Missing Pieces

No Pressure
Death, death, and more death. Also, additional death.

Ok, so we might all die tomorrow. I mean it. We’re up against something that tore apart two experienced werewolves. This shit’s getting scary. Outline time again, cause I’m on watch and uploading this with my phone.

The police asked us about the break in. No evidence but a glimpse of us on a security camera, going into the alley.

Met Matt’s daughter, Jessica. Psychic, might floof some day. If it’s activated by trauma and anger, probably soon.

Met up later at The Peg. Got to know Jessica

Helped Matt and Jessica with social services breathing down their necks. The investigation we triggered should last till Jessica is 18. Not that it matters anymore. But it WAS damn fine work.

Got a call from Jessica. The pack is dead. Something after her.

Drove out there, met her under a bridge. Matt’s dead, another possession thing. I don’t want the details to get out, so not putting in any.

We ran. Well, drove. Jim drove. He’s really good at it. You know, ambulance driver and all.

The thing chased us. So did a cop. Same cop who took Jessica to a church basement. Where the Thing killed Karl and Susan.

Got another cop to meet us at a gas station. Poor Officer Donut. Smith. I mean Smith.

The other cop, Cooper, was possessed (big surprise). He shot Officer Donut. Smith.

The Thing attacked, we fought it, kinda.

The gas station fucking BLEW UP.

Car landed on Kyle, but he’s ok.

Other car landed on Officer Donut, but he’s ok too. Look, it’s an affectionate nickname. Dude came to help us and got shot.

Kyle stabbed the Thing with rebar (where did he get that? Did the explosion shake some loose?)

We went to the church basement. Pretty dark down there. Emotionally, I mean.

Found a pendant that seals the spirit world? Not sure, exactly, but if we kill the spirit with it active, it might kill it for good.

So we’re gonna do it at the pack’s locus. Big cave, Calla can do stuff with the rocks, and no worries about the church (another locus) falling down on us.

Heading to Coyote Falls in the morning.

Shit’s getting real.

Field Trip
And now Jim is a horse.


So… this is one entry I really hope doesn’t get out at the wrong time. Cause there’s some illegal stuff in here. That seems to be a theme lately.

Ok, so the archaeology department sometimes has these little events to show off their new acquisitions. There’s always some interesting stuff there, especially when they have the wrong idea about an artifact. You know, like thinking that a primitive painting of a sasquatch is really just the symbolic representation of a nature spirit or something. But more important, there’s always food. Usually a cute little buffet table with egg rolls (oh the egg rolls!), spinach dip (yum!), cookies, that sort of thing. I dragged Calla to the event so I could grab some snacks for movie night. Because I am a food ninja! And seriously, you should taste those egg rolls when I’ve done a little work to them!

The artifacts on display were a bit more varied than usual. We had the usual pile to Native American stuff. but we also had some stuff from Sumeria and Egypt. One of the artifacts caused a fight. Well, maybe a tiff. I overheard one of our Native American specialist professors defending the authenticity of a rock to another guy. Turns out, that was actually relevant. The rock, not the tiff. Something called an Uktena stone.

I made the guys watch Pi. They weren’t nearly as impressed as I was.

There was another relevant artifact, by the way. A knife. Silver blade, bone handle. It got stolen, along with some other stuff. The knife is relevant because I’m the one who stole it. Not that I meant to. I was possessed. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I mean, on the one hand I was violated. On the other hand, I don’t remember it. So, I guess, I’m offended, but not traumatized?

Kinda helps that the knife is pretty cool. It, er, makes wind? Blows things? Yeah, let’s just leave it at that for now. I still need to check it out some more anyway. Maybe I can figure out how it works.

Aaanyway, Calla caught me hiding the knife. Yeah, I hid it. I panicked. Turns out that a lot of stuff went missing that night. And since it wasn’t in my apartment, and it all disappeared when the moonlight hit it, well, there was some Weird Shit going on. But gut reaction is to hide it, you know?

So we decided to get the Scooby Gang together. We’re a Scooby Gang now. I’m not sure if it’s cool. But it IS interesting. Since Calla’s a werewolf (still not sure how that works, but I think she’s looking into it), she can see into the spirit world. Which apparently exists? Seriously, when will something I believe in turn out to exist?

Anyway, this is getting long, so I’m going to reduce it down to the basics.

  • There was a paranoia spirit in my kitchen. Yeah, I know, big surprise. Calla got rid of it. I think she annoyed it away.
  • We went out to see Jim’s grandmother at the reservation, since we thought she might be able to figure something out.
  • The shaman found out I’d been possessed by a coyote spirit. He sold me a necklace to help keep him out. I’m pretty sure it actually works. Alsom Kyle is not lucky and I apparently am. Not sure about that, since I’m the one who got possessed, but Kyle and I agree that the shaman’s probably right.
  • Jim’s grandmother told us about a deal that his tribe made with the spirits. Power and transformation in exchange for fighting the weird shit. And now that Jim was all up in the weird shit, so to speak, it was destiny.
  • Then Jim became a horse.
  • Yup. A horse.
  • Guess I should explain that one.
  • I don’t want to disrespect it with my usual snark, so here it goes. We got to attend the ceremony. It was pretty neat, with a big fire in the middle and everyone sitting around chanting and singing. At one point, the shaman chased Jim with a whip, like for horses. A sort of symbolic chase, I think. Then Jim RAN. He ran out of the tent, and into the night. When the sun came up, he was a horse. A real one. I guess werehorses have it easier than werewolves.
  • So, armed with our new horse and some info about Coyote spirits, we went to the most likely place near the university where a possession-happy trickster spirit might hang out.
  • We decided on drunken frat boys, so, unfortunately, we went to Shooters.
  • I mean, it’s not TERRIBLE, but The Peg is better. You should go try it.
  • And there were werewolves there. At Shooters, I mean.
  • Local pack, Luna’s Pride.
  • 3 members: Matt, Karl, Susan
  • Pretty decent people, really. Little, uh, temperamental. But hey, werewolves.
  • They were after the coyote spirit too.
  • Long story short, we teamed up, caught the spirit.
  • Bad news, this morning, we got called to the police station for questioning.
Homo Homini Lupus Est
My, Calla, what big teeth you have!

If you are reading this, it means that I haven’t checked in for a few months and my information release program was activated. Or you managed to hack your way in here. Or you left a back door in the encryption program and are taking a peek. Either way it doesn’t matter. The blog’s not going to cut it anymore. Too much I can’t put out there yet. I get the feeling it would be bad for me.

So life’s been weird lately. And a bit illegal, but that’s nothing compared to the weird. If you’re reading this you probably also know about the kidney thefts, and how we caught one of the people involved. So, after we caught that bitch, we called up the Alchemist (his number was in Skunky’s phone) to tell him that the Surgeons stole the kidney he’d been looking for. And while we were being “interviewed” by the cops that next week, we heard about a break-in at the hospital, which turned out to be him sending some guys to steal it back. Didn’t work, though. I’ll get to why later.

But anyway, during the week, Kyle did a lot of extra work as a volunteer at the old folks home. I mean, we got the bitch, but there was still the Alchemist, and Calla still needed closure. And answers. Or maybe I needed answers? Anyway, Kyle heard about an old Spanish man who stays on the fifth floor, Arnau Villanova…which was one “de” away from the ancient alchemist those symbols were associated with. So we paid him a visit. He wasn’t surprised to see us at all, once we introduced ourselves. The weird thing is, Calla got so interested in his alchemy stuff that she didn’t really want to hurt him. Old guy kept insisting that alchemy and sympathetic magic were perfectly valid sciences, just marginalized by their association with pre-Enlightenment thinking. Still not sure what I think about that.

Anyway, he said there was some kind of strong life force in Calla’s blood, and that he thought her kidney could mystically filter the effects of aging from him, letting him survive far longer using it than he could with ordinary human organs. Oh, right, the guy really is like six hundred years old, according to him. He might be a little crazy, but he’s not totally lying. He showed us a thing with Calla’s blood, which was so full of life that it exploded out of the container. That surprised him, because her blood wasn’t that… energetic… last time he checked it. Later on we found out why.

The Surgeons were keeping a demon in the basement of the hospital. That’s right. A demon. Apparently they exist. The Alchemist’s minions found that out during the break-in. It turns out that it might not have been a good idea to go have a look…but we went to have a look anyway.

There was a magic circle on the floor, and Calla’s kidney was nailed to it, opposite some dried up hearts. We didn’t get to look at it much, because then the bitch found us. She came in with a gun, but that wasn’t the worst part. It was her magic circle, and I guess she was pulling power through it? She said it was from the demon, but Calla was getting weak too, so that had to stop. Calla got… mad. I mean really, really mad. And then she, well, shit. She’s a werewolf. There, I wrote it. Not one of those cryptids that can actually exist, but a fucking werewolf. She got big. And furry, and her teeth… I’ve never felt like food before. I think all of us almost ran, but we Screen shot 2013 02 28 at 10.54.50 ammanaged to stick around while Calla savaged the bitch. We tried our best to stay out of her way. We did help a little. We threw stuff at her, to distract her. Kyle took her gun. Oh, and the mirrors in the room broke, and we started to see things. Like the demon, who looked like a swarm of flies (pestilence demon) and the little stream of fire going from the kidney to the bitch’s necklace. The bitch told Kyle to shoot Calla, and he tried, but it didn’t seem to do anything. I think she may have put the whammy on him, cause her voice got all spooky, and he had a weird zombie face thing going on.

Then I pulled the nail out of the kidney (boy, was it stuck in there) and the bitch just passed out. At first I thought Calla had managed to kill her, cause she was bleeding from her nose, ears and eyes. Then I saw the flies. Also coming from her nose, ears, and eyes. Eww.

Calla de-furred, and went back up to the maintenance closet. To gather her thoughts and keep a lookout, I think. The demon, well, he offered us power (whatever the hell “power” is) to leave the bitch in the circle. Oh, it was tempting. Not the power thing, I mean, yeah, a bit, but I really didn’t want to give this thing anything that it wanted, you know? But getting rid of the bitch? I almost voted for leaving her down there, in the dark (but outside of the circle). I’m really not sure what I think about that.
We didn’t, though. Left her in the closet, Jim trailed some of her blood to a place where people would find her, and we left.
I don’t know if it helped. She’s gone now.

The Scorpion and the Toad
or "Where's my kidney, bitch?"
From the journal of detective Morgan Appleton

That nosy girl from the university came in today. Seems like the vic in the last Surgeon case was a good friend of hers. Ended up with the closed cases related to my investigation. The Hillcrest murders, including the first one. This girl can see it’s related, why can’t the brass?
Hell, she’s probably smarter than most of the brass, had some cover story about a statistical analysis project that I swear used an eight-syllable word. Obviously she’s interested in the weird shit, so I told her there were things that didn’t make it to the report. Girl promised to buy me a beer if I’d meet up with her and tell her more.
Raised the price to a few beers, but told her and her friends almost everything weird about the case. The symbols from that 16th century alchemy book, the report of that shadowy man with the glowing thing around his neck, and the fact that virtually the same murders have been happening every five years for the past fifty.
They think these cases and their friend’s attack are connected. I had to leave for professional reasons, but I hear they later found out that there’s somebody the hoods call “The Alchemist,” and that The Surgeons actually stole that poor girl’s kidney before it could reach him.
What the fucking fuck? No wonder people end up dead poking around in this case…

Chat between Sharon and sarcasticObserver

sarcasticObserver: SP1LL!! why were u old people going 2 a r4ve?
covertIlluminator: Wait, I’m old? ;)
sarcasticObserver: no one ov3r 30 3V3R goes to 4 rave unless they’re a cr33per, everyb0dy knows th4t
sarcasticObserver: u were UP 2 SOM3THING!
covertIlluminator: Hey, I’m not… quite… over 30!
covertIlluminator: And yes, we were up to something.
covertIlluminator: You remember my friend, C? The one who got her kidney stolen?
sarcasticObserver: the d0c with the d0g, y4
covertIlluminator: Well get this, we found the guys who did it! Well, girl, really, but she had the guy’s help.
sarcasticObserver: the f4ux-Br1t looking guy who tot4lly proves my ^point?
covertIlluminator: Yeah, Skunky. He was totally a dealer. But he was helping pick out targets. Killed some people, too.
sarcasticObserver: 4nd who’s t3h ch1xx0r?
covertIlluminator: Some med student. She was in C’s class awhile back, and I guess that’s why she didn’t kill her? Anyway, she took the kidney out.
covertIlluminator: We happened to find out that they were going to be at the rave.
sarcasticObserver: so u used the v4st youth cultural kn0wlege of dear sw33t Observer to try desp3rately to go und3rc0ver?
sarcasticObserver: ;)
sarcasticObserver: Or 4t least not look l1ke total n4rcs?
covertIlluminator: Well, yeah. I mean, since we’re so old and all. ;)
covertIlluminator: Needed an expert in the young and crazy stuff.
covertIlluminator: <sighs> Kids these days
covertIlluminator: With their mesh shirts and glowing body paint and loud parties…
sarcasticObserver: jk, I bet u looked hot :-p now stop try1n to sound anc13nt and t3ll m3 wh4t h4pp3ned!!
sarcasticObserver: I know sh1t w3nt down n3ar th3re
covertIlluminator: Oh?
covertIlluminator: Well, I guess it was in the news somewhere?
sarcasticObserver: Y34h, but u got the r34l story :)
covertIlluminator: Anyway, yeah. So we went to the rave, danced a bit, and found the guys we were looking for.
covertIlluminator: C got really pissed off when she saw the chick. I mean seriously. She SNAPPED at me when I tried to stop her from going over to take a swing at her.
covertIlluminator: She finally got her memory back, I guess. :(
sarcasticObserver: d0g 34t d0g, fair reacti0n
covertIlluminator: Guess so. Man, her teeth looked sharp, though. Trick of the light, I guess, cause they looked normal later. But still. Never saw her get that mad before. But it was pretty useful later on.
sarcasticObserver: what you 1m4gine might b3 more tru3 than what u s33, s0metimes
covertIlluminator: Guess so.
covertIlluminator: Anyway, I noticed that the chick had a target. Some random dude. She was already making eyes at him
sarcasticObserver: who s4ys m4king 3y3s anymore? seriously, sOOO old
covertIlluminator: <eyeroll> She was all “come hither and let me cut out your organs.” Better? :D
sarcasticObserver: y3s. at least th4t was a little po3tic. continu3 :)
covertIlluminator: Glad you approve. :)
covertIlluminator: Anyway, I stole him. The random dude. Got all grindy with him, while my friend K hit on the chick
covertIlluminator: And it worked. She invited K back to her place
sarcasticObserver: if th1s ends w1th ‘4nd th3y all b4ng3d happily ev3r after’…
sarcasticObserver: g3t to the stuff that got the cop c4rs sent!
covertIlluminator: Man, kids are so impatient these days! I didn’t even get to how J beckoned me away from my new fling with the crook of a finger.
covertIlluminator: And how me and C latched onto his arms to follow the chick
sarcasticObserver: ok4y, h3’s a cool guy :)
covertIlluminator: :D
sarcasticObserver: u may continu3
covertIlluminator: Why thank you :)
covertIlluminator: So yeah, he gave me the come-hither, and he had a lady on each arm. But we had to split up so he could follow Skunky
covertIlluminator: Chick tried to get K to take some drug. She said it was for stamina, but we knew better.
covertIlluminator: So they got to her car, and Skunky jumped him
covertIlluminator: Well, tried to.
covertIlluminator: K’s really good at boxing :)
sarcasticObserver: i do so l0ve it wh3n boys wr4ssle
covertIlluminator: heh, yeah.
covertIlluminator: So we all jumped in. We were like vigilantes, man. It was kinda fun.
covertIlluminator: I threw a brick at the chick, and it bounced off the front window and hit her. Then she ducked into the car
covertIlluminator: C got to the car, and opened the door. If she’d actually gotten in the car with the chick, I’d almost feel sorry for the chick.
sarcasticObserver: h34rd the b1tch got her nose brok3n
covertIlluminator: heh, yeah, that’s a great story.
covertIlluminator: See, I jumped on the car and broke the window with my elbow. Then I maced the bitch right in the face.
covertIlluminator: She tried to get out the passenger side, cause K and Skunky were fighting it out on her side.
covertIlluminator: So C just, kinda, slammed the door on her face.
covertIlluminator: :D
sarcasticObserver: d4mn, g1rl :)
covertIlluminator: I know! I mean, the timing was just perfect. Then J got there and tackled Skunky, and I grabbed his gun (Skunky’s) and then the fight stopped.
covertIlluminator: Cause, you know, gun shoved in the bad guy’s back
sarcasticObserver: aw3some! and th3 cops 4ren’t giving u any trouble?

Nothing Good Happens After 2AM
A prologue in which Sharon's a little too happy at weird things happening to her friend.
March 14, 2013

This one’s gonna be short, I gotta get back to the hospital.

You’re not going to believe this, it finally happened. A real-life urban legend! My friend C woke up in a hotel bathtub. That on its own is pretty unusual for her. She’s a bit shy, not one for waking up in strange people’s rooms. And here’s the kicker: she was missing a kidney. This was a classic case, everything was just like you read about. Cheap hotel chain, bathtub full of ice, phone nearby, door unlocked… really pretty polite of the guy (or girl) when you leave out the whole stealing a kidney thing. She was even all stitched up. Pretty nice job of it, too. Whoever did it knew what they were doing.

She doesn’t remember much, just the flash of someone looming over her (she had a flashback of someone standing over her and cutting into her when she woke up and saw her doctor) and someone slapping a chloroform rag over her face. We’re gonna look for clues while she recovers.

March 22, 2013

C’s out of the hospital earlier than they expected. The doctors say she should be fine with only one kidney, as long as she makes a couple minor modifications to her diet, so that’s good. We got a few leads, but I’m not sure how helpful they’ll be. K remembered a piece of Eurotrash at the bar where we work. He’s been hanging around, kind of shady, probably a dealer. But he was watching C that night, so there may be something there. Problem is, C remembers a woman grabbing her, and J found a woman’s footprint by C’s car. Now I’m not going to ignore the possibility that Eurotrash and this woman were working together, but it’s gonna make it tough to figure it out.

I found out (with a little help) that C’s not the first kidney theft in the area. There have been some within the past two years within a few blocks of an old folks’ home, the Hillcrest Center for Elder Living. Problem is that they were also murdered, and that bugs me. I mean, I’m glad C’s ok, but that might mean something bigger is going on? Or maybe kidneys are a hot item on the black market? Why would someone who killed his victims suddenly go to keeping them alive? I don’t know, but I’ll do some digging, maybe check out the police records.


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