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-Two
Something More Then This
Pontomaic Yards
Alexandria, Virginia
2:34 PM
Celeste ran over to the car and where Fox's limp body was. Dana soon followed and picked up the picture that the killer left behind. It was a young woman who looked alot like Celeste, but without the hair. Her hair was long and flowing, where Celeste had short, but lovely hair. She looked at the broken glass and Fox, who was slowly comming to. What the hell was he thinking? Blood poured out of his gash over his left eyebrow, and Celeste gave him a rag to clean it up and helped him up.
"What the fuck were you thinking!??!??!!??! Huh!??!?!? You could have gotten your ass killed! You know that!? What would I do then!?" scream Celeste as Dana wandered back to the car, leaving this between those two...after all...things were gettin hot anyway...Fox pressed the rag against his bloody forehead and sighed.
"I'm okay, thanks for your concern...I just saved you bloody life!"
"Yeah, at the risk of yours! You Goddamn wacko! I swear I have no idea what I am gonna do with you half the time!" said Celeste, throwing her arms up and listening to the birds sing and the wind blow, and Dana open the car door, waiting for Foxie to reply, who was just standing there with a baffled look on his face.
"It was with best intentions..." he said, shyly.
"Yeah, I know."
"Yeah." said Fox, giving Celeste a hug and kiss before wraping his arm around her shoulder and walkin away back to the car where Dana was with Tommy and ready to go. He felt like shit. He was sore and wasn't too ready to get up and doin anything, but they knew that this picture might hold key to everything in this case...they hoped. It would be very nice if it did, and then they could catch this son of a bitch and get on with thier lives...and stop jumpin into cars...
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
2:43 PM
Walter Skinner stood over the body of a man in the office that had so many memories for him it wasn't funny. The man looked alot like Assitant Director Brad Follmer, but with the face torn apart and hands decaying, it was hard to say just yet. All they could gather was he was either killed by acid and then shot, or shot and then acid poured, but they wouldn't be able to tell without a autopsy. And Dana was off on personal business, so he would have to wing it with Madison, since she was a up and comming Forensics Pathologist as well. She walked in and gasped at what she saw. She was shocked and mortifed by it. What kinda of monster could do such a thing?
Washington Memorial Hospital ICU Unit
Washington, D.C.
2:45 PM
Monica looked at John and then, suddenly, she was shot into the X-Files office, where Brad was being eaten...his face was being...chewed away by a woman...she had long hair and she could see that her face was peeling too...and as she ate, it was healing...it spooked her, yet drew her in. She had to know what was goin on and if these visions were gettin worse, she'd have to learn to control them. And this was one way, to indulge in it, she had some control, she had learned that slowly, and it was less painful on her, but she would still have spasms and episodes...
John looked into her eyes and saw nothing but a blank void. She was still...catatonic almost...emotionless...lifeless...she was like a rock, not moving or breathing, just sitting there. He was freaked. Was she okay? Was this the episode that would have her a veggie? Or was she just extremely deep in thought? Either way, he didn't like it. It freaked him the fuck out and he wasn't at all ready to lose Monica again, not again, not after what he had just went through...the hell that, that madman put him through...he lifted his hand to his cheek, where the blood had crusted and made a scar. It was a reminder to him that love was worth fighting for...so was freedom...He reached out his arm to talk to her, but when his skin touched her, she screamed and grabbed her head and started to speak in tongues. John screamed for a nurse and they came rushing in and grabbed her, trying to restain her. They couldn't. She just kept screaming and thrashing at the air and making weird noises. Her eyes darted and she began to try and rip off her cloths, but one of the male nurses got her to stand up and walled her. He grabbed a syringe and jabbed her in the neck and call for one of the Psychatric doctors to come and pick her up...she was gonna get a nice room...with some padded walls...and a really nice coat too, until she calmed down...
Scully's Appartment
Georgetown, Virgina
3:28 PM
Dana sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was alone now, with the picture. Tommy was with Celeste and Mulder at the hotel. She hoped that the picture would be someone easy to find, but she had no luck. She tried all the places that she could think, city records, pictures and even sent out an APB, but nothing. She had just gotten home no less then twenty mintues ago, but she was hopin to get answers, and quickly. She didn't like to have to wait, and what really spooked her was the uncanny resemblance to Celeste this woman had, it was as if she was the clone copy of her...
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
3:22 PM
Celeste looked over some old files with cases that made referance to skinned victims. Fox layed on the bed, arms spread out and sore. He felt slightly beeter after hittin that car, and after all, all he wanted to do was play pinball with it. He did manage to get some idea of what the killer looked like...he had a scar on his right temple. He couldn't really make it out, but it looked alot like something he'd seen before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He knew that it was somethin...maybe a symbol, because it looked like a scar, but like none he'd ever seen...a scar in the shape of a half moon...
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-Two
Something More Then This
Pontomaic Yards
Alexandria, Virginia
2:34 PM
Celeste ran over to the car and where Fox's limp body was. Dana soon followed and picked up the picture that the killer left behind. It was a young woman who looked alot like Celeste, but without the hair. Her hair was long and flowing, where Celeste had short, but lovely hair. She looked at the broken glass and Fox, who was slowly comming to. What the hell was he thinking? Blood poured out of his gash over his left eyebrow, and Celeste gave him a rag to clean it up and helped him up.
"What the fuck were you thinking!??!??!!??! Huh!??!?!? You could have gotten your ass killed! You know that!? What would I do then!?" scream Celeste as Dana wandered back to the car, leaving this between those two...after all...things were gettin hot anyway...Fox pressed the rag against his bloody forehead and sighed.
"I'm okay, thanks for your concern...I just saved you bloody life!"
"Yeah, at the risk of yours! You Goddamn wacko! I swear I have no idea what I am gonna do with you half the time!" said Celeste, throwing her arms up and listening to the birds sing and the wind blow, and Dana open the car door, waiting for Foxie to reply, who was just standing there with a baffled look on his face.
"It was with best intentions..." he said, shyly.
"Yeah, I know."
"Yeah." said Fox, giving Celeste a hug and kiss before wraping his arm around her shoulder and walkin away back to the car where Dana was with Tommy and ready to go. He felt like shit. He was sore and wasn't too ready to get up and doin anything, but they knew that this picture might hold key to everything in this case...they hoped. It would be very nice if it did, and then they could catch this son of a bitch and get on with thier lives...and stop jumpin into cars...
FBI Headquarters
Washington, D.C.
2:43 PM
Walter Skinner stood over the body of a man in the office that had so many memories for him it wasn't funny. The man looked alot like Assitant Director Brad Follmer, but with the face torn apart and hands decaying, it was hard to say just yet. All they could gather was he was either killed by acid and then shot, or shot and then acid poured, but they wouldn't be able to tell without a autopsy. And Dana was off on personal business, so he would have to wing it with Madison, since she was a up and comming Forensics Pathologist as well. She walked in and gasped at what she saw. She was shocked and mortifed by it. What kinda of monster could do such a thing?
Washington Memorial Hospital ICU Unit
Washington, D.C.
2:45 PM
Monica looked at John and then, suddenly, she was shot into the X-Files office, where Brad was being eaten...his face was being...chewed away by a woman...she had long hair and she could see that her face was peeling too...and as she ate, it was healing...it spooked her, yet drew her in. She had to know what was goin on and if these visions were gettin worse, she'd have to learn to control them. And this was one way, to indulge in it, she had some control, she had learned that slowly, and it was less painful on her, but she would still have spasms and episodes...
John looked into her eyes and saw nothing but a blank void. She was still...catatonic almost...emotionless...lifeless...she was like a rock, not moving or breathing, just sitting there. He was freaked. Was she okay? Was this the episode that would have her a veggie? Or was she just extremely deep in thought? Either way, he didn't like it. It freaked him the fuck out and he wasn't at all ready to lose Monica again, not again, not after what he had just went through...the hell that, that madman put him through...he lifted his hand to his cheek, where the blood had crusted and made a scar. It was a reminder to him that love was worth fighting for...so was freedom...He reached out his arm to talk to her, but when his skin touched her, she screamed and grabbed her head and started to speak in tongues. John screamed for a nurse and they came rushing in and grabbed her, trying to restain her. They couldn't. She just kept screaming and thrashing at the air and making weird noises. Her eyes darted and she began to try and rip off her cloths, but one of the male nurses got her to stand up and walled her. He grabbed a syringe and jabbed her in the neck and call for one of the Psychatric doctors to come and pick her up...she was gonna get a nice room...with some padded walls...and a really nice coat too, until she calmed down...
Scully's Appartment
Georgetown, Virgina
3:28 PM
Dana sighed and rubbed her eyes. She was alone now, with the picture. Tommy was with Celeste and Mulder at the hotel. She hoped that the picture would be someone easy to find, but she had no luck. She tried all the places that she could think, city records, pictures and even sent out an APB, but nothing. She had just gotten home no less then twenty mintues ago, but she was hopin to get answers, and quickly. She didn't like to have to wait, and what really spooked her was the uncanny resemblance to Celeste this woman had, it was as if she was the clone copy of her...
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
3:22 PM
Celeste looked over some old files with cases that made referance to skinned victims. Fox layed on the bed, arms spread out and sore. He felt slightly beeter after hittin that car, and after all, all he wanted to do was play pinball with it. He did manage to get some idea of what the killer looked like...he had a scar on his right temple. He couldn't really make it out, but it looked alot like something he'd seen before, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was. He knew that it was somethin...maybe a symbol, because it looked like a scar, but like none he'd ever seen...a scar in the shape of a half moon...