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 Fifteen
A Cry From The Dark
Skinner's Appartment
Crystal City, Virgina
8:23 Am
Walter rolled over and looked Madison in the eyes. Her emerald green eyes shimmered in the morning sun, she reminded him of his ex-wife, but better. She brushed her hair back and sat up, covering her naked breasts with the sheets. Walter sat up and smiled. He liked Madison, alot more then she knew. He so wanted to let her know of how he really felt, but was afraid she'd think he was rushing into thing, having only known her a few months. He wanted to be one hundred percent sure that she was the one as well...he also figured it would be much better to wait, with all that had happened in the last week...
"That was amazing." said Madison, getting up and dressed.
"Yes, it was..." said Walter, trailing off and watching her intently.
"What?" she asked, giggling and looking at Walter lovingly.
"Nothing, nothing at all...just enjoying myself before I have to go to work, and so do you, if you like, I can drive." he said, smiling and gettin his pants back on. She shot back the smile and buttoned up her blouse and threw on her jacket, which was laying on the side of the desk. Walter buttoned up his shirt and threw on his coat. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door, Madison followed, turning out the lights and closing the door.
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
10:01 AM
Brad watched as the dark figure walked around the room, picking up his little knicknacks and walking around with them. He kept his eyes on this figure as it made its way around the room, making sure to stay out of the light.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"You should know, Brad."
"How?"
"I called you."
"Yes, but..."
"No buts, Brad."
"How the hell am I supposed to know when to expect you, and Goddamnit, Monica is crawling up and down my ass!" said Brad, raising his voice more now. The figure slowly breaks into a slit of light, but only part of its hair can be made out. It was a light blondish-black colour, and it reminded Brad alot of Monica's waving hair. He loved her hair, it was what attracted him to her at first. That and her figure, so round and perfect...
"That's a good thing, for you, isn't it?" asked the Blonde Hair Person.
"No!"
"Sorry to hear."
"Yes."
"Want me leave, Brad?" asked the figure, coming into the light. It is a woman in her mid-twenties, very well built and attractive. She walks up to Brad and lays her arms around her neck, and lowers him to the desk...
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
10:00 AM
Celeste sat in the motel room looking over some case files of closely related serial killers. She took off her glasses and looked up when she heard the doors open and Fox walk in. He smiled weakly and threw his jacket across the bed. He slid up to her, wrapped his arms around her neck, and leaned over to kiss her. She giggled and looked at him gazingly.
"What ya find?"
"Not too much."
"Anything?"
"Yes, he is a copycat. About forty years ago a similar case happened. But they killed the guy. He killed about twenty people, and carved the snake into thier heads...but that was it. Not much else...as far as Light and Darkness...there is a bar, but I don't think our friend would goto a vampyer hang out, do you?"
"No, but check into it anyway, maybe we can con this guy into thinking that we are just another couple on the street...undercover for Monica and Dana, John's life may ride on this. And I don't want to get him killed, think you can play undercover, I mean, I know you havn't done it too much yet but ---"
"Oh I have...I am a field agent too ya know! Not just a pretty profiler..." she said, with a sly smile that sent a chill up and down Fox's spine. Now, he had to get to Monica...but where was she at?
67 Bennett Ave.
Washington, D.C.
10:13 AM
Monica sat and stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring. And she had the message that Black had given to her before he'd been killed, she'd also witnessed that through the visions that had been haunting her. It was troubling and she needed some time to think. Get it through her mind, see what the hell was goin on. She sighed and watched now as the birds chirped outside her window and wished that she knew what to do; and where John was..and if this location...The Night Cafe held anything to finding John...at all...
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 Fifteen
A Cry From The Dark
Skinner's Appartment
Crystal City, Virgina
8:23 Am
Walter rolled over and looked Madison in the eyes. Her emerald green eyes shimmered in the morning sun, she reminded him of his ex-wife, but better. She brushed her hair back and sat up, covering her naked breasts with the sheets. Walter sat up and smiled. He liked Madison, alot more then she knew. He so wanted to let her know of how he really felt, but was afraid she'd think he was rushing into thing, having only known her a few months. He wanted to be one hundred percent sure that she was the one as well...he also figured it would be much better to wait, with all that had happened in the last week...
"That was amazing." said Madison, getting up and dressed.
"Yes, it was..." said Walter, trailing off and watching her intently.
"What?" she asked, giggling and looking at Walter lovingly.
"Nothing, nothing at all...just enjoying myself before I have to go to work, and so do you, if you like, I can drive." he said, smiling and gettin his pants back on. She shot back the smile and buttoned up her blouse and threw on her jacket, which was laying on the side of the desk. Walter buttoned up his shirt and threw on his coat. He grabbed his keys and walked out the door, Madison followed, turning out the lights and closing the door.
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
10:01 AM
Brad watched as the dark figure walked around the room, picking up his little knicknacks and walking around with them. He kept his eyes on this figure as it made its way around the room, making sure to stay out of the light.
"So, what are you doing here?"
"You should know, Brad."
"How?"
"I called you."
"Yes, but..."
"No buts, Brad."
"How the hell am I supposed to know when to expect you, and Goddamnit, Monica is crawling up and down my ass!" said Brad, raising his voice more now. The figure slowly breaks into a slit of light, but only part of its hair can be made out. It was a light blondish-black colour, and it reminded Brad alot of Monica's waving hair. He loved her hair, it was what attracted him to her at first. That and her figure, so round and perfect...
"That's a good thing, for you, isn't it?" asked the Blonde Hair Person.
"No!"
"Sorry to hear."
"Yes."
"Want me leave, Brad?" asked the figure, coming into the light. It is a woman in her mid-twenties, very well built and attractive. She walks up to Brad and lays her arms around her neck, and lowers him to the desk...
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
10:00 AM
Celeste sat in the motel room looking over some case files of closely related serial killers. She took off her glasses and looked up when she heard the doors open and Fox walk in. He smiled weakly and threw his jacket across the bed. He slid up to her, wrapped his arms around her neck, and leaned over to kiss her. She giggled and looked at him gazingly.
"What ya find?"
"Not too much."
"Anything?"
"Yes, he is a copycat. About forty years ago a similar case happened. But they killed the guy. He killed about twenty people, and carved the snake into thier heads...but that was it. Not much else...as far as Light and Darkness...there is a bar, but I don't think our friend would goto a vampyer hang out, do you?"
"No, but check into it anyway, maybe we can con this guy into thinking that we are just another couple on the street...undercover for Monica and Dana, John's life may ride on this. And I don't want to get him killed, think you can play undercover, I mean, I know you havn't done it too much yet but ---"
"Oh I have...I am a field agent too ya know! Not just a pretty profiler..." she said, with a sly smile that sent a chill up and down Fox's spine. Now, he had to get to Monica...but where was she at?
67 Bennett Ave.
Washington, D.C.
10:13 AM
Monica sat and stared at the phone, waiting for it to ring. And she had the message that Black had given to her before he'd been killed, she'd also witnessed that through the visions that had been haunting her. It was troubling and she needed some time to think. Get it through her mind, see what the hell was goin on. She sighed and watched now as the birds chirped outside her window and wished that she knew what to do; and where John was..and if this location...The Night Cafe held anything to finding John...at all...