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 Nineteen
Lies Within Lies
Washington Memorial Hospital ICU Ward
Washington, D.C.
12:00 PM
Monica sat by John's bedside and cried, tears of a black stream and darkened lies poured down her cheeks and wetted John's dolor hand. The lights were dark and omnipresant, casting a dark shadow over the room, monitors clicked and buzzed and a beathing apperatus whisked on and off. Dana watched it all unfold through a plexi-glass window, with a look that spelled desperate anger and confusion to what was going on. Celeste walked up slowly and put her arms around Mulder who was standing next to Dana and kissed him, but he was like a rock, stone and intent on what was going on, and she slide down and joined the sadistic grouping of people. A doctor passed by and winked to Celeste. She didn't like the looks of him, but blew it off and returned to Monica and John who were, well, Monica was watchin him, he was still out.
A man in a dark over coat walked in and said something to Monica and she left the room with him. She came up to everyone with the man and said that he needed to talk to them about Agent Doggett. They walked down the hall and made thier way to the lobby where they sat down and listened to the Over Coat Man as he spoke.
"I know this will sound freaky, but you must listen to me and listen well, John's life rides on what I have to say, and the clock is ticking as we speak, I have been watchin the man that kidnapped him, a colleuge of mine...awhile back, but thats not important, but what is, is this. He has been injected with a virus called X-112. It is a biolgical weapon that is designed to work two ways, I created it, in likes for the US goverment, but when I learned what it was, I tried to destory it, and the man who injected John with the shit tried to kill him...I had to fake my death.
"If I didn't he'd know I was alive and I have some of the counteragent to save his life...he is right now alive, but in a waking coma...he can hear us, smell us, and even blink, but he is also paralyzed...which means he can't say or move...but he is there...and he is awake...and I am guessin by the state...he will be like this for a few more hours and then he will be fine...unless he injected too much and caused the virus countdown for the fourteen hours. Sorry, it is designed to also kill, within fourteen hours, if not enoculated...with a waking coma for the first three, and next eleven fine, but feeling like hell...we'll have to wait and see...I guess." said The Over Coat Man.
Mulder leaned foward and looked around the room, from Monica to Dana, to Celeste and back to this man who sat in front of him. Was this guy for real? What did he know about X-112, and John that no one else could know and if he did know something, how did they know he wasn't the killer himself, or in line with the killer? Fox slide his hand over to Celeste and rode down her side and into her coat, making sure no one saw what he was doing, and slightly un buttoned the button that kept her sidearm from bouncing all over, off. She giggled and she knew what he was doing, so she played along, she read his eyes, and knew. No one else noticed that, but thought he was just being very flirtatious with her.
"So how do we know your for real, Mister...?"
"Tomas McPeters..." said the Over Coat Man.
"Yeah, so Tomas, how do we know we can trust you?"
"Because I have this." he said, pulling out a syringe with a greenish- blue liquid inside and hid it back in his over coat, making sure none of the doctors around saw it and thought it was a drug.
"What is that?" asked Monica, finally saying something.
"The counteragent to X-112."
"And will it work?"
"I don't know. Should, and has been tested, but only on mice."
"I see." said Monica, leaning back and thinking. Could she risk John's life on a plight of danger and risque business? Could she really be willing to never see him again if that wasn't the counteragent, but actually enough to kill him? She didn't know what to think or do, but she knew that this man, whoever he was, was out to help or kill John, one or the other.
"So what your sayin is this, that will save his life, if he is infact, infected? And if he isn't?" asked Mulder, lossening the gun and makin little eye movements to Celeste to play along and help him out. It was working well. She not only liked it, but she was gettin to play on the edge, something she didn't have too much a chance to do when she was always behind the desk or at the crime scene lookin for small clues. She really enjoyed the change. Fox leaned over to kiss her, and pulled the gun all the way out and slide it into his trench coat pocket.
"Yes, that is what I am saying, Mr. Mulder."
"How do you know my name?"
"I am in the line to know a little...John had told me things..."
"He did?"
"Yes."
"How do you know him???" asked Dana, getting a bad feeling about who this man really was and what he was up to.
"Close friends."
"You look familer." said Monica.
"I have one of those faces, maybe we met at a party once, maybe that one after you were found, Mr. Mulder...that John threw. He had alot of us over, I met him awhile back when he was working with the NYPD. Just old buddies. Nothing more."
"I see."
"Yeah, so, are we gonna do it or no?"
"We'll wait." said Fox, keeping the gun out of sight. He knew it would stir a scene if anyone saw it, and he didn't need that right now, that was the last thing he wanted and needed.
"Why don't you let Monica decide?"
"I agree with Mulder. He is a smart guy."
"Okay, we wait then..." said the Man.
"Right." said Dana, keeping her eye on Fox, seeing as he was acting very weird around Celeste, more flirtatious then normal, and she knew it was with good cause, he always had some trick up his sleeve, and this was probably one of them...and she knew that if it came down to it, it would be Fox who would have the upper hand over the Over Coat Man.
"How long?"
"I guess two hours, longest."
"Okay then...lets go for a walk, Monica, you have our number, you stay with John and see how he comes along. Is that okay?"
"Yes."
"Okay, c'mon sir...we have to go see a friend of mine..." said Dana leading everyone outside to the car...
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 Nineteen
Lies Within Lies
Washington Memorial Hospital ICU Ward
Washington, D.C.
12:00 PM
Monica sat by John's bedside and cried, tears of a black stream and darkened lies poured down her cheeks and wetted John's dolor hand. The lights were dark and omnipresant, casting a dark shadow over the room, monitors clicked and buzzed and a beathing apperatus whisked on and off. Dana watched it all unfold through a plexi-glass window, with a look that spelled desperate anger and confusion to what was going on. Celeste walked up slowly and put her arms around Mulder who was standing next to Dana and kissed him, but he was like a rock, stone and intent on what was going on, and she slide down and joined the sadistic grouping of people. A doctor passed by and winked to Celeste. She didn't like the looks of him, but blew it off and returned to Monica and John who were, well, Monica was watchin him, he was still out.
A man in a dark over coat walked in and said something to Monica and she left the room with him. She came up to everyone with the man and said that he needed to talk to them about Agent Doggett. They walked down the hall and made thier way to the lobby where they sat down and listened to the Over Coat Man as he spoke.
"I know this will sound freaky, but you must listen to me and listen well, John's life rides on what I have to say, and the clock is ticking as we speak, I have been watchin the man that kidnapped him, a colleuge of mine...awhile back, but thats not important, but what is, is this. He has been injected with a virus called X-112. It is a biolgical weapon that is designed to work two ways, I created it, in likes for the US goverment, but when I learned what it was, I tried to destory it, and the man who injected John with the shit tried to kill him...I had to fake my death.
"If I didn't he'd know I was alive and I have some of the counteragent to save his life...he is right now alive, but in a waking coma...he can hear us, smell us, and even blink, but he is also paralyzed...which means he can't say or move...but he is there...and he is awake...and I am guessin by the state...he will be like this for a few more hours and then he will be fine...unless he injected too much and caused the virus countdown for the fourteen hours. Sorry, it is designed to also kill, within fourteen hours, if not enoculated...with a waking coma for the first three, and next eleven fine, but feeling like hell...we'll have to wait and see...I guess." said The Over Coat Man.
Mulder leaned foward and looked around the room, from Monica to Dana, to Celeste and back to this man who sat in front of him. Was this guy for real? What did he know about X-112, and John that no one else could know and if he did know something, how did they know he wasn't the killer himself, or in line with the killer? Fox slide his hand over to Celeste and rode down her side and into her coat, making sure no one saw what he was doing, and slightly un buttoned the button that kept her sidearm from bouncing all over, off. She giggled and she knew what he was doing, so she played along, she read his eyes, and knew. No one else noticed that, but thought he was just being very flirtatious with her.
"So how do we know your for real, Mister...?"
"Tomas McPeters..." said the Over Coat Man.
"Yeah, so Tomas, how do we know we can trust you?"
"Because I have this." he said, pulling out a syringe with a greenish- blue liquid inside and hid it back in his over coat, making sure none of the doctors around saw it and thought it was a drug.
"What is that?" asked Monica, finally saying something.
"The counteragent to X-112."
"And will it work?"
"I don't know. Should, and has been tested, but only on mice."
"I see." said Monica, leaning back and thinking. Could she risk John's life on a plight of danger and risque business? Could she really be willing to never see him again if that wasn't the counteragent, but actually enough to kill him? She didn't know what to think or do, but she knew that this man, whoever he was, was out to help or kill John, one or the other.
"So what your sayin is this, that will save his life, if he is infact, infected? And if he isn't?" asked Mulder, lossening the gun and makin little eye movements to Celeste to play along and help him out. It was working well. She not only liked it, but she was gettin to play on the edge, something she didn't have too much a chance to do when she was always behind the desk or at the crime scene lookin for small clues. She really enjoyed the change. Fox leaned over to kiss her, and pulled the gun all the way out and slide it into his trench coat pocket.
"Yes, that is what I am saying, Mr. Mulder."
"How do you know my name?"
"I am in the line to know a little...John had told me things..."
"He did?"
"Yes."
"How do you know him???" asked Dana, getting a bad feeling about who this man really was and what he was up to.
"Close friends."
"You look familer." said Monica.
"I have one of those faces, maybe we met at a party once, maybe that one after you were found, Mr. Mulder...that John threw. He had alot of us over, I met him awhile back when he was working with the NYPD. Just old buddies. Nothing more."
"I see."
"Yeah, so, are we gonna do it or no?"
"We'll wait." said Fox, keeping the gun out of sight. He knew it would stir a scene if anyone saw it, and he didn't need that right now, that was the last thing he wanted and needed.
"Why don't you let Monica decide?"
"I agree with Mulder. He is a smart guy."
"Okay, we wait then..." said the Man.
"Right." said Dana, keeping her eye on Fox, seeing as he was acting very weird around Celeste, more flirtatious then normal, and she knew it was with good cause, he always had some trick up his sleeve, and this was probably one of them...and she knew that if it came down to it, it would be Fox who would have the upper hand over the Over Coat Man.
"How long?"
"I guess two hours, longest."
"Okay then...lets go for a walk, Monica, you have our number, you stay with John and see how he comes along. Is that okay?"
"Yes."
"Okay, c'mon sir...we have to go see a friend of mine..." said Dana leading everyone outside to the car...