By Paula C.
She looked around to find the best spot to watch the Monkees over the crowd while they danced. She made her way to the back and found a small table that offered a view of the bandstand.
Sitting down, she looked around the place to get herself comfortable. The club was relatively small, holding about a hundred people. It had a bandstand in the back with a dance floor that was surrounded by tables that sat two or four people. She sat on a rise in the back that held some more tables.
A waitress came by, "Drink?" she asked.
"Screwdriver," she answered.
The waitress nodded and moved on.
The woman sat back, waiting for the band to come on stage. She had been told that the drummer was the person she was looking for.
** ** ** **
The guys sat in the corner by the stage. Micky held his drumsticks doing his pre-stage warm up. A nervous habit he had developed: tapping out on the table for a few minutes. It was now considered the norm.
Davy was already on the girl search. He currently was unattached and was looking for a new bird to date.
Mike sat reviewing the piece of paper that had the list of songs for the show. He would give it to Micky who calls out the songs and starts the count for each.
Peter was the one who was acting out of the norm. He felt a presence in the room. They kidded him about his innate senses, but they didn't know that he was trained for that purpose. He looked around, and saw her. 'So the time has come,' he thought to himself, and then looked over to Micky who was oblivious to what was going on around him. 'The chosen one,' he thought.
The club manager came over to them and asked, "Ready?"
The guys got up, headed for the stage, and the dance floor started to fill. Micky took the list and taped it to his microphone stand. The first song was "Look Out" and he started to count off.
The young lady watched as the band took the stage. She smiled to herself. "Peter," she whispered. 'So you are the guardian,' she thought. Then she turned her attention to the drummer. She saw the essence he exuded, an aura that only certain people could see. Her people had been right, the
drummer was the one she sought. "Soon, you will meet your destiny Micky Dolenz," she said out loud with a smile on her face.
The band took their break between sets. They headed back to the table that they had occupied before the show. Micky glanced around the crowd, looking for a girl to hook up with. He remarked to the gang, "there are some groovy chicks here tonight."
"Not bad for a Friday the thirteenth, back in England they would stay home thinking the wolves would get them," Davy commented.
"But this is America, they have to contend with wolves every night here," Mike added.
Peter took that moment to excuse himself from the table. "I thought I saw someone when we were on stage." He got up and headed for the back area.
Peter approached the table where the brunette sat, "Miss Lane, how nice to see you again."
She stood up and gave Peter a kiss on each cheek. "Elizabeth," she answered, supplying her first name to Peter, she gestured for him to sit down. "It's been ages since I have seen you."
"I was hoping it would be you.” Peter told her. "He's special."
"He must be, to have you as his guardian."
"Micky has no idea – his father didn't have time to tell him before he passed away."
Miss Lane nodded to this information. "He will start learning tonight. His education must start now," she told Peter.
Peter nodded his understanding. "He must come to terms soon. Marvelle is near, but he isn’t aware of him. I will do my best to protect him."
"As will I," she told Peter. She glanced back at the table where Micky sat with Mike. Davy had moved off to dance with a girl. She turned to look at Peter, "Marvelle will be very angry with us."
"We have survived his attacks before," Peter answered. His face taking a seriousness that was very unusual to see on the blonde’s face.
"That was sometime ago. He is stronger."
"As we are. I have learned a bit more about myself since our last encounter."
"Oh, Peter, how I have missed you." She took his hands in hers.
"I have missed you too. Our adventures against Marvelle are legends among our people. I can't believe that we have been doing this for over two hundred years."
"It's been pure luck Peter,” she told him." I have a feeling that our greatest challenge is about to fall upon us."
Micky watched from the table as Peter talked with the brunette. They seemed to know each other indeed. Her looks were awesome, elegant in detail. "An older woman." he thought.
The Monkees returned home in a good mood. However, Micky grilled Peter about the woman he talked to at the club while on the car ride home.
"She's an old friend," he told Micky.
"How long have you known her?"
"A while," Peter answered.
Every question Micky asked, Peter used evading answers. He knew nothing more than when he had started asking, and Micky grew frustrated.
Mike couldn't help but laugh at seeing Micky’s frustration. "Apparently Peter is trying to protect you from your reputation."
"What reputation?” Micky asked,
"Love ‘em, then leave ‘em," Mike answered.
"That's Davy."
"No, he teases them, and then leaves them. There is a difference between the two of you," Mike corrected.
Micky made a face at his so-called friends. "I'm going to bed," he announced and started up the stairs.
"Sweet dreams," Davy called out.
"Fuck you Davy," Micky said from the balcony.
"No, but you wish you were fucking Peter's friend," Davy replied.
Micky shook his head. It was a losing battle.
Micky went into the bedroom that he shared with Mike. . 'Man, Peter got under my skin.’ Micky thought to himself, as he went to his dresser and pulled out his pajamas.
He started to undress, pulling off his band shirt and throwing into the laundry basket in the corner. Micky stood before the dresser and caught sight of himself in the mirror. His attention was drawn to the scar on his right shoulder that he had from birth. It was a line then a dot then another line and two dots. His father had a similar scar.
Micky fingered the scar, watching through the mirror. He thought back to his father. His dad told him that they were unique to this world and that one day he would find his calling. Micky thought about the loss, his dad dying so young. No one could explain the car crash. No witnesses to it. "Why are you torturing yourself Dolenz? He's gone,” Micky told himself looking back into the mirror. Then he answered back, "But I miss him." He hadn't fully discussed his insecurity of the loss of his father.
Micky finished dressing in his pajamas and went to bed before Mike came in.
** ** **
At two a.m., Micky woke from his dream, a nightmare to him. Memories of the day his father had died. Micky looked over to Mike's bed and saw the Texan asleep. He shook his head; those memories were the darkest part of his life.
He knew that he wouldn't get any sleep for a while, so he decided to go downstairs for a spell. Micky got up, found his robe and headed for the living room.
He went down the stairs and into the kitchen, 'Maybe a drink of water will help.' he thought to himself. He found a glass and turned on the tap. The water did feel good to his dry mouth. Micky stood there thinking. He usually kept those memories at bay. "Why now?" he asked out loud. "Why are they coming to me now?"
"It's hard to lose someone that you love dearly," he heard in a female voice behind him.
Micky turned around and saw the brunette from the club. Stunned, he looked at her. "How'd you know?" he asked.
"You would be surprised what I know about you Micky Dolenz,” she said. She stepped towards him.
Micky looked to see if Peter was around. "He's asleep," she answered his thought.
"Don't do that," he said.
"Reading one's mind is a forte of mine," she said.
"Who are you?” Micky asked.
"Your past, present and future," she answered. Now she stood before him. Micky didn't move; he was entranced by her looks, her face, and her lips. She moved to kiss him
Micky closed his eyes, the sensation of the kiss coming to him. It was not the physical aspect of the kiss but the mental. He saw images. People's lives, blending like the fastest slide show and he was trying to see all the pictures at once as they flashed by.
She held him up while the kiss took its affect then she pulled back.
Micky's mind was spinning on sensory overload.
"Who are you?" he asked again. His awareness leaving him.
She helped him sit on the floor, "Your calling. Rest, young one. Peter will explain it to you later."
Micky blacked out after that.
She stood up and looked down at the young man, "Rest, you'll need all that you can."
** ** ** ** ** **
From the veranda a man watched the scene unfold between the brunette and the curly haired man. Dressed in a sharp suit, he watched the kiss and the man slowly pass out.
"So this is the man that Lane has found to be her life source." He vanished before the brunette saw him looking in the window.
** ** **
Sometime later, Mike woke. It was quiet, to quiet. Usually halfway through the night Micky would be snoring or talking in his sleep. Mike had grown accustomed to the nightly intrusion and learned to filter it out.
Mike got up to see what was going on. Grabbing his robe, he headed downstairs to look for his roommate.
He found Micky out cold on the kitchen floor. He helped Micky sit up, "Come on Micky," Mike gently shaking him to a waking state.
Micky opened his eyes, "Man does my head hurt."
Mike helped him stand. He didn't see any bumps on Micky's head. "What happened?"
Micky shrugged, "Don't know.” Micky held his head, "this hurts worse than my usual migraine."
Mike looked concerned. "Let's get you upstairs and settled." Mike helped Micky to the stairs and up to their room.
Mike had Micky lay down. "I'll be back with supplies," and he went back downstairs to fill an ice bag. He found Micky's medication, and got a glass of water. Before going back up he found his book he had been reading. He wouldn't be sleeping for a while.
Mike returned to Micky. Mike found the night blindfold. He helped Micky take his medication and get him comfortable. Mike sat on the side of the bed and held Micky's hand. "What happened babe?" he asked quietly, while Micky tried to relax.
Micky usually brought on his migraines by worrying about something. It was the downside of his personality. Mike had learned that soon after they had moved in together. Micky was worrying about finding more members and his perky personality had overextended itself. He wound up in bed for two days in the dark unable to move without Mike's help.
"Memories.” Micky answered. Micky was glad that Mike was there for him; Mike took care of him. "My dad," he admitted.
"You haven't said much about him," Mike said.
"When I think of him, I remember the day he was killed, that's all," he said sadly.
"You never told us about it."
"There were no witnesses, but a car had bumped him off the road. He used to say things to me... When I was old enough to understand, he would tell me the special things I had to offer the world.” Micky sighed. "I never figured out what he meant by that."
Mike rubbed Micky's hand. "Maybe we'll work on that after we get that headache gone?" Mike knew that if it caused him a migraine, that Micky was seriously thinking about it.
"You think?” Micky asked.
"I think so," Mike answered softly. "Try to get some rest. If you need anything, I'll be reading in the overstuffed chair." Mike was feeling some of the tension ease in Micky's hand.
"Thanks Mike."
"Anytime."
Mike moved away to get himself settled in the chair.
He got up, from his chair, at seven and changed into some clothes. Micky had fallen asleep not too long before. Going downstairs, Mike got the newspaper off the front stoop. He started the coffee and sat down at the kitchen table.
Peter came out of his room. "Man, did you sleep?" he asked.
Mike got up and poured himself a second cup of coffee. "A little before Micky's episode."
"What's wrong with Micky?"
"Migraine. Found him out cold on the kitchen floor."
Peter fixed himself a cup of coffee. "I'll go watch him. You need to get some sleep."
Mike did feel sleepy. "I think I'll take you up on that."
Peter went upstairs and slipped into the room quietly. He could see Micky was awake; he had taken off the blindfold. He was looking up at the ceiling.
"Hi Micky," he said quietly.
"Hi Pete," Micky responded sadly.
"Micky? I can make it go away."
Micky lifted his head slightly. "It hurts Pete." Silent tears were streaming down his face.
Pete sat on the edge of Micky's bed. "Close your eyes."
"Peter, I'm scared to close them…I see things…I don't understand."
"Trust me," Peter tried to calm him. "I can make them slow down and help you."
Micky closed his eyes.
Peter held his hand out and an energy ball formed. He had to calm Micky's mind, the information that Elizabeth had conveyed to him in the kiss was overloading Micky's brain. Peter let the ball change from its pink hue to red then blue. He placed it on Micky's forehead and it seeped into Micky's skin.
A few minutes later Micky opened his eyes. "How did you do that?"
"Do what?" falling back into Peter, Monkee mode.
Micky looked at Peter with curiosity, then a yawn came to his lips that he couldn't suppress. "Man, I'm bushed."
"Why don't you get some sleep? Mike’s asleep downstairs. We'll wake you for lunch."
"You better – it’s bad enough I'm missing breakfast." Micky turned over to his side and went to sleep instantly.
Peter looked down at his friend. 'When you wake up, you will be full of questions.' Peter left the bedroom and headed downstairs to check on Mike.
Micky woke up in his darkened room. He was still tired, but he felt much better. He sat up in his bed and started thinking, remembering. His head had been spinning with images of people's lives. Then Peter had come and slowed them down. "What did Peter have to do with it?" he asked himself. Then Micky opened his hand. He looked at it and a small energy ball formed glowing a soft purple. Micky was so startled by its appearance that he threw it up in the air.
The ball bounced off the ceiling and started bouncing around the room.
Micky scrambled off the bed and went to the door, dodging the projectile. He went to the balcony and called out, "Peter, help me."
Peter had been sitting at the bandstand, playing his guitar. He looked up to see Micky frantic. Peter ran up the spiral case. He looked into the room and saw the ball bouncing from one surface to another. He walked into the room and caught the ball when it came past him.
Micky stood at the door, looking at Peter with confusion.
"Come on Micky. It's time we had a little talk.” Peter gestured Micky to come into the room. "It's okay Micky, nothing’s going to happen."
Micky nodded his head and walked into the room. The door behind him closed without anyone closing it. Micky went over to his bed and sat down on the edge looking at Peter.
Peter walked over to him. "Open you hand." Micky opened his hand, palm up, and Peter placed the energy ball in it. "Think of it to stop." Micky looked at it and it slowly dissolved back into his hand.
Peter sat on Mike's bed, drawing his legs up to sit Indian style. Peter knew Micky was wondering what was going on. "I can give you the speech, or you can ask questions?"
"How about the speech and I ask questions as you go?” Micky responded.
Peter nodded. "Last night you met Elizabeth Lane."
Micky nodded, "She kissed me."
"And released the past, her past. She passed to you the life forms she has assimilated over her years."
"Assimilated?"
"She is a spirit. Each Hallows Eve she must find a compatible person or host. The host gains her knowledge to help."
"I'm a host?"
Peter nodded. "There are certain people on this earth that have the quality to store the energy that is needed for the spirit to live. Some spirits share the energy, some spirits take it all.” Peter emphasized. "Elizabeth shares the energy. You gain knowledge from hundred's of people, to use in your way."
"What are you?"
"A guardian."
Micky smiled, "right," he mocked.
"Micky think, you saw me in those dreams. I've been around for some time. I am your guardian. I am here to help you learn your true self once you tap into your energy."
"Right."
"Before we get off this, I have to warn you. Elizabeth is among a handful of spirits. Like I said before, some spirits share the energy, some spirits take it all. You are vulnerable. You have to take this seriously. There are others who would take you and kill you for your energy."
Micky saw that Peter was deathly serious.
"Peter, what am I?"
Peter moved then to go hold him. "You are a very special person Micky Dolenz. You just didn't know how special you were till now."
For a few minutes Micky digested the information. "So I'm a host of energy for some group of people. Elizabeth is good, while there are others out there who would kill me for it? And you are my guardian, who is to show me what special powers I have?"
"Oh, I left the best part out. On Hallows Eve, you and Elizabeth get to have marvelous sex."
Micky gave Peter his favorite look when thinking of jumping bones, "then I guess this is all worth it then."
Peter smiled at his friend, 'let it be a jump in the hay – he would perk up.'
"What about Davy and Mike? Can we tell them?"
Peter had been thinking about it. They were close to them and the next two weeks were bound to be weird to them. Peter new that the faster he got Micky learning his powers, the better off for everyone. If Marvelle was nearby, Peter would need all the help he could to keep Micky safe.
"Tonight after dinner, we'll tell them."
Micky took it easy under Peter's watchful gaze. Now he understood why Peter always kept him under watch. It was his job. Micky sat down with his pad of drawing paper. He had taken up drawing some time ago to use as an emotional release. He sat at the dining room table drawing image after image that came to his mind.
At 4:30, Peter started dinner. While walking around the kitchen, he looked over Micky's shoulder. "Seems you gained some insight for your drawings Micky." Micky looked down at his work. It had more depth, though just a pencil rendering, he captured more to it than he had done in previous work.
Maybe his new insight on life would be helpful for him.
Davy and Mike returned at five from their part time jobs. Mike worked on motorcycles and Davy helped at a nursing home for entertainment.
Peter served up burgers and macaroni and cheese to the guys for dinner.
"Hey, Peter? You actually cooked something normal?” Davy asked.
"It can happen," Peter answered. Knowing that his secret was going to be revealed to them tonight, and that he wasn't going to be able to get away with acting like the dummy of the group anymore.
After dinner with the dishes washed, the guys went into the living room. Peter looked at Micky and nodded, it was time to tell them what was going on.
"Mike? Davy? Can I talk to you guys? We need to have a talk." Micky asked them.
Mike looked to Micky and saw that he had a serious look on his face. "Sure buddy."
Davy followed suit.
They went back to the kitchen table where Monkees discussions were held. Peter, however, was the one who did the talking. He told them the same thing that he had told Micky earlier upstairs.
Once Peter was done with his speech, everyone was quiet for a moment. Mike looked at Micky who seemed very unsure of himself. Mike scratched his head then formulated his questions.
Mike looked to Peter when he asked, "You are a guardian? A person who helps the new person learn their potential of their powers, and guard them against potential harmful spirits?" Peter nodded to that question. "And you have been around how long?"
"Two hundred years," Peter answered
"And you aren't naive and stupid as you let us to believe?"
"Just an act to be able to watch everyone. People have a tendency to leave you alone."
Mike looked to Micky. "And you have a special power that these people want and Peter is going to show you what you can do."
"Peter is going to help direct that power. I have a feeling my calling is what I'm doing now. But maybe with the insight of the souls I have, I can write better songs. Helping mankind is entertaining them isn’t it? Maybe I already knew what my calling was. This will just enhance it."
"In the mean time, we have to keep Micky safe from?” Davy asked.
"Marvelle.” Peter supplied. "He is a spirit like Elizabeth but he doesn't like to share his power."
Micky gulped at the thought of being killed.
"I will be able to keep Micky safe. Plus we'll have Elizabeth's help."
** ** ** ** **
On the veranda a dark form stood, watching the four men talk. "Keep you safe? Don't be so sure of that young Dolenz."
He continued to watch as the four Monkees went about their business in the house.
** ** ** **
Micky woke up the next morning feeling better than he had the day before. Mike was already up. Micky was thankful that Mike and Davy didn't freak out about what was said last night. Thinking back to the things his father had shown him at an early age. But he stopped doing them soon after Micky started remembering things.
Micky dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. He headed down the stairs for a late breakfast. Peter was at the stove fixing an omelet.
"Now that we know you're not a dummy, we get decent meals?” Micky asked.
Peter didn't answer that question. Micky sat down at the table. "So what do I learn first?"
"First we need to see what type of energy you have. They can range from healing, to psychic to harmful."
"You have power too?” Micky asked.
"I can do a few things; I'm a healer by trade. But I can move small things and read minds or feelings."
"Your fifth sense that we love about you. Are you a host?"
"I don't poses the energy needed by the spirit. I'm a human class that works with the spirits."
Peter put a plate in front of Micky. "Eat, then we'll see what you can do."
After breakfast, Peter had Micky sit on the couch and open his hand. "Just think of the energy to come up. We'll see what colors you have."
"Colors?"
"Each color is a different reflection of your power. Yesterday you had purple. That is solid material color. That's why it bounced all over the room."
Micky closed his eyes and opened his hand. A ball of energy formed, it's color blue. Peter took a small breath. Blue was the deadliest, if Micky knew; he could blow the house up. "Think change." The ball changed colors to green, healing. Opposites. "Think stop," Peter suggested. The ball dissolved itself.
"So what is the diagnosis Doc Peter?” Micky gave with a country drawl.
"You can give deadly shots and you can heal."
"You don't sound too pleased."
"If you become a hot head and let one of those off we would be in trouble."
Micky gave an "Oh. So I need to watch myself."
"Very much."
"And the healing?"
"Make headaches go away. Think of it, no more migraines. You can heal someone from death too."
"From death?"
"If someone you loved dear enough, like a family member or even Davy, Mike or myself. You can heal us back to life."
"Sounds eerie."
"It is," Peter told him.
A knock came to the door. Peter went to the door and looked through the peep gate. It was a messenger. Peter opened the door. "Telegram for Micky Dolenz.” Micky came up behind Peter and signed for it. After the messenger was tipped and left, Micky held the paper.
"What's it say?” Peter asked.
"Enjoy your time among your people. Your time will come. Marvelle."
Micky looked at Peter who dropped a shade in color. "Damn!" Then Peter called out. "Elizabeth. Show yourself now."
A laugh came to them within the pad. Marvelle appeared instead. "Peter," he chuckled with a slight European accent
"Marvelle," he said in a deep solid voice.
"So this is the new host," Marvelle approached them. Micky shrank behind Peter.
Marvelle stopped short of Peter. "I know this is not the time, nor the place. But I am interested."
"You have yet to get one of my wards, Marvelle. And you will not be getting Micky."
"There is always a first," Marvelle announced.
Then with a snap he was gone.
Micky sat down on the stairs, feeling too weak to stand at the moment. "That's Marvelle?"
"On his best behavior," Peter nodded his head.
"Peter. He reeks power." Micky could feel it off Marvelle as he stood before Peter.
Peter nodded again. "Elizabeth was right, he is stronger than last we met." He turned to look at Micky. "Remember this, I will do my best, or my life to protect you. That is my job."
"I trust you Peter, I always have."
Several days later, Peter had taken Micky out on the beach to work with him in regards to his power. He showed Micky how to form the energy ball and how to throw it. Micky did take it seriously and tried his best to learn the lessons that Peter was teaching him.
They sat down on the rocks of the barrier for a break. Micky decided to take the time to ask a few more questions about their new situation. He didn't know much. "So you are a healer, like me?"
"Not as strong as you. I can do cuts and migraines, that type of stuff. And yes, I did heal people from death but from wounds. I can't heal them from worse situations."
Micky looked at Peter with a look a betrayal. "You let me suffer all those migraines?"
"It wasn't time to show myself – sorry man."
Micky thought for a moment, searching his new memories. There was still something missing in what Peter had confessed about himself. "You are not telling me everything are you?"
Peter gave Micky an uneasy look. "As I said, I can read minds, and I can read everything."
"You know what we think? You know what we think about you and about each other?"
Peter nodded. "I know your deepest secrets," Peter admitted.
Micky was quiet for a moment. He had secrets, secrets that he wanted to keep from his friends, especially one.
"I won't say anything Micky. I know how much you love him.” Micky shot a look at Peter, the type that makes the other back away when they know you are mad. "I promise, I won't say anything to anyone about it."
Micky relaxed a little. "So tell me about Elizabeth," trying to get the subject off of him.
"She is a 300-year-old spirit. She loves to have fun. She digs you.” Peter told Micky. "She was brought into the realm by an uncle. She's had her struggles, especially with competing with Marvelle."
"When and where did you meet?"
Peter thought for a moment. "Two hundred years ago. We met in London, at a social gathering, an estate of a Baron. Elizabeth was playing a cousin of the Baroness who was a spirit also. I was invited by their son who I was going to school with." Peter relaxed against the rock, closing his eyes. "It was a ball, a masquerade ball. We switched partners and when Elizabeth and I joined it was so..." he couldn't explain. "I knew she was special."
"My parents never informed me of my special abilities. It was my grandmother who explained them to me. I had the power to find special people to help them learn what they were. I traveled with Elizabeth to the new world, America. It was my job to find her potential hosts. When the colonies started gaining more people, we split up. I would find a place to stay and find someone to guard till Elizabeth came. There are five of us that work with her, but others know of us too. We do our best to protect those we have chosen to find as a host for her."
"Do you love her?" Micky asked.
Peter sat up and looked at Micky. "I did once. But it can't be. I'm a guardian. I can’t marry – who would want to love someone who doesn't age, or even might die while fighting a spirit?"
Micky never realized what Peter's life was like.
"I'm sorry Pete."
Peter shrugged.
"Tell me about Marvelle. How did he get into the game?"
Peter looked at Micky. "I don't know how he got in the game, but he is the one who got Elizabeth in, he is her uncle."
That night the guys were booked to play a club on the strip. They had played there a couple of times. The pay was good and they usually had a handful of admires to choose from to have a nice nightcap.
Peter told Micky that playing was off limits. "I can't keep an eye on you if you take off with a chick. Spirits are stronger at night and Marvelle is very strong."
Micky wanted to have fun; he had been locked up for a week with the guys.
They dressed in blue shirts, blue jeans for the band uniform. They loaded the car up with their instruments and headed for the strip.
They set up the instruments on the small hi rise in the corner of the dance floor. They ran through a few songs to get a sound check in and went off to sit at a booth till show time.
They sat at the booth nursing a round of beers. A few girls came by giving the guys the eye. They had all agreed that they would not go after any girls because of Micky. They would keep each other company and leave after the show.
Micky hated the thought of going home again without having any fun. Peter looked sternly at Micky. "Don't you even think about it, Micky." he told him.
"Think what?" he smiled at Peter. It was agreed between the two not to tell the others about Peter's other ability.
Soon the lights dimmed and the Monkees took their places on the stage and started their show.
At break the guys let themselves have the luxury of dancing with some girls.
All of a sudden the lights went out. People screamed with the suddenness of the moment. When the lights came back on, Marvelle stood in the middle of the floor, holding Micky against him. He held Micky’s arm behind him with a bit of pressure and a knife against his throat.
Peter took a step forward while others moved away from the mad man. "Marvelle let him go."
"I have what I want. Why would I want to let him go?"
"It's not the time.” Peter pointed out to him. "Eight more days."
"But it would be fun to practice with him."
Micky was scared, his arm hurt. Marvelle had it up so tight that he thought his arm would break with just a little more pressure.
A blast came from behind Marvelle. He let go of Micky, throwing him forward. Marvelle turned to see Elizabeth standing on the edge of the circle of club goers.
Peter got to Micky and pulled him back a few feet, further away from Marvelle.
"Ah, you show to protect your potential donor." Marvelle threw his own volley of energy towards Elizabeth. Mike and Davy came up to Peter.
"What do we do?” Mike asked.
"Protect Micky.” Peter answered. He put his hands too Micky's shoulder and let energy run from his hands to Micky's aching shoulder. Micky's shoulder had popped out of place with Marvelle's handling. "Better?"
"Better.” Micky nodded.
Their attention went to the fight that was being performed on the dance floor. "What do you think if I threw one of my balls at him?” Micky asked.
"It might stun him enough to get him out of here.” Peter answered.
Micky stood up and opened his hand. A blue ball formed. He threw it at Marvelle. Marvelle took the full force of the ball and collapsed to the floor.
Elizabeth and the guys moved to stand over him. Elizabeth looked to Peter than to Micky. She couldn't believe what Micky was capable of.
Peter looked to Mike, "Help me get him up and out of here.” They each took an arm and carried the stunned man out of the club.
Elizabeth looked at Micky. She hadn't seen anyone possess that much energy. Peter and Mike returned to the group.
"Marvelle isn't going to like what we did to him.” Mike chuckled.
"Where did you put him?” Davy asked.
Peter and Mike answered together, "The dumpster."
The next day Micky sat at his drum kit doing some riffs. Peter and the others had told him not to even think about stepping out of the pad. He felt caged. "I can take care of myself,” he said out loud. Micky stood up. "I can't take this place anymore. I proved that list night when I hit Marvelle."
Micky went out the back door and headed down to the beach. He walked along the surf, taking his time, clearing his head. So much had changed in the last week that he was starting to lose his mind. Micky made it to the barrier wall, he was about to turn to start for home when all of sudden his
legs went out from under him.
Micky landed on his back. He looked up to see Marvelle standing over him.
Marvelle laughed down at Micky. "So, they let you out of their sight." Marvelle reached down and pulled Micky up by the front of his shirt. "Your mine pretty, all mine.” Marvelle smiled at Micky with a wicked grin.
Micky was too stunned to think about what to do. He forgot that he had a chance to get loose by his own power. But soon Marvelle had his hands secured behind his back. Marvelle then moved to be close to Micky's face.
"Those lips look so luscious. I have to taste them." And Marvelle kissed Micky. When Micky was kissed by Elizabeth, he felt the warmth of her souls. When Marvelle kissed him, he felt the screams of the souls that were imprisoned within him. Micky fell to his knees with the horror he tasted.
"What's wrong Micky?" he asked in a mocking tone.
Micky wanted to throw up.
"Now Micky, come on. We have places to go. I have a nice place all ready for you." Marvelle helped Micky stand up and started walking him to his waiting car.
** ** ** ** **
Peter came out of the shower. He realized something was wrong right off. He went into the living room and saw that Micky wasn't there. He reached out in his mind to feel him in the pad. No Micky. Peter ran to his room and pulled on his swim trunks and grabbed a t-shirt on his way out of his bedroom.
Micky probably went out the back door and took a walk on the beach. Peter ran down the stairs to the beach. He looked up and down the beach and didn't see Micky. "He usually goes to the barrier" and took off for the barrier that was a mile north of the house.
Peter came upon the rocks and saw the sand had been ruffled. He didn't think much about it till he saw Micky's watch in the sand. Peter picked up the watch and could feel from it, he closed his fist around
the watch and then closed his eyes, speaking lowly to himself. "Marvelle."
** ** ** ** **
Micky woke to a thudding in his head. 'Damn, it's another migraine.’ Micky thought to himself with a wince. When he opened his eyes however, he realized it was more than that. He was in a dark room, lit by fire sconces. He was strapped to a table by leather straps at his wrists and ankles. There were leather gloves over his hands, preventing him from using his energy. Upon further inspection, he found he was naked.
Micky thought, ‘what day is it?’ He mentally counted. It was four days to Halloween. He was scared.
Marvelle came into the room. "You're awake." He walked over to gaze down upon his prize. "Micky, you are so pretty. I'm going to enjoy playing with you for the next few days." His hand started to tease the young man's cock, while he was shackled to the table, unable to move away from Marvelle's grasp.
Micky's eyes flew open, looking at Marvelle. "Oh yes, it will be fun to play with you."
Peter returned to the pad holding Micky's watch. He sat down at the table trying to think what to do. Marvelle had Micky. Peter had preached to Micky not to go out. "Turn your back for five minutes and he goes outside," Peter complained.
Peter tried to think what to do. Elizabeth would be unable to come to the pad till after dark, her power was growing weaker each day. The episode at the club had drained her to her reserves.
"Four days till the time of possession," Peter said out loud. "We have four days to get him back."
Mike and Davy came in. They found Peter still sitting at the table looking miserable.
"Where's Micky?” Davy asked. Davy could already sense that he was not going to like the answer. Mike came around and put a consoling hold on Peter's shoulder.
"Micky left while I was taking a shower. He went for a walk on the beach. I went looking for him and found this.” He held out Micky's watch. "Marvelle has him."
"The stupid idiot. He left here after you pounded it into his brain how dangerous it was?” Davy exclaimed. "We have to go get him."
Mike looked down at Peter. "Can we get him? Do you know where he is?"
"I can sense where he is. Elizabeth may know more – she has that ability."
But little could be done till nightfall, when Elizabeth could come to them.
*** *** *** ***
Micky fought the feelings that were being aroused in him. His body was betraying his mind, and enjoying Marvelle's touch. Micky's brain, however, wanted to be sick. "Please, don't," Micky begged, but Marvelle touched him everywhere with his hands and lips. Micky's body trembled with need, a need to release. Marvelle's hands finally closed around his cock, giving it the hand job that was needed to send him over the edge. Micky cried; hating the fact that he couldn't do anything to stop what the man was doing to him. Once Micky was spent, Marvelle left the room, leaving Micky to deal with the issue alone.
Micky continued to cry, unable to do anything else in his position. If only he had listened to Peter and stayed in the pad, he would be safe right now. Micky slowly stopped crying. He wished it had been Mike who had done that to him. In Micky's dreams, it was Mike who would give him the loving that
he craved. He wished Mike was there; he always seemed to make a situation right. Then he thought how he would never have a chance to even try to be with the Texan, if Marvelle has his way.
Marvelle was not completely gone from the room. He listened to the thoughts of his young captive. His face went into a smile while the deepest secret was revealed without knowing it would be used against him. "So you have feelings for your friend. Let's see what will happen if you think it is him taking your body."
Micky couldn't tell what time it was. Marvelle had come to him several times, playing with him. Each time, Marvelle introduced something more to the game. The last time Micky freaked out. Marvelle slipped a finger up his rectum, sliding it in and out. Micky panicked once more, pleading with Marvelle to leave him alone. Marvelle continued his play, giving Micky a blowjob.
Micky woke once more in the darkened room. He felt so much despair, but he couldn't cry anymore. Alone, Micky felt so alone. He closed his eyes, again thinking to Mike. Man I was so stupid not to say anything. Maybe...no, Mike isn't like that; he couldn't possibly be able to think about me that way.
Micky was awakened by a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw Mike.
"Mike? How'd you get here? Thank goodness," Micky said quickly in his usual fashion. "Can you get me out of here?"
Mike looked over Micky's body. He put his hand to Micky's wrist which was manacled with a lock. "Sorry babe. He's got you locked up and I don't have anything on me to help."
Micky relaxed his head back down, choking back his despair once more.
Mike walked around the room trying to look for someway out. Finally he returned back to Micky. "Man, he knows how to build a good trap."
Micky watched Mike walk around the room. All the while, his body started to betray him, his cock growing hard, with the thought of Mike so to close him.
Mike sat on the side of the alter and looked down at Micky. "Micky, you don't look so good."
Micky closed his eyes. He couldn't tell Mike what he had endured under Marvelle's hand.
Mike laid a hand on Micky's shoulder, his consoling touch that everyone liked about Mike. "Come on Mick, you can tell me. It's not like we're going anywhere soon."
Micky gave a deep breath then opened his eyes. Mike was over him, giving him a look of concern. "Kiss me," Micky asked him.
Mike blushed for a moment, "Micky... I..." having a loss of words.
"Please Mike, kiss me. No one will know but us.” Micky gave Mike pleading eyes.
Mike dipped his head down and kissed Micky's trembling lips, then moved to claim Micky's mouth. Micky relaxed into the stone bed. Mike pulled back, needing to take a breath. "What is it Micky?"
"Marvelle. He's been giving me…lessons, been playing with me, making my body his plaything. He jacks me off, gives me blowjobs, even started to play with my rectum. He's getting me ready for his taking on Hallows Eve." Micky's voice was shaking with the thought of that. "Mike, love me! Show
me that someone else can love me before he takes me?" Micky pleaded to his friend.
Mike looked down at Micky. Micky's eyes open with fear and wanting, his cock up and ready.
Mike stood and started undressing. Mike returned to lay beside Micky on the alter. "Man that looks uncomfortable." Mike moved to kneel between Micky's legs and started kissing him.
Micky closed his eyes, and relaxed, letting himself feel what Mike was doing to him. Mike's mouth came to his cock and gave it a suck. Micky hissed in response. Then Mike was up beside him again, he moved his hips to have his cock against Micky's. Micky groaned to the feeling.
"That's it, Micky. Feel it.” Mike kissed into his ear. "You look hot, man. Eyes closed…feel the ecstasy of the moment." Mike continued to grind his hips against Micky.
Micky was too into the movement to question what Mike was saying in his ear. He concentrated on his body, wanting to come with Mike, to show that Marvelle did not have him completely.
Micky came with a release that he had not felt as of yet, totally letting go and it felt good to his inner mind. Mike soon came after with a few more movements.
Micky's eyes were closed, enjoying the release with his friend. He needed this; he fulfilled a dream before being sentenced to his early death. A wide smile came to his face. Mike had slumped over Micky's shoulder once he came. Micky moved his head to kiss Mike, but upon opening his eyes, he saw Marvelle.
"You bastard!” Micky screamed. He tried to heave to get Marvelle off him, but his bindings afforded little movement.
"Very good Micky. You gave yourself quite willingly to Mike. I wonder what Mike would think of you if he knew your little secret."
"You bastard.” Micky spat out. "You tricked me. You made me think it was Mike."
"How rightly so. I wanted to see how you would react to a man you wanted." Marvelle touched Micky tear stained cheek. "You did very well."
Marvelle left Micky, to deal with his thoughts.
Micky thought deeply to Peter. "Help me Peter. Please get me out of here," he cried out into the empty room.
The first night Elizabeth had listened to Peter explain what had happened, she told him that she would look for Micky, since she could sense Marvelle. "I'll let you know as soon as I can," she told Peter and the guys. "It won't be easy, but I'll find him."
"Four days, we only have four days to find him.” Peter swallowed in defeat.
Elizabeth tried to console her friend. "Peter, we'll get him, I promise."
Peter nodded to her and sat down once more at the kitchen table. Elizabeth disappeared, to start searching the city for their friend.
Mike sat down at the table. "Peter, once she finds Marvelle and Micky, how are we going to get him out?"
Davy had the same question. He sat down too at the table.
Peter looked at Mike. "Mike? I know Micky's greatest secrets. And it might be that secret that will save him."
Mike looked puzzled. "What do you mean by that?" he asked.
Peter knew he had promised Micky he wouldn't tell, but it was going to save his life. "Micky has a thing for you Mike. He loves you with all his heart."
"I love him too man, but..."
"No, he loves you deeply. It hurts him when you date girls, that you never seem to notice him watching you in a room alone together."
Mike took the information in. "Micky has thing for me?"
Peter nodded, "And that is what is going to free him. When we go to Marvelle's we have to make you the target of his aggression. In the spirit code he cannot take a human out. If he is angry enough, he will cross that line."
"Whoa, you are asking me to get killed for Micky."
"Micky has the power to bring you back.” Peter told him. "Micky's love and healing power will bring you back."
** ** ** ** **
The second night, Peter sat on the veranda, waiting for word from Elizabeth. He still had a heavy heart in letting Marvelle get the upper hand. "Damn you Micky for not listening to me." Peter turned to go back into the pad.
Mike sat at the piano, playing his guitar. He had been keeping watch over Peter. Since Micky's abduction, Peter had rested little.
Peter walked over to Davy to see what was on the television. He stopped in mid stride, his face turning white.
Mike saw him and quickly went over to him. "Peter! What is it?'
"Help me Peter. Please get me out of here.” Peter had heard in his mind from Micky.
"Oh God, Micky," he said out loud, then fainted.
Peter came to on the couch. Mike and Davy were close by, Elizabeth beside him.
"You found him?” Peter asked.
"I found him. Looks like he found you too." she said.
"Marvelle played a cruel joke on him." He looked to Mike. "He disguised himself as Mike. Micky thought it was Mike so he gave himself to him." Peter sat up, tears coming to his eyes. "Marvelle got Micky to freely give himself."
Mike could just imagine what the implications were by all this. He sat down beside Peter and held him. "It's okay Peter. We'll get him out and help him."
Elizabeth nodded down. "Tomorrow night would be the time to do that. Marvelle will be at his weakest. I know that you will succeed. Micky has good friends here."
** ** ** **
Mike pulled the car before a building that Elizabeth had found to be holding their friend. The plan was that Elizabeth would draw Marvelle from the residence then the boys would get Micky out.
"How will we know that he is gone?” Mike asked.
"I can sense him," Peter answered. A few minutes later, Peter sensed a change from within the building and announced, "he's gone."
They got out of the car and headed to the building. "Downstairs," Peter told them. Davy had taken lessons from Micky to pick locks. Davy got them in the front door with ease. They found a set of stairs that went down.
They walked into the darkened room. Before them they saw Micky strapped to an alter. "Davy, you go get Micky. Mike and I will keep an eye out Marvelle."
Davy went over to Micky. Micky's eyes opened. Micky didn't trust the sight of his friend. "Friend or foe?" he asked.
Davy gave him a look, then answered, "friend," holding up the pick set then started working on the locks that held Micky to the alter. Micky turned his head to see Mike and Peter standing by the door on the other side of the room.
Davy had the two locks undone at Micky's ankles. When he went to work on the first one at Micky's wrist he was thrown in the air, smashing his back against a wall.
Peter and Mike took stance.
Peter called out, "Show yourself."
Marvelle materialized before them. "How dare you come here!” He glared at Peter. Marvelle shot off an energy ball at Peter, who dodged it with practice from the past.
Davy picked himself up and returned to Micky's side. Hoping that the plan they had would work. He started on the locks again.
Micky kept his attention on the battle before him; not paying attention that Davy wasn't quite trying to get his wrists free at the moment.
Mike had stepped to the side and was coming around to Marvelle. Mike thought that he might not have the ability that Micky and Marvelle had, but he could fight him a fair fight. He got a swing in and sent Marvelle back a few steps.
Marvelle looked at him with disdain, no one had ever taken a swing at him before. "Mortal," he spat. Marvelle closed the distance between him and Mike and took a swing himself.
Mike fell back against the wall with a heavy thud.
Micky looked to Davy, "Come on man, get me loose. I need to help Mike."
Little did he know Davy was stalling.
Then it happened. Marvelle lost his cool and sent off an energy blast that took Mike down. Mike slumped to the floor.
Micky screamed, "Mike!"
Marvelle then realized what had happened. He swung around to look at Peter. "You set me up!"
"You know the rules, man. You can't take a mortal." Peter opened his hand and a yellow ball came out. He tossed it up in the air, letting it expand, creating a large air bubble that encased Marvelle. "Let the tribunal decide your fate Marvelle." The yellow ball started shrinking, along with it's occupant.
Davy got the lock to open. Micky sat up. Not paying attention to his nakedness, he went to Mike and checked him, no pulse, no breath could be found. "Mike," he cried out.
Peter went to Micky's side. "Micky. You can help him."
"He's dead.” Micky looked to Peter, trying to convey that he couldn't bring Mike back.
"Remember what I told you about your powers. You are a healer; your strength can bring him back. Your love for him will bring him back."
Micky looked down at the Texan. He placed one hand on Mike's heart and the other on his forehead. Thinking about Mike, he tried to bring his friend back to life. Micky's hands glowed and reached its energy out to Mike.
Slowly a breath came into Mike. Everyone watched as his chest moved up and down. Then his eyes opened.
Micky moved his hands back, "Mike?” Micky asked cautiously.
"I'm here buddy."
Micky went to give Mike a hug. He didn't care anymore about his secret. He had to touch him to make sure he was alive.
Mike held his weeping friend in his arms. Knowing some of the trauma that he had been put through, Mike felt that they were lucky to find him in decent shape.
Davy had left the room and returned with Micky's clothes that he had worn on the beach. Mike urged Micky to move back. "I think we need to get you dressed so we can go home."
Micky dressed and left with them to the car. Micky fell into an exhausted sleep on the way home.
Halloween Eve
Micky had been quiet since his return from Marvelle's hideout. He had kept his distance from everyone, especially from Mike.
Peter knew what Marvelle had done with Micky. The sexual escapades and his cruel joke of being Mike. He had to confront Micky about it. Peter felt bad that he hadn't been entirely truthful with Micky. Peter knew that Mike had feelings for Micky too.
Micky got dressed to have his evening with Elizabeth. Though he truly wasn't in the mood it was why he gone through so much.
Peter came in with Mike. "Micky, I need to talk to you."
Micky looked at Peter. "What is it?"
"I have a confession to make," Peter told them.
Micky gave him a confused look. "Confession? About what?"
"I know something that you both wish for, but are to scared to tell each other. So I'm going to tell you both. You both have strong feelings about each other."
Micky looked to Mike. "Mike? You like me?
Mike nodded. "How long have you liked me?"
"For some time now. I ... I always admired you. And I started thinking about you." Micky was looking down o the ground, ashamed that he did like him.
Mike reached over and tilted Micky's head up. "Don't," he admonished. "Don't hide. I like you too."
Mike dipped his head down to give Micky a kiss.
Micky shrunk away from him quickly, gasping. "No." he cried.
Peter put a steadying hand on Micky's shoulder. "This is Mike.” Peter stressed. "It's not Marvelle.
Micky looked up at Mike. "Marvelle used his knowledge against me. He transformed himself into you. I thought it was you." He looked down at the floor. "I gave myself willing to him, thinking it was you. I wanted you so bad."
Mike nodded for Peter to leave. He walked the few feet that separated them. "Micky?" he whispered.
Micky looked up at him, showing his loss.
"Let me hold you, Micky."
Micky stepped towards him, letting Mike's embrace take him. Micky sobbed letting his turmoil out of his system finally.
Mike held him encouraging him to get it out. When the tears ceased Mike took the moment to kiss Micky's temple. "We're going to be fine. I want to love you Micky. But I'll wait till your ready."
Micky sighed. "I wish I could love you right now, to replace him but I’ve got to go."
Mike felt sorry for him and knew that it was a complicated situation. "You go try to have fun with Elizabeth. Then we'll see what we can do about our situation."
"Situation?"
"See where our feelings lead us?"
For the first time in two days, Micky smiled. "Thanks Mike."
"For what?"
"Not hating me."
"I couldn't hate you. Now get a move on for your date."
Micky left the room with a better perception of things. Mike walked out on to the balcony and ran into Peter. "And you? Any other secrets you haven't brought up?'
"Well..."
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