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-Five
Blind Faith
McLean Electric
Takoma Park, Maryland
7:34 PM
Dana was on her way out of the abandon Electric company when she was stopped by Frohike. He looked at her with caring eyes and took her hand. He took his free hand and got out his watch and gave it to her.
"For Fox. Dana...save him and goto him now, he is in trouble, I can feel it, but tell him that no matter what, we will always be there for him."
"Okay, I will." she said, giving Frohike a hug and setting out, waving along the way to the rest of the group that was there. When she got to her car, she flipped it on and headed in the area that Skinner had told her to go to get where they were and she knew it would take some time, but she didn't care, she had to get to Fox and tell him that his life may be in trouble, she had found a vile of some kinda blue shit that she didn't know what the hell it was and niether did the guys...so she had to get there, there was no if or but involed. It was get there and save her bestfriend. She was willing to take the gamble that it was Manchester that was back, but he'd been in the psych ward and she knew it, but she knew that he had a brother, she didn't give a fuck, this had to come to a end, and that end was now. There was no way to put it better. She was gonna do what she had to and she was gonna get to him and warn him or get him out of there with Skinner and Celeste, she had
been filled in on what was up with Agent Madison and she was too worried about Fox to care, but she did offer her condolecies.
Why had Fox and Celeste gone with that madwoman? Was she a key? And she didn't know? Or was it the threat she possed? She had no idea, but she knew that she had to find out and fast. Lights splashed over her car as she drove down the roads and through traffic, her mind was clouted and dismayed. She was confused and lost. She didn't know what to think or do, and what was she gonna do when she got there? Was she gonna shot the killer and save Mulder? Or would he already have everything taken care of? She didn't know, but her intuition was screaming at her to get the fuck there was fast as she could. But it was getting increasingly harder and harder as traffic was gettin worse and worse and there was no clear sight at all in any direction, she would be stuck for awhile, at least twenty mintues and she was still a good ten or twenty miles out from where she needed to be! How in the hell. In sitting there she had time to consider what had happened over the last few days.
With everything starting with a victim who was skinned and killed..which lead to Monica's insanity plead...and Doggetts kidnapping...she couldn't help but wonder what part she had really played in it all. What her real role was in the "master plan" as the voice on the other end of the phone had called it. She didn't like not being in the know but she knew that she was for a reason, Mulder always did what was best...she trusted his judgement. And Skinner had told her that things were fine...right now. There was almost no real cause for concern, he'd told her, aside from the fact that the killer was probably on his way. She didn't like the odds of this, but she knew she would have to accept.
Of all the years that she had known Mulder he'd always been there for her, and she was almost always being saved by him and now it was her turn to return the favor to him. She looked to her side and saw a few cars pass by, but not many and not very far, it was worse then rush hour...she figured there was probably an accident and she knew that if there was...she was in serious deep shit and that things would take forever and a day to get off to a good start and by then she would be too late and Mulder would be dead, because she didn't go and owe him what she had for the longest time...tears began to run down her cheeks and she quickly whiped them away. She didn't like crying, made her look weak and pussy. She wasn't really the type that cared, but when a close friend...family was in danger...she was all serious and there was no stopping her, she was Hellbent...and all she knew right now was that even though she may be rushin into this, it wasn't all...just blind faith.
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-Five
Blind Faith
McLean Electric
Takoma Park, Maryland
7:34 PM
Dana was on her way out of the abandon Electric company when she was stopped by Frohike. He looked at her with caring eyes and took her hand. He took his free hand and got out his watch and gave it to her.
"For Fox. Dana...save him and goto him now, he is in trouble, I can feel it, but tell him that no matter what, we will always be there for him."
"Okay, I will." she said, giving Frohike a hug and setting out, waving along the way to the rest of the group that was there. When she got to her car, she flipped it on and headed in the area that Skinner had told her to go to get where they were and she knew it would take some time, but she didn't care, she had to get to Fox and tell him that his life may be in trouble, she had found a vile of some kinda blue shit that she didn't know what the hell it was and niether did the guys...so she had to get there, there was no if or but involed. It was get there and save her bestfriend. She was willing to take the gamble that it was Manchester that was back, but he'd been in the psych ward and she knew it, but she knew that he had a brother, she didn't give a fuck, this had to come to a end, and that end was now. There was no way to put it better. She was gonna do what she had to and she was gonna get to him and warn him or get him out of there with Skinner and Celeste, she had
been filled in on what was up with Agent Madison and she was too worried about Fox to care, but she did offer her condolecies.
Why had Fox and Celeste gone with that madwoman? Was she a key? And she didn't know? Or was it the threat she possed? She had no idea, but she knew that she had to find out and fast. Lights splashed over her car as she drove down the roads and through traffic, her mind was clouted and dismayed. She was confused and lost. She didn't know what to think or do, and what was she gonna do when she got there? Was she gonna shot the killer and save Mulder? Or would he already have everything taken care of? She didn't know, but her intuition was screaming at her to get the fuck there was fast as she could. But it was getting increasingly harder and harder as traffic was gettin worse and worse and there was no clear sight at all in any direction, she would be stuck for awhile, at least twenty mintues and she was still a good ten or twenty miles out from where she needed to be! How in the hell. In sitting there she had time to consider what had happened over the last few days.
With everything starting with a victim who was skinned and killed..which lead to Monica's insanity plead...and Doggetts kidnapping...she couldn't help but wonder what part she had really played in it all. What her real role was in the "master plan" as the voice on the other end of the phone had called it. She didn't like not being in the know but she knew that she was for a reason, Mulder always did what was best...she trusted his judgement. And Skinner had told her that things were fine...right now. There was almost no real cause for concern, he'd told her, aside from the fact that the killer was probably on his way. She didn't like the odds of this, but she knew she would have to accept.
Of all the years that she had known Mulder he'd always been there for her, and she was almost always being saved by him and now it was her turn to return the favor to him. She looked to her side and saw a few cars pass by, but not many and not very far, it was worse then rush hour...she figured there was probably an accident and she knew that if there was...she was in serious deep shit and that things would take forever and a day to get off to a good start and by then she would be too late and Mulder would be dead, because she didn't go and owe him what she had for the longest time...tears began to run down her cheeks and she quickly whiped them away. She didn't like crying, made her look weak and pussy. She wasn't really the type that cared, but when a close friend...family was in danger...she was all serious and there was no stopping her, she was Hellbent...and all she knew right now was that even though she may be rushin into this, it wasn't all...just blind faith.