Forensic Data

The Plot:

A teen Goth is beaten one night while leaving a dance club, and later in the hospital he dies. A year later the hospital is haunted by his restless spirit which is made corporeal by The Crow who brings the revelation that his death was caused by more than the beating.

CHARACTERS

Damaen

Damaen is a shy, timid, effeminate and petite 19 year old Goth.

Damaen is partly inspired by the real Forensic Data / Damaen, and partly by Sophie Lancaster.

Physical appearance inspired by a male model in a Luke Nugent photoset.

K’Zee / Kamikaze / Stacie

Damaen’s long time best friend, she is an open hearted, fun-loving, person who sees life as an adventure and is always looking for the next fun activity. She tries to bring cheer and excitement to anyone who seems lonely, outcasted or sad. She dresses sort of like a Gothic-Steampunk Amelia Earhart, replete with flight jacket and goggles.

The character is partly inspired by the real K’Zee / Kamikaze / Stacie Smakal, and by Zina Nicole Lahr.

Her physical appearance is inspired by Zina Lahr.

Villains

Joseph Andrew Kimveer - first one Damaen kills.

Brian Hugh Warner - changed his ways, Damaen spares him.

Ryan Dylan Dyleski - The one who is unremorseful, threatens to kill K’Zee, and who had his girlfriend Danielle kill Damaen.

Danielle Quinn Harris - The girlfriend of Ryan, she is a nurse and killed Damaen.

Their names are based on a jumble of names of people who have caused hardship for the Gothic subculture or who murdered Goths, the names are a mix of:

The people who murdered Sophie Lancaster - Ryan Herbert, Brendan Harris, Joseph Hulme, Danny Hulme, Daniel Mallett;

The Columbine Shooters - Dylan Klebold, Eric Harris;

The Dawson College shooter - Kimveer Gill;

The murderer - Scott Dyleski;

And the people who attacked Paul Gibbs - Andrew Hall, Ryan Woodhead and Quinn Colley.

The one who Damaen spares is named after Marilyn Manson whom it is not his fault that Norms created a Satanic panic over him, but nonetheless his existence did cause hardship for Goths.

Forensic used to walk around with tacks in his shoes, you could hear him walking down the halls a mile away! Especially when he ran!

Forensic has Temporomandibular Joint Dysfunction and he scares his killers with it by making is jaws snap during fights, it throws them off balance.

Plot:

     Jack Danya Kemplin

Writing:

               Jack Danya Kemplin

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Edited by:

Jack Danya Kemplin

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Any similarities between characters, names, and/or institutions, living or dead (or undead) is purely coincidental, but for instances of satire, and should not be inferred. This is a work of fanfiction, no part of it may ever be printed or sold without permission of Crowvision, Inc.

New pages for beginning of book:

K’Zee takes Damaen to The Chamberoom

They have a wonderful time dancing, everyone at the club introducing themselves, tWISTEd sPINe, Moon Mistress, Salem, Deaderman, Holy Guyver, Child of Insanity, Child of Destruction Shadow Obscured, N1mrod, Antaydos, Delirium, Hellstorm, LeeAnn, Patsy EP, Devious Vixen, Soul Reborn, 12usted Wings, Acidpet, Kubra D, Skingraff City, Korax Dawn, Draven Maniac, Undedgurl, Aterxia, DJ Jungle, Zorstrom, Smak WEASLE, That Dead Artist, Trigger Puller, QTRNevermore, etc.

Soul Reborn and Everlasting Night run the bar, called The Crowbar; Yohko waitresses and dances; The local DJ, DJJungle plays music. Since Damaen is only 19, they serve him Crow Reality Punch.

Outside there are three Chav men sitting at their car, badly teasing and harassing the people as they are leaving the club.

K’Zee and Damaen exit the club, and the guys start walking up to K’Zee and sexually harassing her.

Damaen asks them to stop, and they start harassing him, calling him a fag.

They start shoving him worse and worse until they start kicking him and stomping on him.

One of them shoots Damaen in the stomach.

Damaen, on the ground, is turned to face the sky, from Damaen’s perspective we see the starry sky, then next we see Ryan standing over, his boot coming down towards us, followed by black.

Beginning of what is already written.

PAGE 1

PANEL 1:

First several panels are completely black with only speaking and sound.

SFX

Rustle

Rustle

Rustle

DAMAEN

Can I open my eyes yet?

*Cough*

K'ZEE

Not yet

PANEL 2:

Completely black with only speaking and sound.

SFX

Squish Whoosh Squish Whoosh Squeak Whoosh

DAMAEN

*Cough*

Come on! I want to see!

*Cough*

K'ZEE

It's called a Surprise for a reason, Damaen

*giggle*

PANEL 3:

Completely black with only speaking.

K'ZEE

Okay, you can open your eyes

PANEL 4:

First-person-perspective, looking slightly up: The darkness has been replaced by the harsh fluorescent lights of a hospital room. In the bottom of the view we see hospital blankets draped over the lower-body and feet of Damaen, the person whose eyes we are looking out of, who is laying on a hospital bed. In front of him to his right is K'zee, dressed in a Gothic-Steampunk fashion with flight jacket and goggles, sort of resembling Amelia Earhart, standing with her body turned slightly to the side, her arms outstretched in presentation as she presents to Damaen that she has erected above his hospital bed, a giant hammock mesh, in the pattern of webs and filled it with stuffed-animal spiders of every size and colour.

K'ZEE

Ta-Da!

DAMAEN

Wow!

*Cough*

PAGE 2

PANEL 1:

Third-person-perspective: Side view of Damaen lying in the bed, his IV connected arms loosely wrapping around K'Zee, one of her arms holding tightly around him, her other holding a purple and green stuffed-animal spider which she presses against his chest, between their bodies. Damaen looks sickly and weak, his eyes blacked and sunk in, his cheeks both bruised and gaunt; yet you can see such a loving, caringness in his eyes. K'Zee, who's body is healthy, looks back with the same loving-caring in her eyes.

DAMAEN

*Cough*

Thanks, K'Zee. You always know how to cheer me up.

*Cough*

K'ZEE

I am glad you like it.

*giggle*

Now I just have to get out of here before the doctors catch me and kick me out for this.

PANEL 2:

Slightly tighter/more intimate version of the previous panel. Them both looking at each other with such caring, trying to crack smiles, trying to keep their spirits up.

DAMAEN

Always the little Kamikaze pilot, getting yourself into all sorts of scrapes that would kill anyone else.

*Cough*

K'ZEE

*Giggle*

And you, always the safe one, too afraid to fly into life's adventures

PANEL 3:

Same setting, only slightly change angle to keep interesting. They look at each other with Platonic passion and love, both trying to smile and hope amidst their fears.

DAMAEN

*painful laugh*

Hey, I've had more than enough adventures living vicariously through you.

*Cough Cough*

K'ZEE

Well, once you get better, all of that is going to have to change.

*giggle*

You know I am going to take you on some great adventures. You need to experience all the exciting moments of life.

PANEL 4:

Sadness starts to break through Damaen's cheerful mask, and tears start to stream down K'zee's face and her lip begins to tremble as their hurt and fears crack through their facades.

DAMAEN

I'm not sure I will be strong enough.

*Cough Cough*

I think I have flown my last mission.

Who knew that I would be going Kamikaze before you?

*painful laugh*

*Cough cough*

K'ZEE

Don't say that…

PANEL 5:

K'Zee collapses into Damaen, crying against his chest; Damaen wrapping his arms around her.

PAGE 3

PANEL 1:

Close up of K'Zee weeping as Damaen's arms and body wraps around her.

K'ZEE

I should have never asked you to go with me that night!

I shouldn't have insisted that you come!

DAMAEN

*Cough*

Come on, K'Zee. You had no way of knowing what would happen. You just wanted me to have a good night

*Cough*

K'ZEE

And look how that turned out!

PANEL 2:

K'Zee, in sorrow, tears streaming from her closed eyes, turns her head away from Damaen and towards us, tearing off her goggles with her right hand (the one closer to Damaen).

K'ZEE

I am putting away my goggles for good. No more adventures for me!

From now on I will just be Stacie.

PANEL 3:

Damaen, with his left hand, cups K'Zee's goggles in her own hand, signalling for her to keep them. He gently places his right hand on her jawline, bringing her face back towards his.

DAMAEN

Now, don't do that Stace.

Who would you be if you weren't the K'Zee that I know and love?

You have got to keep that adventurous spirit, for me if no one else.

Keep having adventures for me, huh?

PANEL 4:

They both embrace in an upright position, him sitting up on the bed, her sitting sideways in front of him.

PAGE 4

PANEL 1:

Their sorrowful and compassionate friendly embrace is interrupted by a nurse (Danielle) who is upset with the sight of the ceiling of the room she has entered. K'Zee quickly grabs her backpack and is about to run out of the room.

DANIELLE

What have you done!

K'ZEE

Sorry, gotta go!

PANEL 2:

Damaen puts his hand to his mouth, trying to hold back his amusement at the nurse's reaction and K'Zee rushing out. The nurse, who is around the same age as them, thin and blonde, stands to the left of the door, miffed by K'Zee's actions. In the background, K'Zee can be seen through the open door, running down the hall, bumping into a cart of medical supplies being pushed by another nurse.

DANIELLE

The Nerve! Who does she think she is?

This is a hospital, not a playroom!

K'ZEE

Oops! Sorry!

Gotta run!

PANEL 3:

Damaen, no longer able to hold it back, chuckles. The nurse walking to the side of his hospital bed.

DAMAEN

*Hahaha*

DANIELLE

And you--you encourage her!

PANEL 4:

The nurse stands next to Damaen's IV drip, and pulls out a syringe.

DANIELLE

Well, fun-time is over--it is time to rest.

Here, I've brought in something that should help you relax.

PANEL 5:

Extreme-close-up of her hand attaching the syringe to the IV drip-line.

DANIELLE

You and your friend are just weird, and bad things happen to weird people like that.

DANIELLE (BETWEEN THIS PANEL AND THE NEXT)

If you knew what was good for you, you would wise up before you both get killed

PANEL 6:

A completely black panel.

DANIELLE

There you go, rest up.

Nighty-night.

PAGE 5

PANEL 1:

A black panel with a green heart-rate line steadily bouncing through it.

CAPTION

Midnight

PANEL 2:

Black panel with green heart-rate line, but this time the line indicates distress.

DIFFERENT NURSE

Doctor, Doctor, there seems to be something wrong with the patient!

PANEL 3:

Black panel, the line now showing major distress!

DOCTOR

Shit, we are losing him!

Get the defibrillator stat!

PANEL 4:

First-Person-Perspective: The edges of the panel are foggy, the fluorescent hospital lights shine overpoweringly bright, our vision white-washed and distorted as we see a panicked doctor standing over us, pressing the defibrillator paddles to our chest. Danielle, the nurse who gave us the IV injection stands behind him, her face a skull.

SFX

Zzzzaaapppp Zzzzaaapppp

PANEL 5:

Black panel, the heart-rate line runs flat.

DOCTOR

Anyone save a prayer?

Page 6

Panel 1:

A section of a dimmed hospital hallway, within view there are two open doors leading to brightly lit patient rooms. Nurse Danielle stands at the more distant room door.

CAPTION

March 4th 2002 - One year later

DANIELLE

Time for lights out.

Panel 2:

Her finger flicks off the light switch.

SFX

Click

Panel 3:

Over-The-Shoulder view: In the now dark room, there is an old woman laying, covered, in a hospital bed, and an open window, a large bolt of lightning flashing outside of it as the rain falls in torrents and the window blows the billowing room curtains.

SFX

Ka-craack

DANIELLE

There's a big storm coming in, so try and get some rest.

PATIENT

Could you please close my window?

DANIELLE

Yes, of course

Panel 4:

The nurse closes the window, as she does so, she looks back towards the door.

DANIELLE

Hey Chris, could you get the lights and window in the next room?

CHRIS (OFF PANEL)

Umm...Sure

Page 7

Panel 1:

Chris, a male nurse, nervously walks towards the room which was closer in panel 1 of page 6.

Panel 2:

A large crack of thunder runs through the building, causing the power to go out and the hospital to only be light by the lightning from the windows. Chris jumps in fear.

SFX

CRACK

CHRIS

Aaahhhhh!

Panel 3:

Chris stands in the darkened hallway, his face white with fear, his hand on his chest, clutching his heart.

DANIELLE (OFF PANEL)

Oh, come on, the power only went out, that's all.

CHRIS

I...I know…

DANIELLE (OFF PANEL)

The backup generators will kick in any moment now

Panel 4:

Danielle standing at the now closed window which she was shutting, her eyes rolling with an expression like "Come on, really?"

DANIELLE

You're not scared, are you?

Panel 5:

Chris nervously finishes his walk through the dark hall to the doorway.

CHRIS

Me...no...of course not.

DANIELLE (OFF PANEL)

Good, then shut off that switch for when the power does come back on, and close that window!

Panel 6:

Close-up shot: Chris' finger flicks down the light switch.

SFX

Click

Page 8

Panel 1:

Chris nervously enters the room, unseen by him is the very, very faint, translucent figure of Damaen, curled into a ball under the window, weeping, as the curtains gently billow, the rain continuing to pour and the lightning flashing outside.

CHRIS

...This room just gives me chills some nights...

Danielle (OFF PANEL)

This is a hospital, the rooms are meant to be a little cold, silly

CHRIS

I know...but you’ve heard the rumours...that this room is haunted

DANIELLE

*Hahaha*

You actually believe that superstitious crap, Chris?

CHRIS

Hah, What? No…

Panel 2:

As Chris walks towards the window, another crack of lightning strikes, scaring him a little. Still unnoticed by him, Damaen becomes a little less translucent.

SFX

Ka-crack

CHRIS

...Well, maybe a little

DANIELLE

Chris, we work in a hospital, people die here daily, if ghosts were real, don’t you think we would be swimming in them?

Panel 3:

As Chris attempt to close the window, straining to budge it, the ghost becomes more prominent, his cries more loud as the wind begins to kick up the curtains more.

DAMAEN

WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

CHRIS

Danny...do you hear something?!

It sounds like someone is crying out!!

DANIELLE

It’s just the wind rushing through that damn window

Now shut it!

PAGE 9

Panel 1:

A massive bolt of Lightning strikes right outside the window, the ghost again grows more visible and louder! Chris’s face flushed white with terror, as now he see it!

SFX

BOOOOM

DAMAEN

WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

Panel 2:

Chris cannot take it any more & flees down the hall, Danielle chasing distantly behind.

CHRIS

Sorry, Danny, I am out of here!

DANIELLE

You Coward!

Get back over here!!

Panel 3:

Close-up: She glances back towards the room, rolling her eyes far to the side, the corner of her mouth quivering, signs that she too is a little freaked out.

DAMAEN

WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH

Panel 4:

She quickly rushes down the hall too, while still trying to seem brave and unfazed.

DANIELLE

Hey, come back!

If you’re clocking out early, so am I!

Page 10

Panel 1:

As the ghost of Damaen weeps below the open window, The Crow can be seen gliding in the distant sky, illuminated by a lightning bolt which is striking behind it.

SFX

Ka-crack

Panel 2:

The Crow flies in through the open window-

Panel 3:

And lands on the IV stand.

THE CROW

Damaen

Damaen

I know of your pain

Panel 4:

The Crow, from its IV perch, stares at the sobbing ghostly figure; The ghost of Damaen, still curled below the window, a tortured and tormented look on his face and in his twisted arms, as he continues to become less transparent.

THE CROW

You were taken from life so young

Your life was just beginning

And it was ended

Panel 5:

Close-up: A look of painful rage passes across Damaen's face, him continuing to grow more corporeal.

THE CROW (Off Panel)

All because you didn't look like what they deemed "Normal"

Your life was taken from you unjustly!

Damaen, I know of your suffering

For the past year your spirit has lingered here, unable to rest

Panel 6:

The Crow on his perch.

THE CROW

Damaen, I have come with revelations!

You did not die from the beating-

Page 11

Panel 1:

At hearing this, Damaen's sobbing wails turn into screams of rage, & he grows almost completely corporeal.

THE CROW (Off Panel)

-You were murdered

Here

in the hospital

Poisoned!

DAMAEN

WWWAAAAAAAHHH-

-AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Panel 2:

Close-up: Damaen, throbbing with rage, completely composed of it! Fueled by it! Wills himself completely into corporeal existence!

THE CROW (Off Panel)

And who knows how many other lives they may destroy

Even now

they plan to hurt your friend

K'Zee

DAMAEN

AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!

Panel 3:

Damaen, now fully physical, stands erect in his hospital gown, his cut and bruised face, arms, and hands twisted and balled up in rage. The Crow, perched on the IV bag-rack next to him, as the curtains billow frantically and the room is unevenly lit by lightning as the rain torrents outside.

Page 12

Splash:

Damaen stumbles down the narrow hall, pushing against the wall for support, his face pulled taut in anguish, The Crow on his shoulder.

CAPTION

Glimer - by Damaen Forensic Data

I am afraid

There's no getting around it.

I am young

Though experienced in my youth.

I am alone

While surrounded by others.

I am hopeless

Or am I while walking down these halls.

I am worthless

In your hardened eyes.

I am loved

By those who have never seen me.

I am hated

By the man who helped create me.

Am I stuck

In this fragile web of beliefs.

You, the spider,

Can make or break my fragile web.

I am a glimmer

Of light, of hope, of love, if only you'll see me ...

Outline of things to be written:

Joseph and Ryan, two of the guys who killed Damaen are sitting at their car down the street from the club, still speaking badly of the people who attend the club.

K'Zee exits the club alone

She walks down the street.

The two men see her, get up, & rush to attack/jump her.

She tries to fights them off & screams in fear-

Out of nowhere Damaen grabs one of the men, Joseph, & smashes the guy's head into the curb of the sidewalk until he is dead.

The other, Ryan, seeing this, runs away in fear.

K'Zee realizes the man who saved her was her friend Damaen.

She notices that he is still in the hospital apron which he died in a year ago, and invites him to go back to her place, where she has kept some of his stuff.

Damaen is shown in K'Zee's room, in his closed long black trench coat.

They have a moment where they look at his stuff, strewn across her room, mixed in with her stuff. They reminisce about their life together, their friendship, how deeply they cared about one another, how much they were each other's world.

Damaen’s stuff strewn and intermingled in the room includes a 12” The Crow action figure by McFarlane Toys, sitting atop the computer, another nearby, still in the box. Others are an Edward Scissorhands figure, Masters of The Universe figures, and spawn figures, including the 12” Mandarin Spawn figure that he thought was just killer! And his collection of trigun related stuff, and his diecast cars surrounding them in their "island of darkness"!

______The above taken from a description Forensic Data gave of his room.

Some dried roses hang upside down from the ceiling.

K’ZEE

They delivered my birthday flowers.

All the delivery woman could tell me is that you preordered them a while ago, with instructions to deliver them if you wasn't there to pick them up on the first or second of October

...Why did you order the delivery so far in advance?

...it was like as if you knew?

DAMAEN

You never know what may come up

K’Zee also has Damaen’s cat Mr. Knubs, whom K’Zee calls Kuhteepuu ("kitty poo" said really fast, "kuh-tee-poo").

DAMAEN

So what did they say was my cause of death? The gunshot, the bruised organs, the fractured skull?

K’ZEE

A brain tumour which they found while you were in the hospital.

DAMAEN

Wow, so I was fucked either way?

K’ZEE

Well, that is what they said at least; but hey, what else’ new?

DAMAEN

I am alive again...sort of

*laughter*

Your Birch tree can’t say the same

K’ZEE

Yeah, because you pissed on it until it died!

DAMAEN

I was watering it!

DAMAEN

So how are my Rentals doing?

K’ZEE

Chewie is okay, though still overwhelmed by all of the kind things the guys at The Chamberoom said about you.

They then remember the night they were attacked a year ago, & the moment they shared in the hospital before he died.

Damaen walks over to the closed window, sits on the heater which lies beneath it, and stairs out at the rain drenched peopled passing below. He vows to not allow those who harmed him to do it to anyone else.

A poem written by Forensic Data, the last he ever wrote, to incorporate into the above part of the story:

_____

As I stare at the window ...

The world passes by,

Children laugh,

People die.

I begin to see other things ...

Friends far away,

Friends passed on,

Friends to be there on a rainy day.

I look deeper and closer than ever before ...

I see a reflection,

The room, without me,

I seem to escape even my own detection.

I'm frightened by this, the room, no me ...

I get out of the bed

And move to the window,

Looking out, my heart is like lead.

I lean against the cool sheet of glass ...

My warm hand leaving a trail of steam

The smooth surface beneath my fingers,

The constant reminders of one man's dream.

I see him now, outside, taunting ...

I try to tell him I'm here,

And call out his name,

But my own voice fails in fear.

I hit the glass with a closed fist, defeated,

But before I strike again,

It’s caught,

And the healing begins.

Damn ..... why does that bastard haunt me so

____

K’Zee embraces him from behind.

K’ZEE

the world kept turning

without you there

to keep it spinning right.

One year has passed so slowly

in the batting of an eye.

so tortoise slow

and light speed fast.

the world kept turning

without you there

to keep its orbit tight.

It is night time, the rain has stopped, and Damaen and K’Zee are seated on the rooftop, talking about nothing, joking with one another.

DAMAEN

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a beaver's lodging!

Hey, ever smell mothballs?

K’ZEE

Yeah?

DAMAEN

How'd you get their little legs apart?

They get in a playful “bitch slap” fight, breaking out into laughter.

They embrace, she lays her head upon his shoulder

K’ZEE

Late Gifts

Gifts

For all the times you gave me so much

And I thought I gave so little back

Candles

A mirror to add to your wall

A shoulder to cry on

A moving, untouchable target

And now even though you gifts keep coming

I can give nothing back

And those times before

When I thought I gave so little

Seem like so much more

These words seem so futile

So miniscule

So small

In comparison

But I added my heart

My compassion

My love

And though they do not show in words

And cannot show in acts now and forever

I give them to you

All these words

And everything I added.

And she falls asleep.

The next morning she wakes up in her bed, sad that Damaen isn’t there to greet her, and thinking that the previous night must have been a dream, but then as she goes to look out the window, she finds in its sill, leaning against the glass, a message written on a notebook,

“Boo!

Don’t be sad K’Zee, it wasn’t a dream,

I’ll be back tomorrow, I promise.

D.”

At the funeral for the man Damaen killed, Joseph Andrew Kimveer, Damaen watches from far off in the graveyard, he does not wish to cause a scene at the funeral or cause harm to innocent family members and friends.

Damaen recognises the other attackers as they arrive and sign the guestbook, Joseph’s Book of Ego.

After the funeral he takes the guestbook, which has the addresses of the people who attended, including the ones who killed him:

Brian Hugh Warner

1989 Marilyn Rd.

Blue Springs, MO 64013

Ryan Dylan Dyleski

2007 Bacup Blv.

Blue Springs, MO 64013

Danielle Quinn Harris

1999 Columbine St.

Blue Springs, MO 64013

Damaen shows up outside the house of Brian Warner, one of the men who killed him, the guestbook in Damaen’s hand.

Brian, in his bedroom, sits at his desk working on a paper so intently that he doesn't notice Damaen behind him.

Damaen confronts him, but Brian reveals that he deeply regrets what he has done, and that he has turned his life around & is helping people. Damaen sees that this is true, & lets him live.

Back at K'Zee's

K’Zee awakens to see Damaen looking down on her with a silly smile.

DAMAEN

Boo! Good morning, you look good!

K’Zee gets out of bed.

 Damaen tells her of his decision to let that one live. He then reflects on how he has only two more left.

K'Zee asks Damaen to join her one last time to The Chamberoom; he agrees to it.

As they walk in the rain towards the club, Damaen begins to dance and sing:

DAMAEN

I'm singing in the rain

Just singing in the rain

What a glorious feelin'

I'm happy again

I'm laughing at clouds

So dark up above

The sun's in my heart

And I'm ready for love

Let the stormy clouds chase

Everyone from the place

Come on with the rain

I've a smile on my face

I walk down the lane

With a happy refrain

Just singin',

Singin' in the rain

…

Why am I smiling

And why do I sing?

Happy and head up

With joy in my heart

Because I am living

A life full of you.

In The Chamberoom they are met with the friendly loving faces of their old friends, and Damaen and K’Zee dance and laugh the night away.

Damaen arrives at the house of Ryan, the one who asked his nurse girlfriend, Danielle, to poison Damaen. Before killing Ryan, Damaen mentions how he will have to kill the man's girlfriend too. Ryan, the one who previously ran away in fear, is now very rude & spits on Damaen's face while calling him a "Queer ass faggot!" & threatening to kill K'Zee too. Damaen kills him.

Damaen draws a chalk outline around Ryan’s body and says,

DAMAEN

I am the faceless shadow.

I am the shadowless figure.

I am the figure with no form.

I am the best lost cause.

I am the Forensic Data!

Danielle is working at the hospital late at night.

It is another stormy night & she goes into Damaen's old room the close the window.

Damaen appears & confronts her.

She begs for mercy, saying that she doesn't deserve to die since she has, in being a nurse, saved so many people's lives.

Damaen explains to her that is not enough. That although he let one of them live, because he was saving people; that he could not let her live, because there is a fundamental difference. The other one only intended to beat him up, but has now changed, and is helping people. Where as she on the other hand, she deliberately chose to, while in the guise of a nurse there to help him, poison him to death, when he otherwise would have survived; and for that, her actions are unforgivable & must be punished.

While he has been telling her this, he has been walking closer to her, her backing up. At one point she knocked over syringes of medicine. At the end of what he said to her, she backs up one more time, & accidentally stabs herself with some of the syringes.

Damaen then tells her that it isn't him who is going to kill her, but that she has already killed herself by her own actions.

She is then shown alone in the dark hospital room, dead on the floor from the medicine overdose of the injections.

The comic ends with a hazy tribute image of K'Zee & Damaen having a great time dancing at The Chamberoom, surrounded by their friends, and the text dedicating the book to Forensic Data/Damaen's memory.

Dedicated with love from everyone at

The Chamberoom

To the memory of

Damaen / Forensic Data

11/05/1981-03/04/2001

A young man who conquered all the things he faced, except one.

Now you truly are a

Crow Immortal