Title: In The End
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel, End of The World, Crossover (X-Files/End of Days)
Keywords: Doggett/Reyes Relationship
Detication: To the lovely and talented Crystal who at the request is having me do this and I really don't mind, I have been lookin to try my hand at a Post Colonizational fic novel. To you, Crystal! To us...and our brilliant idea...I hope.
Summary: It is just a week away. The new Millennium. What surprises will it bring? One man, Jericho Cane has just that week to stop the Anti-Christ from taking over the world. But when the Agents of the X-Files get word, they rush out to see what the hell is going on. And in one week...it's the End of Days...
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. End of Days is not mine either and I just wish to borrow some stuff! So don't get mad!
***Author's Note: I have never done any "End of Days" fan fictions. I don't think I have even read any. But there is always a time to start, right? And I am doing this one for a very special person to me. She is one of my best friends. I've known her quite a while and I was asked to do this for her, but not as in detail as I have it. She said end of the world/post colonization. That is what I am doin, and I am hopin that she will like it. I don't know just yet. Hard to say, since at this point I am not really too far...well...just this...so...uh...anyway. This is a good change for me. End of the World seems like a lot of fun, don't it? Anyway, enjoy and here's to you, Crystal!***
Chapter Five
It Starts With One Thing
Near Marcy's Tavern
Downtown New York City
Friday, December The Twenty Fourth
By the time that Agents Doggett and Reyes arrived at the crime scene...Jericho had determined the murder weapon and cause of death. Due to the fresh blanket of snow that coated the scene like a small child would cover himself with a blanket, it was hard to see much. He stood up when he saw them coming closer and offered his hand to Doggett. He took it and shook.
"Good seeing you again, but not under these circumstances."
"Ditto." said Agent Doggett, walking next to him and brushing some white fluff from his head. He shivered and saw that Monica had forgotten here jacket and gave her his. He smiled at her and she hugged it close to her and pecked at his red cheek.
"What do we have, Sir?" asked Monica, checkin the area out to see if the killer had left any clues.
"Just this." said Jericho, holding up what looked like a Ladies Compact. Monica took it, and slipped it into a Evidence Baggie.
"That's...odd."
"Yes, it is. First time I have ever found one of these at the crime scene. With a male. I think we have a match on him, but it is hard to say since most of his face was ripped off and his eyes are...um...over there, we think, if you'd like to go and see, Miss Reyes. Not gonna stop ya unless you'd like me to stand here and say that it is a bad idea, but I won't." he explained as he looked over to the spot where the eyes were located.
"Um...no thanks." said Monica, almost throwing up.
"And to think...on Christmas Eve..." said Jericho, sighing and looking at the man's dead body in disbelief. He hated to think that someone could do such a evil thing on such a day. Even a dirty bastard like him had some morals. And to kill a man or woman on Christmas Eve was like killing a child that was well under age. Not that there was an age that killing would be a good idea. No. But usually they had to be at least eighteen before they would be left as "just another murder" there in New York, but someone who was just a small child...around six or seven...that was an speak able crime that no damn person could ever commit and get away with. And live. In Cane's eyes. He didn't give a flying fuck who the hell you were...you dare lay a hand on a child...and kill them or molest them...your ass wasn't going too far. At all. Your next stop would be the Morgue. That was a vow that every cop in New York would agree with. You never ever touch a child.
Jericho remembered the man hunt for the six year old girl that went missing in the summer of '97...and wasn't found until early last year. It began like any Missing Persons case that came across a officers desk. Another one. It was blown off until someone saw that it was a six year old. That was when they had ever cop in the department looking for this girl. Jericho was caught in the middle of the whole damn thing. They had searched far and wide...tall grass brushed against his clean shaven face on that evening. His eyes were trained on something that looked like a bloody rock that was in the field. He drew his gun and made his way slowly to the rock. As he drew closer he could clearly see that this was no damn rock, this was the child that they had been looking for. She was dead. Her body was cold and the scene looked like that of an old cop movie where the bad guy killed the victim and ran away, no way of really saying that he didn't plant it to look like this, Jericho had an insider that had once told him that most of the "un-meditated" crimes were Pre Meditated and just needed a really good and careful eye to see that. As soon as he was able to say that it was in fact the girl that they were looking for he called over backup and waited for everyone to get there and get the body out of there. The medic's rush over and pulled her cold corpse on to a stretcher and she was airlifted out of there. She was pronounced at two thirty in the morning. A cold surge ran through his body and he wondered what he would do if she was his daughter. How would he feel? What could he tell the poor family of this girl?
This was one of the worst crimes he'd seen since that unforsaken event. It was one that would haunt him for the rest of his Hell driven life. Why didn't he wanna let it go? What the fuck did he really care? She wasn't his damn daughter. And this man...he had no fucking connection to him aside from the fact that he was lead investigator on the case. So why then, did he care so much about him? Why? He didn't know these answers...and deep down...he really didn't want to know. He always thought that the less he knew, the better of he was. He didn't know so he couldn't lie. One thing that had saved his ass once or twice over the years. And he would always stick to it. That cold feeling in his stomach that begged for him to stop and think about what he was looking at almost reminded him of the feeling that he'd felt when his partner was shot down by Rondell. Or maybe it was the fact that this was Christmas Eve...and even though his would be spent alone like so many others...he felt almost bad because this guy might have had someone in his life. That was it. And it would sustain him for awhile. And it did. Until she showed up. She was dressed in what seemed to be a skin tight black dress that she -- in both Doggett and Cane's opinons -- filled out quite well. She wore six inch stiletto heels and you could smell her strong perfume from a mile away. Monica just sighed and walked over to greet the woman in the black dress.
"Hi, I'm Monica Reyes...and I'm with the FBI. You are?"
"Allison." she said.
"Nice to meet you, know when down here? Maybe you can help us --"
"Sorry, all I know is that the end of a thousand years have come." she quiped. Jericho and John cocked thier heads at the phrase she had just spoken in her soft and heavnly, but at the same time almost a demonic seductive tone. The words sounded quite familer, but they weren't clicking with the boys.
"You mean the End of Days?" asked Monica.
"Yeah. Satan will be released from his prison of a thousand years and he shall come and seek the one woman that he is allowed to have. And once he finds her she will be taken to Hell with him and the End of Days will be set in motion. The time limit is exactly midnight. That deadline isn't met...it's End of Days. Either way you happen to look at it, Miss Reyes, your fucked."
"Good point, unless we can stop Him?"
"Who ever said that Satan was a man? Or a woman? How can you say that Satan is either? Maybe Satan is a sexless being like God. Ever think of that? It is a well known fact that in many Eastern cultures they believe that the Soul is a Sexless being that once it reaches it's enlightenment is granted the ability to go into Heaven." Allison explained while Jericho and Doggett tried to figure out where in the hell they'd seen or heard this before. Just wasn't coming to them.
"Yes, this is true, but what says that It isn't? I mean, It may just be like that, but what if the Being has a presigned sex? And it can go freely between that sex? Like a man to a man to another?" asked Monica.
"Then it wouldn't be Satan. It would be Azael."
"Azael?"
"Yes, it is spoken of in the prophecy of an Angel that fell from the Heaven's and to Earth. It was damned to walk the Earth as a person, but not as just anyone, this is where the idea of reincarnation came from...but Azrael can change sex and age. It body hops in a sense, from one person to another. It may also seek to take a person or persons and hop into anyone but those they...he...she...it...seeks."
"Interesting."
"Yes." said John, forcing himself to follow what was being said and not look at Allison's well rounded figure. Jericho was the same way. Monica shifted her weight and continued on with her conversation.
"Did you ever take Religion in college?"
"Yes, I majored in it."
"I majored in it in college and then Satanic Ritualistical Crime in the academy." replied Monica.
"So you know about Azrael?"
"Yes. He is the Angel of Death. He is also a sheep demon. He was one of the Fallen."
"Right!"
"Thanks."
"Welcome, I always enjoyed an intelligant conversation. What else do you know about this crime?"
"Just that it is a male and we found a ladies compact...and unless this guy is a crossdresser or transvestite, I don't think it's his." she laughed.
"I agree. Maybe I can help?"
"I don't know, we are working this with Officer Cane over there. Have to ask him, I am not allowed to grant permission to a civillian to initate anything in an intense crime scene or serial murder spree. Not that this is a serial killer we are looking at, but at this point all I can say is that we are dealing with a person in thier twenties or thirties...has a hate for both men and woman, maybe sexual anger...could be Bi-Sexual and had been hurt horribly by both sexes...or had a bad father that drove him to the psychosis. It could be anything. We really can't say, just yet.
Now if it was a string of just males or just females we could pretty much narrow down our search for a man or a woman, but since it is both sexes, it is going to be a little on the hard side. But with the help of Jericho's department my partner and I, the man you see over there with Mr. Cane, hope to put this to an end or at least catch him or her before they kill again. And I am hoping quickly. Since it is Christmas Eve. I don't know that anyone could even do this. So inhumane. So...damn...uh...what is the word I am looking for?"
"Haunting to think that a human could do such an act?"
"Yes, that is it!"
"Yes...we are hoping to bring this asshole to justice." said Jericho, finally regaining his composure. He was so not used to speaking with a woman this beautiful, not that she was any better looking then any of the whore's he knew...not that she was even really dressed like that, but something about her made him all googoo. He just didn't know what and he could see that Mr. Doggett was the same. And it also seemed that to some extent that Monica was starting to get a little...weird around this woman. Was Monica lesbian or Bi? He didn't think so, and if that was the case, then why the hell were the three of them so...ditzy about this bitch? She must be one of those people that you can get dizzy just talking to.
"Yes. We will, and thank you ma'am but we really don't need your help, but if we do we will give you a call." said John. And they didn't need anyones help. The case was sent off and returned as a gang murder and nothing important at all. That was until the Twenty - Eighth. Thats when things started to get really weird. And they would need Allison's help. Bad.
Author: David William Cooper
E-Mail: Doctor_Hannibal_Lector@Hotmail.com
Rating: R
Category: Angst, X-File, Novel, End of The World, Crossover (X-Files/End of Days)
Keywords: Doggett/Reyes Relationship
Detication: To the lovely and talented Crystal who at the request is having me do this and I really don't mind, I have been lookin to try my hand at a Post Colonizational fic novel. To you, Crystal! To us...and our brilliant idea...I hope.
Summary: It is just a week away. The new Millennium. What surprises will it bring? One man, Jericho Cane has just that week to stop the Anti-Christ from taking over the world. But when the Agents of the X-Files get word, they rush out to see what the hell is going on. And in one week...it's the End of Days...
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. End of Days is not mine either and I just wish to borrow some stuff! So don't get mad!
***Author's Note: I have never done any "End of Days" fan fictions. I don't think I have even read any. But there is always a time to start, right? And I am doing this one for a very special person to me. She is one of my best friends. I've known her quite a while and I was asked to do this for her, but not as in detail as I have it. She said end of the world/post colonization. That is what I am doin, and I am hopin that she will like it. I don't know just yet. Hard to say, since at this point I am not really too far...well...just this...so...uh...anyway. This is a good change for me. End of the World seems like a lot of fun, don't it? Anyway, enjoy and here's to you, Crystal!***
Chapter Five
It Starts With One Thing
Near Marcy's Tavern
Downtown New York City
Friday, December The Twenty Fourth
By the time that Agents Doggett and Reyes arrived at the crime scene...Jericho had determined the murder weapon and cause of death. Due to the fresh blanket of snow that coated the scene like a small child would cover himself with a blanket, it was hard to see much. He stood up when he saw them coming closer and offered his hand to Doggett. He took it and shook.
"Good seeing you again, but not under these circumstances."
"Ditto." said Agent Doggett, walking next to him and brushing some white fluff from his head. He shivered and saw that Monica had forgotten here jacket and gave her his. He smiled at her and she hugged it close to her and pecked at his red cheek.
"What do we have, Sir?" asked Monica, checkin the area out to see if the killer had left any clues.
"Just this." said Jericho, holding up what looked like a Ladies Compact. Monica took it, and slipped it into a Evidence Baggie.
"That's...odd."
"Yes, it is. First time I have ever found one of these at the crime scene. With a male. I think we have a match on him, but it is hard to say since most of his face was ripped off and his eyes are...um...over there, we think, if you'd like to go and see, Miss Reyes. Not gonna stop ya unless you'd like me to stand here and say that it is a bad idea, but I won't." he explained as he looked over to the spot where the eyes were located.
"Um...no thanks." said Monica, almost throwing up.
"And to think...on Christmas Eve..." said Jericho, sighing and looking at the man's dead body in disbelief. He hated to think that someone could do such a evil thing on such a day. Even a dirty bastard like him had some morals. And to kill a man or woman on Christmas Eve was like killing a child that was well under age. Not that there was an age that killing would be a good idea. No. But usually they had to be at least eighteen before they would be left as "just another murder" there in New York, but someone who was just a small child...around six or seven...that was an speak able crime that no damn person could ever commit and get away with. And live. In Cane's eyes. He didn't give a flying fuck who the hell you were...you dare lay a hand on a child...and kill them or molest them...your ass wasn't going too far. At all. Your next stop would be the Morgue. That was a vow that every cop in New York would agree with. You never ever touch a child.
Jericho remembered the man hunt for the six year old girl that went missing in the summer of '97...and wasn't found until early last year. It began like any Missing Persons case that came across a officers desk. Another one. It was blown off until someone saw that it was a six year old. That was when they had ever cop in the department looking for this girl. Jericho was caught in the middle of the whole damn thing. They had searched far and wide...tall grass brushed against his clean shaven face on that evening. His eyes were trained on something that looked like a bloody rock that was in the field. He drew his gun and made his way slowly to the rock. As he drew closer he could clearly see that this was no damn rock, this was the child that they had been looking for. She was dead. Her body was cold and the scene looked like that of an old cop movie where the bad guy killed the victim and ran away, no way of really saying that he didn't plant it to look like this, Jericho had an insider that had once told him that most of the "un-meditated" crimes were Pre Meditated and just needed a really good and careful eye to see that. As soon as he was able to say that it was in fact the girl that they were looking for he called over backup and waited for everyone to get there and get the body out of there. The medic's rush over and pulled her cold corpse on to a stretcher and she was airlifted out of there. She was pronounced at two thirty in the morning. A cold surge ran through his body and he wondered what he would do if she was his daughter. How would he feel? What could he tell the poor family of this girl?
This was one of the worst crimes he'd seen since that unforsaken event. It was one that would haunt him for the rest of his Hell driven life. Why didn't he wanna let it go? What the fuck did he really care? She wasn't his damn daughter. And this man...he had no fucking connection to him aside from the fact that he was lead investigator on the case. So why then, did he care so much about him? Why? He didn't know these answers...and deep down...he really didn't want to know. He always thought that the less he knew, the better of he was. He didn't know so he couldn't lie. One thing that had saved his ass once or twice over the years. And he would always stick to it. That cold feeling in his stomach that begged for him to stop and think about what he was looking at almost reminded him of the feeling that he'd felt when his partner was shot down by Rondell. Or maybe it was the fact that this was Christmas Eve...and even though his would be spent alone like so many others...he felt almost bad because this guy might have had someone in his life. That was it. And it would sustain him for awhile. And it did. Until she showed up. She was dressed in what seemed to be a skin tight black dress that she -- in both Doggett and Cane's opinons -- filled out quite well. She wore six inch stiletto heels and you could smell her strong perfume from a mile away. Monica just sighed and walked over to greet the woman in the black dress.
"Hi, I'm Monica Reyes...and I'm with the FBI. You are?"
"Allison." she said.
"Nice to meet you, know when down here? Maybe you can help us --"
"Sorry, all I know is that the end of a thousand years have come." she quiped. Jericho and John cocked thier heads at the phrase she had just spoken in her soft and heavnly, but at the same time almost a demonic seductive tone. The words sounded quite familer, but they weren't clicking with the boys.
"You mean the End of Days?" asked Monica.
"Yeah. Satan will be released from his prison of a thousand years and he shall come and seek the one woman that he is allowed to have. And once he finds her she will be taken to Hell with him and the End of Days will be set in motion. The time limit is exactly midnight. That deadline isn't met...it's End of Days. Either way you happen to look at it, Miss Reyes, your fucked."
"Good point, unless we can stop Him?"
"Who ever said that Satan was a man? Or a woman? How can you say that Satan is either? Maybe Satan is a sexless being like God. Ever think of that? It is a well known fact that in many Eastern cultures they believe that the Soul is a Sexless being that once it reaches it's enlightenment is granted the ability to go into Heaven." Allison explained while Jericho and Doggett tried to figure out where in the hell they'd seen or heard this before. Just wasn't coming to them.
"Yes, this is true, but what says that It isn't? I mean, It may just be like that, but what if the Being has a presigned sex? And it can go freely between that sex? Like a man to a man to another?" asked Monica.
"Then it wouldn't be Satan. It would be Azael."
"Azael?"
"Yes, it is spoken of in the prophecy of an Angel that fell from the Heaven's and to Earth. It was damned to walk the Earth as a person, but not as just anyone, this is where the idea of reincarnation came from...but Azrael can change sex and age. It body hops in a sense, from one person to another. It may also seek to take a person or persons and hop into anyone but those they...he...she...it...seeks."
"Interesting."
"Yes." said John, forcing himself to follow what was being said and not look at Allison's well rounded figure. Jericho was the same way. Monica shifted her weight and continued on with her conversation.
"Did you ever take Religion in college?"
"Yes, I majored in it."
"I majored in it in college and then Satanic Ritualistical Crime in the academy." replied Monica.
"So you know about Azrael?"
"Yes. He is the Angel of Death. He is also a sheep demon. He was one of the Fallen."
"Right!"
"Thanks."
"Welcome, I always enjoyed an intelligant conversation. What else do you know about this crime?"
"Just that it is a male and we found a ladies compact...and unless this guy is a crossdresser or transvestite, I don't think it's his." she laughed.
"I agree. Maybe I can help?"
"I don't know, we are working this with Officer Cane over there. Have to ask him, I am not allowed to grant permission to a civillian to initate anything in an intense crime scene or serial murder spree. Not that this is a serial killer we are looking at, but at this point all I can say is that we are dealing with a person in thier twenties or thirties...has a hate for both men and woman, maybe sexual anger...could be Bi-Sexual and had been hurt horribly by both sexes...or had a bad father that drove him to the psychosis. It could be anything. We really can't say, just yet.
Now if it was a string of just males or just females we could pretty much narrow down our search for a man or a woman, but since it is both sexes, it is going to be a little on the hard side. But with the help of Jericho's department my partner and I, the man you see over there with Mr. Cane, hope to put this to an end or at least catch him or her before they kill again. And I am hoping quickly. Since it is Christmas Eve. I don't know that anyone could even do this. So inhumane. So...damn...uh...what is the word I am looking for?"
"Haunting to think that a human could do such an act?"
"Yes, that is it!"
"Yes...we are hoping to bring this asshole to justice." said Jericho, finally regaining his composure. He was so not used to speaking with a woman this beautiful, not that she was any better looking then any of the whore's he knew...not that she was even really dressed like that, but something about her made him all googoo. He just didn't know what and he could see that Mr. Doggett was the same. And it also seemed that to some extent that Monica was starting to get a little...weird around this woman. Was Monica lesbian or Bi? He didn't think so, and if that was the case, then why the hell were the three of them so...ditzy about this bitch? She must be one of those people that you can get dizzy just talking to.
"Yes. We will, and thank you ma'am but we really don't need your help, but if we do we will give you a call." said John. And they didn't need anyones help. The case was sent off and returned as a gang murder and nothing important at all. That was until the Twenty - Eighth. Thats when things started to get really weird. And they would need Allison's help. Bad.