Continuation of the story started in Letters From Nowhere and It's Too Late.

Challenge 15: Caressed By A Nightmare

A man sat timidly in a room. He was blindfolded and his hands were cuffed behind him. He didn't know where he was, but he did know who might have taken him. He knew now why he was captured; it had been foolish to come back to Hillwood, but it was still his only chance. He wasn't sure how he would kill him, but he would think of something. There is always a way to take what you want, as long as you weren't seen or caught.

His blindfold was taken off and he was punched, causing the chair to almost tip over. He managed to balance himself onto the floor, but another fist soon collided into him. He whipped around as each new hit sent him almost flying onto the ground. At one point he did fall, his head banging into the hard concrete floor. He felt the blood from his nose, mouth, and head slowly slide down his face and neck as he was set back up. This time, he could see out of his black eye another fist raised, but a cold voice commanded, "That's enough."

A blinding light from a lamp was set in front of him. He turned his head away, unable to stand it, but unable to do anything else. He heard steps, followed by someone stepping from the shadows. As his eyes adjusted, he saw the man up close and gasped. Fear gripped within him as if it were death itself. He had hoped to never see this kingpin again. It was almost a nightmare, and he couldn't wake up from this one.

"Well, well, well. It seems we have an old friend in town. I never thought that today I would catch 'the Weasel', but I suppose even I get lucky sometimes" said the man before him, his voice causing shivers to run down the Weasel's spine. The left side of the man's face was grotesque, a large scar set from his left ear to his chin, as if from a massive knife wound or burn. His hair was combed and gelled back, sunglasses covering his eyes. He was taller than in school, and he still wore a plain black suit. A frown was carved into his face, "I thought you had forgotten about me, or more specifically, your debt to me. You thought you could just run away Mickey? You thought you could hide forever?"

He punched the Weasel, sending waves of pain through his face as he struggled to stay upright. Mickey heard a step, and then his face turned as he brought it close to the kingpin's.

"You were wrong."

Mickey stammered, "I-III gaaave up being the W-wweasel a long time ago. You can't make me do that again."

A cold smile upturned onto the kingpin's face as he let go of Mickey's face. "I'm sure I can. I mean, how hard is it to really follow someone? I have several men who could do the job, but I need an expert. And if my expert doesn't do his job, well…" He let the sentence drop there, knowing the message would get through. Mickey gulped, knowing what would happen if he didn't oblige to the demands.

"All right, all right. I'll do it. Just don't kill me, please."

The kingpin patted, almost caressed Mickey face, "Good Weasel. I'm glad you know your place. Now I need you to watch over another man who owes me a debt. His name is Eugene Horowitz."

Mickey's eyes widened. "You mean the Broadway star? He used to go to school with us. Why do you need me to follow him?"

"Because he too owes me, and he has run out of time. I need to…" He paused for a moment, "collect that debt, in a way." He smiled cruelly. Mickey knew that smile did not mean anything good, at least for Mr. Klutz, as he remembered him as.

The man continued, "I need you to follow Mr. Horowitz everywhere he goes. I want to know everything about his daily routine, and in a few days, Hillwood's very own Circle Theatre will be hosting the Tony awards. I have no doubt our old friend will attend, but I want to have my debt before then."

The man undid Mickey's hands and released him from his seat. Mickey stood and massaged his wrists.

"So when do you want me to get started?"

"Immediately" said Mickey's new boss. "I want you to report to me…" he tossed Mickey a cell phone, "in an hour on your progress. Now go."

Mickey put the phone into his pocket, "You got it Big Gino." He turned and left the room.

The murderer smiled slightly. "I haven't been called that since I was a boy."

One bodyguard, the man who had beaten Mickey, hesitated and then asked, "He won't walk away from this, will he Boss?"

The murderer turned and straightened his suit. "No. He won't."

There, now you know who he is, but how did he do it? That is to be revealed…

Later. Please review. And this will be continued in later prompts/chapters in a new story, so look for them.