miss corpse

nebumimochi  asked:

I want to write a dark comedy/mystery that takes place in a Stockholm hospital; one of my ideas for the plot is the disappearance of bodies from the morgue. Do you by any chance have an idea of how that sort of situation would be handled? Such as how they search for it, what steps would be used to find it? Sorry if this isn't quite your field! Thanks, NebumiMochi

Hey @nebumimochi

We haven’t really worked in a morgue so we can’t say for sure. However, this prompted Watson to go on a research binge that proved surprisingly fruitful? Apparently bodies do go missing from the morgue, who would have thunk it neh? Watson found a few news articles concerning corpse displacement, its more focused on the family reactions and less on procedure, but maybe you will get some helpful hints/ideas out of it.

Secrets- Riverdale X Reader Chapter 2- A Touch of Evil ((Jughead Jones))

Originally posted by aestheticsprouse

part 1: http://fanfictionandstuff.tumblr.com/post/157068434249/secrets-riverdale-x-reader-chapter-1-the-rivers 

 Fandom: riverdale 


 Word count: somewhere over 3000


You woke up in a cold sweat on Monday morning. You knew something was wrong from the second you opened your eyes. You turned on your phone, using it as a light source in your pitch black room. 

Immediately you froze, your fingering hovering over the unlock button. You had a ridiculous amount of missed calls and texts from Betty, Veronica, and Kevin. You glanced at the time, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. It was 3:30am. What could they want this late?

You opened your texts and were flooded with information.
Kevin was going to the river with Moose, Kevin and Moose had been caught at the river.
Veronica was wondering if you had seen Betty.
Betty was letting you know she was okay
And finally, all three had messaged you the exact same thing, in almost uniform wording. five words that explained your feeling of dread.

They found Jason Blossom’s body. He was shot.


You knew Jason was dead…but it was still like a punch to the stomach. Maybe a little part of you hadn’t believed it. Maybe a little part of you hoped your half brother was just…missing. But a corpse was irrefutable. Final.
And more importantly…someone had killed him.


After a restless four hours of attempting to sleep, your alarm saved you from your thoughts. Every time you closed your eyes you saw Jason staring back at you, his eyes dead, hair dripping with water, a bullet wound through his head.
You couldn’t shake it from your head, you had no idea why you even cared that Jason was dead. You hadn’t known him.

You reached onto your nightstand and silenced your alarm. You threw the quilt off you and onto the floor, climbing out of your bed. You walked across your carpeted floor into the bathroom. You splashed cold water onto your face and then ran a damp hand through your hair to calm down.

You stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the dark thoughts and fears plaguing you.

You got out of the shower and finished getting ready. You glanced at your phone after pulling on your shirt and groaned, you had taken longer in the shower than usual and had no time to eat breakfast. With a resigned huff, you pulled on your shoes and walked out the front door.

When you got to riverdale high, Betty’s name was called over the announcements to come to the office. You decided to go to the office. You wanted to check on Betty after the shit storm that was the weekend.

You got to the office at the same time as Betty and Kevin. They smiled at you in greeting before Kevin caught sight of the mysterious yellow roses on the desk.
“Oh, my god, those are gorgeous*. Are those for Betty, Mrs. Phillips?” Kevin said, walking closer to the flowers.

The decrepit old woman behind the desk gave Kevin a harsh stare. “That’s why I called her.”

Kevin snatched a white card from the center of the bouquet, “Dear Betty, please forgive me. XOXO, V?’ Who the hell is V?”

“Veronica.” Betty and Veronica said at the same time. Veronica stepped through the door from the hallway, holding a white box.
“The yellow’s for friendship, I also had magnolia cupcakes flown in from New York…because, as my mom likes to say, there’s no wrong the right cupcake cannot fix.” Veronica took a tentative few steps towards Betty. “Also I- I booked us for hers-and-hers Mani-pedis at Chez Salon…blowouts too. I am so, so sorry, Betty. I don’t know what happened to me that night…It was such a basic bitch move. It- it was like I was possessed by-”

Kevin interrupted her, “Madame Satan?”* he asked snarkily.

“The old Veronica.” Veronica finished, looking down in shame. “And I will never, ever, do anything like that to you again. I swear on my mothers pearls. Just…can you please* give me one more chance?” Her eyes were pleading.
Betty smiled and shrugged, “Okay.”

You, Veronica, and Kevin all spoke at the same time, “What?”
“Really?!” Veronica’s words were excited, a huge grin on her face. Your’s and Kevin’s were shocked, his also accusing. You weren’t the hurt party here so you had decided to follow Betty’s example on the whole Veronica thing…but you honestly hadn’t expected that.

“Awesome! I’ll take it. And you won’t regret it!” Veronicas grin got wider.
“Okay.” Betty said again, so quietly you almost hadn’t heard her.

“I’ll bring these to lunch so we can celebrate.” and with one last grin Veronica walked out of the Office as the Bell for class rang.

As soon as she was gone you and Kevin stared at Betty in shock, “It’s the path of least resistance guys. A week ago Veronica and I weren’t friends… Next week, we’ll nod to each other as we pass in the hall, but that’s it. In two weeks, she won’t even remember my name. And in three, she’ll have latched on to some other girl to destroy.”
You and Kevin frowned. You didn’t think Veronica was out to destroy Betty…and you were positive that Betty wouldn’t get rid of Veronica that easily. But you kept quiet, not wanting to get on Betty’s already crowded bad side.

So you just nodded awkwardly and walked with them to class.
The speakers crackled on and Weatherbee began the morning announcements before you could say anything more to Betty.

“There have been many inquiries about the upcoming pep rally. So let me state clearly…it is happening as scheduled. Now, on a less felicitous note…if you could give your attention to Sheriff Keller.”
Another man’s voice came over the announcements, who you assumed was Kevin’s dad. “Most of you already know the details, but your classmate Jason Blossoms body was found late Saturday night. So as of this weekend…Jason’s death is now being treated as a homicide. It is an open and ongoing investigation.”

The entire school was silent. Everyone was staring at the speakers. Your fingers clutched at the necklace you were wearing, your knuckles going white. You were the only one not staring at the speakers. You were staring down, your face emotionless.

Cheryl’s voice crackled over the speakers. “And may I interject? Neither I nor my parents will rest until Jason’s death is avenged, and his cold-hearted killer is walking the green mile to sit in old sparky and fry. I for one, have my suspicions. hashtag “riverdale strong.”

Kevins father’s voice came back on, “If you know anything that could help us find and apprehend jason’s killer, or anything about what happened to him on july 4th, I strongly urge you to come forward immediately. You can speak with me or principal Weatherbee. A death like this wounds us all. Let’s not let Jason down.“


Your first class was biology. As you walked in you instantly regretted it, there were dead frogs splayed on trays at each work station.
It wasn’t that you were afraid of blood or anything, you just didn’t like…dissecting things.

Betty and Kevin had taken their seats at a desk by the window and all the other seats were taken… except for the one next to Jughead.
“Hey…this seat taken?” You smiled hopefully at him.
Jughead didn’t answer and just gestured for you to sit down. You smiled and took a seat next to him, setting your bag down on the floor.
“You look moodier than usual…you okay?”

Before he could answer or you could press further, the teacher came in.
“Seats everyone! Pair off, gloves on, scalpels up!”
Your friends quickly paired off leaving you with no partner for the dissection.

Heyyyyyy…so how are you with a scalpel?” You asked Jughead who, you assumed, also had no partner. considering he was still sitting next to you.

“Is that your way of asking me to be your partner?” Jughead raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes?” you grinned sheepishly
He just rolled his eyes. It wasn’t with annoyance though, it was more on the side of amusement. Jughead took out a pen and filled out your names on the top of the assignment paper.

Two of Cheryls cronies leaned on the desk you were both sitting at, completely ignoring you and Jughead and whispering nasty things about Cheryl. You were quickly becoming annoyed with them, but before your anger could get the best of you there was a sickening squelching sound of a scalpel being stabbed into one of the frogs. The girls jumped, you and Jughead whipping around to see Cheryl with her hand tightly gripping the scalpel. Her face was neutral but there was a definite murderous glare directed at the girls.
You and Jughead stared for a few seconds more as the girls turned and fled from Cheryl’s eye line. You hadn’t known Cheryl Blossom that long but that had been extremely unsettling.

The rest of class passed by in a blur. You tried making jokes to cover your squeamishness and Jughead mostly ignored you, occasionally smirking or doing that eye roll thing again, but most of the class was passed in silence. Something was definitely off with jughead…but you couldn’t ask him what.


Later that day at lunch you, Kevin, Betty, and Veronica were walking across the field, trays of food in hand.
“sooo…” Veronica started, a playfulness in her voice, “what did Moose want?”

“Oh, my god. I don’t even think he knows. I mean, I am devastatingly handsome in that classic pre-accident Montgomery Clift kind of way, and sexuality is fluid, but can someone named ‘Moose’ actually be that fluid?” Kevin ranted.

Veronica laughed, “Okay, well I ship it.”
“I ship it too! You deserve pretty things, Kev.” You grinned.

“Well of course you guys would! You’re big city girls with loose morals.” Kevins tone was teasing, but his joke wasn’t well received, given what had went down just two days earlier. “I just meant…that Moose has an official girlfriend. Midge. Anyway, it’s terrible to say, but part of me wishes he would just stay in the darn closet.” Kevin finished as you approached the blue picnic table where Archie was already sitting.
Archie shot the four of you a confused and concerned look.
“Obviously, I didn’t mean literal closet…” Kevin corrected.

“Comfy.” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Archie! Any new material you wanna try out on a very forgiving audience?” Veronica expertly changed the topic.
“I–” Archie trailed off.

“Please?” she said, her eyebrows raised in plea.
“Yeah, please Archie? you didn’t even let us hear the end of the last song!” You added.

“Would you? I’d love the hear it.” Betty said, a soft smile on her face.

That did it.

Archie sighed in resignation and reached for his guitar. “I’m still working on the lyrics, so…okay…”
Archie sang the first few lines while the four of you watched him. It was actually amazing and you freaking loved Archies songs, even if you were a little unsure on how much you liked him as a person.
Before he could get far into it, Betty looked like she was about to cry and he stopped.

You Kevin and Veronica applauded quietly.
“Betty?” Archie’s voice was laced with concern, “You okay?”
Betty had a distant and sad smile on her face as she looked away from the group. “I’m supposed to say yes. That’s what the nice girl always says, but…No, I’m not. I-I want to be. I thought I could be, but it’s too much, too fast. Archie…” Betty turned and walked away crying.

Archie bolted up, “Betty–Betty, wait!” Archie ran off, leaving you, Kevin, and Veronica watching in stunned silence, none of you knowing what to say.
You watched as Betty and Archie had a pretty intense conversation. You, Kevin, and Veronica all sat with baited breath. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but it didn’t look good. Finally it ended, Betty walking off about to cry and Weatherbee calling Archie to see him. The three of you shared a stunned look, Kevin’s mouth open in shock and Veronica at a loss for words.


The next day you caught up to Betty and Veronica at their lockers, both locked in an intense conversation. When you approached they stopped talking and smiled at you. “Hey (y/n)!” Betty greeted you. You waved awkwardly, feeling like you had just intruded in on a relatively intense moment.
“Hey guys, sorry can’t actually stay to talk I haven’t eaten yet and I’m freaking starving. There’s a vending machine in the lounge thingy right?” Betty nodded and pointed in the direction of the vending machines, You smiled gratefully and took off.

You walked through double doors into a room filled with couches and loud-mouthed jocks. You navigated your way to the back of the room. Betty, Veronica, and Kevin arrived in the room soon after, but quickly split off into different places, Veronica began talking to resident playboy (and suspected dickwad) Chuck Clayton, and Kevin and Betty took a seat at the edge of the room to do some homework.  

You walked over to the vending machines and contemplated the machines contents, There were mostly off brand chips and overly processed suspicious looking packets of jerky. You groaned in frustration, “I think I’d rather starve to death than attempt to eat anything in here…” you muttered to yourself.

“I think eating anything in there would kill you a lot faster than starvation.” You jumped slightly, startled at the sound of Jughead’s voice.

“Jesus! Don’t you know its not polite to sneak up on people?” You accused.
“I didn’t sneak up on you.” Jugheads lips were curled into the faintest of smirks.

You were about to argue back that he had, in fact, snuck up on you, when Reggie’s voice cut you off. 

“If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? No, let’s be honest. isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial-killer-fanboy freak. Like Jughead!” You rolled your eyes at Reggie, his loud-mouthing was getting old real fast.

“What was it like, suicide squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after.”
Jughead closed his eyes in annoyance and then lazily turned his gaze to Reggie, his arms crossed. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie. Can you spell it?”
You grinned at Jugheads retort, Reggie however, found it less amusing.

“Come here you little–!” Reggie leaped over the back of the couch he was sitting on, towards you and Jughead. But before you could blink Archie had shoved in front of the two of you, pushing Reggie back.
“Hey, shut the hell up, Reggie.” Archie shoved Reggie away. You took the opportunity to get out of the way before things got ugly.

Veronica stood up, “Boys?” her face plastered with concern.
Reggie looked Archie up and down, “What do you care, Andrews?”
“Nothing, just leave him alone.”

Holy crap. Did you and Donnie Darko kill him together? Was it some sort of pervy blood brothers thing?”
You snorted in amusement. This kid was a special kind of stupid.

Archie didn’t answer and shoved Reggie forcefully, Jughead shouted but it was lost in the chaos as Reggie and Archie slammed into the vending machine, shattering the glass. Jughead tried to pull Reggie off of Archie but one of the Jocks pulled him off. Reggie punched Archie, knocking him out.
You didn’t know what to do, but it looked like Reggie was going to punch him again. You did the only thing you could think of…and hit him with your backpack. 

The bag made contact with Reggie’s back and he stopped mid swing. He got up and stared at you, rage in his eyes. You were a little terrified but Archie was your friend…kind of. And Reggie was a massive dick.
Everyone’s eyes were on you as you spoke, a false confidence making your words sound steady.
“That’s enough, Mantle. He’s unconscious.*”

He grinned, “Oh, so Andrews gets his girlfriend to rescue him now? Can’t fight his own battles?”

“Im not Archie’s girlfriend. What I am is someone who doesn’t like loud mouthed jocks that pick on everybody to hide their own insecurities and issues.”  your tone was cold and biting.

Reggie was pissed, his hand curled into a fist, but you weren’t done.
“You, reggie mantle, are just a highschool has-been waiting to happen.”
He actually looked like he was going to hit you, but you knew better. Hitting a girl is a big no-no, even among the jocks. He walked up to you and towered over you, trying to be intimidating.
“What are you gonna do, Reg? Hit a girl?

You sidestepped him casually and knelt down next to Archie, motioning for some of the guys to help carry him to the nurse’s office. You walked out alongside the people carrying the unconscious red-head and your friends followed you out.
Kevin and Veronica cornered you as soon as you were clear of the room.

“Holy crap (y/n)! Where did that come from?” Kevin grinned at you, a flicker of what seemed to be pride in his voice.
“Yeah girl, that was AMAZING!” Veronica added. 

You smiled wearily, “Yeah, well, can it be amazing in the bathroom? Because I think I might puke. That was straight up terrifying.”
The night of the pep rally you were running to the football field. You were already late, and you and you had promised Betty and Veronica that you were going to watch their cheer performance. Your shirt had been buttoned in a hurry and you had forgotten your jacket,  but you were sure as hell not going to break a promise to your friends.

You got there as the game was just starting and you swore, You spotted Jughead and jogged over to him. “Any chance in hell I didn’t miss the cheerleaders performance?” Jughead furrowed his eyebrows at your weird question and disheveled performance.
“I promised Betty I’d come out and support them…and then I kind of lost track of time…” you offered as explanation.
Jughead nodded with a faint smile on face.

“Is that a real smile on your face, Jones? Wow that’s gotta be like, the seventh sign of the apocalypse, right?…So what brought that on?”
Jughead rolled his eyes, but, like always, there was a warmth behind it. “Just had a good chat with an old friend.”

You grinned playfully, “Well, I like it. Looks good on you.” You suddenly looked semi-concerned. “Hey do you think they noticed I was missing? Probably not, right? Jeez, if I had known I was going to miss it anyways I would’ve grabbed my sweater. It’s freaking freezing.”
Warm fabric was gently draped around your shoulders. You looked up in confusion to see Jughead’s jacket on your shoulders.

“Just to be clear, this isn’t a boy giving his coat to a girl he likes. This is a friend lending another friend his jacket because she tore a new one in Reggie Mantle to stop him from further beating up the first friends other friend.” Jughead was staring at the football field, turned completely away from you.
“You lost me at the third friend, but thanks for the jacket.” You smiled softly and turned to the game.

You passed the next few hours in comfortable silence, just watching the game surrounded by noise and people and the rain. But it all just kind of blurred as you stood next to Jughead.


After the game, Archie had invited Jughead and you to Pop’s, which you had happily accepted. Any excuse to go to a place with food was good with you.
When the three of you walked in the door, Betty and Veronica were already in a booth. The five of you stared at eachother and betty smiled. “Do you guys wanna join us?”

Jughead smirked. “Yes, but only if you’re treating.” You nodded in agreement as the two girls laughed.
“Veronica Lodge.” Veronica introduced herself.
“Jughead Jones, the Third” Jughead answered, climbing into the seat next to the window.

“Jughead Jones the Third.” Veronica echoed, her eyes narrowing a bit and a smile on her face.
You laughed and pulled up a chair rather than squeezing into the booth. “He really likes the ‘the Third’ bit.”

Everybody was laughing and smiling as you all sat there around the booth at Pops. 

And for one shining moment, you were all just kids.


These are all the cases of the Corpse Party games. Featuring:

-Corpse Party: Blood Covered (Repeated Fear) [2011]

-Corpse Party: Book of Shadows (2013)

-Corpse Party -THE ANTHOLOGY- Sachiko’s Game of Love ♥ Hysteric Birthday 2U (2012)

-Corpse Party: Missing Footage (2012)

-Corpse Party- Tortured Souls OVA (2013)

-Corpse Party: Blood Drive (2014)

How about a vampire teenager who is actually like a teenager. Because it’s not like their brain would have been developing while their body stayed young, is it? And since they’ve been stuck in a teenage body, everyone they meet would still be treating them like a teenager— there’s no reason to suppose that they’d be all mature and brooding and “I’m sorry, I can’t be with you. It’s not safe.”

Instead of spouting poetry at the MC they’re just really nervous and keep tripping over their words.

Instead of trying to live as a human they take advantage of the fact that they are basically invulnerable and have super powers and do stuff like climb Nelson’s column to put a bucket on his head and steal the crown jewels just to hide them in some random public toilet.

Instead of keeping a low profile if they go to school, they like to show off by loudly telling the history teachers how life actually was a hundred years ago. The older (chronologically) ones like to slip into middle English or Latin, just to see the looks on people’s faces.

There are whole groups of older (mentally) vampires who go around trying to keep the teenagers from exposing the existence of all vampires because everybody else buys from blood banks or go after homeless people who won’t be missed and burn the corpses— then a group of teens get wasted and decide it would be funny to impale some of their victims on the Chrysler building.

Lost Corpse

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 1.113

Request: By anon! “ could you please write a Bucky x reader based on this promt? Idk where it is from, but i just saved it once! thank you.:  “…., no I heard you, I just.., how do you lose a corpse?” “ I don’t know; it was there, and then it was wasn’t!” “Well, it didn’t just walk off” “..maybe it did” “well, I’d rise from the beyond to get away from you as well.”

Warning: fluff, fun! 

A/N: *dramatically kicks door open* I*M BACK, BABY! Hi my lovelies! Gosh I have missedy ou guys so darn much! I’m officially back for good! I’ll give you guys an update on another post! So incredibly sorry of the delay with these requests, but I promise I’ll get them all done now! Love you and hope you enjoy!. Lots of hugs and kisses to you all! xx 




“Pssst, Bucky!”

The former Winter Soldier woke up with a start. The initial shock quickly recovered as his instincts kicked in, trying to identify potential danger. That was until he listened closer and recognized the voice calling his name in a not so subtle whisper. Letting out a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance and mentally debated with himself on whether he should go back to sleep and ignore the menace that was at his door. Making up his mind, he threw the covers off himself and found a shirt and marched to the door. He grabbed the door knob and took one last deep breath, mentally preparing himself and swung the door open. The movement caused the menace at his door to nearly trip into his chest.

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Yet (Kevin Price X Reader)

WC: 1990

Warnings: The mission president being a dick, that’s about it

Summary: Y/N McKinley decides to pay her brother a visit in Uganada. There she meets Kevin Price, and he intrigues her

A/N: My first Book of Mormon fic!! I actually wrote half of this a couple of weeks ago, which is why I posted this so fast. 

I walked briskly behind the mission president and his cohort, praying my suitcase didn’t get stuck on an animal corpse.

“Miss McKinley, are you sure you will be alright here? This doesn’t exactly seem like the… ideal place to vacation.” The mission president asked, turning around to face me.

“If my brother can manage it, then so can I. I’ve always been the stronger twin.” I said, a smirk on my face. The mission president chuckled as he turned around, and I smiled.

I hadn’t seen Connor in at least 18 months, and somehow I managed to convince the mission president to let me tag along on his visit to the District 9 elders.

I was glad I had decided to wear boots, because the ground was uneven and rocky.

“Hello elders!” The mission president said and I smiled, peaking through the crowd of men in front of me.

I saw the white and black uniforms of the elders and my smile grew. “Welcome to District 9, Mr president.” I heard a voice say that sounded very familiar.

“Thank you very much, Elder McKinley. Now, before we begin the proceedings, I have a special guest for you.” The mission president said and I took in a deep breath.

“You can come out now.” Someone whispered to me and I nodded, stepping through the crowd of people. I heard a few gasps and I smiled, waving shyly.

“Y/N!” Connor said, wrapping me in a tight hug. “It’s so good to see you Connor.” I said, squeezing him slightly.

“Um, Elder McKinley. Who might this be?” A man asked and I let go of Connor to look at him.

There was no doubting that he was attractive. He had brown hair that seemed to be perfectly styled, even in the harsh Ugandan weather, and his eyes shone brightly.

“This is Y/N, my twin sister.” Connor said and the man’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Y/N McKinley, at your service.” I said, stretching my hand out to the man. “Kevin Price, I mean Elder Price. Sorry.” Kevin said, shaking my hand.

I felt my stomach flip a little when his hand made contact with mine. “It’s all good Kevin.” I said, winking at him.

His cheeks went a little pink and he diverted his eyes from mine. “Now now Miss McKinley. You can introduce yourself later.” The mission president said and I nodded, shooting one last smile at Kevin.

“So, Connor, how is life in Uganda?” I asked my brother, walking next to him.

“Well, it definitely wasn’t easy at the start. Elder Price watched a man get shot, which is always scary, but Elder Cunningham managed to baptise the entire village! 20 new additions to the church.” Connor said, the smile on his face bright and wide.

“That’s great Connor. Life back in Utah has been pretty much the same as always. You remember Mrs Brown, right?” I said and Connor nodded.

I went to continue my story, but I was interrupted by a tapping on my shoulder.

I gave Connor an apologetic smile and turned around. I was met by the smiling face of Elder Price, his cheeks slightly rosy.

“Miss McKinley, would you mind if I had a word with you?” He asked and I nodded, a smile involuntarily blooming on my face.

“I don’t mind at all. And please, call me Y/N. Miss McKinley is too formal.” I said and Kevin nodded, licking his lips as he did.

“Y/N. Ok. Elder McKinley, you don’t mind if I steal your sister for a second.” Kevin asked and Connor smiled, waving his hand in Kevin’s direction.

“Sure. Y/N and I can catch up later.” I quickly kissed Connor on the cheek before walking over to Elder Price.

“So, how you feeling Elder Price?” I asked and he let out a breathy laugh. 

“Things have been rocky to put it lightly, but it does feel like things will start looking up soon. Also, you can call me Kevin if I get to call you Y/N.” He said and I nodded, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.

“Now, elders, we can begin today’s proceedings.” The mission president suddenly announced and I jumped a little.

“You ok?” Kevin whispered and I nodded, shooting him a half smile.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” I whispered back, turning my focus to the mission president quickly and missing the blush that dusted Kevin’s cheeks.

“Mr president, before we begin, our people would like to present a performance about the history of the Mormon people.” An African woman said, surrounded by ten or eleven other villagers.

“No, no you don’t want to do that.” A short, chubby man said, waving frantically around.

“Elder Cunningham, let them perform. This is, after all, what the Mormon faith is about.” The president said and I raised my eyebrows slightly at Elder Cunningham’s crestfallen expression.

“Okay.” He muttered and I felt a little confused about why he was protesting the idea of a performance so much. “Take it away.” Connor said excitedly, clapping his hands together.

The African woman who had previous spoken bowed and spoke quietly amongst the other villagers. Suddenly they began performing, and to say I was entertained was the understatement of the century.

I now understood why Elder Cunningham was so against the idea of them performing, because they got a lot of things very, very wrong.

Joseph Smith sleeping with a frog to cure his AIDS? It was ridiculous, but I hadn’t laughed that much in weeks.

Although the president and most of the elders were horrified, for some reason Kevin looked to be reacting in a similar way to me. Slightly amused.

“This is really something.” I whispered to Kevin as the villagers reenacted Joseph Smith dying of dysentery. “That it is.” Kevin said, a slight smirk on his face.

I let out a little chuckle when I saw the reenactment of when the Mormons reached Salt Lake City, but quickly silenced my laughter when I saw the look on the president’s face.

“Elders, can I have a word?” The president asked at the end of the performance, a grim look on his face.

I looked at the beaming faces of the villagers and I felt bad that the president looked so horrified.

“You did a wonderful job.” I blurted out, and the smiles on the villagers’ faces widened.

“Miss McKinley.” The president said sternly, giving me a cold look. I swallowed nervously and averted my eyes from his gaze.

“Sorry.” I muttered, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. The elders slowly trailed away, and I was left with the still beaming villagers.

“Do you think they liked it, Miss?” The woman who was narrating asked me, hope gleaming in her eyes. I swallowed and put on a smile.

“I loved it, and I reckon they did too.” I said and the villagers let out a cheer, hugging each other.

“I am Nabulungi. I don’t mean to be rude, but I have not seen you here before.” Nabulungi said and I chuckled.

“It’s alright. My brother is one of the elders, so I thought I’d visit him.” I said and Nabulungi nodded, still smiling. “That is very kind of you.” She said and I smiled at her, a genuine smile.

We conversed for a while, and I smiled when she told me all about how much the elders had done for her village. Suddenly the sound of footsteps gained our attention.

“I’m sorry, but you will all be sent home immediately. This district is being shut down!” The mission president said and I gasped, looking at the distraught faces of the elders.

“Why would you do that?” I muttered, and Nabulungi looked at me quizzically.  "What is wrong? Was our play not good?“ She asked, stepping forward.

I inhaled sharply as the mission president turned his grim face to her. "Your play was an embarrassment to the church. None of you will ever be Latter Day Saints.” The mission president spat, and the air thickened with tension.

The villagers’ faces fell slightly, but no one’s more than Nabulungi’s. Tears welled in her eyes as she ran off, the play’s script clutched tightly in her hands.

“How could you do that?” I said, staring at the mission president. “Miss McKinley, it was the only option. I could not have the name of the church besmirched by these Africans.” He said and I felt my blood boil.

“I’m sorry Mr president, but you had no right to do that. You have just broken the hearts of these people, and you have ruined any faith they had in the church they may have had. I hope you’re pleased with yourself, sir.” I spat harshly, glaring at the president.

The mission president stammered, his mouth opening and closing, but no sound came out. He fumed off, and I swore there was smoke pouring out of his ears.

I took a deep breath and walked over to my brother, who looked at me with wide eyes. “Y/N… I’ve never seen you speak like that.” Connor said, blinking rapidly.

“I’m sorry Connor, it’s just.” I said but Connor interrupted me by throwing his arms around my neck. “I’m so proud of you.” Connor muttered, squeezing me tightly.

“Thanks Connor. I just…” I said, trailing off as I saw the shocked face of Kevin over Connor’s shoulder. “It’s all good Y/N.” Connor said, letting go of me.

I arched an eyebrow at Connor, and he simply smirked, gesturing to Kevin with his head. “I pick up on things. Go.” Connor said and I smiled at him gratefully.

I walked over to Kevin, who stood up a little taller when I approached him. “Hey Y/N.” He said, running a hand through his brown hair. “Hey Kevin.” I replied, shoving my hands in my pockets.

“So, uh, what happened back there.” Kevin said and I let out a sigh. “I just… I got kinda mad. Connor’s been here for almost a year, and he’s just going to be shipped back home.” I said and Kevin smiled, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

“He’ll be fine. So, I was, uh, wondering if maybe you’d like to, I don’t know, do something when we get back to Utah?” Kevin said, scratching the back of his neck.

I smiled widely and nodded, noticing the blush creep across his face. “We don’t have to wait until Utah. We can do something here.” I said and Kevin gaped a little, nodding his head.

“I’d like that.” Kevin said, a somewhat bashful smile on his face. I walked closer to him and pressed a kiss to his bright pink cheek.

His eyes widened a little, and he pressed his hand to where I kissed him. “I, uh, what?” Kevin said, stammering slightly.

I giggled a little, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Sorry.” I said and Kevin waved his hands about.

“You definitely don’t have to be sorry. Seriously.” Kevin said, his face red. I nodded, gently taking his hand in mine.

He smiled at me, and I squeezed his hand. I went to say something, but I was interrupted by a loud whistle. I turned around to see Connor standing there, a smirk on his face.

“I told you I pick up on things.” Connor said, and this gained the attention of some of the other elders. A few congratulations were thrown around, but none were as enthusiastic as Elder Cunningham’s.

“Elder Price! You never told me you had a girlfriend!” He shouted, waving his hands about energetically.

“Well, I, uh, Y/N isn’t my girlfriend.” Kevin said, shrugging his shoulders bashfully. “Yet.” I muttered and Kevin looked at me with wide eyes.

“Yet! I like her, Elder!” Elder Cunningham said, laughing loudly and obnoxiously. I chuckled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Yet. I can live with yet.”

Day 3 - Darkest Moments

An Unpleasant Conversation

The Kadara Slums

As soon as Ryder walked through his door, Reyes knew he’d be speaking to the Pathfinder today, not Sara. There was rage smoking in her face and movements. Something had driven Ryder past all her boundaries.

He had a large drink poured for her before she’d crossed the room, and was holding it out when she reached him. Reyes waited until Ryder had swallowed about half of the rotgut.

“Bad?” he asked.

“Beyond bad. I found a torture chamber. A Collective torture chamber. There was blood everywhere. A chair soaked in blood. Tools, instruments, a corpse missing fingernails.”

Shock hit Reyes. Shock and anger. “Are you sure it was Collective?” he demanded.

“There was even a fucking log of an interrogation session, talking about passing on the information they’d just learned to the Charlatan,” Sara replied.

“Have you got it with you? I’d like to hear it for myself.”

“Sure. SAM, play the interrogation log for Reyes, please.”

“Of course, Pathfinder.”

Reyes listened in silence, then asked for it to be played again.

“I recognise those voices, Ryder. From what I know, they’re pretty low level in the Collective,” he said, now as enraged as the Pathfinder.

“Tell me who they are so I can kill them,” Sara commanded.

“I’ve got a better idea. My Collective contact is higher level than these scum. I’ll see what he says about this recording, try to find out if torture is standard operating procedure. If it is, the Charlatan will answer for it. If not, I’ll burn those motherfuckers to the ground myself. Send me the recording and the nav point.”

Sara nodded. “Okay, but if you don’t get anywhere, tell me so I can try. I want these bastards dealt with, Reyes. If I have to take down Sloane AND the Charlatan, I need to know sooner rather than later.”

“I understand, Ryder. Let me do my work. I’ll let you know what I find out.”

Once Sara had returned to the Tempest, Reyes stalked around his private room in Tartarus in fury. How dare his people do this? Hadn’t he told them again and again, the Collective was to be better than the Outcasts? Hadn’t he hammered it into their fucking heads that torture was unacceptable, that it didn’t fucking work, that the information gained that way couldn’t be fucking trusted? Reyes had forgotten more about interrogation and intelligence gathering than these bastards knew. The Charlatan was going to pound them into the fucking dirt for this.

Reyes called Crux on their secure connection. “We’re meeting in person, right now.”

“Boss? Kinda busy, getting that big delivery ready,” Crux answered.

“Right fucking now, Crux. Sending you a nav point. Be there in thirty minutes,” he ordered in his most compelling tones.

“What’s happened?” his lieutenant asked.

“Thirty minutes, no more. Also, put Pip and Rhodes in cuffs. Make sure they don’t talk to anyone, especially not each other. Bring them with you. The Charlatan wants to speak to them personally. Get moving!”

He cut the connection before Crux could ask any more questions.

Spirits Ledge

Crux was waiting for him when Reyes arrived, thirty-one minutes later. She looked concerned merely. If Crux knew what she was standing in front, she’d got a lot better at hiding her emotions.

“What’s wrong, boss?” she asked.

Reyes gestured at the building. “This is apparently a Collective hideout. We’re going to inspect it, together.”

Crux nodded. “Okay, sure. I didn’t think we had anything out here.”

“I didn’t either, until the Pathfinder came across it, and told me all about it.” Reyes wasn’t bothering to hide his fury.

As they walked through the rooms, Crux looked more and more nauseous.

“It looks like it’s been used a lot,” she said. “Nothing here to say it’s ours though.”

Reyes keyed up the recording and played it for her.

“Oh fuck,” was how Crux responded.

“This is not what we intended the Collective to be, Crux. These methods are unacceptable, on every ground. Every piece of intel we’ve gained through Pip and Rhodes must be regarded as unreliable and tainted. All of it must be checked and checked again.”

“I completely agree, boss. I didn’t know, but I’m going to bloody find out who did know what they were up to, that’s for damn sure.”

“Oh, I’ll be questioning Pip and Rhodes about who else was involved, Crux. We find out who was part of this horror, and we exterminate them. There is no place in the Collective, or in Heleus, for monsters like these.”

Reyes pulled a small medkit from his bag. “Bring in Pip first. I want you to record everything, Crux. We’ll run my voice through a disguiser, keep me out of shot. The Charlatan is going to demonstrate chemical interrogation first of all, then the punishment for those who disobey. The Collective will learn that they can’t hide anything from me, and how I deal with monsters.”

Crux swallowed, nodded, didn’t speak.

Reyes began laying out his syringes in order.
“Yet another fucking thing I wanted to leave behind in the Milky Way,” he said aloud. “This is not the new life I was after. These are not the skills I wanted to keep. I want to be able to look myself in the mirror and not be repulsed by my own actions.”

He heard the footsteps of Crux returning with Pip. Reyes iced down his fury, honed it into a weapon. He turned to look at his prisoner.

“Pip. How nice of you to join me. I’m the Charlatan, and your day just got a whole lot worse.”

“Fuck, Vidal?” Pip was shocked.

“We’re going to have a little discussion about what you’ve been up to, Pip. Unlike you, I’m not a fucking monster, so this discussion is going to be reasonably civilised. You will tell me everything you know. You will not be able to conceal anything from me. I wouldn’t advise trying to keep secrets, because I’ll be very disappointed in you. Do you understand, Pip?”

“I was doing what needed to be done. You can’t keep your hands clean doing work like this,” Pip snarled.

“I agree totally. However, there is no need to be drenched in blood up to the fucking shoulder, Pip, like you seem to be. You’ve been pulling off fingernails and slicing people because you love doing it, not because it needed to be done. Now, I’m going to do what needs to be done. Don’t worry, I’m good at this. No knives or fucking pliers required.”

Reyes pointed at the chair. “Sit down, Pip. This is going to take a while. You’re going to tell me your life story.”