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 Two
Ghosts of The Past
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
9:34 AM
Monica Reyes made her way sullen and slowly to the office. She'd waken up late, and wasn't exactly expecting to see John in his best of moods, since he'd been through hell in the last few weeks. She knew what it was like to lose a loved one, and when John lost his brother, his world came crashing down on him like a massive ton of bricks. It was something that he knew was comming, since Tommy has medullobostoma, an almost impossible to treat cancer. The doctors had given him less then six weeks to live, and so he figured of all the people to tell, he would tell the only person he really knew would do his best and gave a damn, his brother, John. When he went to see John about it, he could see that in his eyes he was tourmented and in his soul...he didn't want to accept it.
When Monica finally reached the door, she let out a silent sigh, and put her hands on the cold and bitter knob to the door. A familer door at that. One that over the last few years she'd become used to having her name on and seeing John's smiling face. But today, as she could feel, would be much differant. Much much differant. It would be a dark, dolor, and even demanding day from her not to pick up too much on John's rampid and hell bent emotions. She knew that when he was like this...anyone that stood in his way would pay, so she also knew that she would have to play it cool and not go out on a limb with her ideas. But, she had no idea what the day would bring. She had no idea if it would be demanding in not making her question what she believed, or another bastardly boring day like a month previous when they went out to see a UFO abductee...who turned out to have had too many vodka's and was seeing things.
She threw the door open slowly, making an annoying creak. The lights were off and the light flooded the room. It was so not like John to have the lights out, but there he was, sitting at his desk, staring into the darkness. Alone. She suddenly had a strong pang of emotion. Sadness. Anger. Hate. Even a slight urge to take something and break it. It was not like John to have such strong emotions, and Monica meekly made her way into the room.
"Can I turn on the lights?" she asked in a light, almost girly tone that she knew would be sure to cheer up Doggett...but it didn't seem to work. He looked up, however, and his eyes, glowing almost, a heavnly shade of blue, darted back and forth. She retracted a little, having never seen John so depressed and so distant before. It scared her. The feelings she was getting from her were much stronger then she had ever gotten from him before. It was like someone walked up to her and smacked her. She had gotten strong feelings and vibes from him before, but this, this just drew the line.
"Close the door." he said, in an almost whisper, but more like a horse dragging of leaves on the ground in winter. Monica did as he said, and slowly walked over to him. She tried to catch his eyes with hers, but it was no use, he was just too deep in the trance or coma or whatever it was he was in to notice her aside from the faint smell of her perfume that, too him, as she had been told, was a refreshing summers eve. Something not many men had told her. But when she told them of her interests and job, most turned around as it was. They had, as friends, spent many nights getting to know each other, and she knew for a fact that John was not going to get any better, too soon.
"Joh ---" she was interupted.
"Monica...don't say it."
"Say what?"
"You know what."
"That I am sorry about your..."
"Yes." he snapped almost, and sent Monica back against the wall. This was a side of John she'd never imagined seeing before, and she didn't like it, at all. She slowly walked back to him, and tried again, this time sitting in his lap. She flipped on the light that was on the desk and listened to it click on. John blinked rapidly and then snapped back.
"John?"
"Yes?" he asked in a normal tone. This surprised Monica more then anything else. She knew what she was getting into now, John was having an episode. She knew, but she didn't want to say anything. She knew of his BiPolar Disorder, but she blew it off and cared not to think too much about it. She got up and walked over to turn on the normal lights. When the lights came back on...John got up and handed her a manilla folder and sighed. Monica didn't even open it, she knew by the degree of Johns episode now, that this was one case that he wasn't quite ready for.
"What is it John?" she said, looking deeply into his eyes. She could feel his emotions starting to get the best of him, and she tried her best to hide this fact and she'd gotten good at it, but it was getting harder and harder. She knew what John wanted. Needed. She needed it too. But the office, as she had always said to Brad, was no place for a relationship.
"You might wanna take a look over that, but be warned...its not too pretty." said John, as he walked out to get some coffee...leaving Monica alone to think.
Watergate Appartments
Washington, D.C.
10:13 AM
Monica and John pulled up slowly and got out. They hadn't said a word to each other on the way thier, fear of rejection or passion beyond what they could handle right now, and that was just what John didn't need...some wild sex frenzy, which would only sink him deeper into his depression cause he couldn't achive what he normally would be able to do. They were soon greeted by Mark Tompson, the county corner.
"What have we got?" asked John.
"Female, twenties, murdered within the last twenty four hours. You can tell by the freshness of the corpse and the tearing of the skin."
"Skin was torn?" asked Monica, fighting the urge to just vomit. She'd seen some bizzare shit, but someone who was sick and twisted enough to tear a persons flesh off was pushing the limits of sanity.
"Yes. Thats what I said miss."
"May we see the body?" asked John, looking into Monicas eyes...deeper and deeper each time. He could make out that she was worried, but about what, he didn't know. It scared him not to know.
"I'll be right there." said Monica. She held her head tightly, and John rushed over to her side to see what was the matter. She blew him off and threw her hands around like a maniac. She had the horrible image of the death of the woman who they had just found. She could see her skin being torn and her forehead being carved. She started to scream, and John grabbed her. Everyone rushed over as she slipped away into the darkness...
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 Two
Ghosts of The Past
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
9:34 AM
Monica Reyes made her way sullen and slowly to the office. She'd waken up late, and wasn't exactly expecting to see John in his best of moods, since he'd been through hell in the last few weeks. She knew what it was like to lose a loved one, and when John lost his brother, his world came crashing down on him like a massive ton of bricks. It was something that he knew was comming, since Tommy has medullobostoma, an almost impossible to treat cancer. The doctors had given him less then six weeks to live, and so he figured of all the people to tell, he would tell the only person he really knew would do his best and gave a damn, his brother, John. When he went to see John about it, he could see that in his eyes he was tourmented and in his soul...he didn't want to accept it.
When Monica finally reached the door, she let out a silent sigh, and put her hands on the cold and bitter knob to the door. A familer door at that. One that over the last few years she'd become used to having her name on and seeing John's smiling face. But today, as she could feel, would be much differant. Much much differant. It would be a dark, dolor, and even demanding day from her not to pick up too much on John's rampid and hell bent emotions. She knew that when he was like this...anyone that stood in his way would pay, so she also knew that she would have to play it cool and not go out on a limb with her ideas. But, she had no idea what the day would bring. She had no idea if it would be demanding in not making her question what she believed, or another bastardly boring day like a month previous when they went out to see a UFO abductee...who turned out to have had too many vodka's and was seeing things.
She threw the door open slowly, making an annoying creak. The lights were off and the light flooded the room. It was so not like John to have the lights out, but there he was, sitting at his desk, staring into the darkness. Alone. She suddenly had a strong pang of emotion. Sadness. Anger. Hate. Even a slight urge to take something and break it. It was not like John to have such strong emotions, and Monica meekly made her way into the room.
"Can I turn on the lights?" she asked in a light, almost girly tone that she knew would be sure to cheer up Doggett...but it didn't seem to work. He looked up, however, and his eyes, glowing almost, a heavnly shade of blue, darted back and forth. She retracted a little, having never seen John so depressed and so distant before. It scared her. The feelings she was getting from her were much stronger then she had ever gotten from him before. It was like someone walked up to her and smacked her. She had gotten strong feelings and vibes from him before, but this, this just drew the line.
"Close the door." he said, in an almost whisper, but more like a horse dragging of leaves on the ground in winter. Monica did as he said, and slowly walked over to him. She tried to catch his eyes with hers, but it was no use, he was just too deep in the trance or coma or whatever it was he was in to notice her aside from the faint smell of her perfume that, too him, as she had been told, was a refreshing summers eve. Something not many men had told her. But when she told them of her interests and job, most turned around as it was. They had, as friends, spent many nights getting to know each other, and she knew for a fact that John was not going to get any better, too soon.
"Joh ---" she was interupted.
"Monica...don't say it."
"Say what?"
"You know what."
"That I am sorry about your..."
"Yes." he snapped almost, and sent Monica back against the wall. This was a side of John she'd never imagined seeing before, and she didn't like it, at all. She slowly walked back to him, and tried again, this time sitting in his lap. She flipped on the light that was on the desk and listened to it click on. John blinked rapidly and then snapped back.
"John?"
"Yes?" he asked in a normal tone. This surprised Monica more then anything else. She knew what she was getting into now, John was having an episode. She knew, but she didn't want to say anything. She knew of his BiPolar Disorder, but she blew it off and cared not to think too much about it. She got up and walked over to turn on the normal lights. When the lights came back on...John got up and handed her a manilla folder and sighed. Monica didn't even open it, she knew by the degree of Johns episode now, that this was one case that he wasn't quite ready for.
"What is it John?" she said, looking deeply into his eyes. She could feel his emotions starting to get the best of him, and she tried her best to hide this fact and she'd gotten good at it, but it was getting harder and harder. She knew what John wanted. Needed. She needed it too. But the office, as she had always said to Brad, was no place for a relationship.
"You might wanna take a look over that, but be warned...its not too pretty." said John, as he walked out to get some coffee...leaving Monica alone to think.
Watergate Appartments
Washington, D.C.
10:13 AM
Monica and John pulled up slowly and got out. They hadn't said a word to each other on the way thier, fear of rejection or passion beyond what they could handle right now, and that was just what John didn't need...some wild sex frenzy, which would only sink him deeper into his depression cause he couldn't achive what he normally would be able to do. They were soon greeted by Mark Tompson, the county corner.
"What have we got?" asked John.
"Female, twenties, murdered within the last twenty four hours. You can tell by the freshness of the corpse and the tearing of the skin."
"Skin was torn?" asked Monica, fighting the urge to just vomit. She'd seen some bizzare shit, but someone who was sick and twisted enough to tear a persons flesh off was pushing the limits of sanity.
"Yes. Thats what I said miss."
"May we see the body?" asked John, looking into Monicas eyes...deeper and deeper each time. He could make out that she was worried, but about what, he didn't know. It scared him not to know.
"I'll be right there." said Monica. She held her head tightly, and John rushed over to her side to see what was the matter. She blew him off and threw her hands around like a maniac. She had the horrible image of the death of the woman who they had just found. She could see her skin being torn and her forehead being carved. She started to scream, and John grabbed her. Everyone rushed over as she slipped away into the darkness...