Let's Play a Game, Dejavo

The doctor clicked open the door, no light left save for the dulled silver moonlight to creep inside slowly but surely unaware of the dangers inside as the trio thought. Cody had no time to think really about the whole situation right now, right now he wanted to get to the rest of the contestants hoping he could save more of his old friends…the words from Gwen had sparked something in him he couldn't put a finger on but now he knew he wouldn't be a monster, the bomber will soon realize that when he shows up. For now the three kept on moving eyes peeled on the empty deserted hallway that led to the morgue, Crane had his eyes shifting from left to right more than the two were who did on occasion making Cody really feel nervous at his suspicious actions, his eyes went over to Courtney who had a hand protectively grabbing her other elbow looking around but still kept her eyes to the ground. Cody could only offer a small smile before he looked onward, Casteon may have in mind to destroy him but then what good use would it be to him when his trump card is beat…or is there something more?

"You're nearly there, can't say I'm really impressed. Detective, you really are something else to suddenly have the strength to carry on after that beating…are you hurt anywhere?" The taunting voice over the speaker continued the usual business of trying to provoke him, Cody glared hard at a nearby security camera past the offices indicating how much he could take of the bomber's insults now. The bomber merely chuckled at the camera where he saw the face of Cody eyeing him down, it really was a shame for him that he had lost his trump and that the detective now believed with his girlfriend encouraging him on with constant strengthening he knew his position was being compromised…but that did not mean that he couldn't break that connection now could he? He was shut up in a small dark room serving as his second hideout, the whole eerie theme of dead guards as usual piled up the floor but there was no stench so Casteon guessed that right now he would have to kick the game up a notch.

"The bombs are already set around the city, so sad that now I have to resort to this…oh who am I kidding? He busted my trump to turn him into the blacker devil, and so many people think right now he can move on from that…so sad though if I cannot break him anymore I guess Gwenny's got to go insane, starting with the obvious." He spoke silently to himself as his finger twitched over a button on his laptop, clicking it to switch the current screens of different homes, each one depicting scenes of peace and quiet really but then…all that will change he guessed when he started to break the contestants into maddened souls. But first, Casteon now turned to look for a nearby television screen to hook the link to that will cross paths with them his eyes finding the very spot he needed as he quickly moved to his new change of tactics.

"Hello, Detective. I see you've recovered from your little illness of the head, bah…you are so damn annoying listening to your girlfriend talk to you like that it makes me sick." The bomber spoke over the intercom, Cody stopped still as he and the other two watched the security cameras that angled onto them eyeing the hidden watcher behind the screen. Suddenly a loud clank could be heard, the sound of metal eerily screaming down as the doctor turned to see the gates on both sides of the hallway come down to a slam on the metal floor but Crane knew they were as good as trapped anyway even if they attempted to slide out of the way, the asylum was built this way to effectively trap any escapee from fleeing the area before it was too late to catch them so besides the pacification system it was kind of a fail safe. Cody stood his ground, right now most of his grudges were lifted though not all and he was now certain he wouldn't fall right then and there for his enemy to gloat upon, his eyes glaring right at the lens to the very bomber watching the screen with fascination.

"I know your story, an orphan who lost everyone he cared about and is alone…you saw me on the seasons and watched as I lost battle after battle to win a girl's heart. That's why you chose me, you wanted me to turn into another miserable wretch like you! I'm done playing sympathy, I'm done trying to feel sorry for myself when that happened!" Casteon laughed at the statement, he couldn't believe what he was hearing from the very person he considered his intellectual superior was a freaking dolt! He continued his amused laughter roaring into the speaker, to the detective's surprise as Courtney suddenly pointed to an office where a bright light weirdly glowed brightly from the office they were standing outside from, her eyes were terrified slightly as her finger shivered into her hand again Crane suspiciously looking right at the office door which opened when he placed his hand on the cold metal.

"Strange, this isn't supposed to happen at all…" Cody couldn't catch the mummer as he looked around the walls surrounding them hearing a distinct scratching noise that seemed to go on and on before the chatter of a rat kept the detective on his toes as he spoke back to Crane full of confusion while Courtney ducked behind the two timidly whimpering slightly much to the laughter of the bomber.

"What do you mean this isn't supposed to happen? I thought the bomber could control everything in the asylum…" Crane interrupted him as he slowly pointed to the wall behind, a fearful look in his eyes as Cody puzzled turned his head back looking at the barrier but what met him instead was just dark empty air that blew its breath into his face, the detective now unsure of what to make of reality as he looked for Courtney to find her missing from their sight vanished into thin air as the hallway seemed to break away from the edges of the reality. Crane now took the time to speak the words he dreaded to say to the detective who was staring at him demanding an answer, his head hung down in a feeling of fear and dread.

"Cody…didn't you realize?" Cody was now very confused by the doctor's own words of realization not catching onto the man's point before Crane simplified it in one simple sentence.

"The morgue did not have offices. The hallway was quite different, didn't you think? When we were there first there were stone statues of angels guiding them, so now…" Cody suddenly felt his eyes tighten shut as he opened them a second later the image of Crane disappearing into bright thin air, his breathing was heavy and full of a sudden look of guilt as he looked around. He was back in the main hall where he and Crane with Courtney was with the angels and the whole gloomy features of the gothic staircase still visible in his view but a nagging feeling felt so different it pricked his skin…Cody suddenly felt a sudden tear develop under his eye, the whole drop looking like a large shiny opal diamond as he mentioned Courtney's name inside of his head again only to have the same result the detective now wiping the pouring tears that appeared in his eyes rubbing it clearly with all his might until he could hear again the voice of Crane muttering silently but when Cody opened his eyes when the tears dried itself off, the main hall was in his eyeball glance but this time he saw something different evident in his plain sight but he couldn't figure out what as he heard distant voices coming from the direction on his right as the young man turned towards the same direction where he had come out from, a puzzled look enveloped in his mind as he heard the noises of conversation he had made earlier with Gwen…Gwen! He could remember now, he heard the distinct confession and the date she asked for when he got out of there…

Hiss. A small hissing noise suddenly caught him by surprise as he watched the three figures pass by him of Crane, Courtney and Cody still walking down that flight of stairs towards the morgue. But to the detective's utter shock, instead of expecting Gwen's message the three look-alikes fell right down to the ground their eyes were blank slated and fingers twitched uncontrollably as Cody felt his body jerk, sending him forwards to look upon the scene with shock and horror at the images that were his. Now one thing rang in his mind as his eyes were forced to look upon the knocked out bodies and what next to them appears to be a pipe bent into shape the beaten sides told him that someone had purposefully planted it there for them, but before he could contemplate the room suddenly spun sending the detective to his feet as his head was jerked as if by force throwing him forward and guided him by wheeling him around to the main hall as he glanced wide-eyed at something he never noticed only for a millisecond before Crane's unfinished sentence was heard over the dark glassy gloomy hall. The gaps where the statues with their poses and bright lanterns were no longer there, it was just like…just like they never existed.

"Why weren't there the statues when you received that call from Gwen? And if that is true…why are you lying there when you should be answering that call?"

"Master Cody! Master Cody! Can you read me, hello?" Valen's panicked voice spoke across the line, his eyes worriedly picking up on the signal the communicator indicated as Gwen leapt from her seat. She had been helping the older butler for the time being since she was awake, searching the internet for some information and collecting calls from Valen's own group of old friends who she had to explain herself for much to the fact she hid about Cody though some seemed to know him, telling of the old man who appreciated the family's own generosity with such a talented and smart young man to look after…but something inside of her told her that she had not yet made her choice about Cody. Surely she would have come to a conclusion right about now but the situation of him being in danger became the goth's top priority now and she would help him to the end, a returning the favour if you would for all the times he had been there for her. Concerned and worried, the young woman jumped for the main desk of the office her eyes looked at Valen wondering what had happened to Cody right now, he could be in some sort of danger they didn't know about.

"What happened? Is Cody still alright?"

"He is, Miss Gwen. But there was something strange…" Gwen now had a cold shiver running down her spine at the very mention of strange as she gulped down the dark thoughts of Cody's bleeding body lying somewhere in that very asylum from a mad villain that took the city by its chokehold.

"What do you mean strange?" At this Valen pointed to a small yellow arrow that lit up the whole screen with the image in a layout of what Gwen seemed to assume is the blueprint on the structure of the asylum, and the glowing yellow arrow staying still right at the main hall should be Cody himself. The butler had designed the Bluetooth differently with a few new modifications he did to it when he managed to buy one of it with the connection wire to the computer, he had wired it to send a GPS signal independent of the current communications the bomber had managed to cut off from local connections but this time it came right from the entrance to the morgue staying there for more than a minute.

"Something is happening right down there, he's not been responding for the last fifteen minutes."

Casteon smiled brightly at the screen, the change in tactics worked when he used the Nightmare gas to knock them out at the morgue entrance. He had to admit the doctor had done a great job in producing the gas, and that was a feat he had to thank him for…once they break under the strain of such a powerful gas in action he saw at the aviary and now he had a whole storage containment room to use for his leisure. A brilliant plan at best, using a voice altering device to speak to Cody hacking into the connection from the signal and convinced the young man it was his beloved butler and Gwen speaking to him, while they were distracted Casteon had slipped in the gas through the pipe he bent earlier when he escaped from the greenhouse towards them slipping some Nightmare in watching the three pass out…genius, he would have to have an award for this.

The bomber relaxed himself in his chair, right now he didn't have to do anything with them facing their fears after he gave them such a convincing act it seemed like a dream…but that was only the mellowing of their mental defenses for a direct mind attack. The weakness of the detective made him sicker, the fact he was so dependent on his friends was bad enough but now they were out of the house and picture it was just the detective and he alone in a fight of minds. Sighing in satisfaction, the bomber grinned at the words Cody spoke aloud about the orphan who was him losing his parents to a criminal who murdered the child's parents…ah, that brings back memories and a great big smile to his face as he recalled the profile taken on the child who was named Amos Casteon without any information about him, the detective now thinks he's trying to attack his sanity and turn him into someone of the criminal's caliber.

How stupid are the ones who assume such fantasies, in truth he didn't do this for money or for some sort of pathetic revenge…nor was it turning the detective into a monster. How stupid are they to think that he was just an orphan who actually lost his parents to a criminal, but then the government does trust everything they have in their archives. There was one simple game and one purpose only for such an obvious motive; they were just too stupid to realize it…

"Well now, let's see what you really fear. I should enjoy such a show." He said as he watched the twitching moving bodies of the three opponents as they started to stand up, but if anyone looked at the camera angle closely at their faces you could see that their eyes were blank slated and an empty look that would chill anyone to the bone.

Cody couldn't really find himself moving, his arms and legs were held down to the concrete floor like glue his wrists flapped up and down as his thighs slammed itself onto the concrete. He fought the invisible restraints but eventually he felt himself lose control of his limbs, wrists and thighs smashed into the hard floor bringing him to cringe and hiss at the pain before he took a good look around hearing the familiar sound of water running peacefully to the sound of crickets chirping as his eyes fell on the glass roof, a pang of recognition filled his thoughts as the detective swept the environment eyeing the area around him. It was indeed the place; it was the aviary that he was there earlier when they were trying to save both Heather and Courtney along with the mad patients and Crane…Crane! He shot his head side to side but he found nothing, his eyes in a bit of a panic as he scoured the floor from the limited field of vision he was given but nothing was to be seen of the doctor, just great…Cody thought bitterly as thoughts about the doctor ditching him seriously in question again.

"Awake already, Cody?" The familiar voice resounded around the glass reverberating itself in the building having a slight shake, Cody felt his skin prick with his hairs standing up on end aware of the presence of the bomber somewhere. He lifted himself up, suddenly realizing he was free of his bonds now it was time for him to look around for Casteon…if this was the aviary, Cody thought as he blinked several times and rubbed his eyelids to prevent any sort of hallucinations wiping his blue orbs with his sleeve at the unfamiliar landscape mixed of the plants and the fountain he saw when he was there but this time things had changed with the detective staring right up into the sky which was dark orange the clouds were hazy providing no line of sight for him. Crap, where is this place? Casteon did this, but where are Crane and Courtney…Courtney that bitch she probably was working with the bomber…he slapped himself, Courtney wasn't part of the scheme as a perpetrator but she was just an innocent hostage that he had grudges against, the whore was dragging Duncan away from Gwen and this made him angrier as he clenched his fists forcing the fingernails to dig into his skin.

"C'mon Cody, you're the detective…why don't you tell me where I am? Or are you scared?" The last word sent a shiver down the detective's spine as he spun around the room to see where the criminal was hiding in the garden, his ears however picked up multiple footsteps coming right from behind and within the cover of the bushes aware of a possible ambush by the patients again to finish him no doubt alone, while the doctor and that bitch ran off leaving him alone…

"Damnit! What am I saying?" Cody exclaimed drawing his pistol at the shadows, a feeling of dread now coursed through his veins while confusion filled his arteries rendering him vulnerable with the amount of footsteps pattering crunching on leaves and twigs, snapping branches and rustling of the natural bush. Then, when he looked back at the large lake he saw a dark tall figure in a security uniform walk towards him smiling broadly with a menacing look in his eyes black dark hair neat and properly combed while green venomous accusing orbs attacked the detective to the core as Cody stared at the man in shock hands shivering on the pistol.

"T-Trent?"

"Poor, poor Cody…lying there all alone and weak. Let me help you clear your mind, just stay still and DIE!" Trent yelled, his hand drawing a pistol of his own firing two bullets at the detective who just dived out of the way feeling one scrape his knee before he hit the concrete his shoe sliding against the hard floor the detective could have sworn the sole was burnt clean off. He faced the grinning guitarist, armed now with dual semi-automatics aimed at his chest Trent now speaking again this time in a monotone voice with a dark tone to the words.

"Cody, Cody…you want to play a game? I have the perfect one for you: Heads and Tails. How about it? Ready for a toss…or a BULLET!" The guitarist screamed as he fired wildly at Cody who placed his palm on the concrete to avoid the stray bullets following the blind will of their wielder, chips of concrete flew across the air as Cody avoided the onslaught his back hitting something hard alerting him to jump out of the way quickly as a hiss in the air reveal to him as he spun around a large cavalry sabre in the newcomer's hand while Cody tried to squint to see the last person the detective wanted to see, long dark hair with a green tint at the center wearing a jet black hoodie appeared out of the darkness as he recognized the piercing.

"No, it can't be…" the stranger sneered as he raised his blade over his head speaking darkly as Cody looked back to see Trent reloading his pistols still holding that same sadistic smile before he looked back at the smiling man.

"Oh yeah it is, Duncan in the house to squash myself a dorkus who took my baby away from me. You hit me the last time we met...now its time I am the one who smashes YOU."

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