Surfs Up: Twisted Edition 3: Curse of Cody

Author's Note: Please read the previous stories in the franchise to get context on the events of the story, although the story is stand alone and can be read by itself as a SEPERATE STORY

I kissed my girlfriend on the lips and said "bye bye darling, have a good time at work in Denver Hospital!" As she left the apartment down the steps I watched her leave. She was going to work as her job as a nurse in Denver Hospital. I was unemployed as I was in a wheelchair - but I still had a secret my girlfriend didn't know.

I wheeled myself to the bathroom and looked at the mirror. Zack Muerte. I was a man, who had dark hair and black eyes, and I had a scar on one cheek where a pedofile had slashed me with a razor when I was arresting him, in my old job as a NYPD. I was wearing my jacket and a t-shirt for my favourite band called The Grateful Dead.I thought about the time since I had jumped off the New York Bridge, and fell into the river, and moved to Denver. It had all been part of my mission - to find the company called Codysoft that was spreading the curse that had killed a young woman and her boyfriends brother in New York. I guess I could say it was my mission. It was all I had cared about since it had killed those people in New York and nearly killed me and forced me to leave my job as New York detective and also I was paralyzed.

I wheeled away from the mirror, and went into the office where I did my detective work. I had tracked the mysterious company called Codysoft down to Colorado, where presumably they had their factory, producing cursed objects that were spreading the twisted curse. It was my only chance, to find them before *it* found me. I knew it was still out there, somewhere, looking for me. The demon. The penguin thing, that had crawled out of the game on a tide of blood, and in front of my own eyes eaten the brother of the missing man, Jacob Maverick, alive, with a horrifying beak full of teeth. The only clue was the name, Codysoft, which had led me to Colorado. My girlfriend, who was hot and had a degree in nursing from the University of California, did not know anything about this. She was also blonde.

"So .. how det closgr to finding Codysoft and the mysterious designers of these cursed games today? I asked myself." I tared at the papers on my mesk, which were my only clues to the location of the twisted company called Codysoft, which had snuck it's own contaminated products into the releases of Surfs Up and Surfs p the game.et closgr to finding Codysoft and the mysterious designers of these cursed games today? I asked myself."

I tared at the papers on my mesk, which were my only clues to the location of the twisted company called Codysoft, which had snuck it's own contaminated products into the releases of Surfs Up and Surfs p the game.

Suddenly I was reading online, then I saw something. It was a news article called Open Season: Twisted Edition. I went chilled at the name. It was the story of a man who had seen the twisted edition of the movie Open Season. I gasped. It had to be Codysoft. I called him on the phone.

“Hello is that Micheal Penn?” I said.

“Yes this is Mr. Penn. What do you want?”

“I’m Zack Muerte, an ex-NYDP detective I was wondering if could ask you a few questions.”

“What about?”

“… about Open Season.”

“Oh.” I heard him shudder over the phone. “I don’t really want to talk about that. I already told the cops and the newspapers everything I new.”

“I saw something to.”

“What? You saw Open Season: Twisted Edition too?”

“No. Not exactly. I was investigating a case, a man who was killed by the Twisted Edition of Surfs up… Then somebody sent me the game. The twisted edition.”

“Jesus, somebody died from this stuff?”

“Yes. And it nearly paralyzed me too. Put me in a wheelchair.”

“How … nevermind, I’m not sure I want to know. Don’t exactly need any more nightmares, ha.”

“Trust me, that’s the right call.”

“So what do you want to know about… Open Season Twisted Edition?”

He explained to me his story about what happened when he saw Open Season: Twisted Edition. I cursed out louad.

“This is the work of Codysoft. I can just sense it. They must have used some kind of demonic power to posses that man to kill himself during the production of the movie, then got a hold of the cursed edition and published it.”

“It makes sense.” He nodded.

“I’m closing in on their factory in Coloado where they make these evil games and movies. I promise you that, for everyone these monstrers have hurst, I’ll stop them. I’ll tear the whole place down if I have to.”

“Thank you.” He whispered, and I could tell a tear was rolling down his face.

He hung up the phone and I went on with my investigation, looking up coordinates and trying to track down the factory. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I went to the door.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“The police, open up!” I looked through the police and sure enough it was the police and the opened the door and they came inside.

“Mr Muerte?”

“Yes?” I asked pensively.

“You’re coming with us.” I saw from their badges they were Colorado Special State Police, who reported straight to the governer of Colorado, Michael Manners, not ordinary County or State or Federal police.

“No way.” I said

Suddenly they grabbed me and put me in handcuffs. I tried to kick them off but one of them pulled out a gun and shouted “Freeze!”

I let them put the handcuffs on me and they walked me down to the police car and they drove me into the centre of town. We got into Denver, there were a lot of skyscrapers and in the background the mountains were beautiful.

“Where are you taking me I asked?” But I soon realized our destination, as we pulled up outside the Govenors Mansion. They took me inside to the governors office.

“Well you’re the famous Zack Muetre.” Said governor Manners. He was an old man, with grey hair, and he wore a pair of sunglases even though he was inside. Now that I noticed, all of the cops had been wearing sunglasses as well.

“Sir, what’s this about?” I asked respectfully

“Look Zack, the truth is … we’ve got word of your investigations. You’re very deep in some business you know nothing about right now.”

“I know enough.”

“Codysoft isn’t what you think … and it would be very unfortunate if you exposed their secrets .Both for me… and the state of Colorado. Very unfortunate indeed.”

“Well that’s too bad.” I said, wondering where this was going. “Because I’m gonna find Codysoft, and take them down.”

“I don’t think you will Zack.” The governor pulled out a TV Remote from his desk and pointed it to a large screen on the wall. It flashed on with a picture of a building. “Recognize this place?”

“Denver Hospital? But why … You bastard!” I spat when I realized that was where my girlfriend worked. “If you touch her…”

“Oh we won’t touch her … but we can make sure she’ll never want to touch you again. In fact, nobody will. Not employers, not landlords … not even your own family.”

“What are you talking about?”

“See those officers right there?” The governor pointed to the police car parked in the parking lot. “If you don’t do something for me, there gonna go into the hospital, and tell your girlfriend that you’ve been arrested as a pedo.”

“What?” I spluttered in disbelief. “Nobody will ever believe it, I got this scar taking down a pedo.”

“They will if it comes from the Offical Colorado State Court … with an official sentence for you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Just sign this affadavid that you will cease and decease all investigations into Codysoft.”

He slid the paper across to me along with a strange gold pen decorated with weird markings. I felt it immediately as he did - some strange supernatural power in that contract – and I new this was no mere legal document. It had power. Maybe over my soul. When I looked closer the paper seemed to be some kind of parchment, like stretched flesh, and the ink was glistening and writhing, like it was alive. I knew if I signed this …. Something very very bad would happen.

“No.”

“No? You want to be branded as a pedofile for the rest of your life?” I couldn’t think of many things worse than that – but signing that profane contract was one of them. I would be signing away my very soul. So I stayed silent. “Very well.”

“The governor pulled a walkie talkie out of his desk and spoke into it”

“Do it.”  He said, and on the screen I saw the cops get out of their car and walk purposefully to the hospital. A minute later I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, urgently, and though I couldn’t get it out of my pocket to check, I knew it would be my girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend now, I guessed.

“Alright boys. He chose the hard way. Take him.” The two sunglasses wearing cops grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to my feet.

“No, wait!” I shouted. They ignored me. One swiped the governors desk clear with his arm, and the other pressed me down onto it and pulled open my shirt.

“This is going to hurt.” The governor promised. “You’re going to wish you chose to sign that little peace of paper … but still. In a few seconds, I promise you’ll see everything much more clearly.”

He went to the wardrobe at the back of the room and pulled out a black robe and a strange satanic looking knife with a black stone blade decorated in bizarre symbols.

“No, please!” I yelled, but the cops held me down as I struggled. Governor Manners stepped towards me, eyes rolled back in his skull, chanting in a strange language. Quickly I wrenched my fist away from one of the cops and slapped Govenor Manners in the face. His glasses flew off his face, and clattered to the ground. What I saw confirmed what I had already suspected – his eyes were blood red and he was possessed.

Before the other cop could grab my hand back I grabbed the parchment that was still on the desk behind me and raised it as a shield just as the Govenor slid down his knife. As the satanic knife sliced into the paper the room filled with a horrific moaning sound that seemed to be escaping from the torn paper, and it began to burn at the edges. The cops and the governor stumbled backwards, and the knife clattered to the growned. I jumped to my feet, and ran for the door.

“Get him!” Yelled Manners, and the cops chased back after me. I ran down the strairs and past the receptionist who gasped as I sprinted past with the two cops in hot pursuit. I ran out the door and into a side alley, and quickly lost the cops who were chasing me on foot through the dense downtown area.

What could I go now? What should I do? I couldn’t go home, my girlfriend hated me and probably all my family as well, and I was wanted by the police, at least those ones that were possessed by the demon. Suddenly I looked at the last scrap of the devil’s contract that I had almost signed by accident. I was still holding it. On it, in devilish ink, was a scrap of text. I looked closer – and saw it was the corner, the return address – for Codysoft headquarters. A place out in the Colorado hills. Close-by.

I quickly called a taxi, and it took me to the car rental store. I rented a car, and drove out into the desert. As I drove, I tossed my cellphone out the window so they couldn’t track me down. I had nobody left to call anyway. In a way, I was sort of glad. They’d taken everything from me, but that meant I had nothing left to loose. And now I was coming for them. As the sun set, I turned off the highway, and out into the mountains.

TO BE CONTINUED IN SURF’S UP TWISTED EDITION 4.

SIGNED: Zane Maverick Creepypasta Productions