Author's Notes: Hey everyone! Bet you weren't expecting to see this newest chapter up so soon, eh? ;)

Well, thankfully, my summer job hasn't been that bad yet so I've been able to work about my stories more than I would have guessed. And I wanted to get another chapter for this story in particular done since I've both had the rough outline already thought-out and I want to get to the really good stuff that's coming up soon!

Let me do something that I forgot to do last time…THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I can't express how happy I am that this story has over TWO HUNDERD reviews! I honestly never even imagined that any story of mine would get one hundred reviews. So seeing ONE story with twice that number is more amazing than I can adequately express through typed words! And to think, I once thought that this would be my least reviewed story. Once again, thank you all so much for this huge honor. Every single one of you who has reviewed this story are proof of the reason as to why I am doing this in the first place, aside from me loving to write, of course. Lol

Allow me to give a quick shout out to Ander Arias for his AMAZING picture of Gwen after she obtained Sweet Charity. It's got that prefect balance of awesome and disturbing that I was picturing in my head when I was writing that scene! :)

Also, seeing as its fitting given what day it is, happy Father's Day everyone!

I'll have more to say in the endnotes but I've got nothing else to go over before that.

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Here's the twenty-fifth chapter of "Total Drama Raptured": Telekinesis!

The teens searched the area surrounding the most recent field of slain splicers for anything of importance, or more importantly, a way to move forward. The front door to Dandy Dental, to the left of the area where Gwen had obtained Sweet Charity, seemed like a promising find, until they discovered that the door wouldn't open. Also, whatever material the door was made out of couldn't have been blasted off by gunfire. Two shotgun blasts and around fifteen machine gun rounds being wasted proved that.

If nothing else, the wasted ammo jogged Noah's memory, specifically of the shotgun shells that he and Courtney had found earlier. With that in mind, he gave Gwen the two electric buck he had found and Courtney gave her the six normal shells in her handbag.

As the Goth added most of those to her makeshift bra holster (with the electric buck simply going in her skirt pocket), Cody walked a little more to the left, finding the sight unsettling for a variety of reasons, despite a part of him wanting to see it. He found himself near another doorway, with a creepy yellow neon smile with the words "Dandy" and "Dental" above it and below it in equally yellow curved signs.

Next to that door, the Tech Geek found another audio dairy. After picking it up and bringing it towards the others, he pressed the play button.

(Audio Dairy: Useless Experiments- Brigid Tenenbaum)

"At the German prison camp, they put me to work on genetic experiments on other prisoners. They call me "Das Wunderkind", the wonder child." Tenenbaum said, her voice developing the briefest flashes of warmness, of a nostalgia overwhelming her.

The sigh that followed had the teens all but seeing the head gently moving back and forth in disappointment. "Germans, all they can talk about is blue eyes, and shape of forehead. All I care about is why is this one born strong, and that one weak? This one smart, that one stupid?" This was followed by a pause that lasted mere seconds.

"All that killing, you think the Germans could have been interested in something useful?" Her thick Eastern European accent said with a sigh, more fitting for someone choosing the wrong kind of sandwich at lunch than someone describing the murder of millions.

As the audio diary's wheels stopped with that familiar creaking sound, the teens looked at each other. Once again, they had been shocked by the sheer indifference in this woman's voice to the crimes against humanity that she played a part in. It made them all angry.

With no more words said, they all moved towards the door near where the audio diary had been found. To their shock and delight, the door opened for them. They entered.

They found themselves in the waiting area of Dandy Dental, complete with a desk built into the floor that was splitting the room in half with a cash register on it. After opening it, Gwen found two Rapture dollars, which she then took. There was also a small radio next to it, playing the song "The Best Things in Life are Free" by the Ink Spots.

'That's the third fucking song I've heard from that band since I got in this shithole!' Courtney thought. 'Did they have some kind of a contact with Ryan or something!?'

The C.I.T. was stopped in her mental ranting by noticing the other three members of her group were looking at the same thing, at something along the wall near a wide entranceway deeper in the room. When she turned her head to see what it was, she had a similar reaction.

All four teenagers were staring at a poster, a slanted but otherwise intact and clean poster of a smiling woman playing tennis. There were two reasons why this decoration had so much sway over them. Firstly, an ad on the poster was for the Telekinesis Plasmid. At long last, they finally were at the end of their quest. But it was the second reason that was stronger. This was the first clean thing, the first thing not touched by Rapture's decay they had seen. Even though they had only been in this underwater nightmare for less than a day, it had felt like a lifetime since they had seen anything clean. It felt so odd to see something that wasn't dirtied, bloodied, cracked, torn, or shattered. It was so beautiful!

This image, intended on selling the means to move shit with the power of the mind, had been turned into an ad for escaping Rapture.

Hoping to make that wish a reality, the teens proceeded deeper into the dental business. To their left, there was a bloody dead body, of a male. Searching it yielded nothing. Next to the dead body there was a large rusted green metal canister. It was of no use to them.

Moving on from there, the four teenagers walked through a wide opening at the end of the room opposite of the one they entered through. Looking at the yet to be entered space, they instantly noticed three things about this unexplored foyer. It was much larger than the waiting room area they were currently in. It was where the actual dental chairs and equipment were. And it was flooded with seawater pouring in from the cracked ceiling. The largest falling downpour was drenching a dental chair near the foyer's entrance.

As they got closer, the quartette noticed a fourth detail to the dental foyer. It was a splicer, a female wielding a rusty metal pipe, who was further into the work space. Instantly, the teens' bodies got tense. But as she didn't attack them, they loosened up. Confusion quickly replaced fear as they noticed just what this female splicer was doing. She was swatting her pipe at a collection of many drops of water dripping from the ceiling. While doing so, she was angrily calling it rain. She was trying to swat rain away.

"Bad rain! Go away, go away! Stop makin' me sad! I already feel bad enough! I don't need any more rain fallin' on me! It's always rainin' with me! I'm always sad!" The female splicer added her anger slowly switching out for increasingly saddened cries.

Oddly enough, the sight before Gwen reminded her of the 1931 film Frankenstein, when the recently revealed creation of the titular mad doctor was trying to catch the light over its square and bolt-shut head. This moment had the same kind of pathetic sympathy, that of a ravaged and tormented creation of science struggling to grasp even simple concepts.

The Goth raised Sweet Charity, aimed it, fired off a single shot, and made this splicer's blood and brain matter fall among the Rapture rain as droplets of rubicund and coral. She was unmoved by this pathetic sympathy, even with it reminding her of a favorite film.

Though slightly unnerved by the ease with which Gwen just killed, none of the others were complaining. After all, they were all thinking and planning on doing the same thing.

Moving quickly, Gwen traveled through seawater pooled up to her knees to search the body. Thanks to her speed, she had managed to get seven Rapture dollars before the water made them unusable. She quickly pocketed them. It was enough to distract from the unpleasant feeling of her stockings clinging to her lower legs.

The other three joined her in the flooded foyer, though they weren't all thrilled about that.

'Oh, that's just what I needed! More of the wonderful delights of my shoes filling up with water and my socks clinging to my feet!' Noah bitterly complained in his mind. 'At this rate, I'm going to get fucking trench foot for sure!'

Ignoring the water sloshing around them and their legs fighting through the thick liquid, the teens searched the flooded area for anything else worthy of note, and they found it. About half way down the flooded foyer, there was a locked safe built into the wall. Noah quickly hacked the money holder, which might have been holding more than money.

As the door to the safe swung opened, the teens' eyes almost watered at what they saw. The safe was a literal treasure trove! It contained: two first aid kits, an EVE hypo, sixteen Rapture dollars, a round of electric buck, two armor piercing pistol rounds, five of the unknown darts that Noah had discovered earlier, and, best of all, a yellow Tonic jar.

Naturally, they went for the Tonic first. Courtney reached into the safe and grabbed it. As she held it for all to see, everyone read the message on the jar to themselves.

"Wrench Jockey bulks up your upper body, allowing you to wield club-like weapons with unprecedented skill and power! Swing everything from pipes to swords with over two thousand pounds of power behind each blow! That's twice the amount to shatter the skull! Only increases the power of specific muscles that help with clubs during the swinging motion! Only increases overall bodily strength by a very small amount."

The teens looked at each other in shock, struggling to grasp the idea this Tonic sold. Every swing doubled in maximum strength! But it didn't take long to realize that this was most likely saying the truth, amid all of the other incredible feats of Plasmids and Tonics.

Very quickly, Courtney spoke up and said that she and Gwen would be taking this Tonic. Neither of the boys had any complaints with this, since the girls seemed to do most of the hand-to-hand, or rather wrench/pipe-to-wrench/pipe fighting anyway. Both of the amazons from Team Amazon injected themselves with Wrench Jockey.

After the Tonic was used up, the other supplies were divided up. The sixteen Rapture dollars were spent evenly four ways, after Noah made the comment that he felt like Gwen should start sharing the money they were finding again. The first aid kits were given to Courtney and Noah, who had the fewest. The single EVE hypo and single electric buck were both given to Gwen. She then pocketed the cartridge and injected the hypo. After a brief debate (shouting match) with Noah, Courtney took both of the armor piercing pistol rounds herself. As the others were leaving the emptied safe, Noah remained and started to pocket the darts.

"Noah, what are you doing?" Courtney asked. "We have no idea what those even are."

"True, but I have a feeling that they might be useful," The Bookworm answered back.

"Your going to waste valuable pocket space on a hunch!?"

"Yup."

Courtney scoffed. "Fine, whatever! Waste all the damn space you like."

"I surely will."

With that, the teens moved away from the safe. They found nothing else in the flooded foyer. Happy to be able to leave this place, they did so. And they did so through an open doorway at the other end of the hall that had been blocked by the built in desk. They shook their legs in a futile attempt to dry them off once they were back on dry ground.

They all instantly noticed a detail that they had missed being on the other side of the desk. There was a glass door a little further into the area they were now standing in. As tempting as it was to head right to the shiny glass, the teens searched the nearby area first. They found five pistol rounds, a potato chip bag, and a folded over mattress. After taking the pistol rounds, Courtney gave three to herself and two to Gwen. She also grabbed the chip bag, which she placed in her handbag. She and others left the mattress where it was.

Once the small area was reached, they approached the glass doorway, which slid opened. They entered.

For the second time in such a short space of time, the teens were in awe of the cleanliness surrounding them. But unlike before, the entire space around them was shockingly clean. Looking ahead of them, they saw a small passageway that lead to a longer hallway with a muted green floor. And it was all relatively clean, actually shining in the overhead lights.

Each step was slower than usual as they basked in the spotlessness. Soon enough, they reached a second hallway. There were many eye-catching details to be observed. Due to its size, the first thing noticed was a long case stretching on the left-hand sidewall for about half of its length. Behind pristine glass there were many golden sports trophies of various shapes and sizes along with some crossed tennis rackets. There were so many golden cups that the shine cased off the well-lit illumination on the ceiling made the teens' eyes hurt for the briefest of amounts. After their eyes adjusted, they all looked upward and noticed the next detail of note about this new hallway. There was a thick wooden plank running from wall to wall about two-thirds to the ceiling with two large golden cup trophies filling space from that plank to the ceiling. Looking down the end of the second long hallway connected to the one they had entered in, the Total Drama teens saw the third item of interest, which was odd mainly because of its placement in Rapture, a baseball-pitching machine. Or at least, it was a gun turret that had been converted into a makeshift ball launcher. Before the surreal nature of a weapon of death that had nearly done them in several times already being turned into an object of leisure could dawn on them, they noticed the last few objects of note from their current perspective. The first was a waist-height grey pillar with a panel containing a set of big red buttons in front of them. And the second was an audio diary leaning against the base of said pillar.

As they had done previously, they picked up the audio diary and then pressed play.

(Audio Dairy: Testing Telekinesis - Yi Suchong)

"Clinical Trial Lot 23, Dr. Suchong/Client Fontaine Futuristics. Work on Telekinesis Plasmid proceeding well." The voice of a man said, with a very heavy Korean accent.

"Lifting objects at distance present, no problem. Moving objects through space, no problem. Can lift and throw big objects heavier than can be lifted by muscles. Cannot stop speeding bullet, but can catch and throw fast moving object." As this man's voice was heard, the more the teens noticed how unusual it sounded. It almost sounded fake, like a parody of an Asian person. It was like he hadn't captured all the nuances of the English language, as proven by him speaking in fragments more than full sentences.

"Problem not with Plasmid. Problem with reaction time... Suchong just get new idea for Plasmid." Speaking through the broken English was a tone revealing a snappy, egoistical, and embittered man.

"Why is it after hearing that the first thing I think of is Fu Man Chu?" Courtney asked.

"Or the Mandarin from Marvel?" Gwen added.

Cody and Noah looked at Gwen in shock, even after what they had just learned about her.

"What? I've been reading comics and graphic novels ever since I was a little girl. In fact, Watchmen, Maus, and Alan Moore's run of Swamp Thing are some of my favorite books, comic or otherwise." She said feeling a little unnerved by the stares at her.

'Why must she be so perfect!?' Cody thought to himself, both saddened and aroused, saoused, if you will, as he felt both his pants area get tight and his heart get hollow.

Noah smirked. "There might be some hope for, after all, Gwen."

"Gee, I was so worried about that." The Goth answered sarcastically.

"Well then, I'm very happy to have relieved you of that concern," Noah responded, just as sarcastically, though he was sporting a small smirk. "But yes, that sounds just like the Mandarin, or Fu Man Chu, if you prefer," He said while briefly looking at Courtney. "Though I must admit that I personally favor the former."

"I can't imagine why," The C.I.T. commented sarcastically.

"Well, since you're so curious, its mainly because I want to see if they'll ever cross that line into pure stereotype," The Bookworm answered, before pausing for some reason. "Soon I will destroy you Iron Man but first you eat whole buffet!" He commented, changing his voice so it sounded like a loud, intentionally overdone thick Chinese accent.

Though both of them fought against it for obvious reasons, both Cody and Gwen started laughing hard at that. Courtney was not amused and she waited for the others to stop.

Noah's attention was firmly on the laughing duo. 'Interesting. Both of them laughed at that. That little joke worked way better than I would have guessed. Hopefully that means whatever emotional crap they are going through hasn't effected them too badly yet. Then again, that could just be wishful thinking on my part, I suppose.'

Courtney, still less than amused by the dive into geekiness, rolled her eyes, which then froze. The orbs of onyx remained where they were because of what they saw, a detail of the hallway that they had all somehow missed before this point.

Right behind them, with a few small black and gold steps leading down an incline to it, was a Gatherer's Garden machine. More importantly, there was a glowing red jar of Plasmid in the slot of the machine.

The often-embittered C.I.T. smiled in a way that she almost never did. She almost cried.

They had finally found the Telekinesis Plasmid!

Rushing through the gathering of fellow Total Drama contestants with no apology, she reached the superpower vending machine and picked up the glass container of power. Her feet walked over a small pile of shattered glass, the red dew along the jagged edges suggesting that it was another Plasmid jar most likely destroyed by some circumstance.

The others looked at Courtney, and the Plasmid, with shock, but also joy and confusion.

"Yeah!" Gwen cheered, thought it was slightly biting, "fucking finally!"

"I can't believe we finally found it!" Cody gushed, in flickering but strong happiness.

"How did we not notice that was there before?" Noah asked, less visibly taken by this.

Quickly, the C.I.T. took out the jar's needle and injected herself with the new Plasmid. Ever since the display of Incinerate earlier, she had been eager for more Plasmids, and power. The moment the glowing crimson contents of the aged needle had entered her smooth, mocha skin; one of Courtney's elegant and feminine hands suddenly contorted itself into a mangled claw. The alarm she naturally felt passed when she remembered that the fire Plasmid had left a similar effect on her hand when it was passive. And in many ways a merely contorted hand was better to have than one passively on fire.

One at a time, the other three teens endowed themselves with the power of Telekinesis. Soon they all had mangled claws for hands, or at least one of their hands.

"Alright, good work guys!" Courtney shouted happily, showing a rarely seen good cheer. "Now that we've got Telekinesis, let's get back to that turret so we can get out of here!"

Taking the lead, as she was one to do, the C.I.T. started walking away with the Goth and Tech Geek behind her.

"Hold on a second," Noah said, not budging from where he stood.

"Why?" Courtney asked.

"Courtney, a thought has just occurred to me." The Bookworm began, "We have just obtained Telekinesis, the ability to move objects with the mind alone, right?"

"Y-yes," The C.I.T. said, confused as to why the Bookworm was bringing this up.

"Aaannd, we need to use Telekinesis to get to Steinman, by using it on some live explosives being hurled at us, correct?"

"Yes."

"Veeeery good! Now, use your brain for this one, Courtney," Noah said, his voice becoming slightly condescending, "would we want anything bad to happen while those same violate explosives are right next to us? Like say, hypothetically, we drop them for some reason without realizing it until our faces are just bloody smears on our heads?"

"N-n…"

"No, that is right," Noah said, cutting Courtney off. "And we are going to use this new power…without knowing how to do it?" He clicked his tongue, letting that idea sink in.

"What are you getting at?" The C.I.T. glared, having had enough of Noah's smugness.

"A admittedly novel idea," Noah drawled. "Let's test out this new power before using it in a possibly life-threatening context. Call it fate, random chance, or Vishnu getting his rocks off but why don't we use the oh so conveniently placed ball-throwing machine over there until we master using Telekinesis? We can handle tennis balls before taking the next logical step to unstable explosives. That would be the wisest course of action, no?"

Courtney looked at the Bookworm, wide-eyed and as if struggling to process this development. Indeed, she truly was, but for a few unique reasons. On the one hand, what Noah said was not only perfectly sound but it was so obvious that she was shocked she didn't think of it. But on the other hand, she would have moved Heaven and Earth to not let anyone know she had overlooked that good idea. She found two of the core traits of her very personhood clashing, the following of logic and the protection of her pride.

"Sounds good to me." Gwen quickly agreed. "Trust me, you don't want those things going off around you."

The C.I.T. decided to just roll with it. She might not have thought of the idea, but she was determined to show her remarkable qualities in other ways.

"Fine, but I'll go first! Since this is a Plasmid of the mind, I'm sure I'll master it easily!"

Clunk!

"Gah! I fucking hate this bull-" POW! "-Ahh!"

Clunk!

"Goddamnit, I'm a C.I-" POW! "-AYHHH-OW!"

Clunk!

"Oh God! It's Sadie during the William Tell challenge all ov-" POW! "-OWWW!"

A certain pattern had established itself for those who were in the green-floored hallway. The ball launcher would fire a fuzzy ball of sickly yellow-green felt with a bouncy clunk. Courtney would be in mid-irate proclamation at the firer of her current suffering. And the most recent deliverer of barely noticeable pain would hit her, more harming her pride. Amid all of this she had never even obtained the chance to test Telekinesis yet.

Watching this bizarre spectacle of folly and ego were Cody, Gwen, and Noah; someone kind of afraid of her, someone who more and more saw her as a close friend, and someone who was developing a attraction to her. They all couldn't stop laughing.

"Courtney, why don't we just-" Gwen started to say despite her continuing chuckles.

Clunk!

"NO!" The C.I.T. bellowed. "I'm going to master the-" POW! "-FUCK!"

"But Courtney, how can you master the fuck by yourself?" The Goth asked smirking.

That made the wrathful and worked up mocha beauty freeze up and stare at her.

Clunk!

POW!

"THAT'S IT!" She roared.

Clunk!

"I am going to shove my machine gun right up its damn tube!"

"Shouldn't you at least buy it dinner first?" Noah asked, smirking just as much as Gwen.

"Shut it, No-" POW! "-OW!"

This pattern more or less continued for another ten to twenty fired tennis balls before Cody walked over to the buttons controlling the ball launcher. He turned the device off.

For the first time since she struggled to use Electro Bolt, Courtney looked at him kindly. Though it only lasted for a few seconds, seeing that made the Tech Geek feel great.

But only last for a few seconds it did. After they were up, her face got angry again. "What the hell is up with this machine launching the balls so damn fast!?"

"Well…" Noah started to say, "It might have something to do with the machine's setting being set at one of its highest settings?"

Courtney looked at the Bookworm in sheer disbelief. "You…you…knew that…?"

"Well, not at first…but I quickly figured it out."

"What the hell, Noah!?" Gwen snapped at him.

"Yeah…" Cody said in meek confusion, "why did you let Courtney keep going?"

"I tried to tell her, but she wouldn't listen. Shockingly out-of–character, I know." Noah said sarcastically. "And after a certain point, I didn't want to stop the free entertainment." He added smugly with a satisfied smirk.

Within mere seconds however, that smug smirk vanished as a worried look took its place.

Courtney stood there, her mocha face becoming the brightest, hellish shade of vivid red. Her breath was being harshly sucked in through her flaring nostrils as her teeth pressed against themselves to the point where a subtle cracking sound could be heard. Her onyx eyes glared at the thin Bookworm with a wrath so intense that it could possibly kill him. Once again, he felt very afraid, because of something that wasn't a feature of Rapture.

Then, Courtney did something that made the Bookworm more frightened than before.

Instead of looking royally pissed, she looked happy, cheerful even. "Well, it was all in good fun, right? Lord knows we need to have more of that while stuck in Rapture, yes?" Courtney asked, with her tone abruptly sunny. She even smiled sweetly. If it hadn't been for the context, her smile would have been the hottest Noah had ever seen. "I think we've all had enough fun for now. We should get learning how to use Telekinesis effectively. Noah, could be a dear and please go next?" The C.I.T. asked with sudden perkiness.

Not knowing how to process this change, Noah raised an eyebrow with bated breath as he obeyed the friendly suggestion of the usually not so friendly girl and took her former place in front of the tennis ball firing device.

"In fact," Courtney said in a tone and smile more fitting for Lindsay than herself while walking to the buttons for the ball launcher, "why don't I take over the controls for you? You know, to make sure there aren't any more misunderstandings about the pitching speed." She said smiling, looking like the picture of pure innocence any guy would want.

But then, Noah had to ask himself, why did he feel like he was in front of a firing squad instead of a ball-launching machine?

"Well…this might turn out to be a pain in the ass, but…" POW! "-OW! My ass-butt!"

And the answer was quickly obvious. Tennis balls started blasting at him at the highest setting. As they did so, Courtney's new smile had a massive face-stretching size only rivaled by the fear it inspired in any who were unlucky enough to look upon it.

Instantly, a high-pitched, girly scream left Noah's lips as he ducked and dodged the balls. Despite his efforts making him a laughing stock among his peers and shattering his usual stoic persona, the Bookworm's maneuvers shockingly spared him from the first few balls, aside from the first one, which had stricken him in his posterior.

But then…

POW!

A ball hit him in his stomach

"That better not bruise!"

POW!

A ball hit him on his head.

"Hey guys, when did Rapture start having canaries? And why are they flying over my-?"

An entire barrage of ball, for whatever reason, started slamming against Noah's big head. And yet none of them collided with any little winged masses of fluffy yellow feathers.

POW!

"Ugh!"

POW!

"Agh!"

POW!

"Poit!"

POW!

"Zort!"

POW!

"Apples!"

POW!

'I'm starting to shout out the names of fruit now!? This can't get any-!'

POW!

It got worse. The tennis balls seemed to find a new target.

"OW…why did the ball have to hit my balls!?" Noah shouted. POW! "Twice…" Noah whimpered, covering himself. He fumbled a bit, each step fighting to maintain balance. "Oh…there goes…any chance…of Noah Junior…"

The Bookworm simply stood there for a few seconds, struggling to still be standing.

'Okay…okay…I think I'll be able to stay stand-'

POW!

And that was made much more difficult by the machine firing a ball at his yet again. The three full speed fuzzy tennis balls of gonad bruising force had spared no part of his penis.

"Aaaauughhh-ohh-ohhhh…" Noah said as he fell to the floor, "Gonna wiz red!"

"So, Noah, do now see why it was a bad idea to make me look like a fool?" Courtney asked smugly.

The Bookworm's only respond was a gurgling sound.

"Well said! Good job." The C.I.T. said maintaining that same cockiness on her face. Then she turned to Gwen and Cody. "Okay guys…now we can start testing for real."

And that was exactly what all of the teenagers proceeded to do.

For a length of time none of them knew, all four of them tested the Telekinesis Plasmid. It had proven far more difficult than the Electro Bolt or Incinerate Plasmids. This was because it required learning how to focus on a specific object in whatever area was within sight, pick up said select object, hold them in mid-air without dropping them, and then throwing them at the desired target. As much as she hated to admit it, Courtney was very thankful that Noah suggested that they tested the new Plasmid before moving forward.

Like everything, mastering this new Plasmid had a price. In this case, it was everyone using at least the majority of an EVE hypo (if not more) while learning how to effectively move shit with their minds. It took Cody and Noah a few shots of EVE to do so, though the Bookworm noted how the Tech Geek's failures seemed to be more from distraction than lack of skill. It took Gwen her only EVE hypo before she got the hand of it. Courtney, on the other hand, required at least two full doses of EVE hypo to master it.

Amid the flurry of thrown tennis balls, the two trophies near the ceiling were knocked down. For whatever reason, there seemed to have been items in those golden sport cups. The specific items that rained down upon them were a single electric buck, eight Rapture dollars, and an EVE hypo. Gwen took the EVE hypo and electric buck, repeating her previous actions with both items of either using them or pocketing them, while each of teens got two Rapture dollars each.

After collecting the unexpected prizes, the teens felt like they had mastered Telekinesis well enough. With that in mind, they decided to leave the comforting safety of the trophy hall. But as the glass door silently slid upward, they noticed a new detail about the lobby to Dandy Dental.

There was a new splicer there; investigating the bloody body they had searched earlier.

Naturally, the teens were on-edge and prepared themselves for another fight for their lives. However, one of them noticed something about the scene that the others missed.

Gwen noticed a small pooling of iridescent liquid forming around the corpse and splicer. It was coming from the canister that had been next to the corpse but ignored earlier.

Like Noah before, Gwen had an idea, an awful idea. She had a wonderful, awful idea.

Slightly raising her pale hand, Gwen focused her newly acquired superpower on the metal canister. Just as before with the tennis balls, she felt her mind focusing on the object of her choosing. It was more difficult here than inside the testing area since there were a lot more choices that could be grabbed. The countless bits of rubble's presence required more focus on Gwen's part. The last thing she wanted was ruining the element of surprise uselessly. Unnoticed by the splicer searching in vain for some supplies, the tank of metal and the liquid contents inside of it shook slightly. Acting before her nerves could cause her to delay or stop, the Goth used Telekinesis and grabbed the container.

As quick as a flash, the dented forest green cylinder almost as tall as she was came to Gwen. It all happened in the time of a second or two. Within the blink of an eye, the heavy, cumbersome object was floating in front of the Goth's clawed hand like it was a metal balloon being held in place by an invisible string. Along with the desired object, lots of small pebbles and grains of rubble had been pulled and now floated along side it.

The splicer noticed the object's movement, and quickly discovered the teens' presence. He charged them without a moment's hesitation.

But that wasn't fast enough as Gwen released her mental hold on the metal canister, on the propane tube. It flew towards him like an aged missile, cutting swiftly through the stale air. Within seconds, contact was made with the weak body of ADAM-ravaged flesh. But the tube kept going, slamming into the wall mere inches behind the charging splicer.

The propane of the tube's shattered, rusted womb sprang forth as the sparks of the pieces of metal colliding at high speed ignited it.

BOOM!

The explosion of the oil over sixty-years old yet still perfectly combustible shook the room. Its roar thundered through the air, crushing all other sounds like a speeding train. Shockwaves rippled through the metal confides of the room and random arrangements of shrapnel and rubble tore through the run-over air and ranked along any objects in range.

The splicer caught at the heart of the explosion had its lifeless, charred body sent skyward, until it collided with the slightly leaking, rusted, metal ceiling that robbed Rapture of a sky. With a sickening cracking of bone audible only as the explosion died down, the body slammed into the ceiling before falling to the floor and producing a second equally unsettling orchestra of bodily pops, snaps, and compressions.

The teens didn't notice any of this as they instantly took cover where they could find it. Even curling down under any merger protection they could find, some of their bodies and clothing bore evidence that pieces of kicked up debris had bounced around wildly on the metal walls and rocketed past them, leaving small cuts and tiny holes in their clothing.

Only when the ringing in their ears stopped did they stand up and notice the damage that had been done. Naturally, their eyes turned towards the smoldering body. But then, they gazed at a different, more depressing sight. The previously pristine ad for Telekinesis that had inspired them with some hope was now charred and torn like Swiss cheese. The face of the smiling woman on the poster had a thick piece of rusted pipe sticking out of it. Even more than the body of another living thing, that was what filled them with despair.

Even after finally obtaining the Telekinesis Plasmid, their victory felt somehow hollow. Regardless, they moved forward in solemn silence as they made their way to Aesthetic Ideals. More than anything, they all really wanted to leave Rapture.

But first, as the first step of an even longer journal, they left Dandy Dental.

And that was the latest chapter of this story! As always, I hope you all liked it. :)

So, the teens FINALLY got the Telekinesis Plasmid! About bloody time, right!?

Now, let's address a few things that some of those reading this might be thinking.

Firstly, because I know some people were asking about this for the past few chapters, Cody WILL be getting his big reflection on Gwen's thoughts of him. In fact, he will be getting a scene of exactly that in the NEXT chapter! I'm sorry for waiting two chapters to get to this. I thought of having a brief scene to set up the one that's coming up in the next chapter, but I decided against it because the time frame between these chapters within the story is so short. There will only be minutes between the end of this chapter and the start of the next one. Having two reflection scenes would feel like Cody repeating himself. Please let me know if that makes sense to you or if its bullshit, because it well might be but I simply can't see it.

Secondly, there's only ONE chapter left to go before the struggle with Steinman. The next chapter will not only contain Cody reflecting on Gwen's thoughts but it will also reveal a ability that I've alluded to in the past that wasn't in the first Bioshock but fixes a logical problem when adapting the game mechanics to a more realistic format. You'll have to wait until the next chapter to know what I mean. Also, let me say, for the record, that I'm VERY eager to get to the Steinman fight! I've already got some of it written and I really love the ideas involved in that scene!

Thirdly, for those of you have haven't played the game, Dr. Suchong will have a larger role to play. You'll just have to wait to see what that role is. Also, for those who might wonder, I got Noah's quip about the Mandarin from the video "The League of Extremely Ordinary Gentlemen Volume 1, Issue 7 Part 3/3" by "SpillAuido", specifically from 12:05 to 12:11. Spill might sadly have died, but its great content lives on thanks to awesome fans re-uploading their videos on Youtube.

Okay, now its time for a few more general things that I want to talk about.

I'm pretty sure that the actual Bioshock game doesn't specify how much more powerful certain Tonics and Plasmids make the person injected with them. Because of that, I'm trying to give good increases for Plasmid boosts. For example, how Wrench Jockey allows the user to have a swing strength (only swing strength) of 2,000 pounds of force. I came to this number because the pounds of force it takes to shatter the human skull is roughly 1,000 pounds (technically its 1,100 pounds, or 500 kilograms). Please let me know what you think of my first attempt at placing numbers on the power increase of Plasmids because it might be the standard by which all future ones are done if I find that people think it's a good way of doing so.

Now, some people might wonder why I made this chapter shockingly comedic. There are two reasons for this, firstly, and most importantly, the next couple of chapters are going to be VERY dark and dramatic, also traumatic. Because of that, I thought some comedy was needed before that, even in a story as overall dark as this one is. Secondly, I LOVED being able to directly reference something I LOVE. What I am talking about is the abridged series, "Dragon Ball Z Abridged" by "TeamFourStar". As some people have already told me, I made references to it before, but not as many as I did here. And trust me, even if you hate Dragon Ball Z, abridged series, or anime in general…you MUST give this series a chance! It's without a doubt the funniest and most well done fan-made content I've ever seen! Every single episode is awesome and it surpasses by miles the actual original series! If you need any proof of how good there videos are, consider that ever since discovering them near the end of last year I've watched them all many times and I've still laughed and smiled every time. I watch them more than ANYTHING else!

Once again, as always, please don't leave any spoilers in your reviews, ok?

Until the next chapter, please read, review, favor, follow, and spread the word!