SAW you lying there J/P part 2

John's POV:

John runs over to Paul's body. He can't see whether Paul is still alive because of the scarf covering his mate's eyes.

"Arrrgghh! For FUCK SAKE, Paul! Can you hear me?!" John is about to reach out and touch Paul's feet.

"I would not do that if I were you"

John freezes at those words.

The voice is coming from the mirror behind him.

The voice is low and deep and sounds remarkably calm and polite given the situation. Like a news reporter – just deeper and… creepier. He slowly turns around to face the owner of those words.

He is in for another shock.

A puppet is looking at him from the mirror. It is the creepiest face, John has ever seen.

He can feel goose bumps spreading around his entire torso. The puppet is as white as snow with dark, greasy hair and dark and red clothes. There is a large red spiral on each of this creature's protruding cheeks, but that is not it.

The worst thing about this puppet is its eyes. They are large, red and black, and they look John right in the eye as if the puppet can sense him by itself.

It opens its mouth once again, making John's eyes widen with terror.

"I want to play a game."

John's hand covers his own mouth automatically; his throat is dry, and it feels like his dinner is on its way up again.

The puppet blinks before continuing:

"Hello John. The Famous John Lennon, you're probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you where you might be - you might be in the room that you'll die in.
Up until now you have been literally playing around, watching the wheels without paying attention to your own life and the people involved.

Now what exactly is it that men like yourself see, when they look into the mirror? Now I see you as a… strange mix of someone… bored, yet afraid of changes - but mostly just afraid.
So you are going to watch your friend, Paul McCartney, die today John, or do something about it. The choice is yours.

Paul is not dead - yet. You see: Inside your friend runs a poison, which slowly eats his body up. The pain he is about to go through is worse than what anyone can imagine. He cannot hear you, and you cannot hear him. To your right there is a chest of drawers. Inside the drawers there are fifty different chemicals. Do you insert the right mixture into your dear Paul's body, the liquid will serve as an antidote for the poison. If you choose the wrong mixture, the poison will work faster.

Move carefully; if Paul moves too much the sharp sides of the wall can and will cut his throat open. But there is another catch. The chemicals inside the chest of drawers absorb oxygen. If you have not saved Paul from the poison within thirty minutes, the lack of oxygen will cost you your life.

Now is not the time to be afraid John, now is the time to choose for yourself; try to find your way out of here - or help your friend. But remember: X and Y are defined as the unknown, look them up. The time starts now, John - now is your time."

The mirror turns black.

John is speechless. More than speechless, he is paralyzed.

What the fuck IS this??!! he thinks. Those words keep repeating themselves inside of his head:

What the FUCK is this, what the FUCK is going on, what the FUCK should I DO??!!

The first thing John instinctively does is to rush to the glass wall, wave like a crazy man in an attempt to make himself visible for Paul to see.

"I'm here, Paul, I'm fucking here!! Can you hear me mate?! PAAAUUUULLLLLLL!!!!"

What do I do, what do I do? OH FUCKING HELL!! I'm so bloody scared!

If he had not known that there literally was a 'deadline', John would most likely just lie down and cry his heart out, but his mind makes him do otherwise.

Instead of breaking down, John suddenly feels more determined than ever and his face and body turns cool. It is as if someone has taken all of his emotions out of his mind and replaced them with an instinctive, surprisingly familiar survival-behavior.

He turns away from the wall, purposely ignores his mate's body minus the head and quickly approaches the chest of drawers.

"Fuck. This. Game." He whispers out loud before opening the first drawer.