Mick's Point of View
Richard pushed me and Jerome into the dark room. An incredibly putrid scent attacked my nose and I would have thrown up if it hadn't been for the fact Joy had literally been starving me. It had been so crazy. Then again, this whole adventure had been crazy. How exactly was I supposed to deal with the girl, excuse me, the girl I used to love, being a complete psycho? It just didn't work out well. When I walked in that flat I saw her face for only a millisecond then it all went black. Then I woke up in a van with Jason Winkler. He explained how Joy wanted revenge on us. But he never did specify for what. And that thought haunted me, why did Joy need revenge? She was so sweet before. Now she was sadistic and cold. I could barely believe it was Joy.
The lights flickered on and I had to suppress a gasp. In front of us was a large wooden table that had hundreds of bottles in every shape, size, and color placed on top of it.
"Wow. Looks like somebody had a party," Jerome whistled. I sent him a glare and before I could respond, Joy's voice overtook the room.
"Very funny Jerome. Everybody knows Patricia's a drunk. So all you have to do Micky dear is find her favorite drink. It's located in one of the bottles. Good luck my dear," her voice brought back memories that I desperately wanted to forget. I proposed to that girl, I made that girl dinner. I did everything for that girl. And worst of all, I loved that girl. But she wasn't that girl anymore. This Joy was different from the one I knew, and that was one of the scariest things ever.
"Fine. But don't call me Micky every again," I said gravely as I approached the table. Patricia's favorite drink was Russian vodka, she had told us that plenty of times. It was all we ever got her for Christmas after all. I began to examine all of the bottles, looking for one that resembled the expensive ones we always got her. After searching for only a while I picked one up that I was absolutely positive it was this. "Hear it is," I said confidently. I could hear the laughs that were hidden in Joy's voice.
"Drink it then and prove it," she told me. I uncorked the bottle and took a quick swig. Instantly my throat burned and I spat it out as quickly as possible.
"What was that!" I sputtered out. The burning still rang strong in my throat and I grabbed for the largest bottle on the table. It was already opened and I sniffed it before I drank it. Inside it seemed to be water, which is exactly what I needed.
"Just a little lighter fluid." Joy sounded incredibly giddy. She enjoyedthis. How disturbing and utterly disgusting can she get?
"Little bitch," I muttered under my breath as I downed some of the water. It helped control the pain and I went back to search for more bottles. This time I picked up a medium sized bottle. I held it up to my nose and tried my best to smell it. Its scent was citric and I put it down disdainfully. I had to be careful. Joy could have put anything in these bottles. For all I knew there was mercury, or something even more deadly in hear. Another bottle smelled somewhat similar to Gatorade so I also put that down. Another bottle appeared and smelled somewhat similar. "I think it's this one. So what now, do I have to drink it again?" I asked her. Jerome cracked a sarcastic comment before Joy could say anything.
"No…because Ms. Psycho decided to give you a break and come down here and tell you that you got it right! You arse. Drink it." I shot him a glare. Joy was probably not in the mood for his jokes.
"For once in his life Jerome's correct. You do have to drink it again." So I hesitantly took a small drink of it.
"Gross," I grumbled as I spit the drink back into the bottle. It wasn't the vodka, but thank god it wasn't something deadly.
Then a hazy feeling began to creep up inside of me. "My head…damn what is that?" I groaned as I placed my head in my hands.
"Oh just a little of my specially made poison. Patricia's gotten a lot of that recently." I dropped the bottle. Although everything was getting hazy and distorted I went back over to the table and began to drink as many bottles as I could. I poured back about ten until I found it. I held it up in victory.
"Hear," I held it out as Richard walked back into the room and grabbed the bottle from my hands. He nodded and tossed it in to the corner. Just as I felt as if I was going to fait, Richard forced another liquid down my throat. Slowly the dizziness receded and I felt the world come back into focus.
"Can't have you out of the game now. You did save Patricia after all." He grumbled and threw me back against the table. I rammed into it, knocking down all of the bottles. The glass dug into my skin and it too all of my will-power not to yell. Now I knew how Jerome had felt when the hundreds of tiny pieces of glass sunk into his feet. Richard left the room and Jerome rushed over to me.
"You okay?" he asked with concern in his voice as he helped me up. I nodded in reply. Not much was said for a moment, but then a creaking noise came from the wall. Both Jerome's and mine's head darted over to the wall where it had come from. It was still for a moment then it suddenly opened and Patricia tumbled out. She looked disheveled and tired, but she looked like herself. Her spunk seemed apparent because she only stood there for a moment before standing up and coming over to us with a grin on her face.
"So how do I save Nina?" she asked with a smirk on her expectant face. No one could break Patricia. And for that I was thankful.
An/ Wow, what a long wait for this chapter. Sorry. I went up to my Grandparents. God there characters… anyway read and review! They make me smiles. Suggestions are awesome!
Rockets Love- I really love Mara's idea! So thanks a lot!
Fabina 4ever- Yeah it's not fun! I did it on accident before…it hurt a ton.
Prank King- Thanks. And you're right. But I think the whole friendship gets better in season 2,
RozieIvashkov- Ha I didn't really update that soon but I hope this chapter was alright!
HarryPotterRoxsMySoxForever- I know exactly what you're talking about! I love Harry Potter and that's kind of where I got my idea.
Aleprbla- Haha I hope you didn't have to step on glass to save your friend from a psycho!
Princess Fafa-Yeah I do…it kind of freaks me out. I hope you like this chapter!
Written-in-hearts-Awww that means a lot. You're right about Jerome! I hate doing this to him!
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A Reviewing Reader-I'm glad! Patricia could so go to jail! I would love to see that episode "House of Jail/House of Drunks"