Joey could hear footsteps from a few meters away. A shadow crept its way in through the door, as he/she neared the door. Finally, the person reached the door, and swtiched on the lights.

"Well, well, well. Who do we have here, " the person said.

Joey sat wide in terror.

"You," he gasped.

The man merely smiled.

"Markett! I promise! I'll get you your rent by tomorrow! PLEASE! Don't do this," Joey cried out in terror.

"Don't do what," he said, amused.

Joey bit back a comment. He was taken aback by that question.

"Eh. Don't tie me, " Joey finished, quite lamely.

The earth started rumbling, but it was laughter of the man in front of him. He was dressed in white slacks, with a plain white t-shirt. He wore no shoes, but had socks on.

A long deep scar ran through his left cheek. Joey didn't recall ever seeing one on Markett's face. He questioned him about it.

"When did you get that scar? I don't recall Markett ever having one. Did you get it today?" he asked.

The man smiled evilly. "Has it ever occured to you that I might not actually be Markett?" he questioned.

The man noticed the look of bewilderment on his face, and continued, "No. I don't think you have. But it should now. I'm not Markett."

"You are trying to trick me!" Joey cried out.

"No. It's the plain truth. I'm Markett's evil twin. Eric Briggs."

Joey took a while to grasp that fact.

"Anyway, I've tied you up here for a reason. Answer a few questions for me, will you?"

"Um okay."

"Who are you, really?"

"Joey Millers."

Eric tsked. "That's not what I meant. What is your occupation?"

"Currently jobless."

Eric knocked down a chair beside him.

"LIES," he thundered. "Who do you work for? Are you from the CBI? Or are you an undercover policeman?"

Joey laughed like he had never before. That is, until Eric came up to him and choked him. "One more lie, and I'll shoot you right there. So tell me, who sent you here. Why are you following us?"

Now, Joey looked even more confused. "Following who?"

Eric took out his belt and hit him.

"Ow. What was that for," Joey whimpered.

"Maybe this can help you recollect," Eric said. He callled out to the security guard who magically appeared at the door, and asked him to usher them in. Shadows of three figures became smaller and smaller as they reached the door.

Joey's eyes popped out as he noticed a woman walk up to Eric, placing her arm around his waist.

It was the blonde woman he met at the bar. Not only was she that woman, she was also...

Merlyn Davis.

"Are you in trouble too," Joey asked, concerned, to the lady.

The lady smirked. "Do I look like I'm in trouble," she asked him, as she pulled Eric's face to hers and kissed him.

Joey looked away. He felt so used, and betrayed. It was obviously this lady who had lured him here. He heard a small whimper and looked up.

"Shut up, you beast," Eric sneered, to the person standing behind him.

The whimper stopped.

Eric turned to glare at Joey. "Answer this. This male," he said, pointing to the left," claims he spotted you twice."

Joey strained his neck to see who he was, but couldn't see him, as he had a scarf surrounded his face.

"I'm sorry. But I can't identify him," Joey replied simply.

"You fool, take off your scarf," Eric hissed.

The boy on the left did as told. Once he was in clear sight, Joey took in all his features. It was no doubt him.

Utopia.

"You went to his house for getting laid. But I know it was a plan. Because the next day, you were spotted in the hospital."

"Wait, how did you know that, " Joey asked, paled. Has anyone suspected that he killed Markett's wife?

"That doesn't matter. Why did you do that? Clearly you were sent by someone," Eric asked, impatiently.

Joey contemplated. He decided to keep quiet.

"I sent Utopia to kill the woman, and you turn up, choosing the EXACT injection to counter the shot he gave her, thus saving her."

"WHAT?" Joey sputtered. "I saved her?"

"Yes, you did. Wait, why are you asking me that? Didn't you know you saved her?" Merlyn asked, suspciously.

"Er. Yes. I knew I saved her."

"WHO THE HELL SENT YOU?" Eric barked.

Joey still didn't reply.

Eric sighed impatiently, knowing that if he indeed was an undercover agent, he wouldn't reveal it. He gave a few instructions in rapid German,to the person standing on his right, and left the room with Merlyn, after uttering these words.

"You'll regret doing this," he said, his eyes flashing.

Joey was left alone with the two people. Utopia looked bored. He was playing a video game.

"You have two minutes to own up," the veiled lady said. Turns out, it was a woman.

"If you don't, I'm sorry, but I'll have to take you to the shark tank. It will give you an incentive to speak up."

"May I see your face," Joey asked.

"Why?"

"If I'm going to die, I might as well see my killer."

The lady sighed. She was very hesitant to take it off, but did so, anyway.

Joey watched in anticipation as the woman took her veil off. His world crashed down as he recognized the woman.

It was Sherene Liala.

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The very people HE wanted to kill, was now gearing up to kill HIM.

I have a question for you guys.

Why does Eric wanna kill Markett's wife? What's it in for him? And how are Utopia and Sherene related to this mess.

And last of all Merlyn Davis. Did I catch you by surprise there? ;)

Please let me know if you're enjoying the story!!