Trapped(Artemis,Open)

[Michelangelo de Rio]

Resting his head against his hand Mikey leaned against the railing of the staircase. How come it was always him that ended up in these situations? At the moment he was currently located at the stair case outside of the living room, handcuffed to the railing. Mikey couldn’t help but think about how he ended up in this situation, now Mikey wasn’t especially gullible, or at least not usually, but when it came to Donny, Mikey’s twin brother, well that was an entirely different story.

Mikey had been on his way outside to the half pipe when Donny had come up to Mikey, asking him to check to see if his handcuffs were broken, and Mikey had agreed. Now in hindsight Mikey realized that that had been an incredibly stupid idea, but at the time it had seemed like a good idea, until Donny had attached the other end to the railing. Until then Mikey had thought he was just helping his brother, Donny on the other hand had had other ideas.

Now Mikey should have seen this coming, someone had deleted a program Donny had been working on, making Mikey the prime suspect. If not the person who had done it he was most likely the one to know the one who had done it. Unfortunately he hadn’t, causing Donny to leave to try to find out who had done it, forgetting about Mikey along the way, leaving him handcuffed to the stairs.

Now this wouldn’t have been a problem, if it hadn’t been for the fact that Donny has stolen his cell phone, and then that it seemed like every single person was either in class or outside, leaving him stuck here for the past hour.

As Mikey continued to lean against the railing he heard the sound of approaching footsteps….

[rhyme]

Artemis walked down the staircase whistling the stanzas to the new Panic at the Disco song The Ballad of Mona Lisa with a large pair of headphones over his ears. The headphones where the old DJ type that covered his ears entirely and blocked out much of the outside noise. It was still a whistle but it seemed to be more dynamic and it seemed to have more depth than what a normal whistle could produce.

As the music got more dynamic he spun around though the exactness of how were hard to place since he was walking down a staircase. He stopped backward and continued to walk down the staircase backward without missing a beat.

He passed backward past Mickey right as the chorus started and he spun again this time gaining a pair of mirrored sunglasses as he spun. He didn’t want to end up in another dimension again so he was playing it safe. When he came out of the spin he was facing Mickey at an angle. His whistle slowed to a stop rising in pitch as it did.

“Now what do we have here.” He said lowering his glasses with a chuckled as he looked at the handcuffs. “Lose a bet or just found a kinky girlfriend?”