Mikey's POV. So I was walking home from work on a Saturday afternoon after my shift at the bookstore

So I was walking home from work on a Saturday afternoon after my shift at the bookstore. I was doing nothing out of the usual, when it started raining pig shit, metaphorically of course. But things were certainly not looking good. Why were they not so good? Two words:

Dr. Krustallos

"Hey there Mikey," the douche said to me after dragging me off into a secluded, darkened alley way. Needless to say, I was scared shitless.

"Uh, hi. H-How do you know who I am?" I asked, playing dumb. What the fuck else was I supposed to do? I couldn't just turn around and say, Hey Bob! because that would get me crystallized.

"I have my ways. Do you enjoy cheating on your girlfriend?" he asked me. I looked at him shocked. I would never cheat on Erica.

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"I know your secret Pooh Bear," he spoke. I swear my heart stopped beating. He knew I was Hot Boy. And suddenly I realized why he thought I was cheating on Erica. He thought I was cheating on her with Hot Girl. It hadn't clicked with him that Erica was Hot Girl. I found it so hard to form words. I was stuttering and constantly trying to figure out what to say to him.

"It-- W-What-- No-- H-How....?" I trailed off.

"You're the only dumbass of the heroes who doesn't wear gloves with your fucked up, retarded costume. You left fingerprints everywhere at every scene you attended this past week. I have friends in underground operations. They can analyze fingerprints and do exaclty what I tell them to and if they don't..." he trailed off, clicking his fingers, causing pink crystal to fly at me. Immediately I made a shield, blocking the crystal and causing it to ricochet off, smashing onto the pavement beside me.

"Well, that just proves that those shits knew what they were talking about. So anyway, back to my story. They analyzed your fingerprints and matched them with your criminal record. I wonder if Erica knows about you having sex in public. I wonder if she knows what you get up to while she's sitting at home cooking your future child," Dr. Krustallos spoke.

"She-- I--- It--- I can explain everything," I spoke, as I felt someone grab me from behind. Someone had obviously been lurking in the shadows. They grabbed my hands and bound them with some sort of metal, pulling a potato sack over my head. and pushing me over before typing my feet up. I tried to use my shield except it wouldn't work. My hands we bound and couldn't create the shield like they usually did.

Darkness had overcome me. I didn't know where I was. All I knew is that I was being treated roughly by someone. I was fucking scared.

And then suddenly I was blinded my light and hit over the head. It knocked me out and once again I saw darkness.

The next time I saw light, I didn't know where I was, what time it was or whether I was going to be able to eat something soon, because there was one thing I did know. I was fucking hungry.

"Erica? When's dinner?" I asked, confused as hell.

"Erica's never going to see you again. Not after I'm finished with you. The only time you'll ever see dinner again is when you're getting fed to the starving children in Africa as grade F meat," Dr. Krustallos spoke. I was so sick of this fuckwit. As I became oriented to the place, I realized that I was in his pool house.

"Seriously, give it a rest Bob," I told him, realizing that I called him by his real name. But it was too late. He realized what I'd said.

"Well, that was certainly unexpected. How did you find out who I was? Did you overhear Erica and I talking? Does she know that her motherfucking eavesdropping cheater boyfriend is a superhero?" he questioned. I decided to lie.

"No," I said immediately.

"So you're keeping shit from her? What a good boyfriend you are. I can't wait until The Executioner fries you so that I can crystallize your body and melt away the evidence," he spoke.

"You won't get away with it. I'd bet right now there are two people who are planning a way to rescue me," I said to him, not really knowing what else to say. I figured that if I kept talking it would prolong his decision to kill me. The longer I stayed alive, the more of a chance that Gerard and Erica would save me. I knew they knew I was here. The security cameras would show that.

"Oh and how would they know you are here? No doubt they are prison friends of yours. How was it getting raped in the ass in your cell? I'm sure you would've enjoyed the attention since you had sex in public," Bob spoke.

"If you'd read my criminal record, you would've noticed that I wasn't imprisoned for my offenses," I pointed out to him.

"Well you deserved to go to jail. Say, you could've met The Executioner that way. He escaped jail and survived the electric chair," Bob bragged.

"I already know about Ray and his love for you so quit boring me," I spoke, trying to wind him up. Dr. Krustallos got so pissed at the tiniest things. And what I'd said was no exception.

"First of all, Ray is not my lover. I prefer women. Second of all, how did you know his name was Ray? And how do you already know about him? Did you over hear my conversation with Erica about that too? I always knew you were a fucking rat. I always knew there was something about you that couldn't be trusted. And the way you just knocked up my cousin and then cast her aside to bang some really hot chick who shoots ice, fire, electricity, acid crystals and shields out of her hand is not cool. You are gonna pay for that very dearly. Erica is going to be the future Princess of New York City. You were gonna be a Prince, but in light of recent events, the only thing you're going to be is six feet under," Bob ranted.

Things weren't going as well as I'd hoped for. Where were Gerard and Erica?