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 Eighteen
Agent Down
The Night Cafe
Washington, D.C.
11:00 AM
Blood seeped out of John's arm as he looked at a man who's face was starting to peel away. Bugs crawled into and out of his eye sockets and cheeks...what was left, a few scraps of rotten flash and an eye dangling by a thin, yellow, pulsating vain. He had seen some freaky shit before, but this took the cake. He didn't know what the hell was goin on. He had no idea if this man was dead or alive or what the fuck he was. But he didn't like it. The smell alone freaked him...and the thing came closer and closer...
John snapped awake. Blood was all around and his arm throbbed with intense pain. He remembered the man, but he wasn't there, was it a vision? No, thats outlandish! It was just a dream from being hit, the pain...it made him see things and he knew he was just seein things, nothing was there...no, it was alright. Help would be there soon too, he was on the phone with Dana, and she heard it, he knew it, or maybe someone else will come wandering by, but whatever, he had to get up and get to Monica. Fuck the damn wound...it would heal over time and he never wore a cast or anything that showed he was weak and had pain that was intolerable. He was a marine for God's sake and he didn't need to be acting like a Goddamn pussy duke, as his old Commander would say.
He heard cars pass by, but none stopped. He felt so alone, lost and trite. He wanted to be held by Monica. He wanted to know that everything would be okay, which was odd for him to want, but he needed it right now, and that was it. He had seen how Mulder and Celeste were and that made him want Monica that much more. He had always wanted her since the one night stand, but that was so long ago, and he had been so lonely without his wife to be there and Luke dead...life was crashing down and it hit him with full force, and Monica was his stress relief...in a way that he thought would just be on day and then that was it, a good stand, but how wrong could he have been? She was an obsession that grew with time and he knew that he had to tell her, but he was always so damn scared.
Another car passed by, the engine roared and blasted through John's head like razors. He really wished that Monica was there to be with him. But she wasn't so he'd have to make with what he had...nothing but a bloody picture from his wallet of her. He looked at it with adoring eyes and slowly closed his...
Monica dashed out of the car when they reached The Night Cafe and she saw that John was in a puddle of blood, she freaked. She grabbed and hugged him, holdin him close and kissing his forehead, she didn't want to let himn go. She didn't want to let him out of her site again, at all. She started to cry in joy and happiness that she had found John after what seemed like decades, but was only a mere few days. A few days of Hell. She looked to Dana who had a sullen smile on her face that read she too was happy to see John alive, although not as much as Monica was. She knew that she was going to be sullen for awhile, since Mulder had left her, but things were okay now, as long as he was happy, she was too. Monica pulled out her cell and tossed it to Dana. She knew that she wanted her to call 911 and get John to the hospital, he was pretty bad off, and was gonna need that bullet removed.
All alone he sat in the cafe watchin as things unfolded. He wanted to make sure that everything would work out just as he planned. He didn't want to have anything bad happen, just yet, no it was still too soon in the game for Mulder to catch on or anyone else, after all he knew exactly what was going on, and what was gonna happen, after all he was in control and everything would go his way or no way at all. He had to have things go his way if he was ever gonna have his prize...he wanted Monica's hands and Dana's eyes...he had to have them...the older ones were now starting to rot and decay too much and the eyes that Dana had looked so beautiful and he knew that if he could find a way to keep his secret safe that he could have any woman he wanted with eyes like that. A waitress walked up to him and smiled.
"Hi."
"Hello Miss."
"Can I get you something?"
"Yes, a coffee, black, two sugars please." he said, watchin intently as the ambulance rushed up and Doggett was carted off into the guarnay and rushed to the hospital and Monica hopped in and Dana followed in her car. He was pleased with what he'd seen...Step Two was comming up very soon and he had to make some calls to Dana and Monica now, more grib and daunt...draw them out to where he wanted them -- and play with them like a pair of fish in a net, his net...his twisted game was just starting....
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 Eighteen
Agent Down
The Night Cafe
Washington, D.C.
11:00 AM
Blood seeped out of John's arm as he looked at a man who's face was starting to peel away. Bugs crawled into and out of his eye sockets and cheeks...what was left, a few scraps of rotten flash and an eye dangling by a thin, yellow, pulsating vain. He had seen some freaky shit before, but this took the cake. He didn't know what the hell was goin on. He had no idea if this man was dead or alive or what the fuck he was. But he didn't like it. The smell alone freaked him...and the thing came closer and closer...
John snapped awake. Blood was all around and his arm throbbed with intense pain. He remembered the man, but he wasn't there, was it a vision? No, thats outlandish! It was just a dream from being hit, the pain...it made him see things and he knew he was just seein things, nothing was there...no, it was alright. Help would be there soon too, he was on the phone with Dana, and she heard it, he knew it, or maybe someone else will come wandering by, but whatever, he had to get up and get to Monica. Fuck the damn wound...it would heal over time and he never wore a cast or anything that showed he was weak and had pain that was intolerable. He was a marine for God's sake and he didn't need to be acting like a Goddamn pussy duke, as his old Commander would say.
He heard cars pass by, but none stopped. He felt so alone, lost and trite. He wanted to be held by Monica. He wanted to know that everything would be okay, which was odd for him to want, but he needed it right now, and that was it. He had seen how Mulder and Celeste were and that made him want Monica that much more. He had always wanted her since the one night stand, but that was so long ago, and he had been so lonely without his wife to be there and Luke dead...life was crashing down and it hit him with full force, and Monica was his stress relief...in a way that he thought would just be on day and then that was it, a good stand, but how wrong could he have been? She was an obsession that grew with time and he knew that he had to tell her, but he was always so damn scared.
Another car passed by, the engine roared and blasted through John's head like razors. He really wished that Monica was there to be with him. But she wasn't so he'd have to make with what he had...nothing but a bloody picture from his wallet of her. He looked at it with adoring eyes and slowly closed his...
Monica dashed out of the car when they reached The Night Cafe and she saw that John was in a puddle of blood, she freaked. She grabbed and hugged him, holdin him close and kissing his forehead, she didn't want to let himn go. She didn't want to let him out of her site again, at all. She started to cry in joy and happiness that she had found John after what seemed like decades, but was only a mere few days. A few days of Hell. She looked to Dana who had a sullen smile on her face that read she too was happy to see John alive, although not as much as Monica was. She knew that she was going to be sullen for awhile, since Mulder had left her, but things were okay now, as long as he was happy, she was too. Monica pulled out her cell and tossed it to Dana. She knew that she wanted her to call 911 and get John to the hospital, he was pretty bad off, and was gonna need that bullet removed.
All alone he sat in the cafe watchin as things unfolded. He wanted to make sure that everything would work out just as he planned. He didn't want to have anything bad happen, just yet, no it was still too soon in the game for Mulder to catch on or anyone else, after all he knew exactly what was going on, and what was gonna happen, after all he was in control and everything would go his way or no way at all. He had to have things go his way if he was ever gonna have his prize...he wanted Monica's hands and Dana's eyes...he had to have them...the older ones were now starting to rot and decay too much and the eyes that Dana had looked so beautiful and he knew that if he could find a way to keep his secret safe that he could have any woman he wanted with eyes like that. A waitress walked up to him and smiled.
"Hi."
"Hello Miss."
"Can I get you something?"
"Yes, a coffee, black, two sugars please." he said, watchin intently as the ambulance rushed up and Doggett was carted off into the guarnay and rushed to the hospital and Monica hopped in and Dana followed in her car. He was pleased with what he'd seen...Step Two was comming up very soon and he had to make some calls to Dana and Monica now, more grib and daunt...draw them out to where he wanted them -- and play with them like a pair of fish in a net, his net...his twisted game was just starting....