Afraid?

2.

The answers to some of his questions came with the door opening. He pretended to be calm, but under the calm surface raged storm. The body language of the person entering showed that he was closely involved in such matters. There were no excessive movements, special chatter and awkwardness. In fact, he seemed relaxed. His clothing, which obscured his face, reminded Tony of what Mark had used in Catalyst while they were filming. Perfect style for villain, who is threathing and following you. Tony imagined all too well how this villain sitting in the back seat of someone's car asks them if they want him to destroy the world for them. This imagination made him shiver in chills. The villain noticed this and asked him, strongly distorting his voice 

"Are you finally sick Jester?" 

What confused Tony. Why did his detainee think that his name is Jester? It was in no way related to name Tony Chess. He didn't know what to  answer and was silent, which led the detainee to believe that he was ill, because he spoke again. 

"What is wrong with you today? Normally you are so talkative and lively Jester." 

Hearing the voice again caused Tony a disturbing feeling  that he knew the owner of the voice. When that was true, he really fell asleep on the band's bus and there were only a handful of possible culprits. Carefully and almost slowly approaching the villain, Tony stared at him to find possible weapons. He had certain plan to break out of the basement. Weapons would have made it harder or even impossible. 

"Jester?"

 Seemed like criminal understood that something was not like usualy 'cause when they were almost in front of each other he asked with slight fear.

"Tony?"

What gave Chess great piece of information. His detainee knew who he really was, but deliberately used the wrong name. And Chess didn't want to spend even one more second in that place. He pushed the criminal and ran with all of his power to the door. He didn't stop when his detainee shouted after him. Who would do that? While wanting to get out of the cluttered room, he didn't even pay attention to the face that was hiding under the hood. He got out of the door and the room where he found himself seemed familiar. Fearing that figure with hood may follow him, he didn't stop until got out of the building into the streets. At streets he only stoped to understand where he is and ran then to the nearest police station,  hoping to find out what happened.

"Sorry, could you say again, who you are?"

The guard behind the police information desk did not understand him when he said his name was Tony Chess and he wanted to make a complaint.

"My name is Tony Chess."

Guard sighted, leaned closer to the desk and crossed fingers.

"Sir, we get that you are a huge 3nds fan, but trying to impersonate someone is illegal and can be punished by law. Also Tony Chess has been already four years dead."

Tony felt the axiety growing.

"I'm Tony Chess, don't you understand what I'm saying? I woke up few hours ago in some weird basement, where somebody had locked me up. Last thing I remember is falling asleep in band bus after big consert."

Obviously the guard didn't understand him and noticing that the guy with the hood, was coming to the police station, he just gave up trying to explain what had happened.

"Forget it. Anyway you will not belive what I'm talking."

Guard noded

"You got that."

And Tony ran out of the station into groud of people. Finaly reaching a park in somewhere, he stoped panting. He wasn't in much shape to run around like that, but will to live, fights and wins everything. Well almost. And it seems, if you are runing for your life you will forget everything.

"Have you finally gotten to run around enough, Tony?"

Chess turned around heart beating fastly. Horror in hood was there. Behind him, leaning to tree like it wouldn't stay up without his help. But now with plenty of light, Tony regonized who it was...