Cody's Nightmare Ended, Truth or Death
"It's been too long, Cody. I hoped you missed me the last time we faced, I've been saving a special bullet just for your heart…I wanted you to be the first to die by it." Trent announced pride filling the void of his dark feelings, now mounting into a hellfire of hate pouring out on the words almost choking Cody under the sudden flaring heat causing the detective to unravel the top button of his shirt in the middle of them circling one another Noah however decided to stand at the sidelines, his smile cruelly painted like those of a snake watching the scene with interest and intrigue not wanting to interrupt the fight. Cody on the other hand was just readying himself for the attack, waiting if they would provide a weakness but as he had just seen Noah didn't seem to mind an individual one on one so it could work for his advantage…if he picked the right cards.
"Not happening on my own watch behind my back Trent. You better not be so cheap as to get Noah caught up in the storm…" At this Trent smiled, gesturing to the bookworm merely shrugging nonchalantly at them as he leaned back on the fence fingers twirling and snitching a knife from his pocket moving it dangerously at leisure. The musician gave the go ahead with a nod, his face was stern but the sneer carried the same poisonous emotion as he indicated the partner wasn't about to throw himself into the chaos speaking now in a confident tone.
"Noah isn't going to do anything, he's just too busy doing something else to care for now. Anyway I told him earlier not to go against you just yet until I kill you, or the other thing happens…which I am sure you'll never achieve." The musician drew his weapons immediately firing two bullets meant for the man's head but Cody strafed away from the line of fire before Trent continued the fire, including flicking the safety off as he let fly all he had at the detective now trying to make sure he ran out of ammo to fire back when Cody timed his move. The click of the guns falling silent told him that was enough as he rushed forwards at the stunned gunman now realizing the trick growling in rage before Trent threw his pistols away, discarding the clips with thuds as he ran at a faster speed at Cody who threw a punch with the pistol chamber poking out like some secondary finger ready to smash Trent's jaw but the musician anticipated that move, hooking his arm around the armament in a secure hold causing the detective to move back only dragging the man along with him before a resounding slap of the palm sent Cody reeling backwards almost slipping under the burning skin. The musician now saw the chance and took it, leaping towards him grabbing both shoulders of his confused and very disorientated opponent growling as Cody's forehead met the smashing of Trent's own against him but the recovery was interrupted by a punch across Cody's cheek nearly cracking the jaw, vision blurred with both sweat and blood from the nose before his eyes saw a fabricated knee burst into his sight the field of vision stained with blood as Cody fell onto the cobblestoned floor unable to move.
"What's wrong, Cody? I thought you'd be better than that since the last time…or do we have to go over the same old flip a coin rules again?" The taunt made Cody clench his teeth as he got up, the crunching of Trent's boots clacked in military precision before Cody felt a black boot whack him in the ribs forcing his body to flip over on his back in reflex much to the cursing of the detective staring up almost unconscious by the tall dark-haired and hateful figure full of spite for the knocked over man, Cody scrambled to get up but the boot picked onto the action and squeezed causing the man's lungs to be squashed like a fruit forcing his wild flinging of arms and legs to cease. Trent now smiled broadly at the very sight of a defeated Cody as Noah just stared ahead not surprised nor even showing the least of worry for his own friend about to be killed by the musician at all, but the only indication was a slick smile of his own flickering in depth while Cody tried to reach for the discarded pistol abandoned some metres away from him still staring down the guitarist for a distraction as Trent spoke pridefully.
"Well, it seems I have you where you should be. Grovel at our knees and face the facts, you can't beat me so what makes you think you can beat Casteon at what he's doing? It seems you don't want to be saved anyway…quite disturbing really, Cody you have the opportunity to lend us your own intellect." Cody even spat at the offer, shocked and disgusted at Trent's very own fickle loyalty to Casteon illusion or not…this wasn't the real deal but a twisted form of the Trent he used to know, what had the Nightmare gas done to him and more importantly those questions were reserved for Crane who wasn't even talking. Still struggling against the feet pinning him, he slowly edged closer to the pistol as he spoke out his own queries for the bomber and if Cody was right Casteon might be giving some clues through these illusions he puts up.
"What does Casteon want with the city?" Trent just laughed, bumping off the question like a sort of roadkill as he sneered at Cody observing the features of his beaten face with blood and strain breaking him down. In response, Trent pushed the boot lower onto Cody's own chest causing gasps and sputters while he just twirled his weapon in circles confident he had won as he answered smugly.
"What does he want with the city? Cody, Cody, Cody…surely all the actions that he did was already starting to help you paint the picture for yourself, I mean it was all so goddamn obvious!" Trent laughed, stretching his arms up to the air as though speaking toward the heavens itself announcing the grandiose scheme the bomber had brewed up since the first day he came by. Noah on the other hand had a flicker of darkness on his frown from the usual smile, Cody couldn't help but notice it was a lot like the Noah he knew except it reeked of pure bloodlust should the fight between them occur…his arms found the butt of the pistol but he watched for Trent who was busy in speaking his tale.
"Cody, you should be the smartest opponent other than the agent to figure out Casteon's movements. I thought being a detective they would teach you in seeking out the obvious and turning it into something complicated out of it for the true meaning, nothing is as it seems for Casteon nor what he's about to do next. He's an unpredictable person, always sneaking from one stage to the next stealing the show…are you even so sure in the least bit that he is up to something?" Cody kept silent, his mouth twitched at the very mention of the 'agent' that Casteon spoke about on the last intercom session in which he declared about someone being a nuisance he killed her family and a boyfriend…but Cody didn't get it yet, the bomber was locking them in and blew up the bridge to prevent police from getting inside that was a sensible move but then Casteon proceeded to do random killings with the contestants except Gwen who he knew was out of his reach by the time he found out, but still to Cody everything the bomber had said was a bunch of nonsense up to this point that Trent pointed out was different. But who was Casteon exactly and why did he even want to go through so much trouble to steal the Nightmare gas when his past cases showed direct approaches towards the buildings, instead he locked them here to keep them busy…but from what? Trent seemed to catch the detective's own muse, shrugging in reply at the very eyes that demanded answers truth ran evident in his voice at the suspicions thrown at him.
"Don't ask me either, I never knew and didn't care what he wanted to do with the city…but did I even say that Casteon never tells anyone his secrets? We're inside your mindscape, all this is the gas bringing out the very worst in you but doesn't the pain seem all too real for us?" As Trent finished, he heard a laugh from the skies above as the criminal mastermind just spoke up from the bleak grey clouds Noah just stopped all movements as he stepped up to the floor that same old dark smile draining some color from the detective's own face.
"It's so true, Mister Trent. I hope you have prepared yourself for what's in store, for I will tell the detective what I really want from this whole game: I merely want the city to fall to its knees in front of chaos so that the world will see and enjoy what I have to offer for them soon…is that too much to ask?"
"It's never this simple, Casteon…you're a crazy loon who's been on the pills for far too long." His stark reply was just answered by a bored yawn coming from Casteon who just laughed at his own stubborn remarks when he was downed. Trent seemed to think so too, just folding arms and staring at Cody waiting for the order to kill him…or so he thought as a click of a pistol drew his attention towards the detective who raised the weapon to Trent's head, the musician now reached for the twin holsters where his two pistols were placed but his fingers rushing down barely touched the surface of the pistols before Cody fired placing the bullet right into Trent's forehead sending him flying back. The detective now stood up on his feet and faced off Noah who stared down at Trent's body slowly eating away into ash piles, flying into the wind harmlessly while Casteon's voice just spoke with a sigh completely bored of the detective's mind.
"This is just so horrible, Trent's failed me for the final time this night. All that planning to unleash your demons are falling down the drain and into the sewers, such a shame like Gwen and you…but who knows really, the final game is about to begin. Oh yes, when you awake," The bomber suddenly spoke towards Cody who stared at the sky questionably at what was going to be said next, a dark swelling feeling of acid boiled his throat before Casteon just spoke out the words with malice and joy, "You better check on Izzy, I don't think she's going to make it soon."
"Izzy? Casteon what did you do to her?" Cody growled, ready to rip off his head just as the bomber snickered in delight.
"Trust me, you'll know." He said as Cody suddenly saw Noah rush past him, a stabbing pain in his heart drew him to the sight of blood and a knife embedded into his chest. Cody on instinct suddenly drew back but another sound of metal ripping through skin alerted him to look back turning his numb neck to face none other than Gwen, blood trailing down her face this time as she spoke in a low tone saddened as the tears streaming down from her eyes mixed with the blood to make a diluted liquid.
"Why, Cody? Why did you force me to kill you? Cody…" She trailed off before Cody could even respond, the man suddenly felt something poke the side of his head, the detective now spun to meet Gwen again but this time she was dressed in complete black and without any blood nor tears, but the same dark look pierced Cody's veins as she held the pistol to his head hovering over the detective's forehead while she smiled. That same ghostly smile from his previous nightmare, the darkness starting to cover him before Gwen finally spoke with the bullet cocked in place.
"Sorry, love…guess you're the one going to die." She said as she pulled the trigger, black enveloping Cody in its blanket of madness.
"GWEN!" Cody shot upwards from where he laid, his eyes wide open with fear and horror as the detective spun a shocked head around to see that he was back inside the Medical facility. The detective now paused for breath, the nightmare seemed so damn real to Cody that it made him check himself with his hands scouting the contours of his face and the chest area finding nothing wrong for his own point of view but a sticky noise of tape alerted him that it wasn't, the detective not too sure what it was until he put his hands together in thought the same noise popped up. Curious now, he looked down and gasped at the two palms of his hands that were stained completely with blood and dirt lodged between the valley of skin, Cody now twirled it back and forth showing the same story causing thoughts to collide around him before suddenly a sharp pain in his nose gave hint to the detective who placed a finger already bloodied under the nostrils and brought it up for examination, fear gripping him. It was blood. Then the pain spread to his cheek where the guitarist had exactly punched; though lucky for Cody the chest wounds were sharper in the tingle of absolute hurt than anything but nothing real.
"Oh shit, Crane was right the gas is taking over. But the next thing on my mind is what the hell happened…" His eyes broke off his thoughts at the carnage which used to be the Medical facility, the scene was like a page out of the history books of massacres and it was too visually disturbing for any cop who had even managed to barge in right now. The railings were filled with the bodies of men wearing their same old restraint coats, but the sleeves ripped from the chest hanging like useless fabric and what stunned him were guns of all kind stranded across the walkways smoke of gunpowder used in the fight that occurred here. Cody now stood upright, eyes falling on every single body lying there lifelessly and cold hands gripping weapons never to be held nor used again…his thoughts now snapped back to the final words Casteon spoke, his eyes now widened as he looked around worriedly…Izzy! She was hurt, the bomber had said and now from where he was he couldn't see anyone like Izzy anywhere except for the pile of bodies lying there eyes wide with terror or anger Cody couldn't even tell at all from where his state of mind was…
"Cody! Over here!" The detective didn't pause for a moment as he heard the doctor call out to him, running towards the offices where a pile of bodies were laying at the door shot with the gas from what he could tell with faces of horror and fear falling back onto the floor, whatever they saw must be more petrifying than what he saw. He followed the doctor into the office ruined with bullets and various dents around the walls that weren't there before total carnage broke out, but as he scanned the scattered vials and other experiments either untouched or broken into shards of glass on the floor he heard a noise of pain from the grey slab for tables. On it was an unconscious Courtney and next to her was what drove a stake in his own heart recalling the words of the criminal at the sight laid out straight with the familiar white sheet covering stains of blood like some curtain, it didn't take him to put two and two together to find out what happened as he spun on his heel towards the doctor a darker look on his face, rage evident in both tone and action at Crane's own disgraced figure the clothes torn and his sleeves ripped to the elbow with blood on both palms just leaning at the wall trembling uncontrollably like he had murdered someone.
"I'm…I'm sorry, we were trapped at the office and they were swarming in fast so I had to close the door to cure us of the formula and then she just told me to gas the place before they…"
"Damn Casteon, damn all of them! I couldn't do a FUCKING thing except be caught in that stupid gas! It is your goddamn fucking fault they couldn't survive, you made the gas and you created it to affect us this way!" Cody's outburst now silenced the answer, his mind now swirled with different possibilities of the situation created at hand, he was so transfixed on the problems now striding back and forth yelling at the doctor who couldn't find a way to calm him down at all. Crane was stunned as well, Izzy was a great acquaintance during this journey and her orders were stated to protect them and assist them in restraining Casteon…but now with the team possibly dead and their commander with them, it was something so ironic in the doctor's own thinking as well: Izzy had won a battle with Casteon but died at the hands of his own machinery. Watching the detective break out into pointless accusation and guilt-ridden expression the doctor couldn't help but see him slow down in both movements and the insane mutterings of blame, the trembling hands curling into fists while shivers ran down his back hunched at a corner beside the dead Black Ops commander holding Izzy's bloody palm locking fingers with hers crying out loud alone, Crane didn't speak at all but closed his eye in silent prayer of mourning before he put a cold stained hand on Cody's brown coat rubbing some of the blood off the fabric while he spoke softly.
"Cody, Izzy she…she knew what would happen the moment she crossed paths with you inside the building and also when volunteering for the mission itself. You knew as much as she did that her own friends were trapped in that asylum and yet if she were valuing her own life Izzy would never have done what she could, but remember what you were told: don't fall. Even if a person died you have to move on despite what happened, murder or not Casteon is going to murder some more and you'll have people like you wishing you could do something about it than cry." Crane did pause midway aware of the next words to say, he wasn't about to crush the man's current turmoil of feelings concerning this situation and it wasn't the right time. However, standing around leads to more contestants being killed and Crane for one never loved to tell a family their own member just passed away, he had done that many times when he was inducted into the local hospital as part of his doctor's degree besides being excelling at chemistry and psychology and out of the various operations he did despite huge knowledge of the human anatomy, only four out of ten were successful. He had always felt a gaping hole in his heart watching the person's last moments being filled with pure loneliness without family to see them, nothing to show for the hard work these doctors poured in to save them…it constantly reminded him of the frailty of life itself, people had to go when it was time and sometimes Crane felt that Death cheated them of another life too soon. Cody was still cursing the criminal while he kneeled there, gripping Izzy's pale lifeless hand underneath that white sheet unable to even look at the body despite the cover and guilt told enough of what he felt firmly was his fault and mistake, he was so willing to follow the bomber's own plan like some puppet while Casteon unwittingly pulled the strings as easily as how he hid in the shadows. He thumped a fist on the ground, feeling hurt spread through his sensory nerves but he didn't care anymore about neither the pain nor sorrow but only gnawing him was guilt and self-blame, in fact when he looked at each encounter with the bomber it seemed to result in nothing but blind fury and frustration that he would charge right on without any sort of assessment of what was before him, the resolution for the choices he made caused much more guilt…he left Heather to drown and allowed Casteon to get away with it killing the two best friends as well as spiriting Noah away to some new twisted game, worse still the body count of innocents including the deranged confused prisoners were skyrocketing.
"Were there anyone else than Izzy?" Crane paused now, he was very uncertain about Cody's own tone which had a darker note to it than the usual brooding at the start…as though something inside of him had completely changed, the mood had started downhill and each time Crane noticed it getting worse. Although he held back the information or tried to, Cody's glare pretty much not asked but demanded blunt and utter truth to be said like someone wanting closure for a crime or failed operation which the latter specialized in, bringing a deep sigh as Crane counted the dead on his fingers excluding the patients.
"Leshawna, Harold, Geoff, Owen, Tyler…but Bridgette was being used for something else, I heard Amos say something about using her for some final trump against-" He could barely say more, each name started to hit him hard by the list as his frown deepened, but the intercom blasted to life with the criminal sniggering in the background, Cody would have attempted to punch that taunting face daring him to lay that assault but settled for the small machine perching itself at the ceiling corner.
"Why isn't this nice, five people dead and many more saved for you. I hope you enjoy your share of the treat now when you get here; it is so glorious I couldn't wait…so I managed to shock them up for you! Follow the walkway to the last part of your…examination." The master criminal just laughed before the transmission ended as suddenly as it came up, Cody instantly leapt onto his feet and strode out of the room Crane however stood his ground waiting for the detective to just pause right in mid-stride, eyeing his back while he spoke to Cody hoping for a sort of solution to the man's rage.
"I want you to know that you have to calm down right now. Just charging in there without a cool leveled head will get you nowhere, you have to remember not to fall for his tricks…"
"What's left to talk about, Crane? We have to stop that guy, and we do it…this time we finish the job for good for all those men and women he already murdered." Cody's own voice dropped a tone to that of a near obsessed level in such finality, the rationale persona he had held onto for the whole time now started to crumble little by little the pain of loss chipping at his own block of sanity as he left the doctor as he was. Crane stretched a hand out ready to drag the man back in and give some sort of lecture but withdrew, unable to chase after him and do so…it seemed that Cody had lost so much and now he was hell bent on killing the criminal, even at the expense of becoming one. The doctor took a moment before he sat at the edge of the table eyeing the body and then the unconscious Courtney beside her, hand wiping his face: like many operations before, Dr. Jonathan Crane had failed to save another from falling to vengeance.
Casteon sat at the edge of his own makeshift chair, carved into an ancient design of that of a king with rough wooden lengths for armrests complete with a comfortable pillow he took from a nearby ward for the seat tapping his feet impatiently and eagerly on the ground. Groans and horrible torturous yells escaped the surrounding chairs of similar twisted designs, the backrests towering over helpless men and women eyes bolting in all directions as some struggled uselessly to break out of their predicament but to no avail, wrists and elbows bound by shiny metal cuffs embedded firmly into the armrests with wires of all colors seemingly making a half rainbow attaching themselves like leeches, feeding on these victims' pain and anguish as the cries reached out to the single lone wolf dressed out of the bulletproof uniform he wore for most of the night now in a dark longcoat the ends flowed like a waterfall from the seat to the ground drenching it with black matter while wearing red shirt along with complementing pants of the same crimson color his callous fingers slim and slick toyed with the armrest while a phone to his ear. The criminal felt excited and upset at the same time, excited for the fact that the whole mission had been a success so far and much more though the sadness stemmed only from the fact he won't see the detective again after this, like he told himself from the very beginning that the only reason he blew up the bridge was so that no one including him could neither enter nor exit…and right now he held all the cards in his hand, it felt exhilarating. Fear, pain, sorrow and revenge were the perfect tension he expected especially when he heard the sounds of shoes clacking into the large gothic cathedral-like hall filled with the same dark imagery of men but this time, angels with their stone swords raised as for battle against their devil counterparts on the other thunder from outside crackled in the distance signaling the final confrontation of the evening. Cody's expression was now that of dead seriousness and complete apathy as he walked towards the bomber who flicked his phone back on the cover, smiling while sliding out of the warm seat from the minutes wasted lazing around and walked a few steps away from the chair speaking in that same cocky voice at Cody who drew his weapon.
"Well, Cody…here we are. The whole night is waiting for this very moment and you might enjoy this last treat-" Casteon hardly finished as Cody instantly fired two shots at him, the criminal couldn't react fast enough taking in the bullets to his thigh and shoulder almost forcing him to kneel in front of the detective wasting no time in striding towards Casteon who was still, much to Cody's disgust, smiling broadly slightly wincing at the wounds before he forced the pistol chamber onto the bomber's exposed forehead. Casteon felt the cold chilly feeling of death hanging over him as the master criminal sniggered at Cody's own bold action, it seems that killing those people have really driven the police officer to the brink…just perfect for this final stage of events, the bomber snarling out the words at Cody who emotionlessly had a finger on the trigger.
"Well? Aren't you so quick, faster than before I could have sworn…no matter, like what I've done with the place?"
"Enough is enough, I'm taking you down…for good." Cody spat out the words, Casteon watched as his firm hand took great aim even though the pistol was at his head like Cody was killing some sort of monster. The master criminal had a sly smile flickering across his face before he snorted, it was time for him to see how much the detective had thrown out of the window as his hidden finger pushed a small button under his coat sleeve waiting for an eerie sound churning energy towards the various lights on both sides as Cody looked up cautiously eyes narrowing at the bomber who just shrugged innocently.
"What did you do, Casteon?" Casteon laughed smugly at the detective's question of malice and utter anger, he loved this duel…every single moment of it. The bomber laughed loudly, raving at the top of his voice as the detective stared around in half-stricken horror and awe as chairs filled the whole void of space where marks on the floor indicated previous furniture were moved aside just for this event, but it was the remaining contestants' frightened faces that hit Cody the most his eyes just watching their pleads and cries for help. Casteon noticed this, his right hand flicked the wrist before he moved forwards in a quick movement much not going unnoticed by Cody who spun back to see the bomber's hand appear out of nowhere, a resounding crack echoed around the halls as the contestants seemed to stop the pleas watching with horror and shock at the appearance of Cody being slapped by Casteon, the detective stumbled back from the shock attack hands defensively going to his aid shielding his eyes. The silence was cut by a sudden 'shink' of metal sliding before Cody found himself on the floor, his eyes were blurred with the mark still visible on his face staring up at Casteon who now kneeled over him right arm raised, the detective didn't make out the weapon until his vision started to clear and found himself staring down a hidden blade attached beneath the coat sleeve. He cursed, struggling uselessly against the bomber's body sitting right on his chest while adding to Casteon's maniacal laughter ringing in the ears of the men and women before he spoke hushed but daggers stabbing at Cody who laid defenseless.
"What did I do exactly, I can't seem to put where I heard that before…oh well, I lost count at thirty anyway. But back to the point that was very rude trying to take me down while I have a small retractable 'insurance' on you." The bomber smirked as he lowered the height of the blade to Cody's face, earning a curse from his victim while he tried to calm him down with bitter words. Gesturing to the center of the room right behind the throne were a display of chains being strung up and embedded right to the nail on either side of the large hall, their inconsistent crisscrossing intersections made a confused but strong bond to trap something…or someone, as Cody eyed the right middle of it all seeing the chains start to envelop a figure of a person watching the rings of chains burying themselves around her strangling the amount of air to be breathed in, and the policeman just found what he was staring at with wide open blue eyes and blonde hair untied and ruffled into a yellow mess struggling with the chains clinking to her panic as he found no words to describe the torture much to the criminal's amusement, who checked his wounds for a flicker of his eyes before he sneered standing up and walking nearly to Cody's absolute surprise perfectly towards the throne dusting the seat slowly as though taking his time before falling down on it Casteon squeezing the cushion crushing air.
"Yes, yes…quite a nice torture device really. I always thought of a person being constricted by chains to be so…amusing, but enough of that we should be getting to the main event for the night. You see, I have not found in my whole career a somewhat intellectual person to trade secrets with so, what did I do is to find someone who fitted that role, and that person is you." The master criminal pointed at Cody for emphasis, the detective standing up and drew his gun at Casteon who merely spread his arms out in mocking surrender.
"You really think it's going to work, isn't it? Poor detective, always pushing aside intellect for brute and barbaric attitudes…sometimes I wonder how many of you still survives these days as a police officer. You should have known by now that this is an intellectual war, the stakes are high here and to make matters worse my bargaining chips are used as pawns for my own amusement." Casteon taunted, Cody gave no reaction but a hated stare as he got ready to aim down towards the bomber's heart while speaking in the hideous growl he never used for anyone, and for good reasons with the people he killed. They were all his friends and sort of a family away from family during those three seasons of it, Owen for his mighty positive attitude though gay thoughts penetrated his mind here and there and for the couple Harold and Leshawna whose attitudes were also quite the complements to keep him going…but now he won't have that chance. He wasn't just angry at Casteon for killing them but because they won't hear him apologize, Cody was guilt-ridden after those years despite finding them through his own contacts but never gave a thought to apologize directly as the feelings of hate and possible loathing would suddenly destroy everything he made of his life. The last thing he wanted was for them to destroy that last piece of sanity and grip on life, Cody had tried suicide many times he couldn't count but he kept it from everyone and he meant everyone…Valen and his sister cared for him but Cody didn't want them to worry about him.
That was why he kept his distance, and why he regretted everything up to this point now. He had to save them and that right now was all that mattered, he had to or else more disappointment and wrecked relationships will occur.
"Casteon, you will pay for everything with the death penalty and you'll be the sorry one once we strap you for lethal injection." Casteon merely tutted along to the threat, he had known what the penalty was and like he said…no survival. Leaning on his seat the man just held up a small remote with just one single blue button on it, smiling as the detective now started to glare at it aiming at the new target and without warning fired a shot hoping to hit the remote, however the bomber was faster in dropping the remote to his lap letting the bullet scrape the side of his palm as a trickle of blood ran down his other hand quickly pressed the button. Cody stopped as he heard the screams of his friends on the seats shocked by electricity, his eyes now breaking into panic as he turned to Casteon who had a smile on his face daring the man to shoot him again hearing the demanding voice of the detective.
"Stop the bloody fucking thing! Stop it!"
"Why should I when you learn to be so impatient? I should have your friends dying to see you betray them to death itself, but oh well…your choice." He said with a shrug, pushing the button once more but what Cody didn't notice was that the bomber's smile on the controls as he pushed a small tiny one hidden from sight, the general audience of tortured contestants died down to whimpers and groans of pain unable to fight back the power choke over them. However, Cody heard a distinct sound of someone yelling for help as his eyes turned to a seat nearby only to see Noah strapped to the electrical chair which was still going, the young man's eyes were bulging literally from their sockets while his body hummed and shook under the slowly increasing intense electrical shock as Cody now turned back ready to shoot the bomber dead. Casteon anticipated the move and already started to run towards Cody, his figure visible when he aimed a sweep of his leg hooking the ankle of the detective's leg and with lethal force sent Cody falling face forward, but instead of the ground as he struggled to fire a shot he felt a strong fist connect with his jaw sending him flying across the carpet and sliding onto the smooth floor, Casteon grabbing his arm at the same time to disarm him of his pistol and sheathed it in an empty holster watching Cody as he laid on his back spread-eagled seeing Noah's face of terror and pleading turned to a twisted look of pain before he jolted, body flung up a few centimeters before the armrest locks forced him back down head flopping down first. Cody only watched uselessly, a loss on his face at the death of another friend falling to victim at the bomber's own twisted experiment as Casteon just looked at him smiling horridly at his problem before he spoke boldly.
"You cannot beat me Cody. You see, the electrical machine has a mentality of its own and when its owner is dead, well the machine instantly inserts deadly kilowatts into them as fast as you snap your fingers. Don't you see now? This battle is more than you can handle." At this Cody fell silent, his body suddenly felt heavy as the boot of the bomber crunched down on him with the hidden blade forced in his face, Casteon smiling as he gave the final checkmate.
"What will it be, Cody? Will you now follow my game truthfully, or will you dare to cause the death of everyone you cared for?"
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