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 Thirty-One
Blood On The Moon
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
7:00 PM
John didn't know if he was goin to believe this fucking psycho, but it was his best and last chance to get Monica out of the asylum. He knew that he couldn't trust him. but if he did get Monica out, they could find where the hell Fox and Celeste were and catch up. Things would soon work out and everyone would be happy. He could be with Monica. His mind wandered as he and the man, who had said that his name was Manchester, walked around the halls of Crestmore and were getting ready to get Monica the hell out. He thought back to one of the times that he wanted to say something to her, but couldn't, because he didn't know who the hell he was...
Unknown Location
Mexico
January 2002
Confusion had filled his life since he'd woken up about two weeks ago and been asked for some form of identifaction by the police. He didn't know who he was, but the woman with him now, her name was Monica, which seemed familer and she did say that they were partners and had been working together, but he wasn't too sure he could trust her. As he knew, most of the time when he got to really thinking visions of a child...his Son, Luke as this Monica had called him, was trying to wake him up. He would jump all over him and shout for him to get up, he had something to show him. When he finally did he was in almost blissful glee that comes with being a father. He watched as his son rode around and cheered him on. In was his job as a dad, after all. Then it would end and he was shot back to the garage with Monica and a horde of cops surounding the building. He was up against the bus and she was urging him to stop crying, and then it hit him, his memory came back, and he drove them
out in a desperate attempt to show his compassion and love for her. He wished that he could have said something, but he didn't know how, especailly now...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
7:03 PM
"John! John! Hey!" shouted a distant voice calling him back to the asylum. They had reached a closet and the man, Manchester, was getting out a pair of uniforms. Now where were they going? Why was he getting the uniforms? Many questions shot through Johns mind like a bullet and he remembered something that Tomas had once said to him. It was awhile back, when he was still with the New York Police.
"It was nothing but Blood On The Moon, John. You had to do it, and you did. There was nothing you could do, like me, I am developing this anti-virus to counter act a strand of the flu...maybe it will work, but I don't know, can only hope, but it was nothing that was your cause when you shot her...she had a gun...blood on the moon, okay?" His brothers voice echoed through his head as he finally understood what the hell the guy was doing. He was going to get her out by possing as a doctor here...and it would work, John figured, because he was one, a mad scientist, as one may call him, but still a doctor. He had the right to practice, but that still didn't make what he did to his people anywhere nears right.
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
7:05 PM
Fox walked up with Madison and Jess. They looked cold, but that didn't matter, Skinner wanted...needed...answers and he wasn't about ready to sit here and mess with his Goddamn thumbs while he knew damn well that someone was about to get killed...a good chance it would be Doggett or Reyes, he hadn't heard anything on Reyes aside from the fact that she was in an asylum about a half an hour from here and John was with her, but that was all his source could say. He didn't care, that was not germane right now, not as germane as gettin this all done with. He had to know the fucking truth, it was owed to him. Him and Mulder. They had the right to know what the hell they, him, Dana and Walter had so blindly chased for so many years only to end with nothing. Nothing at all.
Walter shot a serious glare at Madison and she knew what the hell was up right away. She knew that he wanted to know what she knew, but she didn't think that she could tell him, not yet anyway. Tommy wasn't there yet, nor was Manchester. Until they came, things would have to remain secret and she could only hold them off for a little while...she didn't know how much of the lies he would buy into, but it was for his own good, he had to know that, she had every intention of getting rid of Tommy and Manchester as soon as she could, but she knew that would be very hard, considering she had Jess with her...her sister...and the fact that she knew something about the woman in the photo...that would shock Celeste.
"Who is the woman in the photo? You must know if you were looking for me!" said Celeste, jumping at it. Jess retracted, her tone was demanding and insitant.
"She was your sister, but we cloned her. We had no idea that you were her sister, and I thought that you were one of the ten clones we made of her, but only under her own will! She wanted it. She thought that, by the time she had figured out who to transfer her mind into a clone, she could live forever! But that was pure madness, you knew this, because you disowned her. You thought that she was a socipath on the way of self distruction, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell her." said Jess. Fox looked to Celly and Celly looked to Fox. Tears ran down her face and Fox grabbed her, holding her close and tight, with pleading eyes, he looked down and asked...
"Is this true?"
"Yes...it is..."
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 Thirty-One
Blood On The Moon
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
7:00 PM
John didn't know if he was goin to believe this fucking psycho, but it was his best and last chance to get Monica out of the asylum. He knew that he couldn't trust him. but if he did get Monica out, they could find where the hell Fox and Celeste were and catch up. Things would soon work out and everyone would be happy. He could be with Monica. His mind wandered as he and the man, who had said that his name was Manchester, walked around the halls of Crestmore and were getting ready to get Monica the hell out. He thought back to one of the times that he wanted to say something to her, but couldn't, because he didn't know who the hell he was...
Unknown Location
Mexico
January 2002
Confusion had filled his life since he'd woken up about two weeks ago and been asked for some form of identifaction by the police. He didn't know who he was, but the woman with him now, her name was Monica, which seemed familer and she did say that they were partners and had been working together, but he wasn't too sure he could trust her. As he knew, most of the time when he got to really thinking visions of a child...his Son, Luke as this Monica had called him, was trying to wake him up. He would jump all over him and shout for him to get up, he had something to show him. When he finally did he was in almost blissful glee that comes with being a father. He watched as his son rode around and cheered him on. In was his job as a dad, after all. Then it would end and he was shot back to the garage with Monica and a horde of cops surounding the building. He was up against the bus and she was urging him to stop crying, and then it hit him, his memory came back, and he drove them
out in a desperate attempt to show his compassion and love for her. He wished that he could have said something, but he didn't know how, especailly now...
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
7:03 PM
"John! John! Hey!" shouted a distant voice calling him back to the asylum. They had reached a closet and the man, Manchester, was getting out a pair of uniforms. Now where were they going? Why was he getting the uniforms? Many questions shot through Johns mind like a bullet and he remembered something that Tomas had once said to him. It was awhile back, when he was still with the New York Police.
"It was nothing but Blood On The Moon, John. You had to do it, and you did. There was nothing you could do, like me, I am developing this anti-virus to counter act a strand of the flu...maybe it will work, but I don't know, can only hope, but it was nothing that was your cause when you shot her...she had a gun...blood on the moon, okay?" His brothers voice echoed through his head as he finally understood what the hell the guy was doing. He was going to get her out by possing as a doctor here...and it would work, John figured, because he was one, a mad scientist, as one may call him, but still a doctor. He had the right to practice, but that still didn't make what he did to his people anywhere nears right.
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
7:05 PM
Fox walked up with Madison and Jess. They looked cold, but that didn't matter, Skinner wanted...needed...answers and he wasn't about ready to sit here and mess with his Goddamn thumbs while he knew damn well that someone was about to get killed...a good chance it would be Doggett or Reyes, he hadn't heard anything on Reyes aside from the fact that she was in an asylum about a half an hour from here and John was with her, but that was all his source could say. He didn't care, that was not germane right now, not as germane as gettin this all done with. He had to know the fucking truth, it was owed to him. Him and Mulder. They had the right to know what the hell they, him, Dana and Walter had so blindly chased for so many years only to end with nothing. Nothing at all.
Walter shot a serious glare at Madison and she knew what the hell was up right away. She knew that he wanted to know what she knew, but she didn't think that she could tell him, not yet anyway. Tommy wasn't there yet, nor was Manchester. Until they came, things would have to remain secret and she could only hold them off for a little while...she didn't know how much of the lies he would buy into, but it was for his own good, he had to know that, she had every intention of getting rid of Tommy and Manchester as soon as she could, but she knew that would be very hard, considering she had Jess with her...her sister...and the fact that she knew something about the woman in the photo...that would shock Celeste.
"Who is the woman in the photo? You must know if you were looking for me!" said Celeste, jumping at it. Jess retracted, her tone was demanding and insitant.
"She was your sister, but we cloned her. We had no idea that you were her sister, and I thought that you were one of the ten clones we made of her, but only under her own will! She wanted it. She thought that, by the time she had figured out who to transfer her mind into a clone, she could live forever! But that was pure madness, you knew this, because you disowned her. You thought that she was a socipath on the way of self distruction, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell her." said Jess. Fox looked to Celly and Celly looked to Fox. Tears ran down her face and Fox grabbed her, holding her close and tight, with pleading eyes, he looked down and asked...
"Is this true?"
"Yes...it is..."