"Hey, JJ! Are you okay?" I asked as I headed back towards the corner in which he was hiding in. I at least thought that he might be a little happy after I'd just completed the second task. But something just didn’t seem right.
"JJ, a-are you okay?!" I rushed and knelt down to his side, he was sat on the floor curled up into a tight ball with his hands clutching his ears. He rocked gently backwards and forwards with tears streaming down his face and a quiet scream left his lips as his eyes were buried and hidden from mine.
"JJ! What the fuck do you want me to do!" I panicked, why was he struggling to breathe!? Why were his hands shaking so much?! Why were no words escaping his trembling lips?! What had I done to him?
"JJ, we need to get you out of here…come on…" I picked him up and held the mess that was JJ in my arms like a tired baby. He didn't allow his eyes to meet with mine and instead chewed on his sleeves as I turned around and walked from the bustling town square. To no surprise, he weighed hardly anything and I could feel his ribs and spine pressing into me.

I walked for about five minutes doing my best to try and comfort him but it was no use. Eventually we reached a park bench and I placed him down onto it. His eyes emerged so that he could peer at the murky green lake and the trees that surrounded the bench. Pulling his beanie over his ears and sitting cross-legged, he turned to me with tears racing each other down his pale cheeks.

"I-I'm s-sorry Mikes. I-I..I-I'm sorry…I-I'm s-sorry for scaring y-you…" he mumbled in a broken voice quietly.
"It's okay, but are you like okay now? What the fuck happened to you?!" I asked him as he glanced towards the mudded floor.
"I-I just couldn't…t-too many people….the person you gave the scarf t-to…my family….t-too much noise…t-too many people and not enough oxygen…s-sorry…this is why I prefer to stay inside….outside is scary…"
"Hey it's okay…" I smiled as I pulled him into a hug, "is there anything I could do to help?"
"Nah…" He sighed as he buried his head into my chest, "hugs are fine."
"Good…" I smiled at him, "I'm not good at much else."
"Yes you are Mikes!" JJ smiled as he let his deep blue eyes peer back up at me.
"Nah…" I laughed nervously, "I'm really not…"
"Thanks for being here Mikes…Thanks for not thinking that I'm just a freak who is scared of everything…"
"You're not a freak JJ and anyway… I think that we should get you home. It's not the best to hang outside when it obviously tears you apart."
"Yeah. I'll go home…you complete task three, yeah?" He smiled at me as he removed himself from the hug, his words steady and his breathing constant.
"JJ, I'm not gunna complete task 3 after what just happened with your anxiety, and besides how would you manage to get back without me?"
"Ha!" He laughed as he stood up and slipped an envelope into my pocket, "I have anxiety Mikes, not a fucking inability to navigate…I'll see you later…"
And despite my protests the bitch just got up and left…walking off into the distance like nothing had even happened.

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Task 3

Your name is now Curtis Armstrong. You are 26. Single. Don't tell anyone your real name.
You are my enemy.
You will meet a man named Frank Mathews at 'The hare and the tortoise' Pub at exactly 20:00. He is an enemy of mine, he may talk of his gang wanting to kill me…just ignore him…he likes to mess around.
Frank will be waiting at the bar, he wears sunglasses (even indoors) and probably a suit. He will be expecting you.
You have 3 hours to get him drunk…absolutely pissed out of his mind.
Then take him back to his flat…make sure he is okay. Leave a glass of water and the hangover pills (the ones enclosed in this envelope) by his bedside table. Leave.
If this is done then task 3 is complete.
-JJ

I re-read the letter one last time as I made my way towards this so called pub. It was 19:57 and the sun was just setting over the horizon casting its light down and paving the streets with gold.

I was still annoyed at JJ for just leaving me like that in the middle of a town that I'd never visited. Why did he have to leave so suddenly?! Oh, wait…maybe it's because this Frank Mathews and his gang are trying to kill him….apparently.

The pub was waiting for me at the corner of the street and as I stepped inside I felt the immediate smell of beer hit my face. The place was fairly full with men who sat around with cigarettes at their mouths and alcohol in hand as they rolled with laughter. The room had low beams that sagged towards the floor and the bar stood waiting in the far left hand corner with a figure in a suit slumped over the counter.
I cautiously made my way over to the side of the bar, my feet sticking slightly to the floor as I walked and avoided having beer being spilt on me. The envelope lay quietly in my pocket.

The man barely moved as I sat down on the barstool next to him. His shoulder-length hair was a bright green colour but faded to streaks of brown and black at the ends. JJ was right. He wore dark shaded sunglasses even though he was inside and a suit. His hands were laced with tattoos of skulls and vines wrapping themselves around his wrists tightly. He was small though, about 5 foot 1 at the most. His hands were clutching a bottle of champagne in front of him as he mumbled to himself and slowly turned to face me.
"Hey! Curtis!" He yelled sluggishly in my general direction, holding his hand out for me to shake before dropping it back down next to his champagne. His breathe stunk like a right mixture of alcohol and I could tell that behind his sunglasses, that his eyes were barely open.
"Hi…Frank.." I answered cautiously, "you okay?"
"haha!" He laughed at my face, "yeah…I'm…I'm fine…"
"Good…" I smiled back with.
"Fancy a drink?"
I shook my head.
"Okay then…suit yourself…its fine…more for me anyway." He threw the remaining contents of the bottle back into his mouth.
I didn't think I'd have to even get this guy drunk, he had already seemed to manage that by himself.
"You know who I hate?" he began in his drunken mess, "I hate this guy…he's called JJ. And I want him dead!"
"I want him dead!" He yelled again, smashing the bottle all over the counter and laughing as the glass shattered and fell onto the floor.
"Okay then…" I smiled awkwardly as I apologised to the bartenders, "I think that we should get you home now Frank…" I placed my hands on his shoulders and stopped him from falling onto his face and into the glass.

"Ha!" He laughed as I led him steadily out of the place, "Ha! Look at all these drunk people! All addicted to their fucking alcohol!"
"Come on Frank…" I interjected as I tried to push him closer to the door, "Let's just g-"
"You're all alcoholics!" Frank screamed with laughter, "You've got no family! No friends! You and your gang just want to kill a guy and finish of the entire family! That's it! Everyone help me kill JJ!"
"Frank…" I yelled, pulling him through the door and out onto the street.
"W-What?...." he swayed from side to side before falling onto the floor with a thud.
SHIT. I whispered to myself.
I walked closer towards the heap on the floor.
"Frank are you okay?" I asked.
No reply.
"Frank can you hear me?"
Still no reply.
I stood up and prodded him with my foot.
"OI!" He yelled with his arms flailing, "Get your filthy feet away from royalty!"
He laughed again for good measure before I dragged him back to his feet.

Let's just say that the walk to Frank's house should have taken about ten minutes but with Frank's severe lack of navigation and over all drunken-ness it took about 30 minutes until he had collapsed onto his bed in his messy flat. While he slept I did as the note in the envelope had told me to, filling up a glass with water and placing the pack of hangover pills alongside the glass on his bedside table.

I couldn't help feeling as if this task was a little strange as I walked from the room where a passed out Frank lay snoring loudly. I mean the others were strange but this one…at least I didn’t harm anyone. I mean he was already drunk when I found him. Let's just hope he drinks the water and takes the right amount of tablets. Let's just hope that this broken man will be okay because I can't help feeling sorry for the guy. I almost feel that if he wasn't always joking about wanting to kill JJ then maybe I could help him. Maybe we could become friends now that task 3 is done.

Notes

Hello again! I'm sorry for not updating for so long and then returning with this shit-show of a chapter.
Sorry if I don't update much, we have exam week: a stress-free tranquil calming time of the year in which everyone is happy and relaxed to the max (*sarcasm intended*). Sorry if i don't update again until next week. Thank you for reading and I hope you are doing well. :)
-LOu