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-Three
The Fear of Life
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
7:23 PM
While all the other doctors did thier runs...Doggett and Manchester...did thier final run. They slowly walked down the darkened halls and the night was still young, but it would be a very dangerous night, John could feel it. He didn't like working with this guy but he knew that if he made one...even the slightest mistake...he'd blow his fucking brains acorss the floor and declare it done. He checked the numbers and names on the doors as they wandered to where Monica was. Cooper, Hubi, Cunningham, Slate, Ortan, Reyes....there she was...Reyes, Monica...her door was locked and he knew it would be. He wanted to ask where they would come up with the flipping key, but he figured that since this guy was a cold blooded killer, he'd already have killed the guy with the key and stole it. And he was right.
"You ready Johnny...?" asked Manchester, grinning.
"Yes, but let me remind you, one fuck up and your ass is dead. You hear me?! Dead. No if, ands, or buts about it. You are dead. I will shoot your Goddamn ass right here in the halls if I have to, but I swear to God you fuck up your life is over."
"Harsh, but okay."
"Don't press your luck." said John in a rock tone. He waited as he put the key into the lock and turned it. There was a small, light click and the door opened. Monica was in the dark and she was curled up. She looked pretty bad off. It didn't look like she was a bit sane at all. But John knew that he'd been injected as well as her and that this guy had the counteragent...he had to...and he would give it to her...there was no question about it...he was going to give her the Goddamn antidote and she was goin to get back to Washington and they were going to have a very good night and he was going to express himself...like he'd tried to do ever so many times. He watched as she slowly stood up, coat around her arms and she walked up to him. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair tangled...wet...and dirty...she looked like hell, but he didn't give a shit, he still loved her. He wanted to hug her but he didn't know how she would react to that...whether she would try and kill him or
she would try and hug him back, or what the hell she would try and do...he had no idea. Manchester pulled out a syringe with a blue substance in it and walked over to her. She tried to say something, but she couldn't, she just shook her head and walked back. He knew that she was still trapped...lost in her own mind, and that hurt him. He looked at her with caring eyes and nodded for her to trust this man. She did. He knew that she understood him then and he injected the "counteragent" into her right temperal plate. She collapsed and fell with a hard hit.
"You son of a bitch!" said John, jumping Manchester and knocking a tooth out. He laughed and threw him into the wall.
"John...no...wait and you will see...we must be off now...we wouldn't want to be late...the game is almost over you know...I skipped a little bit, but hey, I had to...I was getting so bored with it...and hell, you guys played so well...it was alot of fun...now help me get her the hell out of her and to your car...now." he said, helping John up. Together the drug her body out of the building and when a doctor would ask what they were doing, Manchester would just knock him into a room, and John didn't really care...he had his Monica...and she would be fine...things would be okay once he got outside and killed this fucker...but for some reason he didn't think he could just yet...after all he'd done to him...he felt the scar that he left from his blood gush madness when he cut his face a few days ago...he clenched his teeth and looked at the man...they entered the cold night...and got to his car, thew Monica in...and put the key in the ignition...with no idea where they was
goin...and he didn't care, because now Monica was starting to come around...and she looked better...he started to cry...
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-Three
The Fear of Life
Crestmore Asylum
Washington, D.C.
7:23 PM
While all the other doctors did thier runs...Doggett and Manchester...did thier final run. They slowly walked down the darkened halls and the night was still young, but it would be a very dangerous night, John could feel it. He didn't like working with this guy but he knew that if he made one...even the slightest mistake...he'd blow his fucking brains acorss the floor and declare it done. He checked the numbers and names on the doors as they wandered to where Monica was. Cooper, Hubi, Cunningham, Slate, Ortan, Reyes....there she was...Reyes, Monica...her door was locked and he knew it would be. He wanted to ask where they would come up with the flipping key, but he figured that since this guy was a cold blooded killer, he'd already have killed the guy with the key and stole it. And he was right.
"You ready Johnny...?" asked Manchester, grinning.
"Yes, but let me remind you, one fuck up and your ass is dead. You hear me?! Dead. No if, ands, or buts about it. You are dead. I will shoot your Goddamn ass right here in the halls if I have to, but I swear to God you fuck up your life is over."
"Harsh, but okay."
"Don't press your luck." said John in a rock tone. He waited as he put the key into the lock and turned it. There was a small, light click and the door opened. Monica was in the dark and she was curled up. She looked pretty bad off. It didn't look like she was a bit sane at all. But John knew that he'd been injected as well as her and that this guy had the counteragent...he had to...and he would give it to her...there was no question about it...he was going to give her the Goddamn antidote and she was goin to get back to Washington and they were going to have a very good night and he was going to express himself...like he'd tried to do ever so many times. He watched as she slowly stood up, coat around her arms and she walked up to him. Her eyes were bloodshot and her hair tangled...wet...and dirty...she looked like hell, but he didn't give a shit, he still loved her. He wanted to hug her but he didn't know how she would react to that...whether she would try and kill him or
she would try and hug him back, or what the hell she would try and do...he had no idea. Manchester pulled out a syringe with a blue substance in it and walked over to her. She tried to say something, but she couldn't, she just shook her head and walked back. He knew that she was still trapped...lost in her own mind, and that hurt him. He looked at her with caring eyes and nodded for her to trust this man. She did. He knew that she understood him then and he injected the "counteragent" into her right temperal plate. She collapsed and fell with a hard hit.
"You son of a bitch!" said John, jumping Manchester and knocking a tooth out. He laughed and threw him into the wall.
"John...no...wait and you will see...we must be off now...we wouldn't want to be late...the game is almost over you know...I skipped a little bit, but hey, I had to...I was getting so bored with it...and hell, you guys played so well...it was alot of fun...now help me get her the hell out of her and to your car...now." he said, helping John up. Together the drug her body out of the building and when a doctor would ask what they were doing, Manchester would just knock him into a room, and John didn't really care...he had his Monica...and she would be fine...things would be okay once he got outside and killed this fucker...but for some reason he didn't think he could just yet...after all he'd done to him...he felt the scar that he left from his blood gush madness when he cut his face a few days ago...he clenched his teeth and looked at the man...they entered the cold night...and got to his car, thew Monica in...and put the key in the ignition...with no idea where they was
goin...and he didn't care, because now Monica was starting to come around...and she looked better...he started to cry...