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-Five
The Colour of Blood
Offices of "The Lone Gunmen"
Takoma Park, Maryland
5:23 PM
Dana looked up from the computer that flashed in front of her and Byers. They had a definate match on who this woman was. Her name was Janet Melissa Martin. They all looked at Celeste and Mulder. Celeste walked over and looked at the name. It had to be wrong. She looked at the screen and threw her arms up. That was her dead sister. She had been dead for a few years now. She had forgotten her, with good cause. She was known for her wild nights and outlandish dates. She never listened and when she would up with someone in the wrong crowd...she was shot and killed...but she wasn't ready to go into that. Her eyes filled with tears and she rushed out. Fox followed.
"Hun, whats wrong?"
"That's my sister." she said, sniffling.
"You have a sister?"
"Had. She was shot, part of the reason I became a Profiler."
"Oh."
"Yes." she said, drawing closer to Fox. He looked down at her, and hugged her, holding her tight and close...he didn't want to have her this upset...he wasn't gonna force her to talk about this. He brought her tear stricken eyes to his, and kissed her. She smiled and looked at him.
"Wanna leave?"
"No, we have to get to the bottom of this."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Sweetie, I am sure."
"Okay."
"I love you."
"I love you as well...with all my heart...your my other half of my soul...without you I am nothing more then a madman screaming into the night...without you I am nothing. I am alone." said Mulder...starting to cry himself, but quickly fighting it, and Celly brought her hand up and wiped away his tears. They slowly made thier way back in and sighed. Byers looked at them, and so did Zoe. Things looked bad. Celeste was gonna have to explain what was goin on...
"Thats my sister."
"Your sister?"
"Yes, she has been dead a few years, but she got in with a guy named Manchester...he was shot by you, Agent Scully. He killed her...but he shot her, he didn't skin her, so I highly doubt this is Manchester your looking for, I think its someone else in his group...there was another man...Tomas Doggett, who is listed as dead, but I saw him with us earlier; I just didn't want to spark anything...anyway, she was killed...and I think that maybe the link we need...now, that is the lab where the virus Tomas explained to us is...X-112...it was made to look run down as a decoy."
"You know this how?" asked Frohike, gettin suspious.
"I knew my sister well."
"Oh."
"Yes. So...anyone up for a drive?" asked Celeste...waving around her keys...
Washinton Memorial Hospital ICU Unit
Washington, D.C.
5:46 PM
John got up and packed his cloths. He had to see Monica. And since he was better, again, he didn't need to be there, he hated hospitals...so much death and sorrow...so dark and sullen...too much for him. He had to know if Monica was alright...he rushed our and passed everyone at the Reception Desk, not bothering to sign out and sped away to Crestmore...where Monica was being held...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
6:00 PM
Monica screamed and screamed. She couldn't stop. She was alone and trapped within her own mind. She was trapped in a Fantaisie Tordue, a twisted fantasy...one that only a psycho could enjoy. John watched her from one of the monitors and sat down. He couldn't believe it. She was insane...she'd lost her damn mind! She was nothing more then a scream bitch now...would she ever be okay? Could he save her sanity? Only time would tell...
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-Five
The Colour of Blood
Offices of "The Lone Gunmen"
Takoma Park, Maryland
5:23 PM
Dana looked up from the computer that flashed in front of her and Byers. They had a definate match on who this woman was. Her name was Janet Melissa Martin. They all looked at Celeste and Mulder. Celeste walked over and looked at the name. It had to be wrong. She looked at the screen and threw her arms up. That was her dead sister. She had been dead for a few years now. She had forgotten her, with good cause. She was known for her wild nights and outlandish dates. She never listened and when she would up with someone in the wrong crowd...she was shot and killed...but she wasn't ready to go into that. Her eyes filled with tears and she rushed out. Fox followed.
"Hun, whats wrong?"
"That's my sister." she said, sniffling.
"You have a sister?"
"Had. She was shot, part of the reason I became a Profiler."
"Oh."
"Yes." she said, drawing closer to Fox. He looked down at her, and hugged her, holding her tight and close...he didn't want to have her this upset...he wasn't gonna force her to talk about this. He brought her tear stricken eyes to his, and kissed her. She smiled and looked at him.
"Wanna leave?"
"No, we have to get to the bottom of this."
"You sure?"
"Yes, Sweetie, I am sure."
"Okay."
"I love you."
"I love you as well...with all my heart...your my other half of my soul...without you I am nothing more then a madman screaming into the night...without you I am nothing. I am alone." said Mulder...starting to cry himself, but quickly fighting it, and Celly brought her hand up and wiped away his tears. They slowly made thier way back in and sighed. Byers looked at them, and so did Zoe. Things looked bad. Celeste was gonna have to explain what was goin on...
"Thats my sister."
"Your sister?"
"Yes, she has been dead a few years, but she got in with a guy named Manchester...he was shot by you, Agent Scully. He killed her...but he shot her, he didn't skin her, so I highly doubt this is Manchester your looking for, I think its someone else in his group...there was another man...Tomas Doggett, who is listed as dead, but I saw him with us earlier; I just didn't want to spark anything...anyway, she was killed...and I think that maybe the link we need...now, that is the lab where the virus Tomas explained to us is...X-112...it was made to look run down as a decoy."
"You know this how?" asked Frohike, gettin suspious.
"I knew my sister well."
"Oh."
"Yes. So...anyone up for a drive?" asked Celeste...waving around her keys...
Washinton Memorial Hospital ICU Unit
Washington, D.C.
5:46 PM
John got up and packed his cloths. He had to see Monica. And since he was better, again, he didn't need to be there, he hated hospitals...so much death and sorrow...so dark and sullen...too much for him. He had to know if Monica was alright...he rushed our and passed everyone at the Reception Desk, not bothering to sign out and sped away to Crestmore...where Monica was being held...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
6:00 PM
Monica screamed and screamed. She couldn't stop. She was alone and trapped within her own mind. She was trapped in a Fantaisie Tordue, a twisted fantasy...one that only a psycho could enjoy. John watched her from one of the monitors and sat down. He couldn't believe it. She was insane...she'd lost her damn mind! She was nothing more then a scream bitch now...would she ever be okay? Could he save her sanity? Only time would tell...