Chapter Thiry-Eight
The Rose
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
8:23 PM
In the wake of the darkest hour of the darkest days, in the Light of the bloodshed and sorrow, they all stood alone. With blood cakes and running down the sides of his face, covering his eyes and mouth, slowly running down, Fox looked down at the corpse of Madison. He'd killed her in what seemed like cold blood, she was an innocent, a casualty. Walter had over reacted in thinking that she had any true involvment with Manchester...the killer..., whose dead body was now floating lifelessly in the water at the end of the pier. His body floated face down in the blood red, dark, cold waters.
Celeste walked to the end of the pier where her love was standing over the bloody corpse of Madison, crying, and the body of Manchester. The sweet smell of the oceans air was now replaced by the bitter scent of death and agony. The wind cut through both Fox and Walter's coat and skin into thier Souls like razor blades through paper. Her footsteps screached into his head as she approched. He winced in pain.
"It wasn't your fault, Fox." she said, sliding her hand up the side of his arm and over to his shoulder. In reacting to her gentle touch, he dropped the gun that was in his left hand...swaying limply in the wind, and it hit the dock's wood surface with a soft crash that spooked him even more. Skinner looked over to Fox and Celeste and sighed. John and Monica stopped hugging in thier area and slowly, sullenly walked over to Skinner.
"She was innocent...and I had M-Mulder kill her in cold blood." said Walter, his tone was dark, grim, and sullen, almost robotic, without any emotion at all. He let a tear slide down his face...and one stood in his eye, not willing to come down. Monica stepped out in front of him, placed her hands on his shoulders and shot him a shy, careful smile, trying to make him feel slightly, if not any, better. She was, as any of them would tell you, the last to be smiling at a time like this, after what she had just been through...even in trying to comfort someone, which she had been trying to do.
"You really loved her, but in the light of what looked like a conspiracy you killed her in bitter cold blood. In doing that, Walter, can I call you that, you realized that she was your soulmate, and that you really loved her. She was your everything. But now, with her dead and gone you are Cold...lost...alone in life with no one anymore to goto. And in spite of all this, in seeing Mulder and Celeste together, myself and John, you long for her once again, but you know that can't be taken back. You, though you thought you were right, could never bring yourself to pull the trigger, so you aksed Fox to do it. And now your alone. I am sorry, in spite of my comment...but I must have asked and said what I did, you must understand, sir."
"Yes." replied Skinner watching Celeste take Fox's hand and walk slowly back to the end of the dock where they were all standing. They were greatfully greeted by everyone, especailly Doggett, whose life he'd just saved. And finally speaking up for herself, having not said much at all and missing everything but the daring fight that ensuded what lead to the death of Brain W. Manchester.
"So, where do we go from here?" she asked, looking around at everyone. Celeste sighed and looked around, as did Mulder.
"I don't know." replied Celly, looking at Dana, who she had now more respect for, after all that had happened in the last few days...she owed them...she knew that no one was going to be able to forget all this anytime soon, with her life threatened, the death of a close friend to Skinner, and the proposal of thier marriage...it was quite an eventful day. To break the dark tention that had set over the group, John spoke up.
"Isn't this where someone says 'Let get the fuck outta here?'?"
"Lets' get the fuck outta here." said Fox. He started to walk off, and Celeste soon followed. And as Fox walked off, everyone else followed, but Monica, who stood back for a couple seconds. She slowly walked down the end of the dock, to where Madison's body lay and Manchesters corpse floated in the blooded waters. With tears in her beautiful, gentle eyes, she dropped a rose. It fluttered lightly to the waters surface, and as it fell, she whispered into the night, and walked off the pier...and joined the rest of the gang...
Author's Note: Well...here we are...the end of the first part of the HellBound Trilogy as you will soon see, that it gets better and better with each, and leads up to the ultimate surprise that will shock you beyond anything that you have yet to read. I hope you enjoyed reading this part...as much as I did in writing it...you will be happy to know that the last six chapters were all written in one night and that I was locked in my closet...and I have emerged with the coolest end that I could think of for this thriller...soon I will start the second part, "From Hell, And Back" which will go even deeper into the "X-112/Chimera" plot and explore what it is...who created it...why and more of your questions will be answered. After that, you will have the plessure of reading the final...of the three part trilogy..."Until My Dying Day" that will leave you breathless...and by the time we reach this point with that, I will have started a new novel, "Trust", which will have our
beloved, or hated, whichever way you'd like to think of her, Celeste. It will continue where the HellBound Trilogy leaves off, introducing new faces...but that is all I can say.
Well...Constant Reader, yes, I am very Kingesque, my idol...you have been thrilled and enjoyed this ride and now it is time to say goodbye, for now. As I said, I wish to thank all those who made this possible, Jackie, Jessica Beth, Crystal, Dana, Megan, Mandy and everyone else who helped with the creative consultants and ideas that you helped provide with me. I hope that you, above all, enjoyed this and in the beginng I said I didn't know who to deticate this to...you all are it...my Constant Reader and friends...I love you all...and Peace Out!!!!
David William Cooper
This novel was started on January 3rd, 2002 and finished on Febuary 14th, 2002
"And in my Dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky, in my Heart there will always be a place for you for all my life, and I will always keep apart of you with me and everywhere I am...there you'll be...cause in you I always saw my Light, my stregnth..." - Faith Hill, "There You'll Be"
The Rose
Ambrose Harbor
Baltimore, Maryland
8:23 PM
In the wake of the darkest hour of the darkest days, in the Light of the bloodshed and sorrow, they all stood alone. With blood cakes and running down the sides of his face, covering his eyes and mouth, slowly running down, Fox looked down at the corpse of Madison. He'd killed her in what seemed like cold blood, she was an innocent, a casualty. Walter had over reacted in thinking that she had any true involvment with Manchester...the killer..., whose dead body was now floating lifelessly in the water at the end of the pier. His body floated face down in the blood red, dark, cold waters.
Celeste walked to the end of the pier where her love was standing over the bloody corpse of Madison, crying, and the body of Manchester. The sweet smell of the oceans air was now replaced by the bitter scent of death and agony. The wind cut through both Fox and Walter's coat and skin into thier Souls like razor blades through paper. Her footsteps screached into his head as she approched. He winced in pain.
"It wasn't your fault, Fox." she said, sliding her hand up the side of his arm and over to his shoulder. In reacting to her gentle touch, he dropped the gun that was in his left hand...swaying limply in the wind, and it hit the dock's wood surface with a soft crash that spooked him even more. Skinner looked over to Fox and Celeste and sighed. John and Monica stopped hugging in thier area and slowly, sullenly walked over to Skinner.
"She was innocent...and I had M-Mulder kill her in cold blood." said Walter, his tone was dark, grim, and sullen, almost robotic, without any emotion at all. He let a tear slide down his face...and one stood in his eye, not willing to come down. Monica stepped out in front of him, placed her hands on his shoulders and shot him a shy, careful smile, trying to make him feel slightly, if not any, better. She was, as any of them would tell you, the last to be smiling at a time like this, after what she had just been through...even in trying to comfort someone, which she had been trying to do.
"You really loved her, but in the light of what looked like a conspiracy you killed her in bitter cold blood. In doing that, Walter, can I call you that, you realized that she was your soulmate, and that you really loved her. She was your everything. But now, with her dead and gone you are Cold...lost...alone in life with no one anymore to goto. And in spite of all this, in seeing Mulder and Celeste together, myself and John, you long for her once again, but you know that can't be taken back. You, though you thought you were right, could never bring yourself to pull the trigger, so you aksed Fox to do it. And now your alone. I am sorry, in spite of my comment...but I must have asked and said what I did, you must understand, sir."
"Yes." replied Skinner watching Celeste take Fox's hand and walk slowly back to the end of the dock where they were all standing. They were greatfully greeted by everyone, especailly Doggett, whose life he'd just saved. And finally speaking up for herself, having not said much at all and missing everything but the daring fight that ensuded what lead to the death of Brain W. Manchester.
"So, where do we go from here?" she asked, looking around at everyone. Celeste sighed and looked around, as did Mulder.
"I don't know." replied Celly, looking at Dana, who she had now more respect for, after all that had happened in the last few days...she owed them...she knew that no one was going to be able to forget all this anytime soon, with her life threatened, the death of a close friend to Skinner, and the proposal of thier marriage...it was quite an eventful day. To break the dark tention that had set over the group, John spoke up.
"Isn't this where someone says 'Let get the fuck outta here?'?"
"Lets' get the fuck outta here." said Fox. He started to walk off, and Celeste soon followed. And as Fox walked off, everyone else followed, but Monica, who stood back for a couple seconds. She slowly walked down the end of the dock, to where Madison's body lay and Manchesters corpse floated in the blooded waters. With tears in her beautiful, gentle eyes, she dropped a rose. It fluttered lightly to the waters surface, and as it fell, she whispered into the night, and walked off the pier...and joined the rest of the gang...
Author's Note: Well...here we are...the end of the first part of the HellBound Trilogy as you will soon see, that it gets better and better with each, and leads up to the ultimate surprise that will shock you beyond anything that you have yet to read. I hope you enjoyed reading this part...as much as I did in writing it...you will be happy to know that the last six chapters were all written in one night and that I was locked in my closet...and I have emerged with the coolest end that I could think of for this thriller...soon I will start the second part, "From Hell, And Back" which will go even deeper into the "X-112/Chimera" plot and explore what it is...who created it...why and more of your questions will be answered. After that, you will have the plessure of reading the final...of the three part trilogy..."Until My Dying Day" that will leave you breathless...and by the time we reach this point with that, I will have started a new novel, "Trust", which will have our
beloved, or hated, whichever way you'd like to think of her, Celeste. It will continue where the HellBound Trilogy leaves off, introducing new faces...but that is all I can say.
Well...Constant Reader, yes, I am very Kingesque, my idol...you have been thrilled and enjoyed this ride and now it is time to say goodbye, for now. As I said, I wish to thank all those who made this possible, Jackie, Jessica Beth, Crystal, Dana, Megan, Mandy and everyone else who helped with the creative consultants and ideas that you helped provide with me. I hope that you, above all, enjoyed this and in the beginng I said I didn't know who to deticate this to...you all are it...my Constant Reader and friends...I love you all...and Peace Out!!!!
David William Cooper
This novel was started on January 3rd, 2002 and finished on Febuary 14th, 2002
"And in my Dreams I'll always see you soar above the sky, in my Heart there will always be a place for you for all my life, and I will always keep apart of you with me and everywhere I am...there you'll be...cause in you I always saw my Light, my stregnth..." - Faith Hill, "There You'll Be"