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 Five
Fetish And Maddness?
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
2:00 AM
He sits alone in his dark, misty room hunkering over a small photo of Dana Scully. He has had it out for her for awhile now. He knew that she would never guess it to be him, and that is why he was in Washington, D.C. again. It had been two years since she tried to put him away. And get him locked up in the asylum that he hated ever so much with a passion. He didn't like the way the nurses treated him, like he was a simple man, which according to him, he wasn't, hell no, he was advanced. He could see the worms that crawled inside and out of his hands. And the damning voices and urge that drove him to maddness to start killing in the first place. He listened closely to the dripping on the water and looked at his phone. Should he call her yet and let her know that the game is afoot? Or should he let her keep going and play his twisted game as he watched and waited for the right time to get her?
It had been two years since the original case against him. He remembered it like it was yesterday. He would...sit alone in the dark and watch her as she made her way to work, stalk her almost, but keeping a safe enough distance so that she wouldn't notice him. Then one night at the docks she had shot him in the fucking shoulder and slowed him down just enough to catch him and have him throw into the Crestmore Asylum For The Insane. But he wasn't insane at all, no! He was highly advanced. But plauged by this with the worms and other damning things that would eat away at his flesh and making him have to kill and take someone elses. He chose women most often for thier soft and comforting skin. It made him feel safe. He wasn't haunted too much. And the voices of the Damned that he had already taken would scream and make the impulse worse and worse. He couldn't take the screaming anymore. He had to pick up the phone and call Dana.
FBI Training Academy Autopsy Bay #2
Quantico, Virginia
2:10 AM
Scully had just finished up her autopsy of Dannielle Conner's when her cell went off. She sighed and looked and John and Monica, motioning to give her a second.
"Hello?"
"Hello...Dana." he said, in a deep and threatening voice.
"What the hell do you want you sick bastard! I thought you were still locked away!"
"Guess again, Sweetheart." he retored. John caught this distressed look on Dana's face and raced over. He threw the phone and looked at Scully.
"You okay!?" he asked, paniced.
"Yes...it was him." she said.
"Who? Who is him?"
"The ---" she said but was qucikly interupted by Monica screaming loudly and waving around. Her eyes bluged and she thrashed her arms all around, as if trying to fight away something. John and Dana both rushed over and brought her slowly to the ground. She screamed louder and louder and her eyes darted. John looked her worried and screamed to Scully as she rushed out the door to get help.
"DAMNIT GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!" screamed Monica, smacking John in the face, drawing blood from his lip. He retracted and watched in horror as she thrashed, feeling helpless and lost as what to do. He'd never seen her in such a distressed state and it was scaring him, he only hoped that Dana would get back, and quick with help, or they would be facing a serious episode with Monica, who wasn't at all prone to this. She continued to scream and Scully rushed in with about six medical doctors who were teachers at the acedemy.
"Miss Reyes?" one asked, as she started to calm down.
"Monica, you okay?" asked John in a soft and caring voice that sounded familer to her, but she felt so far away, as if she was somewhere else, and merely hearing the voices of those in the room. She had seen what had just happened, and she knew it. She watched in terror as a man skinned his victim, slowly and careful pealing away her skin and ripping it off the flesh, leaving mere meat and bone. The blood dripped slowly making a taunt pitter patter. She wanted to leave, but for some odd reason she seemed stuck, she couldn't move or scream, she was there and was watchin this unspeakable act of inhumanity. The worst part was that the killer looked as though he was enjoying this. He laughed meniacly as he pealed the skin off, and heard the sickenin tearing noise that followed. Monica felt her stomach dropping.
"Monica?" asked a voice and she was hurled back to reality. She shot up and swear poured from every crevise inside her body. Her hair was messed up and her eyes bloodshot. She took John's hand, trembling, and looked him in the eyes deeply and passionately. He knew this look. And it worried him.
"Lets get this son of a bitch!" she said, and the doctors helped her up and they left. John followed them, but Dana stayed back. She looked over the corpse again, and found the killers trademark. The snake eating its own tail, which he believed was immortality. What he was. Immortal. But he wasn't. And she knew that this problem, this asphyixation would lead to maddness...a fetish that would become more and more dangerous, and she had a feeling of fear and terror that she was the next victim, and this time around...she would need help. And with Monica having these episodes...there was only one man who could help. Frank Black, but would he help her? And would he be able to help her put this madman back in jail before he took his prize...her...? Only time would tell, and the clock was already ticking away...dreadfully away...
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 Five
Fetish And Maddness?
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
2:00 AM
He sits alone in his dark, misty room hunkering over a small photo of Dana Scully. He has had it out for her for awhile now. He knew that she would never guess it to be him, and that is why he was in Washington, D.C. again. It had been two years since she tried to put him away. And get him locked up in the asylum that he hated ever so much with a passion. He didn't like the way the nurses treated him, like he was a simple man, which according to him, he wasn't, hell no, he was advanced. He could see the worms that crawled inside and out of his hands. And the damning voices and urge that drove him to maddness to start killing in the first place. He listened closely to the dripping on the water and looked at his phone. Should he call her yet and let her know that the game is afoot? Or should he let her keep going and play his twisted game as he watched and waited for the right time to get her?
It had been two years since the original case against him. He remembered it like it was yesterday. He would...sit alone in the dark and watch her as she made her way to work, stalk her almost, but keeping a safe enough distance so that she wouldn't notice him. Then one night at the docks she had shot him in the fucking shoulder and slowed him down just enough to catch him and have him throw into the Crestmore Asylum For The Insane. But he wasn't insane at all, no! He was highly advanced. But plauged by this with the worms and other damning things that would eat away at his flesh and making him have to kill and take someone elses. He chose women most often for thier soft and comforting skin. It made him feel safe. He wasn't haunted too much. And the voices of the Damned that he had already taken would scream and make the impulse worse and worse. He couldn't take the screaming anymore. He had to pick up the phone and call Dana.
FBI Training Academy Autopsy Bay #2
Quantico, Virginia
2:10 AM
Scully had just finished up her autopsy of Dannielle Conner's when her cell went off. She sighed and looked and John and Monica, motioning to give her a second.
"Hello?"
"Hello...Dana." he said, in a deep and threatening voice.
"What the hell do you want you sick bastard! I thought you were still locked away!"
"Guess again, Sweetheart." he retored. John caught this distressed look on Dana's face and raced over. He threw the phone and looked at Scully.
"You okay!?" he asked, paniced.
"Yes...it was him." she said.
"Who? Who is him?"
"The ---" she said but was qucikly interupted by Monica screaming loudly and waving around. Her eyes bluged and she thrashed her arms all around, as if trying to fight away something. John and Dana both rushed over and brought her slowly to the ground. She screamed louder and louder and her eyes darted. John looked her worried and screamed to Scully as she rushed out the door to get help.
"DAMNIT GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!!!!!!!" screamed Monica, smacking John in the face, drawing blood from his lip. He retracted and watched in horror as she thrashed, feeling helpless and lost as what to do. He'd never seen her in such a distressed state and it was scaring him, he only hoped that Dana would get back, and quick with help, or they would be facing a serious episode with Monica, who wasn't at all prone to this. She continued to scream and Scully rushed in with about six medical doctors who were teachers at the acedemy.
"Miss Reyes?" one asked, as she started to calm down.
"Monica, you okay?" asked John in a soft and caring voice that sounded familer to her, but she felt so far away, as if she was somewhere else, and merely hearing the voices of those in the room. She had seen what had just happened, and she knew it. She watched in terror as a man skinned his victim, slowly and careful pealing away her skin and ripping it off the flesh, leaving mere meat and bone. The blood dripped slowly making a taunt pitter patter. She wanted to leave, but for some odd reason she seemed stuck, she couldn't move or scream, she was there and was watchin this unspeakable act of inhumanity. The worst part was that the killer looked as though he was enjoying this. He laughed meniacly as he pealed the skin off, and heard the sickenin tearing noise that followed. Monica felt her stomach dropping.
"Monica?" asked a voice and she was hurled back to reality. She shot up and swear poured from every crevise inside her body. Her hair was messed up and her eyes bloodshot. She took John's hand, trembling, and looked him in the eyes deeply and passionately. He knew this look. And it worried him.
"Lets get this son of a bitch!" she said, and the doctors helped her up and they left. John followed them, but Dana stayed back. She looked over the corpse again, and found the killers trademark. The snake eating its own tail, which he believed was immortality. What he was. Immortal. But he wasn't. And she knew that this problem, this asphyixation would lead to maddness...a fetish that would become more and more dangerous, and she had a feeling of fear and terror that she was the next victim, and this time around...she would need help. And with Monica having these episodes...there was only one man who could help. Frank Black, but would he help her? And would he be able to help her put this madman back in jail before he took his prize...her...? Only time would tell, and the clock was already ticking away...dreadfully away...