Dale Cooper (FBI) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
damnfinecup) wrote2007-10-31 01:11 pm
damnfinecup) wrote2007-10-31 01:11 pm
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A person could tell, the moment they'd spent more than fifteen seconds outdoors, that something was going on. Joe's Bucky had come to life after weeks of disturbing visions. So too, it appeared, had a great number of other things. Dale's gun never left his hand as he headed down from the mountain, the compound his first destination of many.
He never got that far.
The moment his hut was just out of site, behind trees and a curve in the path, Dale was confronted by his doppelganger, the most disturbing face of Bob of all.
"Are you wondering who I went to visit before you?"
For a moment it was all Dale could do to raise his firearm as memories of seeing that face, his face, on screen took over. But not for nothing had Dale trained himself to be a consummate professional, and his gun never fell.
The other Dale grinned at him with a smile that was too wide, too menacing. It had his face but it wasn't him and it had never been him, not in this place no matter what had happened somewhere else in someone's fictional universe after Dale had left it.
"Joe was with me," he said, "and there's no one else on this island you would want more."
"Oh, but there is," said Bob, "there is. What would you give me for Joe's life, Agent Cooper? What would you give up to keep him safe?"
Dale knew what he had given up the last time, and what he had given up the last time had created this abomination, a monster with his face. He'd saved Annie, but at what price? Now that he wasn't in the dizzying chambers of the Black Lodge, it became all too clear to him.
"You will kill again," he said, "and there's nothing I can give you that will stop that."
Bob let out a shrieking, bone-chilling laugh. "And what will you do about that, Agent Cooper?"
Dale held his gun steady, finger on the trigger, but something kept him from squeezing, maybe the idea that this was a man, that this was him, his body trapped while Bob inhabited it. He was prepared to sacrifice his life to keep Bob from ravaging the island, but he couldn't be the one to pull the trigger.
And while he hesitated, a maniacally-grinning Bob slunk off into the darkness of the looming trees and vanished.
It was a few moments before Dale finally unfroze and went after him.
He never got that far.
The moment his hut was just out of site, behind trees and a curve in the path, Dale was confronted by his doppelganger, the most disturbing face of Bob of all.
"Are you wondering who I went to visit before you?"
For a moment it was all Dale could do to raise his firearm as memories of seeing that face, his face, on screen took over. But not for nothing had Dale trained himself to be a consummate professional, and his gun never fell.
The other Dale grinned at him with a smile that was too wide, too menacing. It had his face but it wasn't him and it had never been him, not in this place no matter what had happened somewhere else in someone's fictional universe after Dale had left it.
"Joe was with me," he said, "and there's no one else on this island you would want more."
"Oh, but there is," said Bob, "there is. What would you give me for Joe's life, Agent Cooper? What would you give up to keep him safe?"
Dale knew what he had given up the last time, and what he had given up the last time had created this abomination, a monster with his face. He'd saved Annie, but at what price? Now that he wasn't in the dizzying chambers of the Black Lodge, it became all too clear to him.
"You will kill again," he said, "and there's nothing I can give you that will stop that."
Bob let out a shrieking, bone-chilling laugh. "And what will you do about that, Agent Cooper?"
Dale held his gun steady, finger on the trigger, but something kept him from squeezing, maybe the idea that this was a man, that this was him, his body trapped while Bob inhabited it. He was prepared to sacrifice his life to keep Bob from ravaging the island, but he couldn't be the one to pull the trigger.
And while he hesitated, a maniacally-grinning Bob slunk off into the darkness of the looming trees and vanished.
It was a few moments before Dale finally unfroze and went after him.