'Legs...' Boy In A Dress thought " "... there's something about your legs' and the the mist
behind his brother swirled at the revelation. It was eighteen eighty-eight in a chilly
Whitechapel -London and the smell of standing water, vomit and urine seemed to permeate
from the very brickwork of the alleyway where BIAD stood looking at Death.
"Your journey seems to be going quite well" whispered the tall shrouded figure from
across the cobbles and somewhere far off, a drunken laugh cawed in the night. The Man/girl
pulled at the hem of his skirt nervously and surveyed his surroundings, the spluttering
gas-light struggled to illuminate his view.
"We're doing well... but I thought we'd lost Neno when he went up against the Dragon" BIAD
said quietly, the acrid smell of piss wasn't one of the hermaphrodite's favourite bouquets.
Death's cowl moved slightly in acknowledgement, but remained silent. Yet BIAD's keen
hearing heard again -the scurrying of many legs from under his brother's dark shroud.
BIAD guessed a new pet resided there.
The alleyway was flanked by a row of crumbling buildings that rose into the darkness, only
one light glowed from a window, a ground-floor window and BIAD gulped at what might
"Is that...?" Boy In A Dress hissed and hooked a long-nailed thumb at the dull-orange
rectangle that waited to his left, The Reaper Of Souls nodded and changed his shape to
suit the surroundings.
Peter Falk, an actor from the twentieth century stood in a crumpled raincoat and BIAD
suddenly grinned at the recollection of who the character was.
"You're Columbo!" BIAD said loudly and relaxing, he placed his hands on his hips in
admiration. "I remember you from the days Dr. Shaw used to watch you on TV in the
afternoons!" the red-lips offered and the Detective with the greying-hair smiled a smile
that crumpled his features nearly as much as his coat.
The cold mist slid passed their legs as a small breeze gave small relief from the nauseating
smells and the two men looked each other over.
"You're correct dear brother..." Colombo said amiably and pulled a stumpy cigar from his
raincoat pocket, BIAD's smile didn't wane at the familair antics. "...it's the room where
Mary Kelly lays waiting for her... passing"
The gravelled voice of the Hollywood star came again "I'm also waiting, but I thought we'd
spend a couple of minutes together before this 'Ripper' comes a-calling" The Man/girl was
sure there was a lick of enjoyment in the announcement and stepped closer to see the
Peter Falk's eyes glowed for a few seconds as the cigar was lit and BIAD noticed the smoke
mix the curling fog, the idea of being in Jack The Ripper's path suddenly came home to
the black-haired creature and again, the hem-pulling began.
"Certainly, the death of Pachua was an inconvenience, the animal had supplied many
'customers' in his long lifetime... I'm gonna miss that worm" Colombo said with a tinge
of sadness and reached into a side-pocket of the famous coat.
BIAD glanced again up and down the rain-shiny alley and said from the side of his
mouth "we're looking for the device that will..." Falk put up a hand to stop his brother's
statement and the sagging shoulders and dropped head again, pulled a smile from
"I know what you're seeking -Bro, and I know about the map... Tibbs is a determined
Vithian..." he rasped, "...but I wouldn't give a plugged nickel for your chances of finding it"
BIAD looked crestfallen at his brother's words and nibbled his bottom-lip in thought.
The pocket-rummaging continued as the two time-travellers eyed each other and only
the English Spring breeze broke the scene with it's moving of the mist.
"So, you think we'll fail then?" BIAD said sadly and wondered what Nenothtu would say
if he was here, he gambled the Vandal would talk with his pistol and take off Mr. Colombo's
grandfatherly-face with a bullet.
A battered notebook appeared from the darkness of the raincoat and for a second, the
Man/girl thought he saw a long many-jointed leg hiding in the shadows of the raincoat.
BIAD frowned at his over-active imagination and waited for Death's response.
"Let's see..." Colombo grumbled and whetting his thumb, he leafed through the scrawl
-adorned pages of the book "... mmm, you've a map to discover, a race of Culs to find
and release and your pal..." Columbo's features swam and BIAD knew that his brother
was struggling to keep his contempt for Neno under control. "... is suffering from wounds
he acquired in ANOTHER fight" The Colombo character had returned and took another
draw on the cigar "that's a long list to fill -BIAD" he stated and the small book slipped
away into the pocket again.
And again, the pair looked at each other and waited.
"A true brother would help in my hour of need" BIAD said meakly and knew that the
request sounded false, Colombo looked away towards the gloom of the sulking shadows
of Mary Kelly's doorway "You've got nerve... 'ah'll give you that" Death snorted.
The Man/girl saw his chance and took it, stepping quickly towards the TV Detective,
he smiled and placed a friendly arm around his shoulders, Death shuddered at the contact
and the Man/girl recalled his brother's nervousness of being touched by a male dressed as
"Oh now, I'm sure you can put us on the right path..." BIAD cooed and flicked his hair
back over his bare shoulders "... I'm sure you can come through for us?" he finished.
Colombo's breathing became laboured as he struggled to stay in character, Death would
not be outsmarted by an obvious under-cutting of self-confidence.
The raincoat moved slightly open as BIAD quickly reached for the Policeman's badge.
"I mean, if YOU know where the map is, then you would surely tell your good-looking
brother... wouldn't you?" BIAD rubbed a hip coyly against the older-man's waist and
could feel Falk's body writhe like snakes in a sack.
"Er... I, can't..." Death stammered and sucked eagerly on the cigar, the smoke billowed
around his craggy head as BIAD looked down at the identification of the Cop of old
Death saw the worn-leather wallet in the Man/girl's hand and gasped at the same
time of inhaling more cigar smoke. BIAD stepped away as Colombo's body suddenly
became wracked in a coughing fit.
BIAD read the Detective's first name and smiled.
The seven-foot figure reappeared and the favourite Cop of many around the world
swirled away into the London mist as BIAD pondered his bargaining power.
"THAT was below the belt..." Death hissed and reached a bony hand out for the
wallet, BIAD placed the scarred leather-wrapped badge into the huge set of fingers.
"... I'm disappointed in you" Death exclaimed and hoped the words would find their
Footsteps could be heard from the right and BIAD turned his wig-wrapped head in that
direction, Mr. 'LeatherApron' was coming.
"We have only a few seconds before I see who Jack The Ripper is and I already know
the Christain name of Dectective Colombo... you're batting average isn't doing too well,
huh?" said BIAD softly and curled a finger to draw out Death's response.
The tall black shape sagged his shoulders and sighed like air escaping from a tomb.
"It's in the Fairground... that's all I'm saying, okay?" Death mumbled and shuffled with
impatience, the sound was like many spider-legs.
The Man/girl in the red dress nodded and opened his arms to indicate he wished to go
back to the cavern, The man in the tall black hat came around the corner as BIAD blinked
out of Whitechapel.
"Good evening" the shadow-shrouded man said to Death and touched the rim of his
top-hat, Death nodded and said happily "evening to you Sir"
The man once-called and would be once-again known as Adam stepped towards the
paint-pealing door of Mary Kelly and smiling evily in the darkness, he said softly
"trust me... I'm a Doctor"
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