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-Four
Rose Red
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
5:07 PM
He sat alone once again, knowing that as time drew nearer and fate rested within his hands, that he would soon have what he wanted. He picked up his phone and dailed Dana's number, but she was out of service. He threw the phone against the wall, smashing it into pieces and looking around. He had to get ahold of Tommy and get things under way. But how? He now had no phone...and with Tommy missing...things were looking back. After faking his death...and making it look good...they had the perfect plan to get to Doggett and Reyes...and further...it was Tommy's fault that he was the way he was...more like it was the X-112 over dose that he had taken when it was still in development stages. But he didn't mind the sick fantasy...and the untameable urges to eat human flesh...to survive...he needed it...
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
5:09 PM
Tommy looked around the room some more, since he wasn't in the same one as Fox and Celeste, he could make some calls. He dialed the one man that he knew would be able to help him, but he didn't get anything but a busy signal, so he was either on the phone, or he had broken it in anger. He didn't know which and it didn't matter, he would have to reach him sometime...he'd never really thought about what he would do, but he went along anyway, since he'd created this monster...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
5:13 PM
Monica was thrown roughly into the room and the door slamed shut. She looked around and saw nothing but padded walls and a door. She tried to think, but her mind raced with grotesque images and pictures that she'd rather not have seen. She ran into the walls, screaming and trying to clear her mind, but there was no use. She tried to get the jacket off and couldn't...she was damned to be in there...forever...
Washington City Morgue
Washington, D.C.
Walter looked up from the newspaper he was reading when Madison walked out and looked at him with deep and pleading eyes. She had just finished the autopsy of the body found in the X-Files office. She lifted the goggles up and put them in her hair. Her eyes were sunk and sullen and Skinner didn't like it.
"What did you find Hun?"
"It wasn't Brad Follmer, like you said."
"No? Then who the hell is it?"
"I don't...I know this will sound insane...I don't even know how to say this...but that body in there...according to DNA and finger prints...its..."
"Yes?"
"It's you Sweetie."
"Me?"
"Yes...that body is you...I don't understand how or why...I mean, your right here...but...what? It just don't make sense!"
"No, it dosn't..."
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-Four
Rose Red
Undisclosed Location
Washington, D.C.
5:07 PM
He sat alone once again, knowing that as time drew nearer and fate rested within his hands, that he would soon have what he wanted. He picked up his phone and dailed Dana's number, but she was out of service. He threw the phone against the wall, smashing it into pieces and looking around. He had to get ahold of Tommy and get things under way. But how? He now had no phone...and with Tommy missing...things were looking back. After faking his death...and making it look good...they had the perfect plan to get to Doggett and Reyes...and further...it was Tommy's fault that he was the way he was...more like it was the X-112 over dose that he had taken when it was still in development stages. But he didn't mind the sick fantasy...and the untameable urges to eat human flesh...to survive...he needed it...
Bates Hotel
Georgetown, Virginia
5:09 PM
Tommy looked around the room some more, since he wasn't in the same one as Fox and Celeste, he could make some calls. He dialed the one man that he knew would be able to help him, but he didn't get anything but a busy signal, so he was either on the phone, or he had broken it in anger. He didn't know which and it didn't matter, he would have to reach him sometime...he'd never really thought about what he would do, but he went along anyway, since he'd created this monster...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
5:13 PM
Monica was thrown roughly into the room and the door slamed shut. She looked around and saw nothing but padded walls and a door. She tried to think, but her mind raced with grotesque images and pictures that she'd rather not have seen. She ran into the walls, screaming and trying to clear her mind, but there was no use. She tried to get the jacket off and couldn't...she was damned to be in there...forever...
Washington City Morgue
Washington, D.C.
Walter looked up from the newspaper he was reading when Madison walked out and looked at him with deep and pleading eyes. She had just finished the autopsy of the body found in the X-Files office. She lifted the goggles up and put them in her hair. Her eyes were sunk and sullen and Skinner didn't like it.
"What did you find Hun?"
"It wasn't Brad Follmer, like you said."
"No? Then who the hell is it?"
"I don't...I know this will sound insane...I don't even know how to say this...but that body in there...according to DNA and finger prints...its..."
"Yes?"
"It's you Sweetie."
"Me?"
"Yes...that body is you...I don't understand how or why...I mean, your right here...but...what? It just don't make sense!"
"No, it dosn't..."