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-Eight
Give A Little, Get A Little
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
6:30 PM
The pulled up slowly and waited in the dark. The woman who had drug them out here still said nothing, but to get in the damn car. What the fuck were they waiting for? It was a lone night and no one was in the harbor, but that didn't mean someone wasn't comming. Celeste looked around, and noticed that there were a few points of escape, just in case they needed to make a break for it. But she didn't know if they would have to or not. It was still up in the air, as far as she was concerned.
Fox looked at Celeste, and then to the woman that was holding them. She was like a rock and didn't move. Her eyes, stone cold. She looked like she was deep in thought, but wasn't. It was hard to explain. He could smell her prefume, either that or it was the waters smell. He could hear the waves crash against the wooden walls of the bottom on the dock. He saw that Celeste was checkin out the area for a possible escape, if need be, and he still had her gun, but she got another...her backup...so things were good.
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
6:32 PM
John couldn't stand to see Monica like this anymore. She was getting worse, not better. Her condiction was now at its worst, or so the doctors said, and they had to give her some anadryphamine, a powerful calming checmical, but it only seemed to make her calm for awhile and then send her into worse episodes then she had been in before. Her hair was rigid and tough, her eyes burned with pain and her face was flush pale. She couldn't scream too much more because her voice was begining to crack and fade. But every moment he looked at her...he felt worse and worse. He was gonna have to save her, they were doing something to her. It had to be the drugs they kept shooting her with.
They way they did it was inhumane as well...they'd lock her down and take the needle...and stab it into her temple...with no pain killers...she'd scream in much pain and agony and John knew sooner or later...she wouldn't be able to take it much longer and her mind would snap open and she would go off the handle. He could see it in her eyes...she wanted out...the pain was too much...even for him to sit and watch...and do nothing...he almost wanted to cry for her...having the chance to say how he feels and then have her ripped away so quickly...it hurt his soul more then anything...
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-Eight
Give A Little, Get A Little
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
6:30 PM
The pulled up slowly and waited in the dark. The woman who had drug them out here still said nothing, but to get in the damn car. What the fuck were they waiting for? It was a lone night and no one was in the harbor, but that didn't mean someone wasn't comming. Celeste looked around, and noticed that there were a few points of escape, just in case they needed to make a break for it. But she didn't know if they would have to or not. It was still up in the air, as far as she was concerned.
Fox looked at Celeste, and then to the woman that was holding them. She was like a rock and didn't move. Her eyes, stone cold. She looked like she was deep in thought, but wasn't. It was hard to explain. He could smell her prefume, either that or it was the waters smell. He could hear the waves crash against the wooden walls of the bottom on the dock. He saw that Celeste was checkin out the area for a possible escape, if need be, and he still had her gun, but she got another...her backup...so things were good.
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
6:32 PM
John couldn't stand to see Monica like this anymore. She was getting worse, not better. Her condiction was now at its worst, or so the doctors said, and they had to give her some anadryphamine, a powerful calming checmical, but it only seemed to make her calm for awhile and then send her into worse episodes then she had been in before. Her hair was rigid and tough, her eyes burned with pain and her face was flush pale. She couldn't scream too much more because her voice was begining to crack and fade. But every moment he looked at her...he felt worse and worse. He was gonna have to save her, they were doing something to her. It had to be the drugs they kept shooting her with.
They way they did it was inhumane as well...they'd lock her down and take the needle...and stab it into her temple...with no pain killers...she'd scream in much pain and agony and John knew sooner or later...she wouldn't be able to take it much longer and her mind would snap open and she would go off the handle. He could see it in her eyes...she wanted out...the pain was too much...even for him to sit and watch...and do nothing...he almost wanted to cry for her...having the chance to say how he feels and then have her ripped away so quickly...it hurt his soul more then anything...