Kolchak 2

Skeletons in the Closet - fic

Carl wasn't sure what was sadder about the LA Morgue, the lingering wave of hopelessness you felt when you stepped through the doors into the clinically sealed antiseptic lobby, or the Skeletons in the Closet Gift Shop. That was just all kinds of fucked up. The reporter's sharp eyes glanced through the window into the shop where body outline post-in notes were stacked next to body bag insulated lunch sacks and toe-tag key rings. He understood the popularity of CSI on television. A few shows he was fond of had been killed by the juggernaut*, but that was set in Vegas. The gift shop in LA was just too weird.

Although not as weird as checking out the eyeless, tongueless body of a kid who had somehow been part of an attack on Angela. The kid, Derek Santiago, had gone missing when his girlfriend was murdered, but he'd managed to walk around LA without drawing any attention in a long brown robe like some deranged Hare Krishna.

"Come on Nyby," Carl said as he followed after the young black Coroner's Assistant. "You can let me see the body."

"No I can't," he said as he continued to push a gurney down the long brightly lit corridor. "You still haven't gotten me a date with Perri."

"Not for the lack of trying," the reporter insisted. "I'm not the one who keeps dropping the ball. That's your department. I even brought her down here with those ballet tickets and you blew it. Have you thought about calling her and asking her out? Call me silly, but maybe just being open about liking her might work better than playing all these games."

"These games are part of the mating ritual Kolchak. I don't suppose an old married man like you would remember that. You know about the game, Kolchak. You just need to start playing it again." Nyby shoved the gurney through a set of double doors into the morgue proper, and read off the corpse's name from his toe tag. "Here you are Miss Taylor. Your new condo. We'll be having a mixer sometime this weekend, so you can meet your neighbors."

"You're a sick puppy, you do know that don't you?" Carl said deadpan as he glanced over the rows of refrigerated boxes for housing the dead. "Do I get to see Derek Santiago or not?"

"You're supposed to wait for Detective Dodson, Kolchak."

"So, that's never stopped you before. I promise to look surprised when I come back with her. Just let me have a quick look, and then I'll get out of what's left of your hair." Kolchak didn't want to go into the details of what was keeping Dodson and Hallenback tied up. Besides he really wanted a chance to look at the body before the cops came in and cramped his style. He had a lead on the missing priest from Gilroy, and didn't want to let that go to waste while he waited for them.

Nyby ran his latex glove covered fingers travel over the row of drawers until he found the one he wanted. Carl was sure it was just for dramatic effect or the assistant coroner was hoping that he would come up with a bigger bribe. "Here you go. Derek Santiago. He is one ugly mother fucker, by the way."

Carl had seen worse corpses over the years, but Derek Santiago's was just weird. "He doesn't look anything like his driver's license. Are you guys sure it's him?"

"That's what the DNA test said. I have my doubts too, but the new coroner's much better than asshole was. He even lets me take credit for my findings, and you know that's an improvement."

"So his DNA matches, what about his fingerprints?"

"He doesn't have any," Nyby said with a smug smile. "I checked personally. His toes don't have prints anymore either. It's like they were worn off by acid, but completely healed."

"Weird," Kolchak reached over and turned over the corpse's left wrist, as always looking for the mark, but it was bare. "And his face isn't shaped the same either. He looks like someone else. How do you burn off your fingerprints, have major plastic surgery and heal in that little time?"

"All with your eyes cut out?" Nyby said with a shrug. "You got me. But my lunch hour's almost over, so hurry up and take your pictures Kolchak."
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The First and Other Storylines

The plan still goes that Savannah and Carl with do it - this will produce a child that the First can inhabit.

Carl is not going to die. He is going to be brought into the Watchers, quit the Beacon and buy Infinity Books and Cafe. He will take over as the Watcher for the Slayers in the game. Becoming a watcher is pretty much a dream come true for Carl, and it'll allow him to really help out Angela in the future.
WTF Carl

Evil Plot Bunnies

Characters - Savannah, Carl, Caleb, the First - open to others

Summary - Savannah and Carl are going to get into trouble when a one night stand - brought on my either the typical reasons or a spell - conceive the perfect vessel for the First.

Details - Carl is marked with a red snake on his wrist he was born with it. He is actually part demon and has no idea. His child with Irene was killed because it wasn't what the First wanted. She needs a body.

Savannah is also marked with another sign. She is part angel, and her union with Carl is what the First needs.

The pregnancy will last only nine days. The child will age as quickly as the First wants it to. Caleb will come to take the baby, and Carl may be killed in the process.

There will be no romantic entanglement between Savvy and Carl - neither character needs that angst.
Sexy Carl

Color Quiz

What color is your soul painted?

Blue

Your soul is painted the color blue, which embodies the characteristics of peace, patience, understanding, health, tranquility, protection, spiritual awareness, unity, harmony, calmness, coolness, confidence, dependability, loyalty, idealism, tackiness, and wisdom. Blue is the color of the element Water, and is symbolic of the ocean, sleep, twilight, and the sky.

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Five Questions Meme

THE RULES:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like your favorite lyric to your current favorite song. Or your favorite kind of sandwich. Something random. Whatever you like.*
2. I'll respond by asking you five personal questions about your character/muse so I can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the completely honest answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions

*I'm changing this rule -- You have to actually say you're up for this. I don't want people hesitating on commenting/questioning my answers because they'd rather not become part of a meme chain.

My questions from psychiccop

1. What is one crime you've committed?
I've lied about a source. I don't know how it happened. I think it was a dream, but it lead me to a story that changed my life. It cost Victor Caleca his, but I found out a little bit more about what happened to my wife and our child. I refused to tell the feds who my source was, and they threw me in jail. I lucked out there too, because if I'd been out on the street Victor's wife would be as dead as he is.

2. Favorite song?
Blaze of Glory - Bon Jovi

3. What leads you on the road you're on?
The murder of my wife. When I saw the mark on her wrist that matched the one on mine, I knew that I had to find out the truth about the creature that took her from me. There are dozens of them, murder victims across the country who have the mark that didn't have t before they died. Then there's me - I was born with it. What does it mean?

4. What is one thing you fear?
That I'll die before I find out the answer.

5. One thing that makes you happy.
My friends, Perry Reed, Vincenzo, Jain, and the others I've met along the way. They can help me forget the darkness that I see surrounding us all.
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Notes on First Church

I wasn't too happy about my current assignment. I was supposed to be working the crime beat, but Vincenzo wanted me to go by the Alexandria Theatre to see the renovations going on. Some preacher was converting the old art deco egyptian theatre into a church. Apparently a lot of the area homeless were flocking there to help Brother Caleb Black set up the First Church of Miraculous Science. I'd never heard of the church before, but for all I know the guy got his divinity papers from Rolling Stone of the internet.

I probably should have sent some minion intern down to the morgue to see if there was anything on Brother Caleb and his church, but I didn't figure I'd find out anything interesting. It was just better to finish my coffee, get in my car, and head to the Richmond district to see what was up.

Hopefully, I wouldn't be bored to death. Because I really couldn't figure out why Tony thought I was the guy to send to find out about some new christian sect. Devil worshippers, cultists and serial killers were my usual fare. Oh well, I still had rent to pay and car payments to consider. I wasn't going to be winning the Pulitzer on my ass either.