Despite the blindfold, Davy knew exactly what was going on and who was responsible.
"Peter, this is the third time I've been kidnapped this year and it's only September. It's getting old."
"This is not a kidnapping," came a nervous sounding voice from nearby.
"What do you call this then? Did you really have to tie me up like this?" Davy asked as he tried to loosen the ropes around his wrists.
"You would have run away and made rash decisions."
"Me make rash decisions? You're the one that decided to pistol whip my head! I thought you were at the laundromat."
"I came back in to grab my detergent. I heard what you were about to do. It had to be done. You're not yourself lately."
"I'm not myself lately?! I can't believe this is happening! And that you're so nonchalant about it."
"Nonchalant about what? The situation?" Peter asked.
"No, me being kidnapped on my bad hair day…OF COURSE BEING IN THIS SITUATION!"
"You my friend need to calm down. You're at a fifteen and I need you at like a seven. I'm the one in a predicament here. My friend is accusing me of criminal activity!"
"This situation is not improving your case."
"Let's just talk about this rationally. Okay?"
"Nothing about this is okay! You've got me bloody held hostage God knows where! I'm freaked out! Maybe if I scream loud enough someone will find me."
"Unlikely, " Peter said removing Davy's blindfold.
Davy glanced around at an unfamiliar space. "Where are we?"
"In the pad basement."
"We have a basement?"
"Well, I'm the only one that comes down here."
"You know normal people don't have a basement full of weapons," Davy deadpanned as he took in arsenal filled shelves.
"I'll have you know that every single one of these knives saved my life at least once. They are mostly from my assassin camp days."
"What about that gun over there?"
"Oh, that? That's just for decoration and obviously for taking down the British."
Davy stared at Peter unamused.
"I didn't hear you complaining about my skills when they were helping us get out of sticky situations. What are you so afraid of anyway?"
"You! Are you deranged or something?"
"Now there's no need for name calling, David. I just needed to explain the situation and this was the only way to make sure you didn't act impulsively before I would be able to defend myself."
"This?" Davy said sarcastically. "This was the only way you could think of? Nothing else crossed your mind? Nothing that made you seem less…I don't know…like a psychopathic murderer!"
"Wow, you have been watching way too many of those movies. And words hurt you know."
"Did you bring me here to kill me?"
"Obviously," Peter rolled his eyes.
"I can't tell if you're being serious or sarcastic. Literally everything about this is illegal, you know."
"I'm aware of that," Peter sighed, "but I'm hoping that after we talk this through, we can move forward."
"Sorry Mate, but I can't do that. Getting murdered wasn't on today's agenda for me."
"It's not on anyone's," Peter said looking confused.
"No it's on mine, just not until next Thursday. You're too early. So if you just untie me I'll be on my way."
"Nice try, but I want you to know the truth."
"I know all I need to know about you. Thank you very much."
"If that's the case and you aren't willing to listen right now, then I have some other things I need to attend to today," Peter said getting up and heading towards the stairs. "That will give you time to consider your options."
"Wait, you can't just leave me down here! Where are you going?"
"I am either going to do the laundry or to commit a heinous crime. I'll decide in the car," Peter replied mockingly as he ascended the stairs.
"Peter…PETER!" Davy screamed after his captor. Davy rested his head against the back of the chair he was in. That conversation and this situation were tedious and exhausting. He needed to try and free himself, but something told him that he would have plenty of time to try because Peter wouldn't be returning anytime soon. "You know, I'm not particularly fond of this side of Peter."
Davy had drained himself trying to break out of his bindings. "Damn that assassin's camp! How is it legal to train people to torture and kill others?"
"It all depends on if you're using your skills for suitable reasons or for malevolence," came a voice from the darkness.
"Peter, you really need to stop sneaking up on me like that. It only adds to the reservations I already have about you."
"I was thinking about that while I was gone…"
"Where did you go?" Davy interrupted.
"Amazing, you never let up do you? I didn't kill anyone today, if that's what you mean," Peter said irritably.
"You say that like it's a difficult task to restrain yourself."
"No, I say that like it's a difficult task to deal with you."
"Simple solution to that is letting me go. I won't do anything impulsive, honest. I will just go on about my business like I don't know anything."
"You don't know anything! That's just the thing! "
There was silence for a few lingering moments before Davy spoke up again.
"I have a concern."
"Just one?"
"No, but I didn't think you'd let me speak my piece if I told you how many I actually have."
"Anyway, that's what I was thinking about. First, I want you to explain to me why you suspect me of malice and ill intentions."
"You must really be an evil genius because your vocabulary has improved ten-fold."
"Davy, enough stalling. What's been going on?"
"Hmm, why am I questioning your behavior? Besides the fact that you've kidnapped me, tied me up, and are holding me in your weapons room…"
"YES BESIDES THAT!"
"Cool it, Pete. You act as though you're being held hostage," Davy continued to taunt his mild-mannered friend. Peter shot Davy a vicious glare. "Alright, you win. Normally, it would be laughable to think that you're capable of harming other people. But all the facts of the case mixed with your questionable behavior of late is difficult to ignore."
"What facts and what questionable behavior?" Peter demanded angrily.
"Will you hold on, I'm getting there. You've already made me disappear, what are you going to do next? Put your assassin skills to good use."
"Don't tempt me."
"Alright, first of all your mysterious absences. I hadn't noticed before all this missing persons business, but for the past few weeks you have been MIA around the pad and at practices. You are coming home with no explanations and being quite secretive when asked to elaborate. Recently, you have been returning home in rough shape. One day it was the mud and disheveled clothing and the next it was the long gash on your arm. Needless to say, your absences coincide with the missing people. So where were you when all this was happening?"
"Where was I? Hmm…that's a very good question."
"That's what I'm talking about! You're not going to tell me, are you?"
"Nope. You should trust me. And besides I have a feeling you're not even close to being done with these absurd accusations."
"Funny your use of the word 'trust'; since I heard you sleep talking and trying to convince someone to go somewhere with you."
"I don't remember my dreams, but there has got to be an explanation for that. You have no idea what that was about and dreams are not accurate interpretations about what people do while awake."
"Mike and Micky have been missing for a few days…"
"They are not. I told you where they went."
"Yes, and convenient that you're the only person that has had any communication with them. You also match the description of the person of interest in the case…"
"Yes because it is impossible for two people to have matching height and hair color."
"Would you stop interrupting me if you want to know this! And that map could match the missing person locations. I'm not sure I didn't examine and compare it."
"What map?"
"You know the one in your trunk…Oops."
"You went through my trunk? I taught you how to pick locks and this is how you're choosing to use that skill? Against me?"
"Well, you have to admit you have some weird stuff in there; the book, rope, and teeth. What the hell, man? Are you trying to make it so you can't identify people with their dental records?"
"I can't handle this anymore from you!" Peter shouted.
"You can't handle it? I didn't know I was sleeping near a murderer all this time. You think you know a guy."
"You're ridiculous! This is ridiculous!"
"All signs point to you. Should I go inform the proper authorities?" Davy asked trying fruitlessly to stand up.
"Oh no you don't!" Peter said gruffly pushing Davy back down. "You're listening to me now."
