Who ? Killian and Open - Gunner maybe? When ? Friday early morning What ? Power Transfers Where ? The Morgue
When Killian had heard the news of Magdalene's death he'd been shocked and confused and excited all at once! The flying squirrel he'd altered and stuffed and mounted for her sat on top of his computer waiting to go to its new home, it's black button eyes staring at him expectantly. He definitely couldn't give her the gift now, she wouldn't have any use for it, but he also knew this was his chance. This was his one opportunity to finally have her and he'd have her forever!
He'd come to the lab the past few days for his shots just to gauge Doctor Death and his assistant's progress with Magda's corpse and when finally they had autopsied and tested and put her back down in the morgue, through with her, he knew it was finally his time! The night before he prepared, going to bed early so he would be well rested and ready to wake up at about two in the morning to pay her a visit. When his alarm went off, he rolled out of bed awake and alert because he'd hardly slept at all anyway. He was even already dressed to go, tennis shoes on and everything! He crept out of his room and silently and as stealthily as he could, made his way down to the morgue.
The refrigerated multi-shelved room wasn't usually guarded and when Killian rounded the corner he just barely had enough time to duck back against the wall to avoid detection by the man sitting in a chair propped up against the wall outside. So, Doctor Death was on to him, was he? Well, given his history, Killian supposed he should have prepared for it.
Apparently, however, the guard didn't take his duty as seriously as the Doctor did because he was definitely asleep. He smiled deviously and slipped around the corner and attacked the unsuspecting mind, forcing himself inside. The man, shocked, made a brief but pathetic attempt to shield himself from the assault but a few moments later was unlocking the door anyway and then passing out unconscious.
Killian slipped inside all too easily then, his eyes widening at the overwhelming amount of shelves that lined the wall of the chilly (and not just in room temperature) room. He began tugging open shelves, most of which were unfortunately empty, before finally locating the proper cubby, appropriately labeled with Magda's name. He drew in a deep breath as he yanked open the door and pulled her out and then took a step back away from the lifeless lump zipped up in a bag on the stiff, stainless steel table.
"Magda," he said quietly, crouching down next to her and he reached out, resting his hand on the concealed corpse right about where he supposed her stomach would be. "Don't worry, it's alright now."
Straightening suddenly, he tugged the zipper on the body bag down, pushing the folds of plastic away from a very grizzly sight. "Magda!" His dark eyes wide, he barely dared to breathe. With a concerned knit in his brow, he pulled himself up on top of the table, straddling her still covered hips. He wasn't there to ogle her indecently or anything, he was just here for her! Her power. Reaching into his mouth he withdrew a razor blade although her body was so badly damaged, he wasn't sure he would even need to cut her open to get to her heart.