman who would jump right out of her skin if you so much as walked up to her and said hello, and she didn't know you were comming. Her ex-boyfriend knew this, and even though they were still friends, he liked to spook her. He saw it as a kinda sick revenge...he wasn't really hurting her, nor was he doin anything illegal.

Her heels made a slight, but hearable click on the concrete floor. She could see her car, and she knew she would be safe and at home soon enough. She reassured herself some more and made her way slowly, and cautiously to the Ford Tuarus and watched, out of the corner of her eye, the side walls and pillers, making damn sure that nothing or no one was waiting...hunting her. She heard what sounded like a light breathing, and almost jumped out of her skin. She shrieked so loud, it echoed off the walls, sending out a chilling, but almost calming orgy of noise that seemed to oddly enough sooth her. She knew it was nothing more then just a mouse and that the last hundred yards to her car would be safe and clean.

Deep within the shadows, he waited. The sound of her shoes echoed in his mind, and her smooth, but well rounded figure made him want her even more. Her hair bounced like a basketball and her scent, her prefume, filled the air with a crisp, but pleasing smell. He knew that she was his. It was still too early, and juding by his little test slip, she was one to scare easy. Very easy, and this could be bad. Thats by he brought X-112. A drug that he had created awhile back, that, when used in any dose, sould induce a paralyzing state, where the person was awake and conscience, but they couldn't speak or move. And it worked, and he knew, by this time, just how much to use. He waited in the shadows more, this time, he could feel her hair, soft and calming, her skin...smooth and soft, silky...her eyes, he could see them now, they were like two beautiful orbs that illuminated the dark. Her prefume began to intensify and the quick, jerky movement of her hands began to signal that it was almost time.

She didn't see it comming. But she could feel his presance. And that alone freaked her, but she knew it would be either too late or not what she thought it was. She slowly slid her hand down her side and into her purse, drawing her mace that she always carried, just in case of this type of situation. She was scared to death. Her eyes were darting, pulse quickened, and her lips trembled. Her hands were jerky...and her mind raced with a million questions. Who was there? Where? What?

"He-he-hello!?" she managed, barely, to call out into the darkness. All that answered her was a faint echo and nothing more. A raven flew in and preched on the rail that ran some of the water and heating into the building. It squaked and spooked the hell outta poor Dannielle. She flew around and waved her mace in a panic state. She dashed to the car.

He saw his chance and he lunged at her. She fell to the ground with a loud *thump* and blood slowly began to trickle down from her scratch on her forehead. The mace rolled around on the concrete floor, making that slight swish sound. He knew that he was done, she was dead, and he didn't need X- 112. She forced one last dying word of pain, a minor umph, and she was dead. The plessure that flowed into his viens was unclenchable. He took her hand, and started to slit her wrist and cut a perfect circle about three inches above the wrist. He grabed the lose skin and ripped it. A sickening tearing sound followed by a bloody mess. he did this again to the other side, calmly got up, and walked off. The raven swooped down, and started to peck at Danielle's face, making idenifaction just that much harder...

Chapter 2 Comming in Two Weeks!!!!!!!!!