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 Twenty
Beyond The Breaking Point
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
12:39 PM
Brad smiled and looked at the woman. She was so beautiful and he had been very pleased with her preformance as well as his, and the fact that no one came into see what the damn screaming was about, he was very impressed. She smiled at him and got dressed and did he. It was a wild morning. Very wild, indeed. But he wasn't gonna complain. The woman smiled at him again and walked over.
"You were so good, Brad."
"Thanks you were great yourself."
"I know..." she said in a extremely seductive voice that made Brad want more, but he knew he couldn't since this time he figured everyone would come rushing to see what the hell was goin on with him. So he contained his composure and went on. She walked around the room and played with her hair, smirking and giggling all the way around to Brads chair, where she sat down and looked at him.
"So, how lucky do you feel?"
"Why?"
"I want to know..."
"I guess pretty lucky."
"Good."
"Why?"
"We need you, Brad."
"For what?"
"I can't say, only my boss can, who sent me here."
"Uh huh, right, well tell him to fuck himself, I am not interested."
"Too bad..." said The Woman as she pulled a .45 ACP on Brad and stuck it into his back, after gettin up and walkin over to him. He jumped a little and then got a worried look on his face.
"Walk." she said in a very decisive tone. Brad slowly walked out of his office, and down the halls, people glancing at him as if to see what was going on, since it was rare to see Brad or anyone really high up walking around. She led him down to the elevator, and told him to take her down to the basement. She waited and waited with him in the elevator as it went down the floors, one by one, dinging with each floor that passed. She watched as Brad's expressions changed with each floor and he worked out what he could do to get the gun from her, but he knew and she knew, she was in control and there was nothing that he could do. When they reached the basement, Brad led her, at her demand, to the X-Files office. She told him to enter, and wait for her to come back...and if he didn't, he would be dead...just like she poped into his office, he would be a puddle on the floor of the basement office, the X-Files office...where the FBI's Most Unwanted lurked.
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
12:45 PM
Walter Skinner looked over some papers and took a few calls while he waited for Madison to get on break and come see him. It seemed like forever and ever, but he knew that she woud show, since she always did. He liked her company, and he was considering in poping the question with her, too. He had been sitting there when Dana walked in with a man in an over coat, Fox and Celeste.
"Welcome, come right on in." said Skinner, noting everyone just walking in without knocking or asking. They all sat down, and looked at him.
"We need your help."
"What is it?"
"This man, claims to have a cure for something called X-112, but he won't tell us what the hell it really is, aside from a virus, and we would like you to see what you can get, being an Assitant Director and all." said Celeste.
"Okay, why me?"
"Cause we need access to high up files, files we can't get."
"And you assume I can?"
"Yes."
"Why?" asked Skinner, sighing and taking off his glasses.
"Because we love you..." said Fox, grinning.
"Mulder..."
"Walter..."
"Alright...I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you."
"Welcome...now, leave, I have Maddy commin to see me."
"Maddy?" asked The Over Coat Man, chuckling.
"Shut up." said Fox, walkin out with Celeste. Dana soon followed, as did the Man. They all left the FBI buling and headed back to Dana's car, and Fox slowly let the hammer back on the .45 makin sure not to make too much noise, didn't want to cue anything that would lead into any great deal of trouble...
Washington Memorial Hospital ICU Unit
Washington, D.C.
1:01 PM
Monica watched as John slowly came around. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at Monica, and smiled. She started to cry again, and John reached up to her eyes, and wiped the tears away, smiling to her, and lifting her head with his hand. She looked at him with gazing eyes and he knew he could tell her how he felt. He tried to say something, but forgot what he wanted to say, and just how to say it. He scanned his mind for the right words.
"Monica...I uh..."
"Yes, John?"
"I love you, Monica." he said, almost choking it out in a nervous tone, it was tight and constricting, but she knew he was serious, she knew that he always had a hard time expressing himself. She smiled and cried even more, and through her golden tears, she whispered that she loved him to and nothing could come between them.
"John...in spite of all this, I have to ask...did your brother have hazel eyes and wild greying black hair?"
"Yes, why?"
"He is alive."
"What? He is dead..." said John, with a paniced tone.
"I just talked with him, John."
"Wha...how?"
"I don't know, but I don't like it."
"So much for making Love right here, huh?" said John, smiling at Monica. She laughed at his mild joke and they got serious again, things were starting to get bizzare...really, really, really bizzare, and thing were about to get worse...much worse...
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 Twenty
Beyond The Breaking Point
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
12:39 PM
Brad smiled and looked at the woman. She was so beautiful and he had been very pleased with her preformance as well as his, and the fact that no one came into see what the damn screaming was about, he was very impressed. She smiled at him and got dressed and did he. It was a wild morning. Very wild, indeed. But he wasn't gonna complain. The woman smiled at him again and walked over.
"You were so good, Brad."
"Thanks you were great yourself."
"I know..." she said in a extremely seductive voice that made Brad want more, but he knew he couldn't since this time he figured everyone would come rushing to see what the hell was goin on with him. So he contained his composure and went on. She walked around the room and played with her hair, smirking and giggling all the way around to Brads chair, where she sat down and looked at him.
"So, how lucky do you feel?"
"Why?"
"I want to know..."
"I guess pretty lucky."
"Good."
"Why?"
"We need you, Brad."
"For what?"
"I can't say, only my boss can, who sent me here."
"Uh huh, right, well tell him to fuck himself, I am not interested."
"Too bad..." said The Woman as she pulled a .45 ACP on Brad and stuck it into his back, after gettin up and walkin over to him. He jumped a little and then got a worried look on his face.
"Walk." she said in a very decisive tone. Brad slowly walked out of his office, and down the halls, people glancing at him as if to see what was going on, since it was rare to see Brad or anyone really high up walking around. She led him down to the elevator, and told him to take her down to the basement. She waited and waited with him in the elevator as it went down the floors, one by one, dinging with each floor that passed. She watched as Brad's expressions changed with each floor and he worked out what he could do to get the gun from her, but he knew and she knew, she was in control and there was nothing that he could do. When they reached the basement, Brad led her, at her demand, to the X-Files office. She told him to enter, and wait for her to come back...and if he didn't, he would be dead...just like she poped into his office, he would be a puddle on the floor of the basement office, the X-Files office...where the FBI's Most Unwanted lurked.
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
12:45 PM
Walter Skinner looked over some papers and took a few calls while he waited for Madison to get on break and come see him. It seemed like forever and ever, but he knew that she woud show, since she always did. He liked her company, and he was considering in poping the question with her, too. He had been sitting there when Dana walked in with a man in an over coat, Fox and Celeste.
"Welcome, come right on in." said Skinner, noting everyone just walking in without knocking or asking. They all sat down, and looked at him.
"We need your help."
"What is it?"
"This man, claims to have a cure for something called X-112, but he won't tell us what the hell it really is, aside from a virus, and we would like you to see what you can get, being an Assitant Director and all." said Celeste.
"Okay, why me?"
"Cause we need access to high up files, files we can't get."
"And you assume I can?"
"Yes."
"Why?" asked Skinner, sighing and taking off his glasses.
"Because we love you..." said Fox, grinning.
"Mulder..."
"Walter..."
"Alright...I'll see what I can do."
"Thank you."
"Welcome...now, leave, I have Maddy commin to see me."
"Maddy?" asked The Over Coat Man, chuckling.
"Shut up." said Fox, walkin out with Celeste. Dana soon followed, as did the Man. They all left the FBI buling and headed back to Dana's car, and Fox slowly let the hammer back on the .45 makin sure not to make too much noise, didn't want to cue anything that would lead into any great deal of trouble...
Washington Memorial Hospital ICU Unit
Washington, D.C.
1:01 PM
Monica watched as John slowly came around. His eyes fluttered open and he looked at Monica, and smiled. She started to cry again, and John reached up to her eyes, and wiped the tears away, smiling to her, and lifting her head with his hand. She looked at him with gazing eyes and he knew he could tell her how he felt. He tried to say something, but forgot what he wanted to say, and just how to say it. He scanned his mind for the right words.
"Monica...I uh..."
"Yes, John?"
"I love you, Monica." he said, almost choking it out in a nervous tone, it was tight and constricting, but she knew he was serious, she knew that he always had a hard time expressing himself. She smiled and cried even more, and through her golden tears, she whispered that she loved him to and nothing could come between them.
"John...in spite of all this, I have to ask...did your brother have hazel eyes and wild greying black hair?"
"Yes, why?"
"He is alive."
"What? He is dead..." said John, with a paniced tone.
"I just talked with him, John."
"Wha...how?"
"I don't know, but I don't like it."
"So much for making Love right here, huh?" said John, smiling at Monica. She laughed at his mild joke and they got serious again, things were starting to get bizzare...really, really, really bizzare, and thing were about to get worse...much worse...