Plans, Plans, Plans…A Man who doesn't exists
"Plans, Plans, Plans…everybody has their plans. The only problem with that plan is that when you put an insane person in an asylum, you're just taking him home…the very place he knows best. But there was a few words I think that were errors, could you help me out with it?"
"Shut your trap, bomber. You don't scare me too easily especially when I've been through more frightening challenges in the TDs, and if Chef could dress and act as badly as he did then I think I have a lot of shots at getting free." Casteon clicked his tongue at the sheer idiocy of the young adult man at his feet, chained tightly from his wrists to his waist, knees, ankles and neck in iron hanging him a few feet off the ground as he wrestled with it again his limbs shaking uselessly against the reinforced iron that just jingled with the flow of movement while the dark shirt with a flaming skull on the front shone under the moonlight from the cell window facing the commotion of uniformed police outside with their lights all aimed at the various cells to find the missing young adults. The noise of the buzzing copter always alerted the bomber to the window in irritancy at the annoying wings that sung its familiar warning signal for him to give up, but right now he slung the suitcase over his shoulder and a big grin was on his face just taunting the man glaring at the chains with sharp venomous green eyes as though he could melt the restraints like acid, his persistence to get free by struggling with the dangling chains was to a futile attempt as Casteon laughed at the man's useless pursuit to get out as he leaned at the doorway a grin on his face as he gestured to the locks.
"Oh I wouldn't do that if I were you, the chains are already made with tough refined steel together with a little special ingredient to make a special…combination so you won't get out that easily." The man just ignored the bomber's own warning and struggled blindly with it letting out frustrated grunts and his hands were red from the struggling and the scraping of the skin against the iron causing some of his skin to peel off from the flesh like white petals. The man's green eyes now turned its venomous attention towards Casteon who just smiled at his victim's hatred extended towards him as he took it in, for him fear and anger made him more immortal than his victims ever thought it would give any sadistic killer or criminal and when the young man gave him a stare or glare, spit or yell he just took it all in like a drug and the feeling came back. He needed to drive towards a more…improvised torture in mind as he sneered, his suitcase clicked open by both caselocks and his hands greedily grabbed the item inside and brought it up for his victim to see watching carefully as the face turned to that of sheer shock at a chemical battery in his hands, the wires were already connected to the god knows what amount of volts that battery contained as the bomber approached him with the sneer apparent and malice dripped from his voice while he snapped the two wires to the ankle chains, but to make the whole thing more interesting he took another two wires and walked towards the man who started to shake his head in protest to Casteon's utter disgust at the loss of fun trying to pin it on him until he immediately gripped the battery switch and flicked it on smiling as the chemicals started to be charged and the volts instantly shocked the man with a dose of 1 volt charges seeping into his conductive body his eyes wide as his hair stood up on their ends for two seconds before Amos finally flicked the switch off still grinning at the fantastic results he had gotten. The man with the flaming skull shirt groaned with no strength, what was left of it had disappeared with the flow of electricity that zapped his chest and lungs causing to breath and gasp constantly as his heart started to beat slowly from the quick shock that stopped his beat momentarily, his teeth gritted in pain while Casteon placed the two wires directly on the sides of his black hair and a unmistakable green tint could be seen in the center combed down along with the rest of his uncolored hair but the man could not even react as Casteon placed it securely and without hesitation activated the battery again shocking him for five seconds seeing him jitter and vibrate with sparks hitting him hard. The bomber smirked as he twirled a small key which was the literal key to his own freedom, his hands just at his back to watch the man start to close his eyes from the overload of electricity before he hung his head from exhaustion just to gaze upon the bomber shutting off the power and tweaked with some knobs, the view blurred and turned pitch black as unconsciousness hit the young adult and forced him into a sort of induced coma with the pain still evident in his system, Casteon was on him in seconds tapping his head and then slapped the man across the face to earn him a groan ensuring that his victim still had a sign of life left in him…for now as the bomber saw the man's head completely hang, devoid of any consciousness in him as the criminal gave a hint of relief from the troublesome prisoner.
"Well, guess that took care of that. Now, I have a lot of uses for you yet for you to die on me so well, stay put right there and don't think of trying to escape or else…the battery will activate itself and shock you on the spot. We don't want an electrified corpse with no life for my challenge, do we?" He asked the knocked out young adult who just groaned in reply, unable to fire any sharp comment or insult to the criminal as he exited the room with a sharp clang of the metal door confining him in the gloomy cell with the clink of the key sliding itself in the lock and the sharp clangs of the lock eerily sliding along into place to keep its innocent victim in. Casteon could smile brightly as he passed by the other rows of cell doors with the yells of other young adults trapped securely behind the metal doors ignorant to their desperate cries, he had caught that target three months ago along with his little girlfriend too when he went to visit her…it was an easy thing to do when you take on the role of their taxi driver for an easier blend into the crowd, the two never saw it coming when he activated the knock out gas that soon consumed them in the middle of some troublesome argument about a third girl in the mix but the bomber couldn't give a damn about that pointer, he wasn't even planning to escape from the asylum by surrendering to those damn cops but instead he had another road to pave for his goal of total anarchy against those people who convicted him…and the young adults were the pawns in his and Cody's little chess game of innocent blood being spilt. Cody may have the honorable and justice of a police detective, but alone he knew that somewhere deep inside him was something he can exploit and identify as a strength to turn as a weakness and by the time the asylum game was done…Casteon couldn't even picture the results with a degree of glee in his smile as he left his prisoners to his planned fate closing the main door to the cell block.
Cody's black slick car slid across the barrier of police cars, their sirens still blaring loudly at the building off the coast of the cityscape where the wind started to blow like a gale sending hair and caps nearly flying off their owners' heads as the detective looked right around him at the surroundings which was filled with police officers just holding back reporters with their hordes of cameramen who were just filming and clicking away taking photos of the entire scene while the police officers had to push those shoving others into the barrier that separated the police from the civilians who were just too nosy for their own good, no words exchanged between parties though to Cody's opinion it was the media who were just underestimating the disaster that would happen and wanted good ratings for the whole issue…if they ever made it out alive. The detective was stopped by two officers who looked at the badge and nametag he had, Cody tapped his badge in the symbol of his own authority and like on command the two officers parted like the Red Sea letting him past the barrier and into the main zone as he took a quick glance ahead at the towering prison-like structure which was the asylum, the whole levels lighting up the so-called fortress for the insane…just a look told the detective enough why the judges had chosen this place as the perfect confinement for a criminal who looked sane to just snap from the sheer boredom of the monotone grey stone walls and the isolated environment of sea and the salty air which filled their nostrils everyday as they stared at the city buildings ahead stretching across the whole coast wishing the day would come they will return back to city. He quickly searched his pocket, his fingers circled around the item he planned to bring with him and he fished it out to reveal a Bluetooth ear device which he then attached into the empty space of his left ear, activating the small button on it to connect the signal and he waited patiently at the bridge which he personally would cross to get to his destination before a distinct voice replied on the other side of the line bringing some relief to his troubled mind.
"Master Cody? You're connected to my line now."
"Just like Alfred and Bruce Wayne, eh Valen?" Cody said with a smug look on his face, the reference to the Batman movies that brought a small humorous chuckle from the butler, the detective still satisfied that he had the humor factor in his character before his voice turned serious at the current issue at hand.
"Valen, have you done as I have asked?" He asked politely, hearing a slight pause in the butler's answer before he heard the click of a phone and the sound of the shuffling of a drawer opened as the butler's mummer could be heard over the line while noises of fluttering pages were almost blocked out by the outpour of noise from the media and cameramen putting their lives at risk pushing their way towards the police barrier that kept them safe from any attempted blasts. Cody was easily irritated by the media trying to get the story of their lives, but the one thing about the media business that he found constantly being portrayed in both movies and television do reflect some of the annoying characteristics that he had seen from the nosey paparazzi to the most slanderous magazines his sister kept on reading back at home, and that sickened him to a large extent but not because he cared about the rich that much hell they could die and starve for all he could much care, however he was disgusted at the fact many people buy the garbage they sold. Secrets were never meant to be, he found that out the hardest way possible by the fact that even his privacy was invaded by an army of cameras just to cover any blind spot from pointless drama happening without their lens' notice, the youth were kind of being disrespectful and talking about individuality even as far as to kill their parents and refuse kindness from others to make their lives more miserable. His thoughts were cut off the track as Valen replied back with a very unnerved tone, the detective's eyes still searched out the entire encirclement of police to find the chief's car before spotting the chief in a brown trench coat along with a blue denin shirt with stripes of black, his black hair still glinting with the car lights turned on his body while he stood at the barrier where the media happened to be at its most concentrated cameras snapping and large lens of recorders along with their mike counterparts being both shoved right in the glaring eyes of the man who was apparently trying to disperse the innocents from the area better yet the city, Cody thought as he continued his path down towards the man who was holding his hands up at the cameras in indication to get them out.
"Sir, I have spoken with your lawyer about the favor you asked for…right now he has recorded in your will and is preparing to leave the city afterwards. I am here to assist you via Bluetooth on any information that I can provide for you, though I fear the worst has yet to arrive in that asylum. Valen out." Valen reported, his voice holding a hint of panic at his master's own safety inside where they can only hear the sounds of noise from other sources. Cody said a thanks before he reached his boss, tapping him on the shoulder to make him face him with a grim nod and the frown stretched further at the asylum where the trouble was traced right to, the wind was blowing ferociously at the coast sweeping tossed paper right across the streets with plastic bags and other unwanted items being pushed around like tumbleweed. The cameras then pointed right at Cody who just replied with a glare and put his hand on the lens of a live recorder for some news network, and without hesitation applied all the force to his hand as he shoved the cameraman right straight into the crowd tumbling and stumbling knocking some other press and TV reporters over to the floor which slowed them down for a bit, the detective then led the chief out of the flashing lights as they went away from the barrier and the chief just paused at the sight of the bridge that led to the asylum off the edge of the city with a deep frown as he reached into his pant pocket to produce a lighter playing with the trigger thumb turning the gear.
"It's a damn mess, all of it. We just received reports of the bomber who was in the asylum a few hours ago and is now currently in full control of the situation, he attacked the building without any security actually figuring out who he was until he drove up to the gate where that black unmarked vehicle is. Reports and recordings we managed to scavenge from the building security cameras was the guards trying to fight off the bomber…he was too damn smart for them, you should come inside the police tent where we keep the security tapes." The chief spoke with flashes of anger and the urge to curse the bomber's name as he spat out the words, the two approaching a small white tent where the place was filled up to the corners with all sorts of devices on tables like communicators and officers sitting at the desks with earphones on just to try and cut into the asylum's personal security communications while other officers had strewn out documents of the grounds' layout and other such on the bomber's profile was even scattered out with a huge number of his cases from the past, the weight of the paperwork taken to complete his schemes are enough to strain a reviewer's eyes in just two hours going through about five cases. Cody eyed the chief who was standing next to him arms folded and a nervous twitch at the corners of his mouth while he reached out and took the document in his hands thumb pressed on the folder as he skimmed through the first few pages of the profile before he handed it right to his star employee who took it and read the main content as the chief spoke, the noise still buzzing outside as flashes of light from cameras could be seen through the thin fabric of the tent almost blinding them.
"That's the bomber himself. We have a profile of his crimes the past few years of his rampage, and what he has used in his tactics so far…can't believe that he would target us for arresting him but that's criminal scum like him, never letting off his pursuers and ensuring that he exacts revenge. However, there is one thing that we haven't gotten about him at all in the file…" the chief said in a low tone, his eyes aimed at Cody who just flipped through the entire bio page to find out more about the bomber's past or what the police managed to dig out from their archives, but as he reached the folder topic his eyes fell on the page before widening in surprise and flipped through the folder again before he landed back on the bio page.
Nothing. The bomber had absolutely no trace nor sliver of his past in the bio section of his profile, the whole damn page was blank with no information written into it at all…it was just like he never ever existed at all. Cody was puzzled and irritated, he couldn't understand why they knew his name but then they had no information from him or even the slightest clue where he was born in, his family members had not even told the authorities of him if they were here…the whole revelation seemed so false, Cody just glanced worriedly at the chief who answered his question with a shake of his aged head the light catching some of the dust falling out of his grey strands as he crossed his arms.
"That's the exact problem. No past, even his birth name is claimed to be Amos Casteon yet not one of his parents were present to even give us any important information about him or his name. Look at the psychology and medical health section taken during his lifetime the dates stated here are not even in the past but the ones we took in his custody five days ago, don't you find this weird?" Cody could just nod slightly; his mind was tuned in on the information displayed out in front of him with skepticism and doubts now formed in his head. The bomber had absolutely no mention of past, he had no medical examinations for God knows how many years before his capture and the fact he could not be trusted…they can never truly attribute his crimes for a reason of psychologically insanity, or else properly in effect with this limited information justice: thinking about it this way if he were insane but in his past was assumingly sane they would have no idea what affected him to act like he should and the judge would have to punish a possibly psychologically unstable man with a sentence to jail without further knowledge of the man.
"Haven't you checked the national archives? The country always keeps a tab on anyone who came into this country and out so we can understand his own personality and then we'll find what to do with his sentence, mental institution or life sentence." The chief could sigh in frustration at the dead ends, his hand indicated to a nearby communications officer and asked him to type in the nation profiles to search for Casteon's own name and origins. The officer scuttled to his seat as he sat down at the computer and his fingers flew all over the keys trying to find his assigned target, the screen filled with search engines used by the government agencies and local police departments to find any information on dangerous convicts that may have committed crimes before, the police chief and Cody sat at their seats at the table reviewing a recent video feed sent to them by the bomber himself who had been in the control room where this was recorded from. The chief spoke to Cody about the whole video summary but was reluctant to speak in great depth of the recording itself sending some sort of bad vibe in the detective's own mind, normally his boss was open and free speaking about any details important to the case but the attitude was replaced with that of a worried and reluctant man stressed by his job and the fact that his superiors were putting much worry on him, the puffy strained red eyes meeting his own focused fresh blue eyes as both men turned to the screen where the recording was being played. The scene that met them was complete chaos shocking the detective who stared right at the ruined surroundings.
The whole control room was filled with broken pipes that had protruded from their place in the walls; plaster was in piles below along with wires that were spilt out like entrails all over the floor stretching from the base of the control panel and even some spewed out from the ceiling hanging like nooses. The screen was deadly quiet for a few seconds which made the detective wonder if something was wrong with the camera used before a loud thud was heard in the background, Cody catching the signs of plaster being swept to the floor from above and as his eyes traveled upwards a sudden black figure fell through the ceiling bringing down the tiles with it clattering and crashing onto the tiled floor however under the light of the camera the figure was illuminated revealing a dead guard who had wire wrapped around his throat where the thin length had cut into the skin breaking it and blood started to flow out and stain the uniform before a laugh was heard originating from where the body was dropped, the figure leaping down to reveal a security guard bulletproof armor with the word 'security' written on it as the man leaned his face in holding a great big smile where the illuminating light revealed his face to the two police officers who had sickened looks on their faces.
"Hello coppers, I was expecting you to send your little errand boy…so I decided to cut a little deal with him. See this man, his name is Steven…say hello Ste-van." He grinned as he gestured to the dead security guard who was hanging by his feet dangling in the air, the hands going to the man's mouth grabbing it at the jaws and opened and closed them like he was controlling a puppet as though speaking to his horrified audience.
"Why didn't you save me?" The taunting voice of the bomber echoed in a high pitch tone was followed by a low chuckle as the criminal punched the dead man's face, the detective feeling enraged at his deed while the chief just closed his eyes and muttered to Cody silently 'it isn't over yet'. The bomber continued to stroll from side to side of the room speaking on to the video feed, his eyes were glowing brighter than the dark room itself as he sneered at the camera arms crossed behind him as he strode.
"I was thinking, coppers…how was the surprise I had for you back at the judicial court when I was sentenced to a mere 35 years in some pathetic mental institution and the little motorcade present I gave you? Weren't you just jumping with excitement when you caught the boom in the bag, raging in deep resentment no doubt, well…Steve seems to think so too isn't that right Steve?"
"You left me to die here…with him. I really want to kill you if I get out of here. Of course you wouldn't do that, because you're dead!" Casteon laughed hilariously at his sadistic joke, the officers could not believe what they were seeing on the screen that filled the computer. Cody didn't answer, his fists were shaking with deep-seated rage at the bomber who taunted them with a dead man's body, and does that man have absolutely no shame at all in his actions? For the first time in his life or even in his career, Cody was feeling a fit of justice sweep his body while he stared intently at the bomber's face as the criminal defiled the whole room with his presence it really stung, the young man however watched on to see what he would face in the bomber's own personality.
"Anyways, if you get this I would have had complete control of the asylum's own security so very sad for you, but I really thank Mr. Gardener for his great bequest of a gift for me in the form of the keys to the entire compound! The whole reward bounty is quite exquisite for me, minions who would unconsciously murder for me…I really should kill them, but then again why not leave this to the police! Hahahahahahaha! Oh, I almost forgot…if Cody is there watching trying to bring me to justice know this: you can beat me, but not before I break you in every single way possible so be prepared to lose your SANITY and so much more! HAHAHHAHAHHA!" The video ended with the words, the detective slammed his fist onto the table with such fury extremely incensed by the taunts and the bomber's madness sending papers flying and a crack was heard underneath him as he removed his hand to see a small puncture wound in the wooden surface. The chief could relate to the very feeling that Cody was experiencing, he had known that kind of look from the bomber during some of his own share of brutal and cunning murders ever committed in his time which gave him those similar feelings of hate towards them, that was why he continued his job to ensure that those brutal and apathetic killers were behind bars to keep the city from falling to such vile criminals.
"That criminal has the entire place in lockdown, but he has opened the front door only to you…he's really serious about his crimes so don't take him too lightly. I've heard worse about his crimes through other bureaus that sent us support to help sweep the asylum clean, and I know how big the burden to shoulder from some maniac but when you're in there…don't become like him." The chief warned the detective, his attention was also turned to the words that the bomber spoke of 'old friends' waiting for him in the asylum which sent bad vibes that he may recognize them from the show, all he could hope for now is that he could get to them before it was all too late.
Gwen unhappily sat in her room, a bedroom big as a small personal library she saw in those rich homes on TV with the light blue wall paint that stretch around her the bottom breaking up into small waves, the goth was at the bed twisting the tails of the sheets in her nimble fingers feeling the strain of the sheets tightening around them under a vice grip seeing her hand turn red from the tougher passage of bloodflow. She was downright confused with her own scattered thoughts right now, she could not even find any words to speak about it…the day had just kept on turning into more difficult situations, I mean, Cody had confessed his love to her secretly without her knowing and when she heard it the feeling of self-blame came into place due to reopened wounds from the past. She had tried to move on from Cody's rejection and try to find a good life with Duncan, but she always felt so empty that seemed to swallow her up whenever she was with her boyfriend like an abyss of blame on her for making Cody end like what he was at the reunion…and that moment she saw those accusing eyes shooting right at the camera made her freeze in place unable to register who he was, which brought her to cross-examine herself and Duncan causing some of the rifts between them and although both always made up right away they could not just forget the squirt who punched the punk for what he did to her, while Gwen could relate some of the things that Cody said about him to the source of some fights. Now…she just wasn't so sure, she couldn't really face Cody with these confessed feelings of his to her, could she?
She could just sigh and fall back on the bed head on the cushion that was the pillow, her eyes closed in pure confusion and worry for what Cody could be putting himself in this time with his career of a detective for the police department. Life was so cruel to her.
"Well, well, well…the little Lamb comes to be a sacrifice."
"Shut it and show yourself, Casteon. I want those bombs deactivated and you taken into custody, otherwise you want me to really start hurting you in order to make you do so." Cody yelled into the large entrance hall of the medical institution, the echoes of his voice traveled all over the place as the voice started to snicker. The detective found himself in a gothic recreation of the building, the hall was gloomy with boring grey concrete walls that sealed off any views outside to the city along with the main desk with a worn out symbol of the asylum which was triple triangles put together into an interlocking position, the phone and computer screens were fried with sparks coming out of the pieces of technology as the lights were shot right out with the shards of glass scattered all across the marble floor with a design of a Greek vase with paintings of people with bowed heads in loincloths, and behind them there were the figures of soldiers marching them into a city which had the symbol in the middle of this horrific mural. There was no bench but instead the words 'Entrance and Treatment Center' hung ominously over the large gate on the left which led right into the main compound, the voice started to snicker at the threat as the bomber let out an 'oooh' in taunting.
"Look here, big man with a gun and a copper's badge no less. But then again, why should I listen to dogs like you when you're just ruining my fun?" That seemed to send Cody into an enraged glare at the darkness shrouding its darker foe, the voice snarling at the invisible bomber hidden safely somewhere as the detective pointed his gun up at the roof ensuring an attack from above was virtually impossible as he tracked the voice continuing to boom, his hands resting on the entrance of the gate and unsurprisingly the door clicked open eerily with a creaking noise, the cop stealthily sneaking into the new room but the door suddenly slammed shut with a noise as the detective spun quickly to see a dark silhouette firing something into his chest the stunned moment broken with a buzz flowing through his body as he thumped to the floor unable to move as he came face to face with the man he tried to arrest for the second time holding a stun gun with a small cable attached to the end embedded into his chest, the bomber's sneer glowed under the moonlight illuminating the small circle in the middle of the floor where Cody had fallen into as he knelt over him.
"Hello Cody…welcome to the Madhouse. I hope that by the end of this you'll be the very vile character you never wanted to be, for now…sleep into oblivion." At the end, Cody felt his eyes go heavy unable to react as his world went much darker.
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