Mello gave a quiet hiss, but his mind was too focused on his anger to care about sensation and the movement that jerked his arm back to safety was pure reflex. A second later his hand shot out to grab the flashlight but it was several inches beyond his grip, and the weight between his ribs made struggling nearly impossible. Nearly. Mello didn't give up easily, and the thought of being powerless was worse than the thought of anything that this unknown person could do to him.

He pressed his palms flat against the ground and shoved up with all of his strength, but the effort sent a sharp pain down his spine and a more dull one radiating up his arm. Again, a flash of icy panic.

"You don't know anything about me." He couldn't. There was no way. Was this some sort of trick? A drug? A concussion? The more he searched for a flaw in the reality the more certain he was this was actually happening...the sensations were vivid, overwhelming.

But it was impossible. Even if the man had been eavesdropping and simply leaped to conclusions, he couldn't have known that Artemis reminded Mello of Near. Only two people knew that, and one of them was vomiting a few feet away. The other was probably being eaten by a giant spider.

So Artemis must have told him.

Behaving was not on the list of Mello's talents, and as soon as his strength faltered he attempted to twist beneath the weight to reach back, knowing that his best chance for escape was getting a firm grip on the man.