Detective Comics Issue 3.14159: Final DayFinal Day
The morning air was stale and the sky covered in clouds. It would probably rain before the end of the day. That was the least of my concerns. I was in a graveyard this morning of all places, having found something that made my entire endeavors pointless. A single headstone was before me validating what I had read last night.
The Cheshire I had been trying to find clues about had been dead for over five years. I found his obituary in the public records. Dead in a car crash, a service was held. The papers mentioned the touching speech given by his own daughter. If Hubert Cheshire was dead, who was I looking for? Why had Annabelle felt the need to lie to me? Was there actually anyone missing? Who was leading me. To many questions, not enough answers. Nothing made sense, and to top it all off, something was in the air. It was as if I could feel some kind of encroaching doom. That or it's just the chapter name. Either way, I had decided.
I'm done being le
Detective Comics 3.14159 Day 2Detective Comics Issue 3.14159
I awoke earlier than I had in three years the next morning. My mind was abuzz with information from what I had learned last night. As it turned out, Frankie was an ex-con. Arrested for possession, he was a former buyer from Annabelle's father. Perhaps just a junkie, but intuition told me this was worth investigating. Frankie had been a repeat customer for Mr. Cheshire, and in that time they had gotten to know a lot about him. An important detail included wear he was working now.
The workplace was a wonderful location to intimidate people into meeting with you, especially if they had taken some regrettable actions in the past. Frankie may have just been working at a small pharmacy, but I highly doubted he wanted his boss or coworkers knowing some of his less savory habits. I couldn't ask for a better set up. Frankie was supposed to meet with Mr. Cheshire only a day after the old fox's disappearance. I highly doubt it was just coincidental.
Detective Comics 3.14159 Day 1Detective Comics Issue 3.14159
It was almost poetic in a way. A full moon, pounding rain, and me floating face down in the water that had been tainted crimson with my own blood. Three shots in the back, I never even got a look at who fired. Going out like this, local newspapers would probably paint me as some kind of hero or martyr for trying to dig out the truth, a lot of good that did me now. I had gotten a call, an anonymous tipster that had the evidence I needed to finally close this case. We were to meet at 8 PM at the pier. They never showed, or maybe they did and were the one with the gun, either way at 8:30 when I had finally decided to leave, I was deafened by several sounds like thunder. Then I was here, unable to move, only able to wait for the inevitable. One's life is supposed to flash before their eyes before they die. What does it say about me that the only thing I remembered was this case?
Like all important cases, it came after several months without work. By this poin
Boomman vs Dr NullBoomman Vs Dr. Null
"BRING IN THE SECRET WEAPON!" Professor Null gave a cry at the top of his lungs, letting his lab coat and long white hair blow in the wind, despite being indoors, and not having any actual wind currents.
"I'm right here." A very annoyed intern known only as Minion #32 around the office replied. "You don't have to yell." He was dressed in a pair of jeans and an old shirt.
"Minion #32? Why are you here? Where is Minion #79, and why are you not in uniform?" Null seemed to be genuinely confused.
"We don't have the budget for uniforms anymore.... Not since the insurance company cancelled our policy and we had to start repairing damage to the base out of pocket. And #79 is still living in a hamster cage after our failed attempt at taking over the world with a shrink ray." #32 summed up the situation.
"Well... What about #99?" Null asked.
"Still stuck on the moon after that rocket misfired."
"He quit after his skin turned purple."
13 Tales: Thirteenth Tale13 Tales From Dr. Callyco
Thirteenth Tale: Fate's Reflection
"Uggggggh." Daren woke up to a pounding his head. He was sitting in a chair, and both of his arms were tied behind it. The room was brightly lit, almost to the point of being painful to keep his eyes open. Looking around, he found himself surrounded by copies of himself, more accurately, that was to say there were mirrors all around him. He could see his own reflect, he didn't look good. Unshaven, his black hair was uncombed and in a mess. He had circles under his eyes, and his shirt and jeans were covered in dirt. "Where... where am I?" He had received a call walking home from work on his cell, the moment he answered he had felt an enormous pain on the back of his head, and then here. Had someone knocked him unconscious? That seemed most likely.
"You are awake." The voice that spoke was garbled. It was spoke at a high frequency, sounded inhuman, and seemed to come from all directions at once even inside his head. It was pain