Last Evening with Someone Special, the Madhouse
Cody got the entire afternoon off for that day, his boss released him immediately when he confirmed his readiness to go to the asylum and finally finish this but first he had something to do with his butler and it involved talking to him about his assignment. He drove his new silver Ford along the streets and passing by the intersections of his city, his mind kept on racing right back around to that same old scene at the tape where the bomber himself had contacted him and his force goading them into a fight at the asylum which was somewhat in Cody's own opinion a terrible spot to put himself in where the madmen were kept penned in but as to why he had no idea, but then again he couldn't see through the entire charade the criminal was playing at and that was the one aspect of the crime that really got on any detective's nerves: trying to find the point of the killer's game. That enough said, there were a few other important things about his life that he would prefer to fix as he wasn't married and he was also still in the middle of his Master's Degree in Sciences and Law which made him eligible for the force as his part-time job but then again he had no heir and so far his butler had stuck it out with him thick and thin through the good and bad times, on part thanks to his parents who are living at their same mansion with a whole boatload of cash…that was just great in just a matter of six days he had managed to turn from being the kid that no one gave a shit about to the man who now has to save a city with all the knowledge he can get or he will fail not only a city but he wouldn't have one to start with. The thoughts of grim and failure were with him throughout the entire journey home, his hands clasped onto the very steering wheel like it was his life the words of the bomber was something that would never go away for him anyway before he turned his attention to the city limit sign that indicated he had reached his destination making a direct turn to the right off the road and onto the country dirt that slowly seemed to rise into the hill as the car climbed the small pebbly road that led towards a big house at the end with tall brick walls that surrounded the premises and the huge tall metal gates clanked right open for the detective to drive his way into the entrance where two small man-sized statues at the front porch greeted their master with their appearance, Cody driving across from the front right into the garage that was parked just ahead as he slowed his speed and allowed himself to enter through the automatic doors that rose up and invited his ride into the depths of the small building as he pulled the parking gear and shut off the ignition and brought himself out of the car door to see that the afternoon clouds had suddenly lost its bright white luster and was inexplicably replaced by the most greyed rain clouds that started to drizzle down the wet rain, Cody rushed towards the safety of the front double doors and his hand went to the doorbell hearing the distinct ringing but also the distant sound of conversation as the familiar call of his butler made him have a slight smile as he waited patiently.
"Coming!" The door opened right in front of Cody as he stood there before his butler, waving a hand at him in greeting as his servant looked up at the darkened sky before he let out a huff, his aged eyes fluttered with victory as he spoke to his master and a wagging finger. "Hah! I knew it would rain, the television was wrong! I know a cloud when I see one, and excuse my outburst…welcome back, Master Cody."
"I thought when my parents introduced me to you I already told you not to call me master, Valen. We have been over this many times, you are a part of the family so don't be so uptight." Valen was an almost elderly man who had been in the detective's service for close to eight years now, his career had started way before Total Drama called him up to join the cast and it was a few years and seasons before he got to meet him again this time when he moved to the nearby city for a life outside his parents' house and from there the man taught him about the daily runnings of the large house. Cody always looked up to Valen for his teaching him of lifeskills like cooking and also cleaning his house once in a while when Valen would go out of town to meet his sick grandmother, and for that Cody always gave Valen a bonus pay from his own check by the police for his resourceful work. Now the years had worked a little on the frail man, his hair was not completely white but strands of grey was visible in his scalp along with the typical black jacket and pants with a white shirt to fit it but there was no coattails or anything as Cody didn't want the butler to look too savvy for his own good, and he had clean-shaven chin and mustache to go along with his bright gleaming brown eyes as the butler gave him a hug of welcome which Cody accepted before they separated and Valen's eyes were concerned again at the pouring rain.
"Oh my, Cody you better come on inside the rain is getting quite heavy. Haven't you brought an umbrella with you, sir?"
"Sorry to worry you, Valen but I forgot about the weather channel and so well I arrived just in time to have my early lunch and soon a huge dinner tonight." Cody said apologetically to his servant who had a shake of the head in a sigh as he ushered him into the large living room which was filled with ornate vases on a table at the window where he could eye the garage in sight as well as the pouring rain while a suit of armor and a shield with swords crossed were hanging at another corner leaving a large comfy sofa of emerald green in the center of a large Persian designed rug laid out on the marble polished floor making it almost like a ballroom than a proper living room and the detective just smiled at the neat order of the large HD television set along with his consoles stashed away in the nearby storage area. Valen noticed him looking at the consoles through the glass as he shook his head in disapproval at the young man, his gloved hands folded in a scolding manner.
"Well master Cody, you should have seen the depressed look on your face when you were partying alone last night drinking some of MY own choice wine…you must be careful about yourself, sir. Do you know that if you drink alcohol it saps up your brain energy and cells to naught?"
"Sorry Valen, but I am really really busy right now with my work and I needed to blow off some steam…" His butler gave a huff as his arms remained cross, his eyebrows raised up in suspicion at the statement as Cody gave a tired sigh his fingers tucked into the depths of his collar to pull the tie out of place while he tried to explain himself for the party he threw by himself last night. It was sudden, he had absolutely no idea how he managed to find the bottles of wine but then again he knew fully well the reason why and it was when he had heard that his uncle had died recently…it really had him by the throat and he recalled almost unable to focus on his work to the point that his boss just spoke to him and told him to take a break saying "No one should be on duty if they aren't having a good family reunion recently". He could understand something about those words but right now the whole issue was just to come real clean with whatever he was going to say, however both men were cut off by the voice of the other person talking to the butler and a sixteen-year old girl appeared in the doorway with her hair black and was tied in a ponytail as she wore a simple black shirt with blue jeans, her eyes were blue like Cody's as she had a bright smile on her face as she spoke with a half-joyful tone.
"Well, look at the big brother…he's grown up so fast." Cody just gave a smirk back at her as he raised his hand in the air and she palm it with her own tanned hand both of the siblings laughing as Valen was left wiping his brow with a handkerchief sighing at the fact he had been not just stuck with one but two kids, not that Cody was bad but the younger sibling had been a bit too much for his own hands as he spoke to the detective who had removed his tie and shed his coat on the handrest of the sofa recalling the earlier conversation in the kitchen where he had to spend hours listening to that girl moan and groan on about his threat to ground her for what she had done which he was sure that Cody wouldn't like.
"Mistress Naomi is being such a pain for me recently, I just caught her red-handed with her boyfriend at the back of the house doing…well, I don't even need to say further Cody you have to restrain her sometime or she'll end up sabotaging her life." Cody heard the words as he turned to look at her inquiringly as the young teenage girl just shifted her feet uncomfortably at the butler's account as Cody just had a stern voice in answer.
"Is that true, Naomi?"
"Uh, it's really not what you think it really looks like on the surface but…ok, I did make out with my boyfriend in the back and Valen scared him off but I promise I will not do anything like that again, big bro." Valen could just shake his elderly head in shame as he talked to Cody in an advising tone, almost in a hushed whisper to the elder brother in the face of his sister hanging her head a little.
"I would recommend some grounding, sir."
"No, I think that Naomi will try and make use of her time studying then proceed to chase after cute hunks at school then? Isn't that right, Naomi? Or do you need me to read out your recent report card for you and repeat the same old grades that you had in consistency…" Naomi instantly sprang at the chance, her face really brightening up as she took the second opportunity to please her brother and nodded her head energized again. "Yes, sir! I'll do my best in my studies, but seriously bro I have already gotten good grades without the study part…. do I have to?"
"Yes Naomi, you know what I say-" Cody didn't finish his sentence as his sister just let out a puff of breath, stuck her chest out and spoke in a loud deep voice.
"No whining, and start sweating! Sorry, I just had to make fun of your new voice since the break it's awesome and so scary-like! Thanks, brother I'll go back upstairs and study now!" she said in a giggle, her feet dashing her up towards the steps and up to the rooms that were on the second level climbing the marble surface holding to the barrister that shone bronze in the lights disappearing out of sight as Cody had a smile on his face while his butler hated to agree more on the treatment before he replied again a hand on his aching forehead.
"Sometimes, sir I wonder how you actually live with the girl…" Cody just gave a small shiver in reply, his eyes just blankly staring ahead as he muttered so low to let his butler hear his own thought.
"You don't want to know…" A beep at the gates alerted the men, Cody immediately reacted by walking towards the window and took a peek outside into the dark sky his eyes falling on the figure of a female out in the rain without an umbrella and he knew, his face turning stern again as he spun his head towards Valen who took a look outside as the beeping got louder and came frequently before the distinct shouting could be heard. Valen was the first to react to the call, his shoes clacking across to the umbrella stand gloved hands reaching for the hilt of it before Cody took his hand on it pulling it out and opened the front doors with the embrodied handles sending the door backwards as he ran out quickly opening the umbrella shade over him his shoes sending splashes of water across towards the gate control and his fingers danced rhythmically over the numbers as the light flashed green, the clicking of the lock brought the gates to swing open before he caught the girl in the shade of the umbrella, his eyes locked into the black orbs blankly staring at him as the familiar smell of soap and shampoo filled his nostrils as he eyed the teal-black hair before he answered with a moment's silence.
"I somehow knew you would stop by." He spoke to the goth, her face quite flushed and the mud on her boots which soiled most of it made Cody even bring his old feelings of caring back at the dirty hands and muddy feet and leg as he looked at her face which had a small bandage safely attached to the cheek, and the detective could have sworn that he brushed his hand above the wound his fingertips swatting the surface as he glanced at Gwen with concern before he snapped out of his trance, his hands going for her two black bags letting her hold the umbrella to shelter both of them as he looked again at her blank face before he smiled reassuringly. Even though he had not smiled like that since he was rejected, he seemed to have recovered it like it was his own, speaking in a soft caring tone to cheer her up.
"I got your bags, it'll be alright. You can stay here as long as you like." He said as the two ex-campers now walked slowly towards the front porch where the statues welcomed their new guest with their armor and spears pointed towards the sky, Gwen felt a little safe under the dark weather and it was with someone she knew no less. She had not really changed out of her style, her preference for dark clothing was still there and she didn't do anything with the hair but she guessed that one thing that changed about her was her love life…she had fallen out with Duncan and Trent, both great guys but were friends now and they were recovering from the breakup their own way though she kept in contact with them but the one thing that bothered her sometimes was the way that Owen came back from Chris' invitation to the reunion…
Exactly four months after the show…
The building was crowded for one thing, the campers and new contestants alike who did not get to meet the rest of the old veterans who had seen all the humiliation that they could handle were now together as they shared some stories of their own to the story-hungry contestants who stood around them listening in on the details even though some of the stories Gwen heard were the same version the new guys seemed to like hearing it from another's perspective. Getting information to win the next season, maybe but World Tour was fun for her in a real big plane going around the world like The Amazing Race but much more crueler and cruder with a sadistic gameshow host and his tough buddy minion Chef Hatchet…boy the manhunts on the island and his personal boot camp always reminded her to stay away from the army as far as she could. Tonight was the best night of her life, meeting old campers and travelers who were in good spirits even Heather the bitch they all knew from the island and onwards seemed to soften up on her harsh comments and was talking to them in a friendly social manner, Noah was enjoying himself one way or the other with the music playing in the background with the other guys who were just showing off their dance moves. Her black eyes scanned the crowd counting the people there and she realized that someone else was missing amongst the group, but all those thoughts were confirmed as Chris indicated for the music to stop as Chef Hatchet pulled the plug on the DJ and turned back the bright annoying glaring lights sending most of the people into sounds of groaning at the glare hearing Chris' familiar chuckle before his face went back to seriousness.
"Okay, I checked the roll and I thought it over and over again but there's no mistake: someone is missing here tonight." At that announcement the campers and contestants each looked at each other and the people around them the host waited patiently before everyone had a good idea who wasn't here as he acknowledged them with a nod. "Yeah, Cody is not here…I sent him those invitations and knowing him he would love to come along so I need someone else to volunteer to go after him at his address."
"Why not you go? You the hosts of this life-wrecking television show." Leshawna spoke out in her familiar hip-hop voice, Chris putting his hands out in self defense as he replied with his hands shoved into his pocket to take out a piece of neat paper and read it aloud.
"Dear Chris, Screw you and your stupid reunion! I am so pissed at you and everyone right now that I can't be bothered to turn out for your real humiliating show…I am doing fine with a real job away from freaks like you. I hate you with all my loathing aching heart, I really want to strangle you by the throat and toss you through a window before using a sledgehammer to smash your skull in…harsh dude, harsh. Anyway, he goes on to say that Trent you should be ashamed of yourself for letting Gwen down with your jealousy issues: get a real life than just sitting there with your guitar playing mushy songs. Gwen: ever since you rejected me on international television…which I actually think was awesome!" Chris said happily, but the contestants were completely showing the opposite expression of worry and real concern about the nerdy boy they kicked out during the Tour and his own safety, Trent was just standing there unable to speak as Gwen couldn't find the right words to say anything. The rejection was because she was hurt and angry at the time, she didn't actually mean those things that she said and now standing at a reunion without him was just…upsetting sure he was a bit of a stalker kind of guy on the island but as the seasons progressed he not only helped Trent and her get together he supported her like he would to a sister, and the way that he said those things about her was something that no one besides Duncan and Trent said about her and now here was the very same Cody who said that he was alright with her and Trent but expressed his doubts about Duncan which did result in her snapping back at him in defense but he never spoke with her since and to make it worse cut off all communication with her…
"Just read the damn email, fool!" Leshawna's voice cried out in anticipation, but most of them knew just what Chris' mouth was about to say the following words.
"For rejecting me on international television…I hope you are happy with your choice, this is the last time I am going to speak with you ever so don't try and convince me to come." Chris's face was just quite upset, one because he just got insulted by a nerdy goofy little 16 year old and secondly…is his hair messed up? But seriously to the point, somehow he missed the guy with his lovey dovey talk on the confessionals which seemed to amuse him ever so slightly but also for the money and big ratings that the guy had given him on previous occasions so of course he sent someone…and who better than the best bud Owen?
An hour later…
The sound of the vehicle drove right into the front porch of the large house where they were invited for the biggest reunion since the first season when everyone knew everyone but now they were all sitting and waiting in anticipation for the arrival of Cody, Trent knew that he had to explain himself and his actions to the little guy…he owed him one ever since Gwen he had not thought that they could go together like a clip but it did and his ever energetic support for his girlfriend did make him feel the guy was cool with him. But the email seemed to shake him completely to the core, his hand over the back of his head scratching his hair at the thought that Cody could be so harsh on him but he guessed that he deserved it anyway with the whole jealous over Duncan and Gwen possibilities which now not only came true but his relationship with her really went off the rails and he lost both her and now the man who supported them wholly over the seasons.
"Man, I gotta apologize to the little guy…he must be really hurt." He muttered as he took another drink of his punch, his mood for the dance was turned right off. Meanwhile, Duncan had a bit of thought towards the nerdy boy he always considered one of those stalker freaks just like the last time when he saw those aired episodes and he watched as Cody took a whiff of his girl, which did creep him out a lot but now with the email it seemed to really change some opinion about him. At first he thought Cody was a real jerkface that would turn out on his menu of pain but now he saw how much the little guy cared for her and would do anything to get her to be happy, he really started thinking about what to say to the young boy when he got here. Unfortunately, they were greeted by the silent shoes of Owen who had a really blank expression on his face followed by the driver of who had what appeared to be a camera in his hand as they entered the hall and Chris gave a questioning stare before Owen just turned on his heel and walked towards the table where the food was, his face hung and his eyes were just staring into deep space as he scooped up some of the meal before he just gave three words at the cameraman who had accompanied him along while the contestants were looking at him for answers.
"Show the video." The man just nodded at the contestant's request, his footsteps ran down the back of the main stage and soon the cameraguy appeared this time wheeling in a projector along with a video player where he took the video recorder in the form of a disc and slotted it into the gap as he played it, Owen didn't look as the door was slammed open and the back of Owen was noticeable as he seemed to defend himself from something before he is knocked over on the ground on the pavement to the shock of all the other contestants the angry face of Cody was zoomed in on as he held a cold and steely gaze upon his best friend, but the words itself was the thing that seemed to shake them the most as some shivered in terror and others like Trent and Gwen just stood there unable to believe what is happening on the screen.
"You will never set your damn foot in my house again, you hear me OWEN! If you really think that using her name will get me to go anywhere, YOU ARE WRONG! I don't want to see you or Chris or anybody, including HER so just leave and go enjoy your freaking stupid PARTY!" The voice of Cody's didn't sound like the cool calm undeterred young man they knew, Gwen heard it like a really hurt person raving and screaming at him. The worst had yet to come when apparently Cody seemed to kick the obese kid in the stomach forcing him to roll on the pavement before he slammed the door in front of the camera, the man just looked right down at the downed Owen before he heard a groan and the fat kid soon got on his two stubby legs, his hand reaching for the back of his neck to massage the area he seemed to have damaged before he yelled out as friendly as he could to the door.
"Okay…I'll just tell Chris that you couldn't make it, alright?"
"SHUT THE HELL OUT AND LEAVE!" The camera seemed to shut off at that point, the video feed obviously ended as the whole scene left the campers and contestants really worried and shaken about the whole issue. The silence was broken by Duncan just muttering aloud his thoughts, he had some sting for the party dude and his gassy behavior but man did he not expect the nerd to go completely psycho on him I mean no one does it to his best friend not even him.
"I hate to say it at a time like this, but that Cody grew some nerve…and attitude." Duncan could just say about the whole experience before Trent just mutter out the words in a stutter his voice panicked at the thought of seeing Cody really go nearly commando on them as he put down the glass of the punch.
"Dude…I was going to explain things to him but I couldn't just fathom him going this nuts over the whole thing, I guess I have myself to blame." Gwen didn't say anything despite the fact that it was her who was the true catalyst that made him like this; although the weight was on Trent going into a feeling of self-blame the goth could not bring herself to even speak a single word at the menacing face at her than anyone else.
"Oh my, who is this poor soaking wet lady? Master Cody, you know this girl is shivering in the cold so let her come in the house where its warm!" The exclamation of Valen caused a door to be slammed out open as the pitter-patter of footsteps down the staircase brought Naomi who had a surprised face at the unexpected guest, her mouth just hanging open like a cave before she broke out into squeals that sent looks of awkward at her jumping up and down on the stairs as she had a warm smile on her face towards Cody who just raised his hands out in defense at what he knew was about to come out of her mouth. "Naomi, don't say it…" he protested weakly to see his efforts in vain.
"OH MY GOD! Cody has a girlfriend! Awww, she's so cute…do you know each other from that gameshow?" Cody let out a tiring sigh as he brought a palm to cover the whole of his face, sliding it down to wipe off the humiliation his sister had just thrown at him like a bucket of puke or worse…Gwen had absolutely nothing to come back with in the defense of her embarrassment save standing dripping wet from hair to shoe just staring at the energized sugar-high woman that was Cody's sister her black hair jumped up and down with her before the detective muttered some inconsistent rambling before he waved her away with his palm.
"Naomi? I thought we talked about this…do your homework or whatever it is that you do when I'm not looking." His sister seemed to be disappointed, her face drew into a pout as she walked down the stairs and with a growl at her brother took the soaked Gwen by her hands and led her inside the large hall of marble and stone, the goth could find no apparent words to describe the place even if she came here as many times as she could, the ceiling was high above their heads with a space for the stairs rising into the second level in a spiral as dozens of beautiful paintings and art statues greeted her sight. It was like looking at an artist's paradise with the excess show of arts, as her eyes went to Cody's who just looked back at her with some strange look before he gestured to the two people standing by him in greeting.
"Gwen, I would like you to meet my butler Valen who will be taking care of you for the whole time you're here. And you've already met my energetic sugar hoarder of a sister…"
"Hey!"
"Naomi. So, like your accommodations?" He spoke almost proudly as Gwen could give an amazed nod of the head, her mouth just gaping at the displays of paintings and plants that decorated some parts of the hallway as she replied in a soft voice.
"It's…breathtaking, really. I've known your parents were rich but not like I was thinking it would be." Valen who gave a clearing of his throat with his gloved hand, her eyes going to the elderly butler standing in front of her a softened expression on his face, then interrupted her. Naomi in the meantime was rushing off with Cody to the living quarters where Gwen could see them plop themselves on the couch and brought out the Wii from the console cabinet and began setting it up leaving her with the man who she thought was quite a nice looking person.
"Well, Miss Gwen…it's a pleasure to see you. I hope that you keep your room nice and tidy for me, my old bones are aching from all the mess this morning already…please dry yourself and join us for dinner but you can also join Master Cody and Mistress Naomi in the living room. I need to cook for them again, those little cheeky children…" Gwen couldn't help but let out a quiet giggle at the butler's own monologue before he grasped the suitcases and bags in one fell swoop, shocking the girl who had four bags and he had just carried them on both hands and head balancing it stably as he let out an 'oomph' making the goth feel a little rude letting the butler go around like that as she reached a hand out to assist him but was rejected by the shake of his head, surprisingly the two bags on his head didn't tumble off.
"Not to worry, I am getting used to this baggage carrying anyway…I will show you to your room later while you can have a warm hot shower. Poor dear, you must have been suffering from hypothermia…you do know that the temperature could get you a fever?"
"Sir! Breach at the front gate of the asylum, it's the bomber!"
"Steady men, form defensive position! Don't let that man out of the center!" The alarm in the mental institution sounded aloud through the white tiled walls, echoing like a drum as the clatter and thumping of black combat boots ran through the halls as the rattling and screaming of its inhabitants gave a chill down the men's spines as they saw one cell window where a man slammed his face right at the open slit his eyes bulging wide open as his mouth drew saliva spilling in puddles on the cold metal surface. Others were screaming and some banging the huge metal doors with their fists and body weight, ramming the dark gloomy gate to stop the alarm from going off as some peeked out to see the group of armored men in helmets and bulletproof vests with loaded weapons rush forward towards the nearest entry way for the bomber to enter the asylum by. In other areas of the control room where the gloomy dark space was filled with only monitor screens and three men who had their vests armed the words 'Security' painted white as their eyes fell on the door and the screens where different patrols have arrived at their destined points guns clicked and loaded at the direction of fire as various doors were being shut down, their rusty insides groaned as they slammed shut the sound of locks being solidly locked securely in their place. The guard in the control room was the first to respond to the microphone with all the units' signals intact on the radar on the right, their faces stern and sharp on the lookout for any abnormalities on the live camera feeds.
"Squad Two and Three, the bomber is onto your position. He's taking the limited pathway towards your section, prepare to terminate when in range."
"Copy that, alright boys look sharp and keep your voices down." The squad leader spoke in a warning tone, the rest of the armor clad team nodded and knelt on one knee with their guns pointed right at the hallway hearing the distant clacks of the shoes as each man tensed up fingers squeezing half-way on the trigger in case of a shock attack. The men at the control room watched in anticipation as the bomber's eyes trailed the cameras, his hand reaching into the depth of his breast pocket as a shot suddenly fired into the glass of the camera blinding any way of knowing what he would do as the next message came up while hearing the scraping sounds and the clang of metal on the tiled floor at the corner of the knocked out camera screen.
"He's going into the air vents…stay sharp, we don't know what he has besides a gun." The man warned as the area where Squads Two and Three were located their helmets spinning around the whole area of the vents, hearing the distinct echoing of fists slamming against the seemingly flexible metal as their hearts pounded waiting for the right moment to strike. Then the grate was slid open and the men immediately opened fire on the vent, putting bullets and casings on the ground and penetrating the bomber as he fell down to the ground shot to death as the smoke of plaster and gunpowder filled the air while they cursed.
"Damnit, man did you do the thing on rapid fire?"
"Shh, we have the bomber! Surround him!" the squads came out of their places and wiped the smoke off their faces as they turned to look at their target, but what surprised them made the men almost want to gag. The body wasn't that of the bomber at all, but it was a victim male who had his eyes bulged wide open in shock as his mouth was cut from the corner of the lips upwards with blood pouring out the scarred flesh, his clothes were just like the bomber's with the same grey outershirt and black shirt but it was the paper that was stuck on his chest that caught their attention with the contents as the squad leaders stared at the words making out the message.
"You've been punked?" The control room however had a shocked look at the other screen where the bomber had appeared in just opposite the two squads' position but he was dressed in the dark attire of the squad minus the helmet as he sneered at the camera and pulled out a single pen and his fingers encased it with the thumb flying onto the button, the guard immediately spoke in the mike.
"He left a bomb!" The whole room seemed to slow down for one second, the control room guards completely looking in shock as the screen of the cameras where the soldiers were suddenly went black, a loud boom echoed throughout the vicinity sending the men flying off their chairs and onto the floor a loud ringing occurred in their ears from the whole extent of the blast, wires from the television screens sent some of the cameras to shut off instantly as plaster from the ceiling buried them in white. The room shook but for just a moment, the men struggling to get out of their lying positions and all three rose from the tiled floor their faces covered with the plaster as they coughed out particles of it into the air their bodies were so numb and almost unable to move as they pasted their hands firmly on the ground and their knees brought them up, the sound of wires sparking and the lights flickered on and off as the silence began to seep in the men scrambled half-blindly for their abandoned weapons. The third man tried to reach the controls, his hand barely grasped the speaker before he finally brought it to grip and spoke loudly and with a warning into the mike unaware of the door being swung open as he continued with his message.
"Squad Four and One! Five and Six, he activated the bomb! He took out Two and Third Squad altogether, cough…can you hear me? He activated the-"
"Bang!" The man was stunned for a moment before he recognized the familiar voice, his head spun around quickly only to see the man fire a single bullet between his forehead sending his head thumping back onto the control desk violently shaking and coughing out blood from his mouth and a trail from his forehead where the bullet entered his eyes constantly sent into a flurry of shutting and opening as the bulletproof vested man spoke into the mike the dying guard catching sight of the silver glittering pen which made his eyes widen in terror.
"Hello, this is the bomber speaking. I told you before that there will be riots, so let the riots begin!" He spoke in a thrilled voice, his laughter spewing out as he pressed the button on the corner of the guard's eye sending a loud clang as his head was staring right at the doors of the asylum where the men were being held the guard's fears realized as the group of madmen were released with their heads turning both ways before they let out screams of freedom and ran down the hallways, swarming the entire area with it as the different squads fought back the mad patients before the guard felt his head being jerked upwards to face the sneer of the bomber who had a gun loaded and fitted into his mouth as he tried to speak a word only to be silenced by Casteon's words.
"This is just the beginning." The control room echoed the gunshot that splattered blood over the screen and buttons of the desk.
End