The Monkees Part 1

Chapter 3

Mike's POV

I dont recall what happened to me after I took my walk on the trail. One minute I was walking back to the pad, and the next, I wake up in this strange place with a bad headache. Who are these people? What do they want?

I remembered that phone call I had a few days before. Some guy named Arnold Riggers. I don't know any man by that name. He says he was in the air force with me. I began to think back. Nothing came to me. He seems to know who I am but I have no idea who he is.

Could Arnold Riggers be an alias? I'm wearing myself out just trying to figure out who this guy is. I know Justin Marcos had an alias by that name but I highly doubt its him.

I saw a metal door open and I saw none other than the man himself. Justin Marcos. The guy who blamed me all these years for his friend dying. I had nothing to do with his health. He was shot down in enemy territory and Justin refused to believe the enemies caused his plane to crash. He thinks I sabotaged the plane.

I heard Justin speak up: "Long time no see partner. Remember me?"

"Sorry you will have to refresh my memory. I don't keep track of my enemies." I found myself saying before I realized what I said.

"Don't be a smart mouth. That's the last thing I need from you Nesmith. Now, tell me what you did to my friend's plane."

'You just won't accept the fact that your friend was killed by the enemies. He was shot down."

"Your lying."

"Am I? Go ahead and keep blaming the wrong person for Daniel's death. It's not going to bring him back."

"Your right. It's not. But at least I have the guy who killed him."

"I didn't kill your friend."

"Shut up. That's enough from you Nesmith." Justin got on his knees so he was now looking in my eyes. I wasn't afraid of this man. He could taunt me all he wanted. I want going to show him fear. That's what he wants.

"I can see right through you Nesmith. You are going to suffer. I'll be sure of that. Then, once you suffered enough, I'll kill you myself."

"Go ahead. Kill an innocent person. That's just what you need. You could get the chair for this."

"I don't care. I would have avenged Daniel. That's what he would have wanted."

"He wouldn't want you to kill someone who is innocent."

I really hope Micky and the others find me before it's too late.

"Look. No one knows where you are. Nor can they find you. No one can hear you no matter how loud you cry out."

I just rolled my eyes at him. Apparently he didn't like that too much because his fist connected to my jaw sending my face to the right of me. A bruise was already starting to form on my lower jaw. I could tell this wasn't going to end well.

"Don't do that again or it will be a much harder hit. Understand?"

"Maybe. There are still some things I don't understand about this whole situation."

"I'm not going to explain the entire thing to you again."

"Alright. Just know, that my friends are probably looking for me. And they will find me. No matter what."

"Oh sure they will find you. Dead. On the side if a road."

I caught myself rolling my eyes again. I had forgotten what he said about me doing it again. His fist connected to the side of my lip. Sending my face flying to the right again. I looked back up at him and I could feel my bottom lip bleeding. My vision was fuzzy for a couple seconds but I managed to focus them again.

"What did I tell you would happen if you rolled your eyes at me again?"

I just sighed as he walked out the door shutting the metal door behind him.

I need to find a way to get out of here. Or find a way to send a message to Micky to tell him where I am. I thought.

Okay....................okay....................

Come on Micky, Pete and Davy. Where are you?