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-Seven
Cold
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
8:00 PM
Fox's eyes darted over to the car. Manchester got out and stood there for a moment, and John and Monica soon followed him over to where Fox and Celeste were, leaving Skinner alone. Monica went to Skinner as did Doggett and it was just Manchester. He and Fox looked at each other. There was a blazing fire in his eyes and he looked over to Celly and she knew what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to get the hell out of the area, this wasn't her fight. It was his. He had to do this. It was the one and only thing that he has to do alone. She walked off slowly and reluctantly. Fox threw his gun and coat off to the side. Mnachester did the same.
"Just you and me."
"Yes...one on one."
"Yes."
"So, what is your part?"
"I kill you and then go down the line."
"Oh is that so?" said Fox, punching him. His lip split open and blood slipped out. He moved his finger up and licked away the blood. A car came from behind, it was Dana, and Fox knew it, he could feel it, but now was not the time for her to arrive. Manchester punched Fox back and he staggerd back a few feet. His eyes went into a double vision and he could feel blood seaping from his nose. He clenched his fist and ran towards Manchester, but he dodged and pulled a knife, slashing Fox's cheek open. Blood pourded out and Fox grabbed it in pain. Blood ran through his fingers. This was getting bad, for him. He kicked the knife, but with no luck, Mnachester lept and slit a gash down his right temperal zone. Blood ran coldly down his forehead and caked on. Fox was pissed. His teeth clenched, his fists two solid rocks, his arms, bulging and his testosterone levels off the charts. No one cut him up and lived. No. One. he lunged at the man and missed, but slid down the dock, grabbing
his gun and shooting him three times...once in the head, once in the chest and once into the arm. His lifeless body limply flew back and crashed into the water. Fox could feel his adernaline pumping and blood coursing, and caking. He didn't like what he'd done, but he'd just saved the lives of his best and only friends...in the name of Love.
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-Seven
Cold
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
8:00 PM
Fox's eyes darted over to the car. Manchester got out and stood there for a moment, and John and Monica soon followed him over to where Fox and Celeste were, leaving Skinner alone. Monica went to Skinner as did Doggett and it was just Manchester. He and Fox looked at each other. There was a blazing fire in his eyes and he looked over to Celly and she knew what he wanted her to do. He wanted her to get the hell out of the area, this wasn't her fight. It was his. He had to do this. It was the one and only thing that he has to do alone. She walked off slowly and reluctantly. Fox threw his gun and coat off to the side. Mnachester did the same.
"Just you and me."
"Yes...one on one."
"Yes."
"So, what is your part?"
"I kill you and then go down the line."
"Oh is that so?" said Fox, punching him. His lip split open and blood slipped out. He moved his finger up and licked away the blood. A car came from behind, it was Dana, and Fox knew it, he could feel it, but now was not the time for her to arrive. Manchester punched Fox back and he staggerd back a few feet. His eyes went into a double vision and he could feel blood seaping from his nose. He clenched his fist and ran towards Manchester, but he dodged and pulled a knife, slashing Fox's cheek open. Blood pourded out and Fox grabbed it in pain. Blood ran through his fingers. This was getting bad, for him. He kicked the knife, but with no luck, Mnachester lept and slit a gash down his right temperal zone. Blood ran coldly down his forehead and caked on. Fox was pissed. His teeth clenched, his fists two solid rocks, his arms, bulging and his testosterone levels off the charts. No one cut him up and lived. No. One. he lunged at the man and missed, but slid down the dock, grabbing
his gun and shooting him three times...once in the head, once in the chest and once into the arm. His lifeless body limply flew back and crashed into the water. Fox could feel his adernaline pumping and blood coursing, and caking. He didn't like what he'd done, but he'd just saved the lives of his best and only friends...in the name of Love.