Logic of a Madman: III

Characters: Ken Kaze & Sylo (co-written by Richie & Justin)

“Last chance, Kaze. I can do this all night if I need to,” the voice of the Superbeast rang out over the RaveTron crystal clear for all to hear.

Everything opened back up to the same dingy room where the two men had been seen earlier, twice throughout Tuesday Night Intense. Ken Kaze held his chin to his chest as his hair dripped large beads of sweat that fell delicately to the floor below, crashing like small meaningless tidal waves against the cracked and dingy cement floor. Sylo stood with the same cold look on his face and it really proved how psychotic the beast really was.

“I’ve told you,” Kaze trailed off in a whisper.

The exhaustion in his voice ran rampant as he slowly tilted his head back. His eyes looked like a glazed doughnut and he seemed to have lost control of his muscles because every so often he would shake involuntarily.

“I don’t know anything!”

Sylo simply stared at Kaze a moment, letting his next move formulate in the dark recesses of his mind. He nodded a bit, not particularly to Kaze or anything else, but mainly because he was finalizing what he was about to do. He walked over to a table and from it he pulled off a car battery and jumper cables. Kaze watched the monster from his pitiful position, frightened by what he saw. He didn’t understand it all, but he sure as hell didn’t like the look of those cables.

Sylo clamped the cables to the steel chair of which Ken occupied, and began to whistle as he made sure they were clamped against the metal portions of the chair. He whistled some more as he took the other ends of the cables over to the car battery. He squatted down over the battery and looked up at Kaze.

“Who tried to kill me?”

The behemoth was no longer in the mood to play games. The sincerity of the Superbeast shone through brightly, especially apparent at this point in time.

“I . . . don’t . . . know,” Kaze whined, wishing he could just be left alone.

Sylo lowered the cables onto the battery terminals; electricity ran through the cables and onto the steel chair, which began to electrocute Kaze. His body took the form of postmortem rigidity and began to sizzle, as he seemed to be planted to the chair. The electricity continued to run through his body until Sylo finally pulled the cables away.

“How much did you pay them?”

His tone was simple, as if this was an everyday thing to interrogate a possible conspirator to an attempted homicide with electrocution via a car battery.

“I – DIDN’T – P- P- PAY – ANY- ANYONE!” Kaze screamed out, almost pleading with the tone of his voice.

“Okay then,” Sylo said, smiling a bit.

The cables hit the battery again and electricity ran back through the Hero of Hardcore’s body. He tried to scream, but couldn’t as he felt like he was going to explode. Sylo removed the cables once more and stared at Kaze. He fell back against the chair and began to pant as Sylo continued to stare at him.

“Still don’t know anything?” Sylo asked staring at Kaze from his crouched position.

“N- N- N- No,” Kaze was able to stutter.

He felt as though he was going to upchuck the contents of his stomach as he tried to look back at his interrogator.

“Okay, that’s all right. We’ll just try something else. Remember the blowtorch? You talked me out of it before, but you’ve left me no other choice, Kaze. Remember, you could end this at any time if you wanted to,” Sylo exclaimed, standing up before approaching the blowtorch.

The blowtorch lit ablaze with a sinister blue tip. The malicious smirk spreading across his face would cause any ordinary human being to vault right out of their skin, seeking a safe haven. However, Ken isn’t exactly what you’d call an ordinary human being; therefore, Sylo’s most probable intent of striking the fear of God into his victim was completely void in this scenario.

His hands searched through the darkness, until they finally grasped around the rim of something. Out of the shadows emerged a round, metallic object, glistening in the very little illumination provided. With nails protruding from every angle of the object, and barbed wire surrounding its circumference to boot, the round, metallic object was none other than —

“GEORGE!” Jolt’s Resident Moron shouted at the top of his lungs.

His final strand of hope had appeared. His best friend in the entire world was floating in midair before his eyes. His Lord and Savior was here to obliterate the heartless monster victimizing him for some matter he knew nothing about.

Alas, there was only one flaw in his vision.

George was in the clutches of that heartless monster. He was being suspended in midair by the bear-like claws of the merciless Superbeast. Now realizing the entire situation at hand, Ken’s moment of jubilation vanished. It was sucked into the vacuum of space and nothingness. All that seemed good was merely bad masquerading as false hopes and dreams.

“F[BEEP!]K YOU, SYLO! F[BEEP!]K YOU! GEORGE HASN’T DONE ANYTHING TO YOU! LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME!?”

The Hardcore Moron struggled to break free from the grasp of the imprisoning chains. If it were possible, steam would have been pouring from his ears the way he was incensed. The chair rocked back and forth and titled side-to-side as his effort at resistance continued. He was not about to let this beast demolish his best friend before his very eyes without a fight. Erase that. He was not about to let this beast demolish his best friend period.

“I TOLD YOU, YOU SACK OF C[BEEP!]KKNACKERS! I KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT YOU SPEAK! GEORGE KNOWS NOTHING OF WHAT YOU SPEAK! FOR ALL I KNOW, YOU’RE TALKING OUT OF YOUR ASS! YOU’RE PROBABLY HIGH FROM SOME F[BEEP!]KIN’ PILLS THAT YOU POPPED EARLIER TODAY! OH, IS THE TYLONEL NOT HELPING WITH THE DEPRESSION?! ARE THE STY-ROIDS NOT SHRINKING YOUR OVARIES?!” Ken queried in a mocking tone. “WELL CRY ME A F[BEEP!]KIN’ BRIDGE, BUILD ME A RIVER, AND JUMP OFF OF IT!”

His voice trailed off as he began to rethink his last statement.

“Wait . . .” he paused momentarily, “ah, never mind. Just let George go!”

Sylo remained calm throughout the verbal lashing he had just received. It seemed as if he was considering what his wounded prey was pleading. However, if you believed that for a millisecond, you are not as smart as you think are. Completely ignoring everything he had just witnessed, he set George onto the ground before applying the blowtorch to his metal trashcan lid.

“NOOOO!” Kaze sobbed. “THAT’S WHERE HE KEEPS THE KNOWLEDGE!”

The blowtorch-applied portion of the metal trashcan lid slowly began to transform into liquid. Despite being irate and distressing as you’d expect any normal person to be when they witnessed the torture of their best friend via a blowtorch, Ken remained peaceful. It seemed as if he was entranced and marveling the execution he was witnessing before his own eyes.

“Wow, George – you’re bleeding!”

Sylo looked up from his destruction and glanced at Ken. He was confused.

“What? You – you’re enjoying this?” he sneered. “This is your best friend, you f[BEEP!]king retard! I’M KILLING HIM! DON’T YOU SEE THE BLOOD FLOWING?! DON’T YOU SEE HIS BRAINS LEAKING OUT FROM HIS SKULL?! HE’S BEING SLAUGHTERED BEFORE YOUR OWN EYES! YES, YOUR BEST FRIEND! GEORGE! BEING MURDERED! HOMICIDE! DEATH!”

“George doesn’t have a skull, you idiot. He’s a bloody trashcan, you embryo-eating stock c[BEEP!]k toolbox!”

The blowtorch was released from Sylo’s hands before the embrace of gravity slammed it to the floor. Leering, the demented fiend approached the now invigorated, crazed moron. With his hand outstretched —

SLAP!

Sylo had smacked the taste out Ken’s mouth as his head lobbed to the side, spit spewing and a couple of teeth scattering across the floor. Sylo sighed once more and ran a lone hand through his hair. He looked back to Kaze for what seemed an eternity.

“All right, that’s enough for now . . . we’ll play again later, Kaze. Maybe another week of solitude will break you. Think about it, Kaze: You tell me what I need to know and this all ends. I’ll see you next week.”

And with that, Sylo turned and walked back into the shadows which engulfed him like a blanket. Kaze began to scream for help, but his screams fell on deaf ears as a metal door clanged in the silence.

Ken Kaze was truly alone, with the exception of a solitary, poignant memory. He knew one thing.

He would die here.