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-Six
"And You Were My Constant..."
En Route To Ambrose Harbor
Shaw, Maryland Entering Baltimore
7:42M
John sat back and looked over to Monica who was now fully concious and fine, as far as he could tell. He wanted to thank Manchester, but hesitated because he was...a criminal and he knew this very well...but he still had to trust him some...after all he did almost just save Monica's life and he did know that, she was fine for right now, so the fucker was lagit. He didn't care, he was back with the woman he loved the most and he had a gun, loaded and ready in case he needed it.
Monica looked into John's blue eyes, deeply and smiled. She hadn't seen him in a while; what with all this shit going down as of late. She didn't like the idea of lossing him again, and she knew that this was not going to happen. She wouldn't...couldn't...let it. She was determined to keep him with her this time. She wasn't going to let him out of her sights. She wanted to say how much she felt for him, but she felt that would be wrong, since the madman was with them, but that almost didn't stop her.
"John..."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you."
"You are my Becon Light..."
"And your mine, Monica."
"I know, and without I am lost...alone and scared, no one to turn to...my bestfriend for so long, longing to be something more."
"Yes..."
"And in my heart you will always hold a special place...and everywhere I am...there you'll be."
"I love you, Monica."
"Oh John..."
"Monica..." he said, with tears running down his cheeks. Manchester looked over and watched as they enjoyed their last few moments together, he knew that he was going to have to kill them both as well as Mulder, Celeste, and Madison, and of course, Dana...revenge is ever so bitter sweet. He put on a headset and drown himself in music so he didn't have to listen to all that stupid love shit. It made him sick. It was why he'd developed the drug that made he what he was. He didn't like human life, he hated it. He dispised it. He just played his cards right and he reached into his pocket. He felt the smooth, silky skin of his last victim, the poor Nurse on the ward...who would be found sometime soon, but her skin was so silky smooth...and her body so firm...
"Monica..."
"Yes John?"
"Will you...?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes, I know its late, but I will go with you and we can have diner at my place...I have a new Faith Hill CD from that movie 'Pearl Harbor' I wanna listen to, you can join me, if you like...I don't mind." said Monica, smiling as they pulled up to the docks. There was a loud gun shot as the nights calm air rang...
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
7:41 PM
Fox stood in front of Madison, gun drawn and pointed. Celeste next to him. She'd drawn a knife on them and Skinner had shouted to shoot, as she had tried to kill him, and he knew that was the end, his gun was swiming and it was no good, but had she tried to kill or help? They didn't know and it didn't matter, Fox shot and her body flew lifelessly to the end of the dock and slammed. A sickening thud followed and blood slowly trickled out of the back of her skull...and things were a blur. They heard the sound of a car, and looked back to see Manchester...with John and Monica, alive and well...
Author's Note: Sorry all, but I lied. This will only be Thirty Eight chapters long, I am so very sorry for any wrong sayings. I have hoped you all are enjoying this and know that this is the end...of one of my best writing ventures...Peace out!
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-Six
"And You Were My Constant..."
En Route To Ambrose Harbor
Shaw, Maryland Entering Baltimore
7:42M
John sat back and looked over to Monica who was now fully concious and fine, as far as he could tell. He wanted to thank Manchester, but hesitated because he was...a criminal and he knew this very well...but he still had to trust him some...after all he did almost just save Monica's life and he did know that, she was fine for right now, so the fucker was lagit. He didn't care, he was back with the woman he loved the most and he had a gun, loaded and ready in case he needed it.
Monica looked into John's blue eyes, deeply and smiled. She hadn't seen him in a while; what with all this shit going down as of late. She didn't like the idea of lossing him again, and she knew that this was not going to happen. She wouldn't...couldn't...let it. She was determined to keep him with her this time. She wasn't going to let him out of her sights. She wanted to say how much she felt for him, but she felt that would be wrong, since the madman was with them, but that almost didn't stop her.
"John..."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"I love you."
"You are my Becon Light..."
"And your mine, Monica."
"I know, and without I am lost...alone and scared, no one to turn to...my bestfriend for so long, longing to be something more."
"Yes..."
"And in my heart you will always hold a special place...and everywhere I am...there you'll be."
"I love you, Monica."
"Oh John..."
"Monica..." he said, with tears running down his cheeks. Manchester looked over and watched as they enjoyed their last few moments together, he knew that he was going to have to kill them both as well as Mulder, Celeste, and Madison, and of course, Dana...revenge is ever so bitter sweet. He put on a headset and drown himself in music so he didn't have to listen to all that stupid love shit. It made him sick. It was why he'd developed the drug that made he what he was. He didn't like human life, he hated it. He dispised it. He just played his cards right and he reached into his pocket. He felt the smooth, silky skin of his last victim, the poor Nurse on the ward...who would be found sometime soon, but her skin was so silky smooth...and her body so firm...
"Monica..."
"Yes John?"
"Will you...?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Yes, I know its late, but I will go with you and we can have diner at my place...I have a new Faith Hill CD from that movie 'Pearl Harbor' I wanna listen to, you can join me, if you like...I don't mind." said Monica, smiling as they pulled up to the docks. There was a loud gun shot as the nights calm air rang...
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
7:41 PM
Fox stood in front of Madison, gun drawn and pointed. Celeste next to him. She'd drawn a knife on them and Skinner had shouted to shoot, as she had tried to kill him, and he knew that was the end, his gun was swiming and it was no good, but had she tried to kill or help? They didn't know and it didn't matter, Fox shot and her body flew lifelessly to the end of the dock and slammed. A sickening thud followed and blood slowly trickled out of the back of her skull...and things were a blur. They heard the sound of a car, and looked back to see Manchester...with John and Monica, alive and well...
Author's Note: Sorry all, but I lied. This will only be Thirty Eight chapters long, I am so very sorry for any wrong sayings. I have hoped you all are enjoying this and know that this is the end...of one of my best writing ventures...Peace out!