Author's Note:
That's right, I'm writing another fic while one is still under construction in this section...
What can I say except writer's block is a bitch that has to be beaten... HARD! With the Torn Prince's baseball bat I'd imagine...
Anyway onto to basic procedure... This is a crossover story between the TV show Tru Calling and the Dark Castle movie Thir13en Ghosts. It takes place right after the movie and somewhere in the middle of the show, so lets just pretend that it all went on at the same time and makes since, okay?
This will no doubt be a short fic, but seeing since I don't believe in writing one shot fics (only reading them, lol), there will be lots and lots of chapters to come... lets just hope I don't get too carried away with this little idea like I did with my supposed "Prequel to Thir13en Ghosts" and start a whole series... cuz that would suck!
~ Magdalena Iris Roth
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Tru sat in the room alone, quietly scribbling away at her paperwork, glancing up only to look at the clock on the wall overhead. She sighed dully to herself, only a few more hours to go, she thought. Oh well, at least the day hadn't been a total waste, at least she had been able to get some of her paperwork done, which was overdue on most of the cases, and at least she hadn't thought about Luc in a few hours... or was it minutes? Ever since they had broken up at the cabin things were so dull and boring in her life, not to mention the fact that no one had asked for help in awhile... but was that a good thing, or a bad thing? She wasn't sure.
"Honey we're home!" came the familiar, and as far as Tru was concerned, annoying sound of Gardez as he rolled the gurney into the large room.
"What's this?" the brunette asked as he rolled in three more gurneys as well, one right behind the other.
"This would be a dead guy..." he answered smartly, laughing at his own words hysterically as he pointed down at the black body bag, Tru wasn't so amused.
"I meant..." she let out a tired sigh. "You know what I meant!" she then responded disdainfully, glaring at him with boredom.
"Geez... somebody's been having a bad day!" he remarked while walking over to the white board on the wall, he quickly marked down a number then turned back towards her.
She remained silent as she walked over to one of the four gurneys, her manicured hand reached out to grasp the zipper on the large black body bag.
"I wouldn't do that just yet!" Gardez alerted her suddenly, just as she was about to drag the zipper down she stopped.
"Why not?" she asked while narrowing her gaze on him.
"Some of these are pretty messed up..." was all he said with a twisted look on his tan face.
"Messed up how exactly?" she pushed for a more detailed an answer.
"Like squished..." he said with a nod to the gurney to his right. "Sliced..." a nod towards the gurney she stood over. "And last but not least, diced!" he then nodded finally towards the one beside the left wall.
"What about that one?" she pointed towards the gurney to the far left, the only one Gardez had not mentioned in his unamusing little speech.
"Oh that guy..." he trailed off as he began to leave the room. "I guess he's okay to look at... he's only been broken in half... the others are pretty puke-worthy though if ya ask me!" he flashed her a halfhearted smile before walking out of the room.
"Why can't we have more people like Gardez in the world, huh?" Tru muttered to herself jadedly as she watched him leave, she then turned towards the gurney he had just told her about.
She reached over and grasped the tag of the zipper, she then paused once she remembered his words.
"Come on Tru, what are you, six?" she asked herself quietly, trying to build up her courage.
She slowly pulled the zipper down on the black bag, she stopped tugging on it once it was at the waistline of the body. Tru pushed back the bag to get a look at who it was inside, he was young, around her age, blood streamed down the right side of his face and out of his nose as his lifeless teal eyes stared up at her blankly.
"Tru!" came the loud voice from behind her, she jumped slightly with shock.
"What!" she called back unhappily, gasping for breath as she struggled to calm her nerves.
"Can I see you for a moment?" Davis asked, sending her a questioning look as he walked out of the crypt, back towards his office.
"What is it?" she asked as she walked up to him, her eyes immediately falling on the dark haired older man who stood next to her boss.
The man held his arms tightly, shaking as he glanced over at her with exhaustion in his eyes.
"This is mister..." Davis trailed off as he began to introduce them, he had obviously forgotten the man's name.
"Kriticos... Arthur Kriticos..." the man answered shakily, nodding towards her kindly, his face still showing nothing but misery though.
"I'm Tru Davies." She told him with compassion in her voice, she then looked back to Davis with curiosity.
"Mr. Kriticos claims to know the identities of the deceased." Davis then said with a slight nod, as if this explained everything.
"Well couldn't we have just looked for id like we always do?" she asked him softly, trying not to offend the man to her right.
"Gardez said the cops couldn't find any at the scene due to the condition of the bodies." He gave another knowing nod, Tru glanced over at Mr. Kriticos to make sure he wasn't upset by Davis' literalness.
Arthur only dropped his head respectfully, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
Tru nodded before leading both men into the crypt, she then stood silently out of their way as Davis took the man over to the first body bag. She silently hoped to herself that Davis had searched the man for any weapons before allowing him in, she then realized that he was just as wary of someone attacking them in the morgue as much as she was, and he hadn't even experienced the ordeal like she had.
With a relieved sigh she focused her attention back on what was happening in the now, Mr. Kriticos let out muffled gasp as he pressed his hand over his mouth once Davis had unzipped the bag.
"That's the lawyer, the one that... Ben Moss was his name..." was all the older man said, Tru didn't blame him for not saying more.
"Could you write that down so we won't forget or get them mixed up..." Davis whispered to her as he glanced back in her direction, she quickly reached in her white coat pocket and removed a pen and small pad of paper.
Tru scribbled down the number on the bag and the name the man had given them, she then looked back up to see Arthur and Davis standing next the second bag. With a brief pull of the zipper both men quickly looked away with a discussed look on their now pale faces, Davis then quickly re-zipped the bag.
"That's Kalina... Kalina Oretzia..." Arthur muttered softly, they then made their way to the last zipped bag in the room. "And that's my uncle, Cyrus Kriticos is his name..." Arthur stated with little pity once the bag was unzipped to reveal the disheveled pieces that were once a man.
"I remember that name..." Davis began with a look of confusion. "He was pronounced dead a few days ago..."
"He wasn't really dead... it's a long story, I gave it to the police already, if you want to hear it get it from them..." Arthur told them while slowly moving towards the gurney that Tru had been at earlier, Davis finally snapped out of contemplation enough to walk behind the man.
Tru wrote down the name and added a quick question mark beside it as if to say 'get more info', she then readied her pen while glancing up again.
"Oh god..." the man sighed deeply with evident sadness as he stared down at the open body bag. "Dennis..." he then whispered under his breath.
Noticing the sudden silence, Tru walked over to the gurney and stood beside it, sending Davis a curious look as she did.
"What's his name?" Davis asked gently, trying not to upset the man anymore then he already was.
"Dennis Rafkin..." he answered simply, now calmer and less emotional. "He saved us... none of us would have survived if he hadn't done this..." he then added, gazing down at the body one last time before turning from it and walking away.
Tru came to her senses, broken from thought once the man started walking towards the door, she wrote down the name he had given and then shoved the pen and paper back into her pockets.
"I'm very sorry you had to do this, please except my condolences..." Davis rambled to the man as they exited the crypt, heading back to his office for paperwork no doubt.
Tru turned to follow them, just as she did she glanced back at the body which lay on the gurney, smiling a faint smile of sadness she reached over and slid her hand down the man's face, finally closing his open eyes.
"Sorry Dennis..." she uttered softly as she walked away from him, not even looking back as she left the room.
That's right, I'm writing another fic while one is still under construction in this section...
What can I say except writer's block is a bitch that has to be beaten... HARD! With the Torn Prince's baseball bat I'd imagine...
Anyway onto to basic procedure... This is a crossover story between the TV show Tru Calling and the Dark Castle movie Thir13en Ghosts. It takes place right after the movie and somewhere in the middle of the show, so lets just pretend that it all went on at the same time and makes since, okay?
This will no doubt be a short fic, but seeing since I don't believe in writing one shot fics (only reading them, lol), there will be lots and lots of chapters to come... lets just hope I don't get too carried away with this little idea like I did with my supposed "Prequel to Thir13en Ghosts" and start a whole series... cuz that would suck!
~ Magdalena Iris Roth
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Tru sat in the room alone, quietly scribbling away at her paperwork, glancing up only to look at the clock on the wall overhead. She sighed dully to herself, only a few more hours to go, she thought. Oh well, at least the day hadn't been a total waste, at least she had been able to get some of her paperwork done, which was overdue on most of the cases, and at least she hadn't thought about Luc in a few hours... or was it minutes? Ever since they had broken up at the cabin things were so dull and boring in her life, not to mention the fact that no one had asked for help in awhile... but was that a good thing, or a bad thing? She wasn't sure.
"Honey we're home!" came the familiar, and as far as Tru was concerned, annoying sound of Gardez as he rolled the gurney into the large room.
"What's this?" the brunette asked as he rolled in three more gurneys as well, one right behind the other.
"This would be a dead guy..." he answered smartly, laughing at his own words hysterically as he pointed down at the black body bag, Tru wasn't so amused.
"I meant..." she let out a tired sigh. "You know what I meant!" she then responded disdainfully, glaring at him with boredom.
"Geez... somebody's been having a bad day!" he remarked while walking over to the white board on the wall, he quickly marked down a number then turned back towards her.
She remained silent as she walked over to one of the four gurneys, her manicured hand reached out to grasp the zipper on the large black body bag.
"I wouldn't do that just yet!" Gardez alerted her suddenly, just as she was about to drag the zipper down she stopped.
"Why not?" she asked while narrowing her gaze on him.
"Some of these are pretty messed up..." was all he said with a twisted look on his tan face.
"Messed up how exactly?" she pushed for a more detailed an answer.
"Like squished..." he said with a nod to the gurney to his right. "Sliced..." a nod towards the gurney she stood over. "And last but not least, diced!" he then nodded finally towards the one beside the left wall.
"What about that one?" she pointed towards the gurney to the far left, the only one Gardez had not mentioned in his unamusing little speech.
"Oh that guy..." he trailed off as he began to leave the room. "I guess he's okay to look at... he's only been broken in half... the others are pretty puke-worthy though if ya ask me!" he flashed her a halfhearted smile before walking out of the room.
"Why can't we have more people like Gardez in the world, huh?" Tru muttered to herself jadedly as she watched him leave, she then turned towards the gurney he had just told her about.
She reached over and grasped the tag of the zipper, she then paused once she remembered his words.
"Come on Tru, what are you, six?" she asked herself quietly, trying to build up her courage.
She slowly pulled the zipper down on the black bag, she stopped tugging on it once it was at the waistline of the body. Tru pushed back the bag to get a look at who it was inside, he was young, around her age, blood streamed down the right side of his face and out of his nose as his lifeless teal eyes stared up at her blankly.
"Tru!" came the loud voice from behind her, she jumped slightly with shock.
"What!" she called back unhappily, gasping for breath as she struggled to calm her nerves.
"Can I see you for a moment?" Davis asked, sending her a questioning look as he walked out of the crypt, back towards his office.
"What is it?" she asked as she walked up to him, her eyes immediately falling on the dark haired older man who stood next to her boss.
The man held his arms tightly, shaking as he glanced over at her with exhaustion in his eyes.
"This is mister..." Davis trailed off as he began to introduce them, he had obviously forgotten the man's name.
"Kriticos... Arthur Kriticos..." the man answered shakily, nodding towards her kindly, his face still showing nothing but misery though.
"I'm Tru Davies." She told him with compassion in her voice, she then looked back to Davis with curiosity.
"Mr. Kriticos claims to know the identities of the deceased." Davis then said with a slight nod, as if this explained everything.
"Well couldn't we have just looked for id like we always do?" she asked him softly, trying not to offend the man to her right.
"Gardez said the cops couldn't find any at the scene due to the condition of the bodies." He gave another knowing nod, Tru glanced over at Mr. Kriticos to make sure he wasn't upset by Davis' literalness.
Arthur only dropped his head respectfully, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
Tru nodded before leading both men into the crypt, she then stood silently out of their way as Davis took the man over to the first body bag. She silently hoped to herself that Davis had searched the man for any weapons before allowing him in, she then realized that he was just as wary of someone attacking them in the morgue as much as she was, and he hadn't even experienced the ordeal like she had.
With a relieved sigh she focused her attention back on what was happening in the now, Mr. Kriticos let out muffled gasp as he pressed his hand over his mouth once Davis had unzipped the bag.
"That's the lawyer, the one that... Ben Moss was his name..." was all the older man said, Tru didn't blame him for not saying more.
"Could you write that down so we won't forget or get them mixed up..." Davis whispered to her as he glanced back in her direction, she quickly reached in her white coat pocket and removed a pen and small pad of paper.
Tru scribbled down the number on the bag and the name the man had given them, she then looked back up to see Arthur and Davis standing next the second bag. With a brief pull of the zipper both men quickly looked away with a discussed look on their now pale faces, Davis then quickly re-zipped the bag.
"That's Kalina... Kalina Oretzia..." Arthur muttered softly, they then made their way to the last zipped bag in the room. "And that's my uncle, Cyrus Kriticos is his name..." Arthur stated with little pity once the bag was unzipped to reveal the disheveled pieces that were once a man.
"I remember that name..." Davis began with a look of confusion. "He was pronounced dead a few days ago..."
"He wasn't really dead... it's a long story, I gave it to the police already, if you want to hear it get it from them..." Arthur told them while slowly moving towards the gurney that Tru had been at earlier, Davis finally snapped out of contemplation enough to walk behind the man.
Tru wrote down the name and added a quick question mark beside it as if to say 'get more info', she then readied her pen while glancing up again.
"Oh god..." the man sighed deeply with evident sadness as he stared down at the open body bag. "Dennis..." he then whispered under his breath.
Noticing the sudden silence, Tru walked over to the gurney and stood beside it, sending Davis a curious look as she did.
"What's his name?" Davis asked gently, trying not to upset the man anymore then he already was.
"Dennis Rafkin..." he answered simply, now calmer and less emotional. "He saved us... none of us would have survived if he hadn't done this..." he then added, gazing down at the body one last time before turning from it and walking away.
Tru came to her senses, broken from thought once the man started walking towards the door, she wrote down the name he had given and then shoved the pen and paper back into her pockets.
"I'm very sorry you had to do this, please except my condolences..." Davis rambled to the man as they exited the crypt, heading back to his office for paperwork no doubt.
Tru turned to follow them, just as she did she glanced back at the body which lay on the gurney, smiling a faint smile of sadness she reached over and slid her hand down the man's face, finally closing his open eyes.
"Sorry Dennis..." she uttered softly as she walked away from him, not even looking back as she left the room.