“How long have we been here?”
“I don’t know.”
“When were we last fed?”
“ I don’t know…”
“How long until-”
“Jamie, I don’t know!”
Steve and Jamie sat in a prison cell somewhere in Givoni’s house. Castor’s men had taken the two to this prison. They were rarely fed, had not seen sunlight for what seemed like forever, and were victims to the dampness of the cell and a cold draft coming through.
Steve stayed huddled in a corner in the pitch black cell. He barely talked to Jamie, who was elsewhere. Jamie was practically complaining and being needy for company. From time to time, Jamie’s voice would ring out, asking Steve where he was.
Steve grew tired of his friend’s crying and just shut up. Jamie still cried out, though, making Steve aggravated. Steve’s only time to see where Jamie was in the cell was when a slot opened in the wall and two poorly made meals were dropped onto the floor of the cell. Light would flood in for only a second and Jamie was always somewhere else.
If the room were lit, Steve would have pummeled Jamie so badly he’d resemble animal carrion in the road after an encounter with a tractor. The crying, the complaints… The overall bitching bouncing off the walls of the cell was enough to tear Steve’s mind in half.
Because Jamie was so a painful problem to deal with, Steve began to wish he a schizophrenic. That way, he’d be able to have a conversation with someone other than a person or thing that changed its appearance every five seconds.
Speaking of which, Steve noticed that, whenever the light darted through, it was plainly clear that Jamie was still dressed like Tobey Maguire. This was the longest time Steve had ever seen Jamie as one person. It was-
The light flooded in again. “Slop time!” a rough and obnoxious voice rang out. As the food was put through the slot, it quickly retracted. A yelp burst out from the other side and Steve picked up his head, alerted from the cry. The slot shut and everything was silent. Then a loud banging came from where the slow was.
Steve jumped to his feet ready to act at a moment’s notice. He didn’t know where Jamie was, but by the silence, he could tell that his friend was frozen in fear.
The banging continued. The banging slowed to heavier and more charged hits. Then, after a one second silence, light flooded into the cell, causing Steve to retract a step. A door fell in and one of Castor’s black guards flew across the cell into the wall on the other side.
Steve had to cover his mask with his hands to protect himself from the light. All he could see was two silhouettes enter and stand in front of him.
“Steve? Jamie?” One of them spoke.
The voice was familiar. Steve knew it and took a random guess. “Givoni?”
“Uh… No?” The same silhouette replied.
“Marco?”
“Nope.”
“Hagashi?”
“C’mon, Steve! Use your head!”
“Angelo?”
“Bingo!” Angelo slapped Steve on the forehead of his mask. “Took yer sweet little time, didn’t you?”
Steve shook his head and saw clearly now. He could see the familiar face of Angelo staring at him. He looked over his shoulder and saw Hagashi standing in the open doorway.
“Why are you here?” Steve asked.
Angelo groaned. “Well, when someone dressed up like a court jester who wears a mask and a cross dressing maniac go missing for three days and people are being thrown in jail by the mayor’s crazy brother, it just comes across your mind to think something is wrong and your friend has been kidnapped.” Angelo stuck out his tongue and smiled.
Steve chuckled. “How’d you get in here?”
“Marco made up a fake delivery to the mansion. I busted in once the door opened and we ran down here.”
Steve looked over Angelo’s shoulder at Hagashi, who was staring at Jamie. Steve’s friend was frozen in the corner. “Why’d you bring Hagashi?” Steve whispered.
“Why not?” Angelo shrugged.
Steve raised his head. “Hagashi, what are you doing?” He asked.
Hagashi was putting on a white glove. “Now hold still Jamie,” He said with his accent, “This will only be odd for a second.”
“Hagashi!” Steve roared.
Angelo sprinted towards the doctor and threw him over his shoulder. “Steve, Givoni is coming back today! Didn’t you tell me that he wanted you keep the town in shape?”
Steve slapped himself across the mask.
“You’ve lost three days! Can you set it right?”
Steve shrugged. “I’ll try!”
“Right then,” Angelo said with a triumphant voice, “Let’s get out of here so you can do that!”
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