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 Thrity
Deals With The Devil
***Author's Note: Well, here we all are...the final ten chapters. Yes, I know I said fifty, but that would be too much streching and this story is already very long, but well worth it. I know you all are anxious to find the answers to all your questions, and some will be answered now, some won't. I will say that the end will shock you more then the end of the phenominal series itself, but that is all for the last and final novel in this three novel series, which this is the "Pilot" of, if you will. When I started this I didn't know why I did, but I had the idea. And you all have urged me on and told me to lock myself into the closet, well, here is the big pay off. The big climax of this Part. I hope that it will live up to your expecations.
I am glad to say, as well, that this is a successful event for me. I am currently working on some other novels and you can expect to see the second one of this series, "From Hell, And Back" within the next six weeks. By then I will be done with this classic, as it has started to become. Thank you all for your support, Constant Readers...thank you much, I now give you, the big moments that you have been waiting for...the final ten...
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
6:48 PM
As time passed slowly on, and the breeze from the ocean sliced through Walter's coat and into his Soul. He didn't want to do what was commin up next, but he knew that if he didn't, he would soon be dead, for real. He nodded to Fox to interupt the two ladies who were speaking at the end of the dock now. He waited for Fox to get to them before laying down the plan for Celeste.
"Okay, I am gonna have to ask you help, but I don't think you will be able to do what I need until I have taken out Madison. I know that this Jessica woman is a killer and is in line with a man named Brain Manchester. He has been stalking you and Dana and Fox, he held John captive."
"How do you know this?" asked Celly, looking at him and then Fox, who was speaking now with Madison and Jess. She was shocked that Skinner knew all this, but then again she didn't know Skinner as well as Monica and John and Mulder and Scully had. From what she knew they had worked with him for what was almost eight years, and a few before that, Scully was the newcommer in the duo. Celly waited for Skinner to answer, but all he seemed to do was rock his jaw and grind his teeth, looking, almost as it seemed, for the answer to her question.
"Let's just say, for now, that I have friends in high places that don't want to make thier names known at the risk of thier lives being lost, is that a good enough answer, for you Agent Martin?" asked Skinner. She nodded slowly, but not sure of the answer that she was given. Fox slowly came back up with the two women and stopped in front of Celeste and gave her a hug. She looked into his eyes and hesitated to say anything, in fear that they might over hear it...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
6:52 PM
John couldn't wait any longer, the pain was getting to be too much for him to bare. He sat in the room with the doctors and watched as they gave her another shot to 'calm her down' as they had put it, but John doubted highly that it was really doing that. As he started to wander off, he ran into the man that had kept him hostage and killed Frank Black. He looked him in the eyes and grined an evil grin and walked down the halls, but John ripped him by his collar and drug him into the Utility Closet.
"You Goddamn mother fucker, tell me why I shouldn't splash your fucking brains all over the place, right here, right now?" said John, throwing his gun to Manchester's temperal plate. He shaked a little, but seemed almost fearless. He looked around the room with his wandering eyes and looked back at John, who was starting to get pissed off, his fetures cringed and his eyes blazed with a pure demonic red. He slammed the gun further into his head before he dared reply.
"Because the security guards would hear ya, and besides...I have the cure for Monica's problem...you think all those 'visions' were accidental? You are so stupid John, ever so blighten. You make me laugh at your imcompendance. Besides...I am enjoying myself, and my dear friend Tommy, your brother, who is not dead, um...how can I put this, will be here soon too. He has been working with me...and what ya gonna do? Shoot him too? He is just gulity as I am, buddy."
"What do you mean?" he said, backing down, deeply interested in what this bastard had to say for himself now.
"I'm saying that he is the real creator of this virus that is in your blood, which I can activate as well as I did with Monica...and you see where she is with just a little, the amout you have could kill you...so don't have to point guns at me, or ya may regret it later, okay, Johnny?" he said with a smile and grin that spooked the hell outta John, but he wasn't quite ready to accept it. His own brother working to kill a person? Or just hurt them? It didn't seem like Tomas, but then again in his line of work he'd learned that Trust No One was policy...
"Now, Johnny, here is what we are gonna do, I am here to help you, but you must do as I say...can you? We have only a few mintues...maybe a half hour, we have to be in Balitmore...ya know? So, here is it. We are gonna take Monica and get these fucking doctors who are killing her far more then I am and it is my job to say who kills her, believe me, John, I am God. You don't want to mess with me...are you in?"
"Yes."
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 Thrity
Deals With The Devil
***Author's Note: Well, here we all are...the final ten chapters. Yes, I know I said fifty, but that would be too much streching and this story is already very long, but well worth it. I know you all are anxious to find the answers to all your questions, and some will be answered now, some won't. I will say that the end will shock you more then the end of the phenominal series itself, but that is all for the last and final novel in this three novel series, which this is the "Pilot" of, if you will. When I started this I didn't know why I did, but I had the idea. And you all have urged me on and told me to lock myself into the closet, well, here is the big pay off. The big climax of this Part. I hope that it will live up to your expecations.
I am glad to say, as well, that this is a successful event for me. I am currently working on some other novels and you can expect to see the second one of this series, "From Hell, And Back" within the next six weeks. By then I will be done with this classic, as it has started to become. Thank you all for your support, Constant Readers...thank you much, I now give you, the big moments that you have been waiting for...the final ten...
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
6:48 PM
As time passed slowly on, and the breeze from the ocean sliced through Walter's coat and into his Soul. He didn't want to do what was commin up next, but he knew that if he didn't, he would soon be dead, for real. He nodded to Fox to interupt the two ladies who were speaking at the end of the dock now. He waited for Fox to get to them before laying down the plan for Celeste.
"Okay, I am gonna have to ask you help, but I don't think you will be able to do what I need until I have taken out Madison. I know that this Jessica woman is a killer and is in line with a man named Brain Manchester. He has been stalking you and Dana and Fox, he held John captive."
"How do you know this?" asked Celly, looking at him and then Fox, who was speaking now with Madison and Jess. She was shocked that Skinner knew all this, but then again she didn't know Skinner as well as Monica and John and Mulder and Scully had. From what she knew they had worked with him for what was almost eight years, and a few before that, Scully was the newcommer in the duo. Celly waited for Skinner to answer, but all he seemed to do was rock his jaw and grind his teeth, looking, almost as it seemed, for the answer to her question.
"Let's just say, for now, that I have friends in high places that don't want to make thier names known at the risk of thier lives being lost, is that a good enough answer, for you Agent Martin?" asked Skinner. She nodded slowly, but not sure of the answer that she was given. Fox slowly came back up with the two women and stopped in front of Celeste and gave her a hug. She looked into his eyes and hesitated to say anything, in fear that they might over hear it...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
6:52 PM
John couldn't wait any longer, the pain was getting to be too much for him to bare. He sat in the room with the doctors and watched as they gave her another shot to 'calm her down' as they had put it, but John doubted highly that it was really doing that. As he started to wander off, he ran into the man that had kept him hostage and killed Frank Black. He looked him in the eyes and grined an evil grin and walked down the halls, but John ripped him by his collar and drug him into the Utility Closet.
"You Goddamn mother fucker, tell me why I shouldn't splash your fucking brains all over the place, right here, right now?" said John, throwing his gun to Manchester's temperal plate. He shaked a little, but seemed almost fearless. He looked around the room with his wandering eyes and looked back at John, who was starting to get pissed off, his fetures cringed and his eyes blazed with a pure demonic red. He slammed the gun further into his head before he dared reply.
"Because the security guards would hear ya, and besides...I have the cure for Monica's problem...you think all those 'visions' were accidental? You are so stupid John, ever so blighten. You make me laugh at your imcompendance. Besides...I am enjoying myself, and my dear friend Tommy, your brother, who is not dead, um...how can I put this, will be here soon too. He has been working with me...and what ya gonna do? Shoot him too? He is just gulity as I am, buddy."
"What do you mean?" he said, backing down, deeply interested in what this bastard had to say for himself now.
"I'm saying that he is the real creator of this virus that is in your blood, which I can activate as well as I did with Monica...and you see where she is with just a little, the amout you have could kill you...so don't have to point guns at me, or ya may regret it later, okay, Johnny?" he said with a smile and grin that spooked the hell outta John, but he wasn't quite ready to accept it. His own brother working to kill a person? Or just hurt them? It didn't seem like Tomas, but then again in his line of work he'd learned that Trust No One was policy...
"Now, Johnny, here is what we are gonna do, I am here to help you, but you must do as I say...can you? We have only a few mintues...maybe a half hour, we have to be in Balitmore...ya know? So, here is it. We are gonna take Monica and get these fucking doctors who are killing her far more then I am and it is my job to say who kills her, believe me, John, I am God. You don't want to mess with me...are you in?"
"Yes."