The car went onto the grass next to the street and hit a tree. The only sound left was the rain pattering off the car. A shadowy figure walked normally over to the car.

Alex bent down to look in the window and grinned evilly seeing Micky sprawled over the steering wheel, seat belt snapped from the force of the impact. "You're right, this night isn't fit for man nor beast... but it IS fit for devils."

A black light surrounded the entire scene, even the tree. When the light faded, Alex and the car are gone, and the tree didn't have a mark on it.

The first order of business was to return the car to its garage. A black light appeared in the Dolenz' garage, revealing the purple Chevy... along with Alex, who now carried Micky's unconscious form.

This was the perfect place to do this. Alex smirked and put Micky down on the floor. Micky's head lulled to one side. Alex held his hands out in front of him and produced his long fingernails.

"This won't hurt... much," Alex commented, then leaned over Micky. In one swipe. Alex brought his claws down along Micky's chest. The unconscious drummer didn't even flinch. Alex straightened, his fingernails returning to normal. He grinned at the red light he held in his hands. "This is gonna be fun."

Alex concentrated on the red light and it began to dissolve. "I'll be right back to deal with you in a moment. First, I have to do something with your body." He picked up Micky's body in a fire man's carry and disappeared in the black light once more.

Alex reappeared outside the Pad, standing in the rain. "I do love a rainy night, don't you, Savage?" He chuckled at the non-response. The rain was soaking both of them as Alex walked up to the front door of the Pad. He set Micky's body down in a sitting position. Alex grinned as he raised his hand and knocked on the door. For good measure, he shoved Micky's body against the door and watched as it slumped down a bit.

Alex smirked see how the door propped up his double's body. The body would surely fall inside upon the door being opened. "I have to see this reaction..." He moved and hid in the bushes, using the surrounding darkness to hide.

In was only a few seconds before footsteps were heard. Alex saw the grill open, then close, followed by a faint voice. He watched the door open and Micky's body tumble inside.

"Holy shit! Mick!" Mike exclaimed.

Alex smirked and disappeared in a black light, completely satisfied. He reappeared back at the desert hideout, where Sheila was waiting... with the red light.

"I see all went well," Sheila commented, holding the light out to him.

Alex took the light and nodded. "It went very well."

"Now, what do you have in mind?"

"We'll have to go home first before I can do anything further with the Savage's spirit, since I dumped his body on the Knight's doorstep."

Sheila grinned. "Oh, how I would've liked to have see the expression on his face..."

"It was of pure fear and horror, Milady."

Chuckling, the two devils disappeared in the black light, then reappeared on a dirt road about a hundred feet from a gate.

"Now..." Alex began and concentrated on the red light. The light began to float from his hands and began to extend down to the ground as well as grow taller before it stopped at Alex's height.

The light faded and revealed Micky as he'd been before the accident, though his chin rest against his upper chest. Alex went about tying Micky's wrists together behind his back. He returns to standing in front of Micky again, then places both hands to Micky's chest, causing a faint red glow.

Slowly, Micky lifted his head, groaning. "What the hell's going on...?"

Alex lifted Micky's chin and grinned in his face. "Hello."

"Alex!" Micky's eyes widened and he looked around. "Where... where am I?"

Sheila smirked watching the exchange.

"You already said it, Savage. Welcome to Hell," Alex said, which was immediately following by thunder and lightning.

Micky winced, then shook his head. "No! This can't be! I can't be..."

"Dead? Not quite," Alex conceded, finally. "Nope, just close enough so that I could remove your soul, but leave your body for your friends to deal with."

Micky was absolutely fear struck. "You bastard..."

"Now, now, be nice or you won't get the grand tour."

"Grand tour? What are you talking about?"

Alex grinned again. "We're taking you on a walking tour through Hell. We do hope that you enjoy it."

"No!" Micky screamed, as both Alex and Sheila each took hold of one of his arms and began to drag him. Micky kicked his feet trying to dig his heels into the ground to try to atleast slow them, but to no avail.

Micky looked to the sky, hoping that someone would figure out what had happened to him. Unfortunately, all the sky offered was darkness. An empty feeling swelled in his chest as he began struggling harder to get away.