Prologue…

Duncan opened his eyes. He tried to turn his head around to find out where he was but he couldn't move. He had nothing on him but his underpants, his neck collar and his piercings. He was only able to move his eyes and saw that he was strapped to a bed of some kind.

In the middle of the dark room was a machine of some sort. The foot end of Duncan's bed pointed towards it and he thought he could see other beds around the machine, one of which had Courtney on it. She seemed lifeless and was only wearing her bra and panties.

"Courtney?" grunted Duncan. He then felt how a warm liquid hit his stomach. "Hey! Who's tinkling on me?!"

No response. All Duncan could see was a tall man with a black robe and a hood over his head. His face was covered by metallic skull-mask. The man walked towards Duncan and grabbed his head with his gloved right hand.

"I though you found things like this… amusing." said the man with a robotic, deep voice. "Don't you remember how you constantly laughed at it? Don't you?"

"Get your damn hands of me!" said Duncan.

"As you wish." replied the man.

A cord came out of the machine. The man grabbed it and moved it towards Courtney.

"I don't know how you managed to escape so easily." the man said, stroking his chin. He twisted the cord and pink smoke POOF-ed out of it for a split second. "It doesn't really matter, now that you're here with me, at last."

"What the hell are you doing?!" yelled Duncan.

"Tormenting you! That's what!" the man responded as he moved the cord to Courtney's forehead.

Just then, Duncan could see Cody run from behind the machine. He was holding a baseball bat above his head. Screaming he ran towards the man, Duncan closed his eyes.

Chapter 1: The Funeral.

Bridgette sat on Geoff's bed, wearing a black dress, as she looked at the group photo from the first day of TDI ever. She was crying. Geoff came into the room, wearing a black tuxedo and a pink tie. Bridgette giggled.

"A pink tie, huh?" she said, wiping her tears.

"Yeah, why? I like pink." Geoff replied as he put his hat on.

Bridgette looked at the photo again. More tears ran down her cheeks as Geoff took a seat besides her.

"I miss him too, you know." Geoff said as he held Bridgette tight.

"Yeah, I know." she replied. "It's just not fair! He didn't deserve that after all he had been through. I really hate Duncan right now!"

"Don't, Bridge. He said that he felt terrible about, as if it was his fault."

"Maybe it was."

Geoff sighed.

"Let's go, Bridge. Let's go say one last farewell." They walked out of the room, leaving the tear stained picture on the bed.

Over at the local church, DJ was looking out for the people who where invited to attend the funeral.

Trent walked by, holding a weeping Gwen close.

"See anyone?" he asked.

"Yeah, there's Bridgette and Geoff." DJ replied as a car drove into the car park.

Geoff and Bridgette walked out of the car as DJ, Trent and Gwen waved to them. Everyone else from TDI and TDA were standing outside the church, all very sad. All were there but Duncan who was standing by a tree on the other side of the road. He looked at the ground, pondering.

"Bye Harold!" he whispered as he shed a single tear.

End of Chapter.

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