Our deeply wanted Freddie,

I hope you are well. Because we are not. The seminars are next week, but, honestly, I won't come. I stopped attending lectures completely. Busy working.

Our entire group decided to celebrate when college's out. But we're waiting for you. So come back sooner.

Johnathan is working on his dissertation about fear. I think they gave his some barely alive mousies at the hospital. Now he's experimenting with them. So which one of us is the sadist, eh Freddie?

I hardly see anyone these days. Johnny sometimes comes over. It's mostly raining. I find this all very ironic.

I hate this no-letter challenge. I hate this so much.

Your tired friend,

Heath

He knew he couldn't rely on the hospital. The mice they gave him were part dead, too frightened in the first place, and extremely voracious.

Johnathan sighed, watching as the white mouse's red eyes widen, the black pupil covering the entire iris. The animal dashed into the corner from an invisible enemy, a cat probably, and squeaked in its high pitched shrill. Johnathan took off his glasses and tiredly rubbed his face with his hand. This was all the same. Now, in about five minutes, it will have a heart attack and be the final mouse going down the toilet.

The squeaking gradually became quieter, then stopped. Johnathan glanced up from under his hand. The mouse lifelessly slacked in the corner. Sighing, he opened the cage and took it out by the tail. Tossing it into the toilet, he apathetically watched it swirl round the sides before disappearing in the drain.

Grabbing his keys, Johnathan walked out of his apartment. It was a Saturday, and he didn't work on Saturdays. Passing the college buildings, Johnathan accidentally glanced into the old church. A lonely figure sat on the graffitied benches. The figure awfully looked like Heath. Johnathan leaned on the doorway.

"Skipping?"

"Huh?" Heath turned around. "Oh it's you..." Johnathan walked down the aisle and sat down by him. Heath was confusedly shuffling the cards.

"Do you know a city starting on a y and pertaining to World War 2?"

"Yalta?" Johnathan asked, eyes following the slow, like in slow motion, falling of the cards on Heath's palm. They froze.

"Really?" Heath asked in amusement. Johnathan nodded. Heath sighed and began to shuffle them again. Johnathan stretched his legs, head slightly tilted. His eyes grazed the broken window.

"How are your things going?" Heath asked, looking down at his cards. Johnathan's lips slightly twitched in irritation.

"All the mice died."

"Ask for guinea pigs," Heath suggested, looking up at the intern.

"They probably don't have them," Johnathan tiredly answered, taking off his glasses and closing his eyes.

"It's easier to perform on humans."

"Me, you mean?" Heath specified. Johnathan shook his head, not opening his eyes.

"No, I meant myself. Maybe some of the hospital staff, but less likely. I can't risk my position here. After all, I'm just an intern."

"And don't forget that," Heath finished. A joker card accidentally slipped his hand, sending the entire deck spilling on the floor. Cursing under his breath, Heath lowered down under the benches and began picking them up. Johnathan continued to sit with closed eyes. After a moment, Heath appeared back again.

"Do you have your chemical by the way?" He asked, blowing the dust off the cards and glancing at Johnathan. The intern opened his eyes and looked at Heath.

"Do you think I carry chemicals around with me?" Heath shrugged.

"You certainly look like a person who will." Johnathan suddenly smirked and took out a small tube from his pocket.

"So you do carry it around," Heath said, taking it from Johnathan, and bringing it close to his eyes.

"For spontaneous experiments." Johnathan crookedly smiled. "If I accidentally see a squirrel in a bush and decide to scare it." Heath slightly grinned and transferred his gaze at Johnathan.

"Can I try it?" The intern shrugged.

"For pure entertainment and curiosity of what will happen? Sure. I just may not be able to stop you."

Heath smirked and, tugging off the cork, chugged in half of the colorless liquid. Then, he smacked his lips, trying to feel the taste on his tongue. Johnathan curiously watched him. Heath shifted his gaze on him.

"Does the effect work after a certain time?" He asked. Johnathan frowned.

"No, it works immediately," he slowly said, furrowing his brows. Heath waited a little bit, then shrugged, plugging the cork back into the tube.

"Oh well. Guess it doesn't work on me. Thanks for the experience anyway." He handed the tube back to Johnathan. That one was still frowning.

"Strange. Are you not afraid of anything?" Heath happily began shuffling the cards again.

"No. Never have been."

Johnathan thoughtfully tucked the glass tube back into his pocket, thinking about something of his own. The rushing of the students outside the church indicated the the end of the third lecture.

A/N Sorry for such a short chapter, guys! I just didn't want to include the next big chapter in with this one! Another allusion to take note of - Johnathan's chemical doesn't have any affect on Heath. This was mentioned in one of the DC comics, when Scarecrow tried to use his toxin on the Joker, and desperately failed.