The Monkees Part 1

Chapter 4

No one's POV

Micky was trying everything he can to find out the location of Justin and Mike. His heart felt like it was about to explode because of how fast it was beating. He was scared. No. More like terrified of losing his monkee brother.

He slid down the spiral staircase and went to the door after hearing a knock. Once he opened it, it was a stranger with a telegram for Micky.

Micky took it and he said: "Hey guys we got a telegram." "He began reading it outloud.

"Mick. I need your help. I already know you and Pete and Davy are looking for me but you wont find me. I dont know where I am. I sent this telegram so you would know i don't have much time before he kills me off. As far as I know I'm in a secluded area. That's all i know. Come quickly. Be safe.

Mike Nesmith.

"Mike sent this. It means he's still alive. So we need to look in places that are secluded." Micky started looking over at Peter and then at Davy.

"But how did he get a message out?" Peter answered

"It doesn't matter. We need to find him and fast."

Mike's POV

I wasn't hurt as much as I thought I would be by now. I tried to escape and I did manage to get a telegram out to Micky but I suffered the consequences. It was worth it though. Hopefully they didn't know about the message.

Now, instead of being tied up with rope like last time, I am chained to the wall. Great. Just great. I can't attempt to escape now.

All my injuries included: a possible concussion, sprained left wrist (now I can't play my gretch guitar for quite some time), and several bruises on my face. Nothing serious. Yet. I just need to wait a little while longer. I need to wait for Davy, Micky and Peter.

The door flew open again. It was Justin and he approached me with an angry expression on his face.

"Who did you send a message to?"

I stayed quiet.

"Mike, I'm warning you."

"I'll never tell. For all you know, I gave it to the police."

"If you did, they would be here by now. So, who did you give the message to? Hmm? I take it you still won't speak?"

"Right you are." I said with a half a grin.

"Okay. I must say, your loyal to your friends. I guess we will have to do this the hard way."

My heart quickened its pace. I had no idea what he had in store for me. I don't want to break under pressure. I'm not going to. Think positive Mike. Think positive.

"I'll give you one last chance. Who did you give the note to? I promise we won't kill him."

I stayed quiet. I am not going to give away the fact that I gave the note to Micky. He's my best friend. I don't want anything happening to him. I'll risk my life to make sure he is safe.

"Okay. I see your still not going to talk. Perhaps, if we kidnapped one of your friends. Then they could watch you die slowly."

"Your going to kill me anyways Justin so why bother?"

"Because we already nabbed him. Don't worry. He's fine. He looks way better than you do."

He snapped his finger and Micky was brought in.

"He wasn't very cooperative. Neither of you have been."

Micky was unconscious as he was fastened to some chains right next to me. Then Justin and the other guy left.

"Mick. Hey Micky. Wake up man."

Micky shot his head up and squinted his eyes due to a bad headache he had from being hit over the head by something when his back was turned.

He looked over at me. "Mike?"

"Hey buddy. Long time no see."

"Your hurt."

I looked down at my wrist. "Yeah. Well let's just say, I tried to escape. I got someone to send a telegram to you but they caught up with me. And now I'm in chains. Been like this for several hours."

"Sorry man. Look. I got myself caught. Peter and Davy know where we are. So they are getting the police. Once they get the cops here, we will be saved."

"Let's hope they hurry. His did you manage to capture yourself?"

"Don't ask. You know Pete is worried sick about you. He thinks you'll die."

"Well that's what they wanna do. They wanna kill me slowly. Did I ever tell you about a guy named Justin Marcos?"

"I know all about him. Davy has a cop friend so we had her run the name Arnold Riggers. It was an alias used by Justin Marcos. I did manage to peak in that journal you had when you were in the air force and that's how I found out why he took you."

"Bizarre isn't it. He still thinks I murdered his friend. He thinks I sabotaged his plane when I didn't."

"Did you try to tell him otherwise?"

"Of course man."

The door opened again. Justin Marcos had returned. "Looks like you two are getting acquainted again. So nice to see."

"Look, you have me. You don't need Micky."

"No. I don't. But I found him snooping in places he shouldn't. He's a loyal friend. I gotta give him that. He told me he would do anything to find you."

"Dont hurt him. He hasn't done anything wrong."

"You know, I did finally come to the conclusion that you just might be innocent."

"So why an I still here?"

"I can't release you. You'll go to the cops. So your stuck here. If all things go well with your friend, his death will be fast. And he won't have to suffer. As for you, I want you to suffer."

I leaned my head back with my eyes closed. My head hurt. And Justin Marcos isn't making it any easier. In fact he's just making it worse.

A first connected to my jaw again sending me out of my thoughts and opening my eyes.

"Leave him alone." Micky began to shout.

"In case you don't realize, I haven't necessarily done anything to get hit this time. Please enlighten me on what I have done."

"I told you, I was going to kill you slowly didn't I?"

"Yeah but just leave Mick out of it."

"Nah. It's more enjoyable like this. To have him watch you suffer."

"But you said you were going to kill him."

"I might. If I'm in a good mood, I'll spare his life."

"In case you haven't realize Mike, I keep taking my anger out on you. Which is why you only have bruises. Wait until I get furious or something."

He gave a wicked laugh as he left. "Well. That just happened."

"Hey Mike, you alright?"

"Yeah. I'll be fine. This is nothin'. I'll be fine............For now."