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, Mulder/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 Three
Les Promesses de L'Impossible
Washington Memorial Hospital
Washington, D.C.
2:39 PM
Suddenly the light flooded her eyes, and she shot up. Monica was in a bed. In a hospital, she would tell from the sappy wall decorations and music that was playing dully, but so much that you could hear it without really trying. It reminded her of when she was in the hospital after meeting John and they had thier one night stand that she and him had kept a secret for so long and so well. She knew that if Brad had found out about that, he'd have John thrown out of the FBI without thinking twice. Go straight to Deputy Director Kersh and that would be it. Which was unfair, but Brad could do it, since he was an assistant director as well as her ex- boyfriend. She hated Brad and the only reason she even went with the jackass was because she was down and he held the key to cheering her up, and she was happy, for a short while, but she still would find herself thinking of John.
The door to her room opened slowly, and she was greeted by the smiling face of Assitant Director Walter Skinner, a good friend and boss, who understand what it was like to have a bad day, and wasn't too afraid to help out when needed. She looked beyond him to see a young blonde girl, maybe thirty-nine outside, about five foot five, and a smile that seemed to even lighten her darkened and distant spirit. She walked in wearing something that looked like she knew what she was doing, she was well dressed for business, but casual too. Monica had liked to think that she was the only one who had this wack style, but she finally met someone who was almost the same.
"Hello Agent Reyes." said Skinner, handing her some flowers and smiling. Monica nodded her head in the direction of the woman, she could have talked, but she decided she'd wait a second before she opened her mouth and said something that she knew she woud later regret.
"Oh, this? This is Kristen Madison, she is in accounting, but she and I...well...lets just say that the copy machine got a little hot earlier and we hit it right off." Monica laughed, knowing that Skinner was joking, or at least she hoped he was, knowing him, you never really could tell. But thats what made him such a wonderful person and friend. Madison laughed too, but it was more of a giggle...Monica again, could only hope that she and Skinner didn't do it, well in the copy machine room...all the coffee was in there and she was planning on goin back...later on that day, if she could get someone to sign her off. She knew that Skinner wouldn't do it, even if she plead and begged him to. He was too set in his ways and what he said, most of the time, was "better safe then sorry"...
"Hi, I'm Agent Madison."
"Reyes. Plessure to meet you."
"Plessure is all mine."
"Yes, how do you know Mr. Skinner?"
"Like he said, we met in the copy room...but it wasn't as exotic as he says it is, you surely know how he can get..." she said, shooting Skinner a glance and smiling. Monica sighed and she started to laugh and they all did. A nurse walked in, she was a little short woman with black hair and hazel eyes, but sweet as apple pie.
"Good, your awake, can I get you anything?" she asked.
"No, but thank you." said Monica as she looked at Skinner and then Madison. The door once again opened, this time it was John, and he was carring a huge teddy bear and candies. He looked at her, then the bear, and smiled.
"For me?"
"No...its for this young lady, whoever she may be." he said, handing the teddy to Monica and smiling. John walked over to Skinner, whispered something in his ear, and he and Madison left. It was just her and John. No one else. John narrowed his eyes on her and she knew what was comming, she could feel his intesity and she didn't like it.
"What happend to you? You just started to...have a episode or something. It was really fucked up!"
"I don't know John, thats just it!"
"How can you not know?"
"I saw...I saw the victim getting skinned. The killer took her hands...about half way down the arm...he used a boxcutting knife." she said, fightng the urge to cry. She felt her eyes watering, but she knew John coundn't see it.
"My God...how did you know!? That was stuff I had problems believing, but to sit here and tell me what he used and how...damn Monica..."
"I know John...I know...now lets get me outta here...I feel too old here."
"Okay." said John as he went out to sign her out...
Museum of Natural History
Washington, D.C.
7:23 PM
Once again, from within the shadows, he waits. Stalking, waiting, observing her every move, making damn sure he knows her pattern. He slowly rides up in his car and parks next to hers. She dosn't take notice as she heads into the museum...he too, soon follows. His face, covered mostly by his collar on his trench coat and his hat, making it hard for anyone to even see who he is, and that is just what he wanted. He wasn't going to kill her now, no, he was goin to wait until she was home and she had the false security that she was safe and nothing would be able to happen. He walked past her and slipped into the bathroom. He looked at his hands, and squrimed. It sickened him, his hands, how rough and rigid they were. How they looked old and worn. He reached into his pocket and took out the skin of Dannielle Conners, who he'd killed not even a few days ago, so her flesh was still warm and calming against his old and cracking skin. A few drops of blood spat on the floor, but nothing to worry about, not as far as he was concerned. He knew he would have to wait, but with his new prints and gloves...he could wait a lifetime...until the urge got too strong and he would have to kill again...maybe this time closer to home...
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel
Keywords: DRR, Skinner/Other, Mulder/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 Three
Les Promesses de L'Impossible
Washington Memorial Hospital
Washington, D.C.
2:39 PM
Suddenly the light flooded her eyes, and she shot up. Monica was in a bed. In a hospital, she would tell from the sappy wall decorations and music that was playing dully, but so much that you could hear it without really trying. It reminded her of when she was in the hospital after meeting John and they had thier one night stand that she and him had kept a secret for so long and so well. She knew that if Brad had found out about that, he'd have John thrown out of the FBI without thinking twice. Go straight to Deputy Director Kersh and that would be it. Which was unfair, but Brad could do it, since he was an assistant director as well as her ex- boyfriend. She hated Brad and the only reason she even went with the jackass was because she was down and he held the key to cheering her up, and she was happy, for a short while, but she still would find herself thinking of John.
The door to her room opened slowly, and she was greeted by the smiling face of Assitant Director Walter Skinner, a good friend and boss, who understand what it was like to have a bad day, and wasn't too afraid to help out when needed. She looked beyond him to see a young blonde girl, maybe thirty-nine outside, about five foot five, and a smile that seemed to even lighten her darkened and distant spirit. She walked in wearing something that looked like she knew what she was doing, she was well dressed for business, but casual too. Monica had liked to think that she was the only one who had this wack style, but she finally met someone who was almost the same.
"Hello Agent Reyes." said Skinner, handing her some flowers and smiling. Monica nodded her head in the direction of the woman, she could have talked, but she decided she'd wait a second before she opened her mouth and said something that she knew she woud later regret.
"Oh, this? This is Kristen Madison, she is in accounting, but she and I...well...lets just say that the copy machine got a little hot earlier and we hit it right off." Monica laughed, knowing that Skinner was joking, or at least she hoped he was, knowing him, you never really could tell. But thats what made him such a wonderful person and friend. Madison laughed too, but it was more of a giggle...Monica again, could only hope that she and Skinner didn't do it, well in the copy machine room...all the coffee was in there and she was planning on goin back...later on that day, if she could get someone to sign her off. She knew that Skinner wouldn't do it, even if she plead and begged him to. He was too set in his ways and what he said, most of the time, was "better safe then sorry"...
"Hi, I'm Agent Madison."
"Reyes. Plessure to meet you."
"Plessure is all mine."
"Yes, how do you know Mr. Skinner?"
"Like he said, we met in the copy room...but it wasn't as exotic as he says it is, you surely know how he can get..." she said, shooting Skinner a glance and smiling. Monica sighed and she started to laugh and they all did. A nurse walked in, she was a little short woman with black hair and hazel eyes, but sweet as apple pie.
"Good, your awake, can I get you anything?" she asked.
"No, but thank you." said Monica as she looked at Skinner and then Madison. The door once again opened, this time it was John, and he was carring a huge teddy bear and candies. He looked at her, then the bear, and smiled.
"For me?"
"No...its for this young lady, whoever she may be." he said, handing the teddy to Monica and smiling. John walked over to Skinner, whispered something in his ear, and he and Madison left. It was just her and John. No one else. John narrowed his eyes on her and she knew what was comming, she could feel his intesity and she didn't like it.
"What happend to you? You just started to...have a episode or something. It was really fucked up!"
"I don't know John, thats just it!"
"How can you not know?"
"I saw...I saw the victim getting skinned. The killer took her hands...about half way down the arm...he used a boxcutting knife." she said, fightng the urge to cry. She felt her eyes watering, but she knew John coundn't see it.
"My God...how did you know!? That was stuff I had problems believing, but to sit here and tell me what he used and how...damn Monica..."
"I know John...I know...now lets get me outta here...I feel too old here."
"Okay." said John as he went out to sign her out...
Museum of Natural History
Washington, D.C.
7:23 PM
Once again, from within the shadows, he waits. Stalking, waiting, observing her every move, making damn sure he knows her pattern. He slowly rides up in his car and parks next to hers. She dosn't take notice as she heads into the museum...he too, soon follows. His face, covered mostly by his collar on his trench coat and his hat, making it hard for anyone to even see who he is, and that is just what he wanted. He wasn't going to kill her now, no, he was goin to wait until she was home and she had the false security that she was safe and nothing would be able to happen. He walked past her and slipped into the bathroom. He looked at his hands, and squrimed. It sickened him, his hands, how rough and rigid they were. How they looked old and worn. He reached into his pocket and took out the skin of Dannielle Conners, who he'd killed not even a few days ago, so her flesh was still warm and calming against his old and cracking skin. A few drops of blood spat on the floor, but nothing to worry about, not as far as he was concerned. He knew he would have to wait, but with his new prints and gloves...he could wait a lifetime...until the urge got too strong and he would have to kill again...maybe this time closer to home...