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Posted by Cal McDonald
on 3/31/2009, 6:04 am
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Growing up with what would seem to be a suicide go to life, Cal McDonald, has
struggled to organize life and crime to keep his sanity. His stint as a police officer was halted with his excessive use of illegal drugs. Within his struggle, he has made company with ghouls to help him solve cases. His graphic portrayal of life is that of a madman trapped in the center of Manhattan .
Armed with his “friends” (ghouls and cocaine) Cal will need to step up his ability to think straight, and make the right decision. Will he let the drug use and paranormal activity rule his life?
"I'm trapped again in endless rain. I divorce the thoughts of you in love with me. I divorce your innocence and my guilt. I divorce the lying sellout confidence.”
The truth was nobody really knew just how much the incident took effect to Cal . After the drunk driver took his mom his emotions began to rumble. His whole outlook on life was viewed only through a bottle and a little baggie. He certainly didn’t need this mess. He tried coping the day to day, but each day got a little worse, each line a little longer.
St. Anthony’s
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“What do you think about the writing?” Alias said calmly
“I think he wants us to find him.” Cal just glared at Det. Davis.
“Do you want me to call someone else in on this case Cal ? It’s just a phone call away.”
“No! I want this piece of sh!t.” “Bad.”
“I just don’t understand the message that he’s trying to put across here. It’s been twenty years since that massacre. What does he want Cal ? Does he just want us to be afraid? Is this a part of his game?”
“I don’t really know. I knew it wasn’t over. When I looked at him I saw the same thing in his eyes as I saw in my own that night.”
“Hate.” Cal mumbled off.
“And just what the F@$* did Nick and that family do to deserve that!? Davis jumped up and put Cal on the defensive.
“They tried to stop him.” Cal just glared at Alias.
“What we have so far, is the family name was Singleton. I’ve searched tax records and pulled everything I could from the area. Something just doesn’t add up. Nobody from the apartment building ever saw the family. No jobs, no major purchases. It just doesn’t make and sense at all.” Alias put his pen in his inner pocket of a black suit coat he wore almost every shift.
“How about the records from the school under the name Singleton?” Cal asked.
“I’ll check them…”
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Cal ’s Apartment
Cal walked through the filthy living room then went to a small kitchen in the east corner of his apartment. As he grabbed the cold steel handle of his fridge, he heard a door creek in his bedroom. Quickly grabbing for his gun he slowly turned.
“It’s you.” Cal looked half surprised.
“Yeah it’s me.” Mo’Lock said.
Mo’Lock was a tall, pale looking ghoul with long black hair from a very early case of Cal ’s. Cal sometimes thought himself dreaming when in the presence of the ghoul. For some reason Mo’Lock had a way of keeping a very fine line in Cal ’s mind of reality and the supernatural. He wouldn’t show up for months on end, and then when Cal turned to the drugs, it seemed he would frequently stop in.
“Got a tough one on your hands eh bud?” Mo’Lock grinned at the chance to question a broken Cal McDonald.
“Yeah. It’s an odd one for sure.”
“Need a hand?”
“Christ, that’s just what I need Mo’ a hand from a ghoul who I’m not sure is even real.”
“Oh I’m real Cal , you know it. You believe in me. I saw the papers. Read all about your little gunfight downtown.”
“So what do you want?” by this time Cal was shaking so bad, heart pounding out of his chest.
“To help out.” Mo’Lock said in such a tender voice.
“What do you have so far?”
“Not too much. A demon who’s thirsty for something.”
“A good scare?” Mo’Lock questioned.
“No. It’s more than that. When I looked into the eye of the beast, I saw fire and hatred.” Cal seemed to explain it in shame.
“What you’ve got is a revenge demon.” Mo’ Lock said as he laughed.
“It would appear so. We don’t have much either. No real motive so far. Pretty random.”
“Did you catch anything suspicious about the demon, or out of the norm?” Mo’Lock asked.
“Ha, what the F#*$ is the norm for a demon? Other than huge wings, and a volatile attitude. No, nothing. The only real thing we have is the last name of the family.” Cal faded off.
“Singleton.”
Mo’ Lock looked puzzled and seemed to be trying to catch his “breath.”
“Did you just say SINGLETON!?”
TBC
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