The Monkees Part 2

Chapter 20

"Well, I didn't nessesarilly leave. I just hid. Apparently you didn't see me did you?"

Mike tilted his hip and put his hand on it. "I do wish you would leave me and my friends alone." Mike said in a very calm voice.

"You're not going to get off that easily."

"I didn't think I would." Mike now crossed his arms. "You must be a real coward." Mike said trying to get under his skin.

"Did you just call me a coward?"

"Actually, I did. I also am going to call you an idiot. You are a coward because you choose to come to me without my friends around. It appears you are afraid of what they are capeable of."

He denied it. "No. That is very untrue. I think you're just trying to get me mad."

"Is it working?" Mike said with a smirk on his face.

"No. You will have to try harder."

"Very well. I thought I could try to get under you're skin using insults but it appears that's not going to happen." Mike stood up straight then tilted his hip the other way.

Martins grabbed a knife and twirled it in between his fingers. Mike never flinched at seeing it. All he did was cross his arms.

"You see this knife? It can cause severe damage to you."

"Yeah, so can my fist. Have you seen what I did to the wall downstairs? If you want, I would be glad to do the same to you're face." Mike smirked again.

"Why don't you fight like a man. With a knife."

Mike thought about it for a moment. "So, if I win, I will just simply tell the cops that you were an intruder and I tried to defend myself."

"But if I win, I kill you."

Mike thought about it again. He reached for another knife that was sitting on his nightstand that Martins had put there because he knew Mike would agree to this. Mike of course wanted him dead and this was the perfect moment to and tell the cops that it was self defense. It technically would be.

Martins moved closer to Mike who stood still where he had been for the past several minutes. Martins looked Mike in the eyes. Mike was about a foot taller than him. Mike took off his wool hat and placed it on his bed so it didn't ruin while they had this knife fight.

Mike flipped the knife up in the air and caught it by the handle. He never told anyone that he was good with knives. Even Martins had no idea.

"You scared Martins?"

"No. I just never thought you were the type to be good with knives."

"Well, I did grow up in Texas. We know everything."

"So, are we going to do this or what?"

"As long as you quit stalling." Mike snickered as he twirled the knife again. He knelt down and pulled out a knife from under his bed. Now he had two. Mike had a slight adavantage.

Mike threw the first knife and it landed in the wall right next to Martins face. He was startled for a second but reacted quickly as he ran at Mike unexpectedly and tackled him to the floor with a loud thump.

Mike struggled to get free as Martins sat on his chest making it hard for him to breathe. He then lowered the knife so it was now level with Mike's neck but Mike blocked his swing and instead of cutting through his neck, Martins stabbed Mike's arm and drew the knife out pretty fast.

He aimed for Mike's neck again. As he swung down, Mike grabbed his wrists and pushed him off. They both stood up and Mike rubbed his arm that was bleeding pretty bad. "Is that all you got Martins?"

"No. I got plenty more."

Finally, the bedroom door opened and Micky was standing there. "Mike, what's going on up here?"

"Micky, I don't want you in the way." Mike just kept looking at Martins. Micky turned to look at him and he said in a terrified voice:"Oh sorry! I think I hear Davy calling me." He took off and shut the door so Mike and Martins could finish what they started.

Mike cracked his neck on both sides and Martins came after him again. Mike was ready for it this time. He dodged it and Martins landed on the floor. As he was on the floor, he took the knife and stabbed Mike in the ankle and Mike cried out and fell on top of Martins.

"Didn't think that one through did you Martins?"

Mike grabbed Martins hand with the knife in it and slammed it on the ground sevaral times making him let go of it. Mike turned him over so that he was now faced down and Mike sat on his back. He grabbed the knife and held it to Martins throat.

"Now, it looks like I won."

Martins growled at Mike's remark. He seemed to be a bit infuriated at Mike at the moment but there was nothing he could do because Mike had the knife against his throat.

Micky came back upstairs to make sure Mike was alright. Once he cracked the bedroom door open, he only saw the back of Mike and someone laying on the floor so he thought that the one laying on the floor was Mike.

He grabbed Mike and turned him around and realized it was him. "Sorry Mike. I didn't notice that was you. I didn't realize you were the one who won."

"Its alright Mick. I'm just fine. Did you get in contact with the cops?"

"Yeah. They should be here shortly."

"Help me out Micky. Lets tie this guy up."

Micky nodded and Mike grabbed some rope from the closet and they both dragged him downstairs where Davy and Peter were. Mike tied him up against the leg of the table.

"How did he get back in here without us knowing?" Peter questioned.

Mike spoke up: "He never left."

Mike grabbed the first aid kit and sat over at the couch. The others were watching him as he lifted up his shirt sleeve to reveal a pretty bad puncture in his arm.

"I'll help you Mike." Davy offered and walked up to Mike who handed him the kit. "So, it looks like you got into a knife fight Mike."

"That's exactly what happened. We made a bet. If I win, I turn him over to the cops and if I lose, he got to kill me. But I knew you guys were going to check up on me sooner or later. So, basically, in this situation, Micky distracted him enough for me to win the fight. Now is the time to thank you Micky for practically saving me."

"It was no problem. We all heard a thump which was I assume the sound of you hitting the floor."

"Yep." Davy bandaged up Mike's arm and was about to put the kit away when Mike said: "Wait, wait Davy. I still need that." He took it from Davy and lifted up his pants leg to reveal another stab wound on his ankle. He fixed it up himself just as the cops showed up.

Peter let them in and showed them over to Martins. The cops said: "You know boys, there's a reward for the capture of Mr. Gary Martins."

Several other cops untied Martins and dragged him up. "This isn't OVER Nesmith!"

"I'd like to think it is. You will be going away for a very, very long time." Mike said as he finished bandaging his ankle.

Martins fought with the cops as they took him outside. Mike stood up and winced in pain as he walked and went to put the kit back where he got from. He limped around as he walked and he refused to sit.

"Glad you boys made it out in one piece. That guy has a tendency of killing his victims slowly and he makes sure there is no one to tell their stories." The officer said.

"Yeah well, the most we have fought was getting into a knife fight upstairs. He really didn't hurt me that bad. I highly doubt he could have done any more damage."

"Well, you boys be careful ya hear." The officer said as the other cops left the house.

"Whew. Finally. We can live normal lives again."

The End!!