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 Thirteen
Blood Ties
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
9:00 AM
John's back felt colder now, and his eyes were starting to feel painful and sharp. He hadn't slept in a day or so, he guessed, and by now he was used to his "friend" next to him, and the psycho hadn't come back yet, this was good, but would Monica be able to find him? He had no idea, but he did get a chance to think about Tommy and what the Killer had said about him. Was it true? He knew that Tommy had worked with dangerous chemicals, he was, after all a virologist. What if this madman had gotten ahold of some of the chemicals that he was working with and was planning to unleash a virus? He had to call Dana or Monica or Fox...someone, anyone who would listen, but where was his cell? Just then the door creaked open and another body was being drug into the room. This one was male and looked to be about fifty and had greying hair. His hands were both chopped off and blood was spewing from the stumps that now were there.
John caught a glimpse of his ID and it read 'Frank Black'. Who was that? He thought back to Mulder's cases and remembered reading that name. He was a profiler. Who worked hand in hand with a cult that had recently vanished without a trace, the Millennium cult. Maybe this psycho was part of it! Yes! They were well known for thier twisted ways and demented carvings of the snake eating its own tail, the orbourus. It symbolized immortality and thier cult sign. But why? Why kill someone who you'd have worked with and trusted? And why had he cut the hands off? Well, more liked skinned them, this was the first he'd seen that had been cut clean off. The Man walked up to John and smiled.
"Friend of yours?"
"No. Who are you and what do you know about my brother?"
"I know quite alot, John."
"You know my name?"
"Yes, its not that hard."
"Why?"
"The Voices tell me. You see, I worked with Tomas on the X-112 Project...a virus that would act as a paralyzis too. In small doses it could make you go into a waking coma...but in ample, its acts as a virus. Which you have fourteen hours to get the counteragent, or your dead...it'll slowly tear up your insides and make you spasm and throw up your insides and they break your own back, quite entertaining to watch, he wanted to destory it, but I didn't, I saved it, John. Here it is." he said holding up a case of small viles filled with a light blue liquid. John retracted and tried to get free.
"Your a madman!"
"No, I am a sociopath...I know what I am doing, I just don't give a fuck...ya see?" he said drawing a gun and pointing it at John's head. He slowly pulled back the trigger and it made a soft click. It was empty.
"What was that for?"
"I need some fun, now, I have work to do, you be good, and you might get off my wall."
"Good...gettin kinda clamy and cold, if I don't mind saying so..."
"Watch your tongue John...I can kill you at anytime...and maybe I will eat your eyes...I have been having cannibalistic urges as of late."
"Fuck you."
"No thanks...you'd rather offer that to Miss Reyes..."
"What do you know!?"
"I told you, I know quite alot." said the Man and he walked off...
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
9:23 AM
Brad just hung up the phone when Monica stormed into his office. He looked up, it was nice to see her again, and he was getting worried about her. She came up to him and looked him directly in the eyes, wasting no time with minor 'how are you doings'.
"I need your help, and you will do it, Brad."
"Oh I am, am I?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
"Cause you owe me. Big time."
"What do you need?"
"Brad, John is being held captive by a madman that is using him to get to me, and I want you to get this guy and get John back, so we don't risk lossing me or Dana...all I ask...you find a way to get to him, leave the rest to us."
"What?" he said, laughing.
"Look Brad...you help me or I make your life hell...I know what your shooting for and I know what you did last month with your assistant, so I suggest you work with me, or else everyone will know about Mista Pimp Daddy England...got it?"
"Yes. I'm on it, but this is only to keep you quiet, you know that right?"
"I don't care." And with that, she stormed out of the office and Brad picked up his phone, but stopped. This was stupid and it was outlandish act to hinder his position. But was she bluffing, and how did she know? He hung up the phone and went back to work once again thinking of his next promotion...
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 Thirteen
Blood Ties
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
9:00 AM
John's back felt colder now, and his eyes were starting to feel painful and sharp. He hadn't slept in a day or so, he guessed, and by now he was used to his "friend" next to him, and the psycho hadn't come back yet, this was good, but would Monica be able to find him? He had no idea, but he did get a chance to think about Tommy and what the Killer had said about him. Was it true? He knew that Tommy had worked with dangerous chemicals, he was, after all a virologist. What if this madman had gotten ahold of some of the chemicals that he was working with and was planning to unleash a virus? He had to call Dana or Monica or Fox...someone, anyone who would listen, but where was his cell? Just then the door creaked open and another body was being drug into the room. This one was male and looked to be about fifty and had greying hair. His hands were both chopped off and blood was spewing from the stumps that now were there.
John caught a glimpse of his ID and it read 'Frank Black'. Who was that? He thought back to Mulder's cases and remembered reading that name. He was a profiler. Who worked hand in hand with a cult that had recently vanished without a trace, the Millennium cult. Maybe this psycho was part of it! Yes! They were well known for thier twisted ways and demented carvings of the snake eating its own tail, the orbourus. It symbolized immortality and thier cult sign. But why? Why kill someone who you'd have worked with and trusted? And why had he cut the hands off? Well, more liked skinned them, this was the first he'd seen that had been cut clean off. The Man walked up to John and smiled.
"Friend of yours?"
"No. Who are you and what do you know about my brother?"
"I know quite alot, John."
"You know my name?"
"Yes, its not that hard."
"Why?"
"The Voices tell me. You see, I worked with Tomas on the X-112 Project...a virus that would act as a paralyzis too. In small doses it could make you go into a waking coma...but in ample, its acts as a virus. Which you have fourteen hours to get the counteragent, or your dead...it'll slowly tear up your insides and make you spasm and throw up your insides and they break your own back, quite entertaining to watch, he wanted to destory it, but I didn't, I saved it, John. Here it is." he said holding up a case of small viles filled with a light blue liquid. John retracted and tried to get free.
"Your a madman!"
"No, I am a sociopath...I know what I am doing, I just don't give a fuck...ya see?" he said drawing a gun and pointing it at John's head. He slowly pulled back the trigger and it made a soft click. It was empty.
"What was that for?"
"I need some fun, now, I have work to do, you be good, and you might get off my wall."
"Good...gettin kinda clamy and cold, if I don't mind saying so..."
"Watch your tongue John...I can kill you at anytime...and maybe I will eat your eyes...I have been having cannibalistic urges as of late."
"Fuck you."
"No thanks...you'd rather offer that to Miss Reyes..."
"What do you know!?"
"I told you, I know quite alot." said the Man and he walked off...
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
9:23 AM
Brad just hung up the phone when Monica stormed into his office. He looked up, it was nice to see her again, and he was getting worried about her. She came up to him and looked him directly in the eyes, wasting no time with minor 'how are you doings'.
"I need your help, and you will do it, Brad."
"Oh I am, am I?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
"Cause you owe me. Big time."
"What do you need?"
"Brad, John is being held captive by a madman that is using him to get to me, and I want you to get this guy and get John back, so we don't risk lossing me or Dana...all I ask...you find a way to get to him, leave the rest to us."
"What?" he said, laughing.
"Look Brad...you help me or I make your life hell...I know what your shooting for and I know what you did last month with your assistant, so I suggest you work with me, or else everyone will know about Mista Pimp Daddy England...got it?"
"Yes. I'm on it, but this is only to keep you quiet, you know that right?"
"I don't care." And with that, she stormed out of the office and Brad picked up his phone, but stopped. This was stupid and it was outlandish act to hinder his position. But was she bluffing, and how did she know? He hung up the phone and went back to work once again thinking of his next promotion...