Ahh sweet sent of a new chapter. Like a new roll of electrical tape.

Again Thank You to valkyrie-alex for her Beta'ing and sitting up with me while I typed. If you haven't checked out her stories yet, then why the hell not?

As for the change in his name you see. In the Movie his goes by Chas Kramer, in the Comic and on IMDB his is Cas Chandler. So it's a six in one hand half a dozen in the othertype of deal. Prize for guessing where I got the date in this story from!

Now on to yon' story!

P.S- I own nothing.

Gamma

COLD! Painful biting cold. At first he tried to curl up on his side, but two things stopped him. Firstly, the fact he was blocked in on either sides by freezing masses. And secondly, the pain in his entire body. His lungs ached like they hadn't been used in God only knew how long. Breathing in felt like it took forever, while exhaling was in rough broken coughs. Muscles felt bogged down by a cruel mix of stiff atrophy and having your ass handed to you by a scociopathic archangel. To top it all off Chas realized he was naked.

Opening his eyes, he immediately wished he hadn't. Forcing his hands up, he touched the semi-opaque plastic body bag. He wanted to yell for help until he saw in faint tracings of RavenScar hospital on the bag. Biting his lip, Chas fought against the fatigue poking a finger through a ventilation hole. He forced the fingers on his other hand to do the same, pulling slowly. He groaned as his body protested. It would be so easy to just lay down and go back to sleep forever.

Gasping in a mix of pain and exhaustion, Chas found himself sitting up in the RavenScar morgue. Normally he would be saying a stream of curses, but he was far to busy shivering and trying to gather a coherent thought on what to do next. Looking around he grimaced at the bodies on either side in their own bags. Despite chattering teeth, he muttered an apology to the bag as he crawled over it. Still shivering, he heard a clink' when his feet tentatively touched the ground. About to look for the source of the sound, his knees promptly gave out, and then he blinked back the horror of looking at his very own toe tag.

Name: CharlesChandler

DOD: 2/06/05

Who would have guessed a piece of red plastic could inspire such shock and revulsion? Shaking, he slipped the tag off his toe. He gripped it so hard he heard a faint crack of plastic. Pulling himself up, he looked around.

He had been here once before with Constantine, checking out a possession fatality. Unless something had changed in the last month, there would be a line of lab coats just past the door and probably a sleeping clerk or security guard depending on the time.

Using the only line of tables for support, Chas made his way to the doorless opening. He muttered another apology when he accidentally touched a body. Moving the heavy strips of the plastic curtain, he saw the night guard sleeping, as hoped. He quickly grabbed one of the starched white lab coats and closed it tightly around his body. In one of the pockets somebody had been kind enough to forget their bus pass for him. Giving one last look at the sleeping guard, he ran out into the Los Angeles night.