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 Twelve
A Brand New Day
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
7:31 AM
Assitant Director Brad Follmer sat alone in his office, and swung around in his chair. He hadn't heard or seen from Agent Doggett or Monica in a few days, but that didn't worry him, no he had ears all over. He was on his way up too...so little things like this did nothing for him. He'd met Agent Madison, but they didn't click, was somethin about her personaility that ticked him off...too American...he was English, after all. Skinner was bad too. He didn't like him too much, too free willed and daring to be a Assitant Director, and ever since he heard that Mulder left, whoever he was, he'd seen Skinner's progress drop like Agent Scullys had. It was not becoming of a Assitant Director, so he believed. But that was okay. He would soon be where Deputy Director Kersh was and in charge. He had it all in line, now all he needed to do was play his cards right. Just then, shattering his thoughts, was the phone...
Skinner's Appartment
Crystal City, Virginia
7:35 AM
Skinner walked up to his door and stuck the key in. He listened for the familer click and went in. Madison soon followed. Mulder had left, as well as Scully and Celeste, it was just the two of them now. Nothing more could go wrong then it already had, or so they would think. No one was gonna come running in and tell them to get on the floor...he was the Assitant Director at the FBI...who was stupid enough? And what did he have that was really worth while in stealing? A DVD Player? Maybe...TV...no way...too old. He walked in and tossed his jacket on the chair. It hung there like a dead corpse would. Drapped over, sad almost not being worn. Madison sulked into his room and closed the door. Walter knew what was gonna happen, and he liked it. It had been years since he was last laid, and this would be great for his week that had gone ever so wrong and started with nothing more then a mere murder that looked easy enough. He walked over to the door and tried to open it. It slowly creaked open and he was greeted by a bra clad Madison...beckoning him....
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
8:00 AM
Mulder sat on his bed and looked at Celeste. Her eyes sparkled and he hair blew gently in the warm breeze from the near by open window. He loved her. Alot. She completed him. His life wasn't filled with so many lonely nights and distrought questions with no answers...dead ends. No, now they had meaning and acceptance. He was loved and he loved back, it was perfect. Nothing could go wrong at all. Not after a night like they had. The big come back and Doggett missing, but that didn't stop him from having some seriously good fun with Celeste. No. And he knew that she liked him. He was good in bed. She told him so everytime. And she wouldn't lie, not to her fiance and future husband. She rolled over and sat up.
"So, how are you holding up, Foxie?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Dana is your bestfriend...and she is being stalked...and that Doggett guy is being held...how do you do it? Stay calm?"
"I just ignore the whole world. And focus on you, my Sweet."
"I see..." she said and got a little closer to him. His eyes locked on hers and they locked lips...a long, passionate kiss ensued...Fox knew that she was his true love, his perfect other, and he would give it all up for her...he would do the same for Scully...but could he live with himself if Celeste left? No...she rolled over on top of him and smiled. He just grinned, grabbed her and started to make out ...passionately and vigorously...
67 Bennett Ave.
Washington, D.C.
8:01 AM
Monica sat at her couch and wept. She didn't know what the hell to do? She was so lost. John was missing...that Frank Black man gave her this address, but was it right? And what if it was just a ploy to get her to come and see him so the killer could get her too? What was it? She didn't know what to do or think. What if she never had the chance to really explain how she felt for him? She wouldn't be able to live with herself. She couldn't bare to think of it. Never seeing John again...it ripped a gap into her heart that she felt was always missing anyway, except when she was there with him, but she feared rejection...he never let anyone get too close because of his son's death...and that scared her, but she thought that maybe if she did get in...she could express herself and be with her own true love...
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
8:13 AM
John stared the killer in the eyes. His dark, piercing eyes stabbed into his soul and he felt as though this man could read him. It scared him, it was like being a POW...which he had the displesure of being in the war. His cuts had clotted over and his eyes started to dart now, he was nervous. The killer was gettin sicker and sicker each moment and the horendous smell was making him want to vomit in the worst of ways. His eyes would cry and he would wish that he was dead, but then he could never say how he truely felt for Monica. He just wished he could. He watched as the killer left, and the door slamed. He was damned now. He was stuck until someone came, but he knew already that he was just bait for Scully or Monica...bait...his feelings being played so he could be used to kill and get off some fuckers plessures that he couldn't otherwise...
Scully's Apparment
Georgetown, Virginia
8:15 AM
Dana lay in her bed, staring straight up at her roof. She was sader then she was before now that she had discovered that Mulder had moved on...and she hadn't, which made her feel even worse. She felt as though she was still living in the past in a broken dream that she didn't want to let go of. Something that she wanted to keep and hold, but now with Mulder engaged, she couldn't. She knew nothing really changed, since he flew out there as soon as he found out that she was in trouble, but with his heart to her...it hurt. Alot. She cried as she looked over her photo album of Williams birthdays and other events that he missed. She so much wanted to be with him. She was suddenly startled by William reaching for some milk and spilling it...but would she be safe? Was the killer still after her and if so, who the fuck was this mad man!? What did he want with her? Her answers that couldn't yet be answered bugged her...she hated to think that she was being watched ever second of the day by some Goddamn Sociopath who got a charge out of it...it spooked her bad...
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 Twelve
A Brand New Day
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
7:31 AM
Assitant Director Brad Follmer sat alone in his office, and swung around in his chair. He hadn't heard or seen from Agent Doggett or Monica in a few days, but that didn't worry him, no he had ears all over. He was on his way up too...so little things like this did nothing for him. He'd met Agent Madison, but they didn't click, was somethin about her personaility that ticked him off...too American...he was English, after all. Skinner was bad too. He didn't like him too much, too free willed and daring to be a Assitant Director, and ever since he heard that Mulder left, whoever he was, he'd seen Skinner's progress drop like Agent Scullys had. It was not becoming of a Assitant Director, so he believed. But that was okay. He would soon be where Deputy Director Kersh was and in charge. He had it all in line, now all he needed to do was play his cards right. Just then, shattering his thoughts, was the phone...
Skinner's Appartment
Crystal City, Virginia
7:35 AM
Skinner walked up to his door and stuck the key in. He listened for the familer click and went in. Madison soon followed. Mulder had left, as well as Scully and Celeste, it was just the two of them now. Nothing more could go wrong then it already had, or so they would think. No one was gonna come running in and tell them to get on the floor...he was the Assitant Director at the FBI...who was stupid enough? And what did he have that was really worth while in stealing? A DVD Player? Maybe...TV...no way...too old. He walked in and tossed his jacket on the chair. It hung there like a dead corpse would. Drapped over, sad almost not being worn. Madison sulked into his room and closed the door. Walter knew what was gonna happen, and he liked it. It had been years since he was last laid, and this would be great for his week that had gone ever so wrong and started with nothing more then a mere murder that looked easy enough. He walked over to the door and tried to open it. It slowly creaked open and he was greeted by a bra clad Madison...beckoning him....
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
8:00 AM
Mulder sat on his bed and looked at Celeste. Her eyes sparkled and he hair blew gently in the warm breeze from the near by open window. He loved her. Alot. She completed him. His life wasn't filled with so many lonely nights and distrought questions with no answers...dead ends. No, now they had meaning and acceptance. He was loved and he loved back, it was perfect. Nothing could go wrong at all. Not after a night like they had. The big come back and Doggett missing, but that didn't stop him from having some seriously good fun with Celeste. No. And he knew that she liked him. He was good in bed. She told him so everytime. And she wouldn't lie, not to her fiance and future husband. She rolled over and sat up.
"So, how are you holding up, Foxie?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Dana is your bestfriend...and she is being stalked...and that Doggett guy is being held...how do you do it? Stay calm?"
"I just ignore the whole world. And focus on you, my Sweet."
"I see..." she said and got a little closer to him. His eyes locked on hers and they locked lips...a long, passionate kiss ensued...Fox knew that she was his true love, his perfect other, and he would give it all up for her...he would do the same for Scully...but could he live with himself if Celeste left? No...she rolled over on top of him and smiled. He just grinned, grabbed her and started to make out ...passionately and vigorously...
67 Bennett Ave.
Washington, D.C.
8:01 AM
Monica sat at her couch and wept. She didn't know what the hell to do? She was so lost. John was missing...that Frank Black man gave her this address, but was it right? And what if it was just a ploy to get her to come and see him so the killer could get her too? What was it? She didn't know what to do or think. What if she never had the chance to really explain how she felt for him? She wouldn't be able to live with herself. She couldn't bare to think of it. Never seeing John again...it ripped a gap into her heart that she felt was always missing anyway, except when she was there with him, but she feared rejection...he never let anyone get too close because of his son's death...and that scared her, but she thought that maybe if she did get in...she could express herself and be with her own true love...
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
8:13 AM
John stared the killer in the eyes. His dark, piercing eyes stabbed into his soul and he felt as though this man could read him. It scared him, it was like being a POW...which he had the displesure of being in the war. His cuts had clotted over and his eyes started to dart now, he was nervous. The killer was gettin sicker and sicker each moment and the horendous smell was making him want to vomit in the worst of ways. His eyes would cry and he would wish that he was dead, but then he could never say how he truely felt for Monica. He just wished he could. He watched as the killer left, and the door slamed. He was damned now. He was stuck until someone came, but he knew already that he was just bait for Scully or Monica...bait...his feelings being played so he could be used to kill and get off some fuckers plessures that he couldn't otherwise...
Scully's Apparment
Georgetown, Virginia
8:15 AM
Dana lay in her bed, staring straight up at her roof. She was sader then she was before now that she had discovered that Mulder had moved on...and she hadn't, which made her feel even worse. She felt as though she was still living in the past in a broken dream that she didn't want to let go of. Something that she wanted to keep and hold, but now with Mulder engaged, she couldn't. She knew nothing really changed, since he flew out there as soon as he found out that she was in trouble, but with his heart to her...it hurt. Alot. She cried as she looked over her photo album of Williams birthdays and other events that he missed. She so much wanted to be with him. She was suddenly startled by William reaching for some milk and spilling it...but would she be safe? Was the killer still after her and if so, who the fuck was this mad man!? What did he want with her? Her answers that couldn't yet be answered bugged her...she hated to think that she was being watched ever second of the day by some Goddamn Sociopath who got a charge out of it...it spooked her bad...