Nightmare awoke in a dark room with one dim light hanging from the ceiling. It was a small room, and it appeared that he was the only one there. He was strapped to a chair with steel wires, and it appeared that the chair was bolted to the cement floor. Classic interrogation room, he thought.
Suddenly, the door opened for a moment and Suicide walked in. "Ah, you're awake. Good."
"Let me guess," said Nightmare. "This is the part where you laugh maniacally, pull off my mask, and then put me over a huge pit of hot lava. Am I right?"
"No."
"Rats."
"Besides, I already know your secret identity, John."
A million thoughts raced through Nightmare's head. This was definitely not good.
"Now John, we really need to talk. There are a lot of things I need to ask you before I kill you. First of all, how did you get as far as you did?"
Nightmare glowed with pride. "First of all, you were a bit clumsy. I found out about the drug when a punk attacked me. With fire. That's a pretty good tip-off right there. Next, I found your website."
"Good!" Suicide interrupted. "I was hoping you visited it. That was essential. Now, continue."
"All right. So, I sent you an E-mail saying that I wanted some of the drug. You sent out a dealer, I dealt with him, and took his papers. His name was Joe Cradock. So, I went to the police station, hacked into the computer, and found his criminal record. That was when I… found out about Freddy. How could he help you!?!"
Suicide smiled ingeniously. "He didn't you fool. Do you think that you're the only person who knows how to hack? I put in Dock's name in that file, just to throw you off. Plus, it set you up for the fall you were supposed to take form my dart."
If he could have, Nightmare would have stood up and punched him in the mouth. "Y-you mean you framed him?!?"
"Of course. And reason is wonderful: so that you would go snooping around his house that night! So that I could shoot you with my poisoned dart! Isn't that rich!?!" he laughed.
"You sick, twisted…" Nightmare started.
"Now, now, no name-calling! So, that's the first order of business; now, onto the next. You see, this is a wonderful plan that's been set up. The plan wouldn't be complete without all this. Plus, acting more evil than I am is a lot of fun. Makes me feel like the Joker!"
"Just get on with the plan, Mr. Nicholson."
"Ha ha. But you're right. Now it's my job to ask you: what would you like to call me? I'd like a name for the newspapers when they see the murder scene. If Jack the Ripper got so much publicity, why not me?"
"How's 'shit' for you?"
"Now, now, what have I said about name-calling. Really, I want a good name."
Nightmare sighed. He was the one with Nightmare hostage after all. "Suicide is the name I've been calling you in my head."
Suicide laughed. "Ooh, I like that! Excellent! You're pretty creative for a lawyer, John!"
Nightmare winced. Oh yeah. Suicide knew his real name. "I'm glad. You can't imagine the pleasure it gives me to name serial killers and assassins," he said dryly.
"Now, now, enough playtime. Down to business. There's something I have been ordered to ask you by my master. I need to know all about your past. Why you became Nightmare, how you trained yourself to get so athletic, and how you got so smart. I need to know your parents names, any siblings, past lovers, everything! To put it simply, I want your biography, and I want it now."
Nightmare spit in Suicide's face. The face contorted in fury, but calmed itself quickly. "That was stupid, Nightmare. I'm going to get the truth out of you somehow, it's just a matter of how much pain you go through."
Nightmare thought about it long and hard. "Okay, Suicide. You find out all about me on one condition. You keep talking about 'the plan' like you didn't make it yourself, and you mentioned a master a minute ago. Who's the drug dealer, Suicide?"
Suicide's face split into a grin, smiling as though it was exactly what he had wanted to hear. "The drug dealer Nightmare? An old friend of mine named Joseph Alvosta."
To be continued………………….