Welcome to My World, Medical Meltdown
Got exams, so…yeah sorry for the long wait
Cody swore at the bomber, his own eyes blazing with molten fury ready to pound the smiling man's face into the ground when he saw him next as they stood there stunned at the sudden announcement of the bomber's own honest word the unthinkable had happened: Casteon had just set bombs off into the city killing innocents, recalling the last warning from the bomber about just blowing up the bombs should others infiltrate the asylum…but the lives of the chief and the others stationed at the bridge were no more, meaning hardly any sort of backup when they manage to overrun the bomber's position and it strained the city's resources to the limits. Cody recognized the style of Amos' own methods in his strategic threats and rushing them for time, while the action was based on them in Cody's own theory if he was correct the city would fall under threat anyway whether they capture him or not…it was called terrorism, but despite that the bomber seemed to have made it work efficiently and effectively: the city will panic and soon order will break down to chaos, just the way that Casteon had planned from the beginning. He clutched his gun in his hands much more securely almost close to latching onto the trigger that he swore to himself will end the bomber once and for all, the Night Ops commander stood with her face stern and hardened as ever with the bad news already piling up one after another the bridge to get in here was destroyed and the fact was they were now stuck in a house for nutcases running absolutely free following their own rules with abandon, even including shooting anyone like her or her team and that did not sit well for either her or the detective still standing in his place hands shaking violently with rage. Knowing the man's own character, Izzy figured Cody was definitely doing some self-blame for forgetting Casteon's own bombing of his boss and other innocents unconfirmed to be hit by the blasts, coupled with his losing of Gwen to that no good for nothing Duncan still affecting his reaction to the other contestants…yep, Izzy should be counting herself lucky to be one of the people off Cody's hit list to not talk to politely the commando now placing her hand on Cody's own at the trigger with a smile for comfort, she knew that the man needed it more than anything in his life.
"Cody, try and concentrate on the job. If you slip now, you'll be falling into the most simplest of Amos' own traps to ensnare you in his game…right now he's already pulling the strings, and it took months of good solid planning to ensure that he got what he wanted to be in. Even if you blame yourself, or anyone else including me, that madman would still have gotten away with this crime anyway…I don't want to see you fall." She tried to reason with his rational thoughts now, the detective was in a state of shock and no attempt of sympathy will change his own decision to try and kill the bomber. Izzy had dealt with this kind before on the battlefield when she had to oversee a small group of soldiers in Afghanistan for about three weeks, during which the Navy Seal found herself subjected to the full extent of seeing men break down into psychological terror rendered completely useless to fight nor to even live a peaceful civilian life, and Izzy tried her best to appeal to them with rational and less emotional words: she knew that when a person is in emotional trauma that it wasn't wise to try and sympathize nor make them think she was instead she appealed to the sensible side of the brain, sometimes it worked for the stronger minded men who went back on their two feet a few days from the talk ready than ever to see through the end of the war but she did witness the total collapse of some to the point of no return, ending the war in tragedy with madness and admittance into a mental asylum back home overseas…it was a constant sight that she abhorred to the death, Izzy did care for her unit no matter how bitchy they could be at the end of the day she wouldn't hear one single ungrateful 'thanks' from each of the soldiers she treated like her brothers and sisters so she had experience with this kind of frustration. Cody listened to the words carefully, his mind recalling the chief's own words to him which warned of a fall but a fall from what? The detective had not known what was on the chief's own mind when he said the words altogether, although he had the smarts sometimes it didn't help him understand such riddles from some who seem to know more than they should about a matter…wait, more than they should…
"Izzy, has Casteon made a call outside yet? If what I suspect is correct, then he might have contacted someone else outside to help him move the bombs while he cooped himself here for the perfect bait planning something behind our backs. I want to find out what that could be and hurry, it will be important while I check out Medical for the cure I can find there for the Nightmare gas poisoning." Cody ordered the orange-haired teammate as she nodded, indicating to some technicians of the group to get started on the interceptor while the detective joined the doctor to make their way with Courtney towards the main hall, Izzy stopped short in stride and recalled the bomber able to take them out with just gas…they will need an escort for this in case the criminal showed his face there to intercept them. Clicking her gun with a full ammo magazine into the clip, she followed up towards the trio smiling slightly at their faces while she stepped through the group to lead them.
"Guys, it's not safe. Amos and I fought before, he may not look like it…but from what I experienced he is far better at hand-to-hand and handle explosives and guns, in fact when he attacked me in my home well…I had four ribs broken, a twisted arm and gunshot wounds to my leg along with him nearly taking out my eyes with a knife." The list of injuries right then seemed to make Cody's one look like a minor bruise as the three of them just stared right agape at Izzy's own battle result, then at each other in total and complete surprise. Casteon knew how to fight? Cody frowned deeper at that, Crane just bit his lip with a bit of anger at it…both of them had known the bomber for his incredible thinking and explosives used to take out his targets and guns being the common weapon, but for him to actually beat up Izzy and toss her around like that put a dreaded look on both their faces. Izzy noticed their stunned looks before she gave them a simple shrug of her lean armored shoulders as she put on the protective helmet for safety, a worried look also enveloped on her face at the prospect of meeting the bomber again and beating her.
"Don't try to worry too much, just hope that he doesn't show up already at Medical." She just said with a doubtful hope as they entered the door to the branch of the asylum.
Casteon was waiting for them at Medical for fifteen minutes straight, the excitement in the bomber was tingling like a rash which gave him the tickles down his spine while he spun on the chair towards the melted body of Alejhandro a deep grin running through the lips while the criminal walked up to the dead man seeing the disfigured gooey face left of the handsome devil, the bomber taking his hands on the exposed jawbone which the bomber had to tear through a layer of skin and flesh to move it his mouth mimicking the voice like he used to do.
"Hello, my name is Alejhandro…and I'm a dead mess. I cannot wait to see Cody get killed by you, Casteon. Hehehehe, a rare talent you dead man…not bad for being a lump of skin and bones now are you Mr. Toughnuts?" He spoke darkly to the dead body as he picked up a hammer with an accompanying box of nails, raising it to the dead man's polluted face as he faked the voice again finding a guilty pleasure in reveling the Latino's own last moments when he threw that bucket of acid all over that damaged face, recalling the man's screams and yells of terrors while Casteon stood there smiling sadistically at his melting rotting face before it died down to a grim silence. That earlier flood of fear gave the bomber more strength than ever before, he felt much more satisfied but with the hammer and nails at his disposal as the criminal glared at the body…it was not enough.
He needed more fear.
"No! Anything but the hammer and nails!" The bomber had a small chuckle even while he spoke the words in a mimicked voice unable to take the hidden glee and pride in what he was about to do, he was enjoying torturing this post mortem sack of a piñata for the surprise at Medical…and what better way to invite his own guests with a surprise than their own nemesis, Casteon found nails were the best way to decorate.
"SHUT IT! It's time I gave you a lesson!" Casteon yelled in delight as he took a nail and without mercy or afterthought drove the first one in, squirting blood and pus all over the body as he drove another one this time into the eye sockets watching them spew out remains of the eyeball and other sorts of skin molted into a twisted shell. The bomber drove nail after nail with a resounding squish with blood spilling continuously on his face, the criminal constantly stopping to chew on the small pieces of flesh and blood like it was a savoring morsel for his small appetite teeth crushing and squeezing the liquid nutrients out of the skin while he sucked on it with his tongue enjoying the art he was making. It took twenty agonizing minutes, the crunching of bones as he punched in the iron randomly on the melted face smashing and grinding and chewing on the flesh while he continued his twisted job on the dead body grounded to a halt as the bomber stepped back and took a delightful look at his own masterpiece, the skull was driven in with lots of protruding rounded heads like pins except that blood spurted and flowed down in rivers from what he had been doing for about half an hour. Casteon took his own sweet time to count the nails with glee at the amount he could drill in, but he lost count at thirty when a small beep on his laptop alerted him to the incoming message that popped right up on the window the bomber now sighed, his eyes fell to his artwork for a agonizing moment before he turned back to business now bringing the screen to produce the face of a man in a police officer's uniform standing at the computer keyboard still stained with fresh blood from the shooting earlier as Casteon gave a slight smirk at the results he was seeing before he addressed the man formally.
"So, have you done as I have asked?" The officer nodded, his dark black smoldering eyes gave off a hint of anger and sadistic nature surrounding him while the corners of his lips twitched into a large smile, gesturing to the obvious dead body pushed off the chair blood splatter still obvious on the head rest of the seat.
"Yes, Casteon…the message that D wanted to send has been directed straight to the police department and the mayor's own office, they will take the warning seriously and head to the location. Are our orders now changed with the informant dead?" Casteon answered with a calm but imposing composure, his eyes for the first time narrowed into a near slit and his face formed into a stern gesture causing his insider to almost cough nervously at the very sight of the criminal's own face gazing blankly and glazed with severity, a deep frown quickened to replace his cool attitude for the night. The man tugged at his collar, he had heard of stories that the informants who worked for him always died by Casteon's hand and the additional stories that the bomber had been an acquaintance of their employer even one that included him nearly killing the boss scared him beyond terror, seeing the duality of Casteon's own character as a cold calculated murderer and a sadistic mannered man at the same time gave him shivers before he replied quickly with a stutter.
"Yes, Harvard 'Dent' Deston. You can engage in the next stage of our plan, make sure the mayor and the police catch on to your trail while I continue to deceive the detective and his friends…speaking of which, I have a special torture for him once he gets to Medical. Oh yes, one last thing on my mind before we cut connection: have you gotten the new goods?" Harvard gave a silent nod, aware of what the bomber was talking about with the arrival of several crates by other members ready to strike at the city itself. The voice that echoed through the simple bedroom was very low and threatening like a suffocating feeling that plagued his own thoughts the more he stared at the face of the cold bomber, the symbolic smile still dissipating into the very air waiting patiently for his helper to respond…he couldn't blame him, his work had spread far and wide to the ends of Canada and America making Casteon an infamous criminal so it was no surprise the man was practically shivering and panicking to himself about the criminal's own line of patience. One thing that the bomber never told anyone or even his own interrogators in his custodies across the years was always that he was very patient than the collection of policemen who were always on the ball alert as well as being trippy in some cases, Amos found great pleasure in irritating them to extreme lengths of frustration with tests of patience infuriating most people…rarely in his career had he seen so much irritancy than death.
"Y-Yes, Casteon. It seems you had a lot of supplies to even produce such weaponry…haven't they already been tested on any subject before?"
"Do not worry yourself, I have tested it during Cody's little stay here…it'll work. If it doesn't then my bombs will be the last card used, otherwise failure will surface and we'll face the prospects of it happening to us; but don't panic yet, before we are done for tonight all of us will have brought the city's own order crumbling to pieces. It is certain: we will live or die, but our damage is collateral." Casteon spoke almost like a typical strategist, insisting on his method to work effectively and efficiently for working his goal watching the man nod near that of a dumbfounded person as Casteon took the silence as a reassurance, closing the top of his laptop aware of the dead body behind him ready for fulfillment of a decoration cutting the transmission. He strode towards the body, he knew that the orange-haired she devil would have technicians taking notes of his plans but the bomber had knowledge of what to deal with interceptors, all he needed was a dead piñata to complete the welcome into Medical when they arrived for their cure.
And sacrifices of some dead Night Ops to silence some mouths will also be required on his list.
"You got how many injuries?" Cody asked, frankly stunned with the whole talk by Izzy about having suffered so much in a fight inside her home against Casteon that sent shivers tingling again down his spine at the fact that frail man could fight. Izzy noted the sudden interest in her own sufferings as she decided since they were old friends and teammates at one point or another, she must fill in the details of what she knew about the bomber and his fighting style though dark glances caught Cody's gaze. Courtney and Crane were clearly disturbed by the commander's own assessment of the criminal they were hunting but in Courtney's own case, something she didn't want to encounter at all when they get to Medical even with the protection of three people but the doctor was a great help and scared her to death when he was dressed in intimidating clothing…Courtney hated to admit it to herself but there were bad vibes rubbing off this man beside her who she couldn't label as a good guy exactly, when they met something just didn't feel right at all. What was scarier was Cody's new self and that began to worry her to new ends, what had become of the nice sweet fellow and all the self-confidence was tarnished by the reality of his words before she caught onto a glare shot at her from the detective himself while in mid-conversation with the Night Ops commander, telling her a warning plain and simple.
Don't try anything or you'll die.
The smoldering coals known as his eyes were all that was left of the person they all knew, Courtney didn't know about Heather's own thinking about the changed man who was taking hits and fighting back as ruthlessly or violently as she thought but then again she would never know anyway…the ex-counselor had to stop herself right there, she couldn't say much of her escape from that madman's clutches and of Heather her own rival for close to two seasons for her bad attitude and smugness. She started to get along in the third season where she was softened and much more subtle in her actions, not many prideful or manipulative words spoken against the other contestants and even went as far as to warn them like the eliminated competitors that Alejhandro was the real villain in the game controlling their actions to get where he wanted to be…Courtney couldn't help but shed a tear for the loss of the ex-queen bee now drowned and dead in the middle of a large water lake, she clenched her fists at the sight of Casteon's smirking face flashing once enough to make the woman swear justice against him.
Cody on the other hand forewarned the woman with that glare of his, it always sent his subordinates into deep regret on their choices of words when arguing with the man and Cody wasn't one to swear at all but only when he chose to which in this case it was up against stubborn and completely arrogant officers who wanted to pick a fight with the best top detective in the department, and the seasoned detective always proved that point about him being humble but dangerous…with the payment of the police department losing some men due to limbs being broken or even if he was in a bad mood, beaten to the point of death so he drove that stake home. Once he was suspended for a month due to the fact he beat down a challenger to the point of death with a pipe and shot his kneecaps directly, and from what he heard later a permanently crippled man living on a pension sending a smirk to his face though the chief sighed at him hand dug into his scruffy hair.
"I just can't have more men lose their bones, or limbs even! I know you're a prodigy at this detective stuff but we can't have you going around hitting and fighting the other officers no matter what they said to you, we don't want other unfortunate accidents and lawsuits!" The chief knew damn well what he meant when he spoke to him confronting him all about this situation that deprived him of the necessary men needed in this fight, and Cody had no qualms nor complaints about it all. However all that fighting was necessary, to continue the act of a simple humble officer who was seemingly innocent of any violence and it also was with intent for the young detective rooting out, as he saw it, the hot-headed as well as the unworthy ones he deemed as degenerates who didn't deserve such an honor…he even kept tabs on the corrupt to arrest them as soon as possible without any authority, call it dishonest and somewhat vigilante-like for him but then again they were the ones in the wrong. Cody learnt one thing from the academy on his own and it's that he couldn't really trust anyone with the blood on their hands to the point he decided to be the hawk stalking his prey, constantly eyeing the criminals for any wrong moves and he'll move in to arrest. Right now he had a boiling rage to smash someone, and the criminal should provide that satisfactory replacement than those corrupted bastards.
"He's an unpredictable character, Cody. I just didn't understand his moves at all, not one bit when he swung a single small metal pipe at me seemingly wildly but there was something in his movements…" Izzy's own wonderment brought the detective back to the trailing conversation, his thoughts now focused on the present situation at hand while scars ran over his body from that nightmare he had and the worst part was that with each passing step Cody like the other two could feel stinging pains in their wounds like salt had ran into them. Cody felt his vision blur a second before he tried to steer himself on course, trying to receive the information as much as he could about Casteon's fighting style but the ringing in his head occasionally blotted out the conversation as Izzy took a concerned look at the young man rubbing his head with a sweaty palm, stopping halfway to look at the detective almost ready to swoon and fall over.
"Cody, are you alright? You should stay here if you're not feeling well, the gas must be hitting you really hard from what I can see…you're smashed." The Night Ops commander spoke in a worried tone, Cody could pick up a sense of care though hidden from the two as he slapped his hand on the tiled wall trying to balance himself but while he looked at the three he could notice the doctor's neck tensing up as Crane felt the gas' own effects take hold of him, the scientist and doctor couldn't really get used to such a weapon…it was the first time he was exposed to this dangerous hazardous material and the nightmares proved most sinister in its own way, but he had not taken enough of those antidote pills he slipped in earlier during the aviary brawl it had run out as he took them in a hurry. His head was swirling but he tried to concentrate on other issues besides the fact time for the next attack was seemingly on the horizon of things, his eyes fell to the small wristwatch of monotone silver as he pulled back the coat sleeve almost alarmed at the time spent on just trying to reach the vicinity when fighting back some subjects back in the last hallway.
"Thirty minutes remaining, we must get to the Medical facility quickly!" He spoke worriedly as he stormed ahead of the group, Izzy having no trouble in taking the detective by the shoulder and slowing her pace to match the dizzy man's own disgruntled mindset, the group reaching the hospital doors leading to Medical as Crane hurriedly slotted in his card opening the security bypass and opened the double doors with both hands. What met the other three's faces was that of awe and some feeling of dread pricking the hairs of their skin as they entered.
Inside the room known as Medical was an extensive block, the height of the section reached to the large height of a cathedral with flying buttresses lining the building's roof in an orderly fashion the stone as grey as a tombstone. The statues this time were different, instead of angels and other sorts of men standing with lamps encased in their stone prisons a more twisted sight met them with men standing proudly at the gaps in the walls, but this time they were eyeing the strangers intently stone eyes glaring upon the visitors and the men themselves were not even human…no, they were instead demon-faced angels with the twisted imagery of blank faces alongside gauntleted fists clenching an assortment of ancient weapons Cody figuring out the first two each carrying a trident and a gladius, the shield left hanging at the figure's thighs as Crane took a quick glance at the offices that lined both sides of the whole hallway reaching to new heights of the roof but stopped just a few metres off filled by the three storey blocks, gothic doors hung out on the carpet like a street spiral staircases hung around the edges of the blocks gathering height towering over them. The stain-glass windows still dominated the scene though with its large reflection of the moon glaring right through it, shining and lighting the section as Crane instantly turned on his heel and stalked towards one of the offices while the others picked up speed, Cody could not get more than five steps before another spasm of pain coursed through his head sending visions flashing in his head stunning him completely while the same happened to Courtney however her eyes turned bloodshot at that moment when it struck sending her to the floor on her knees forcing the woman down in that position much to the shock of Izzy who rushed towards them, Crane however wasted no time in opening the door to the room that had a plague saying 'Lab' engraved on it feeling some of the effects but he managed to suppress it in the back of his mind as he rubbed his shoulder muttering silently violating the neat lab racks for the antidote, hurried fingers scattering various other tubes to find the right one his face forming into a grimace at the startling discovery as he swore slamming a fist into the wall feeling the pain course through his body before rushing out towards Izzy who was kneeling over the two bodies in pain on the carpet concern lining her face and irritancy at the doctor's own neglecting of the job assigned creasing into an incensed growl.
"GODDAMNIT! They're dying over here, where the freaking antidote!"
"I tried to find it, but there isn't any…the whole stack seemed to have just disappeared completely off the lab!" Crane answered back, the Night Ops commander could sense displeasure at the loss from the man as she looked at both Cody and Courtney just holding their heads screaming and yelling in pain, tears coming out of Courtney's eyes while Cody's were simply going blank as death scaring the doctor as he searched his brain for answers walking around the room before a single solution came onto the man's mind snapping his fingers alerting Izzy to the idea forming as she kept the assault rifle to her chest eyes almost popping in surprise.
"You don't mean that…he took it? HE FUCKING knew we were here?" Izzy's own exclamation seemed to trigger a response with the distinct sound of rope being lowered by a heavy object, it seemed unlikely that it could be the bomber going for a direct noisy attack but Izzy couldn't care less as she aimed the rifle and poured in a couple of rounds into the masked figure flying down towards them, blood however was not spilling out from the face where she had fired several rounds hearing the ping of bullets hitting something hard before the body fell with a whoomph the rope catching its height just in time to hang it on the right spot, the room became deathly silent as the rope creaked under the strain swinging the riddled body like a pendulum counting down to a time seeming for an eternity. Now downright curious, Izzy cautiously approached the dead body not just concerned for the others' lives but her own as well with the masked stranger hanging at a very dangerous radius to theirs, and if she wasn't careful Casteon would kill them with a bomb strapped tightly around the waist of this human sacrifice…hopefully for both Cody and Courtney's sakes, the Night Ops commander slowly reached out her emerald green eyes narrowing at what could come out of this as she grasped the cloth gripping it feeling her fingernails dig into the fabric before the woman took a breath, tearing the black cloth aside and flung it to the floor while she covered her mouth at the horrid sight she saw, Crane thought he was about to lose his dinner at the grisly end of another life in the twisted ways of Casteon's as he swore death upon the bomber's head.
"Alejhandro too…he's becoming serious to kick up his game." Izzy said in a harsh whisper it almost sounded like a death threat, her voice turning to a growl at the mention of Casteon and a shed of pity laid with the Latino manipulator. Sure she and the others were fooled by his personality and they always wished he would meet a miserable life's end when they were still on the show trying to deal with the new people who were twice as messed up as they were, but now seeing the product of those ill-wishes brought regret with it…what could she say as she forced herself to eye the nails embedded into the man's melted head presumably by acid, but the sight looked like a plastic mannequin without a face or hair the smell of rotting flesh filled the air choking them. Suddenly as on cue, a cruel and amused laugh echoed around the vicinity alerting Izzy and Crane to eye the surroundings for Casteon who had appeared right onto a balcony above them, his black shoes clacking onto the tiled base while the duo stepped back to look upon the bomber's grinning face as he cackled at the dead body of Alejhandro still hanging above them.
"Well, well, well…look who started the party without good ol' me. It's Izzy and Craney along with my fallen detective and his bitch. Tell me; tell me…what do you think I was doing while waiting for you all those minutes you spent being tossed around in Nightmare World? Well actually, I think the answer is quite obvious: he does look handsome without a face doesn't he?" He asked with a sneer on his face, the dark abyssal orbs found the unconscious dreaming detective alongside Courtney fallen face flat on the ground eyes shut tight much to Casteon's own amusement as he ran a palm through his dark hair. Izzy on the other hand wasn't too bemused by the man's own actions this night, he had blown up the bridge on the city and several unimportant buildings along the way…even the brave commando had some doubts for the city's fate watching intently while Crane choked, fighting the urge to collapse into sleep for fear of the gas' disastrous effects blinking as he raised his gun to aim at the scuttle of footsteps on the catwalks connected to the blocks looking up at the mass of patients armed to the teeth with bludgeoning items snarling and hissing at them, the doctor for once felt a small tinge of fear from the overwhelming numbers and his supply of gas around his belt. Casteon on the other hand laughed maniacally as he raised his arms in signal while the patients of the madhouse started to laugh with him in unison, a powerful and dreadful sight of men waving pipes and as Izzy's hawk vision could provide grenades with the pins still attached to them causing her to grit her teeth.
"Well now, we can't have the final stages of the game without Cody right? With that in mind allow me to whip up some entertainment for you, with every passing minute I will detonate bombs and throw hostages out of the balcony if you waste even more time…and when Cody awakens then I'll stop this, so hold on to your faith. You're never gonna have any once I'm done." The crazed criminal snarled before he took a figure in a dark green hoodie and a summer beanie draped on his head with dark jeans struggling against his forceful tug, the man throwing his victim into the rails as he removed a mask of some sort revealing a brown haired man similar to that of Cody's but longer with streaks at the end as Izzy tried to stop the bomber and put her gun up at the man but he was faster to put a pistol to the young man's head quickly than the commando could act, the last moments of the victim's life was before the commando who shook her head in a silent gesture, but the cock and burst of a pistol into his skull told enough sending him reeling on the rails' edge as blood splattered into brain and matter to the floor as Casteon ruthlessly shot five more bullets into the dead man's head to the utter horror of Izzy and Crane who watched with shock and terror sending blood spattering his bullet-proof armor before kicking over the body onto the floor, Izzy could helplessly see the body splatter onto the floor and spill blood over her face as she reeled back stunned by the action as she stuttered the name out as Crane held her back while her arm was outstretched.
"E-Ezekiel…" She muttered.
"BEGIN!" Casteon's commanding voice thundered across the room like a battle cry, the patients now roared as they leapt towards the duo.
Cody woke up blank, the same feeling of dread and pain filled his head as he opened his eyes to find himself on the floor of the same old aviary where the last nightmare took place. The detective found this disturbing and shivered at the last moments of Gwen personally turning upon him, raising that knife to plunge into his heart and now he is being thrown into another world of whack, he could hear the distinct noises of the quiet building still dripping out water and birds were chirping to the sounds of the dark blood moon…
Wait. There were no birds in a place like this! Cody suddenly realized as he felt the pressure release their grip on him, the invisible cuffs that linked him to the ground seemed to melt behind his arms as he pushed himself up dusting the jeans and sleeves of his coat unaware of the small noises that scraped no major alarm in his brain. As the detective now brought his eyes to where he thought would be where the large lake was, the image that met him was something else that brought Cody to almost rub the pupils of his dark eyes while the man tried to reason with the new image.
"No, this isn't…but that's impossible, how did this…" Cody couldn't really speak, his eyes dead straight ahead.
He was standing in a morgue, with the whitewashed walls that met every angle of the room when he turned and Cody could notice the three faces were filled with various containment units for the bodies to be stored for further notice, and that started to bring a feeling of dread at what he could face. He recognized the place, and it wasn't just a morgue that appeared out of the sky…this was the very morgue in his own department building, where he would view the bodies of employees lost in the raids or shootouts that occur on duty. For years the cold man had a feeling of apathy towards the dead, he knew they fought for a cause that killed them, but now…he felt a void of feelings, emptiness, loneliness, he was the only one to blame…Now staring at the center of the room he was in, Cody noticed to his confusion five body bags dark as night and the tags visibly hanging at the edge of the bags to indicate their names surrounding him in a square, the detective staring at them in shock reading the names off them in disbelief and horror as his eyes widened with each passing name.
"Trent, Noah, Heather…" He spoke the three with an intake of cold freezing air, the icy feeling just invading his nostrils to shiver in its power…those were people he had to protect from the madman and now they laid dead here in his own presence bringing a hint of sorrow. His eyes now fell on the last two names that spread out, the detective took a glance at both before he suddenly fell back from the two as in instinct the dark swelling feeling dripping from his words mouthed out of shivering trembling lips.
"Mom, Dad…" Cody suddenly clutched his head, the pain now jolting his body in volts sending him tumbling to the ground of the morgue his hands covering his ears from the loud drumming yelling like a siren inside him, tremors appeared in the depths of his stomach and heart like they were tearing him apart by the laughter echoing in the back of his mind.
"That's right, detective. You like the new home? This is what will happen to those you so dearly protect…a real artwork if you please." The unmistakable voice of Casteon rang, Cody couldn't find the words to retort or even question what was going on before the floor cracked open below him, the detective opened his eyes for only a second before he tumbled into the dark swirling abyss lying for the man's arrival swallowing him into a dark world as Casteon spoke once more.
"See the world as I see it, see how it all ends…in your death."
End