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 Sixteen
Freedom
Undiclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
10:32 AM
John sighed because he knew that it was all over. He's not going to live, he was dead. He would never ever have the chance to say to Monica how he truely felt, he was damned to die alone and with a madman who knew everything about him, and killed his brother, he owed him alot for that, he owed him a fucking bullet in the head for that, and he didn't even know how much X-112 he had either. He didn't know where his gun was for that matter, for all he knew the jerk had it. He looked around and he saw a key on the table near him. He watched for the Man and he waited for him to return, he knew he would, he would have to stand there and call Monica or Dana to tourment him.
The man walked in, smiling to John. John looked at him and wondered what the hell was either so damn funny, or so damn great that he had to smile at him and what he was going to do next. He had tried to get inside this guys head, but it was harder then alot of the profilers had told him it would be. That was the reason he was a Special Agent and not a Profiler, he guessed.
"Hello John."
"Hi."
"I have news for you now."
"Whats that, your mom called you and said your sharp as a tack and you can let me go?"
"Nice try, but no!" he said, punching John in the stomach, causing him to spew blood from his mouth. It trickled down his lips and the taste was bitter. He sucked it all in and tried to fight back the urge to kick this motherfuckers ass. He laughed to himself and fought the urge to cut him again.
"Now, can be be polite and listen?"
"Yes..." said John fighting for more air.
"I called your girl and she is gonna meet me, and your goin free...I hope you don't mind that I take Monica in your place...I mean, its a fair trade, since your filthy and tart...I don't like that, I prefer soft and smooth...makes for better gloves...and about that guy...I was in dire need of some new face skin...mine was starting to peel, ya know?" said the Killer as he walked around to Johns side and got up inside his face. John sneered and lunged at him. He chuckled some more and went back around.
"I know you also have a thing for Dana...so tell me, is it Monica your madly in love with, or Dana, or both? Hhhhmmm?"
"Listen you son of a bitch...you don't know me...at all..."
"Yes I do. Need I lay out your life for you?"
"No. How?"
"Connections, John, I told you, I knew your brother and I have Voices that tell me these things...now, goodbye..."
"Wait!"
"What?" he said, spinning around. Water continued to drip and the room was getting hot, and John's blood was starting to crust on his skin again.
"You let me go, you get off."
"Hhhmmm, let me think...No!" said The Killer and he walked off. John caught glimpse of the key again, and tried to reach it, but no luck. He nudged the table just enough, and it was close enough to get with his shoe. Now what? He slowly slide it up to his hands and he unlocked his one shackle and then the other. He walked over slowly to the table where the dead body of Frank Black was, with part of his face peeled away, revealing his mucsles and a couple of maggots and roaches crawling around inside. He put on his shirt and grabbed his gun, cocked it, and followed to where the killer was going...
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 Sixteen
Freedom
Undiclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
10:32 AM
John sighed because he knew that it was all over. He's not going to live, he was dead. He would never ever have the chance to say to Monica how he truely felt, he was damned to die alone and with a madman who knew everything about him, and killed his brother, he owed him alot for that, he owed him a fucking bullet in the head for that, and he didn't even know how much X-112 he had either. He didn't know where his gun was for that matter, for all he knew the jerk had it. He looked around and he saw a key on the table near him. He watched for the Man and he waited for him to return, he knew he would, he would have to stand there and call Monica or Dana to tourment him.
The man walked in, smiling to John. John looked at him and wondered what the hell was either so damn funny, or so damn great that he had to smile at him and what he was going to do next. He had tried to get inside this guys head, but it was harder then alot of the profilers had told him it would be. That was the reason he was a Special Agent and not a Profiler, he guessed.
"Hello John."
"Hi."
"I have news for you now."
"Whats that, your mom called you and said your sharp as a tack and you can let me go?"
"Nice try, but no!" he said, punching John in the stomach, causing him to spew blood from his mouth. It trickled down his lips and the taste was bitter. He sucked it all in and tried to fight back the urge to kick this motherfuckers ass. He laughed to himself and fought the urge to cut him again.
"Now, can be be polite and listen?"
"Yes..." said John fighting for more air.
"I called your girl and she is gonna meet me, and your goin free...I hope you don't mind that I take Monica in your place...I mean, its a fair trade, since your filthy and tart...I don't like that, I prefer soft and smooth...makes for better gloves...and about that guy...I was in dire need of some new face skin...mine was starting to peel, ya know?" said the Killer as he walked around to Johns side and got up inside his face. John sneered and lunged at him. He chuckled some more and went back around.
"I know you also have a thing for Dana...so tell me, is it Monica your madly in love with, or Dana, or both? Hhhhmmm?"
"Listen you son of a bitch...you don't know me...at all..."
"Yes I do. Need I lay out your life for you?"
"No. How?"
"Connections, John, I told you, I knew your brother and I have Voices that tell me these things...now, goodbye..."
"Wait!"
"What?" he said, spinning around. Water continued to drip and the room was getting hot, and John's blood was starting to crust on his skin again.
"You let me go, you get off."
"Hhhmmm, let me think...No!" said The Killer and he walked off. John caught glimpse of the key again, and tried to reach it, but no luck. He nudged the table just enough, and it was close enough to get with his shoe. Now what? He slowly slide it up to his hands and he unlocked his one shackle and then the other. He walked over slowly to the table where the dead body of Frank Black was, with part of his face peeled away, revealing his mucsles and a couple of maggots and roaches crawling around inside. He put on his shirt and grabbed his gun, cocked it, and followed to where the killer was going...