This was just something I did for fun. Before anyone knew what had really happened to Noodle. I had been writing "Muds story" at the time. And had a few interesting ideas floating around in my head. So I thought I'd just throw them out there. Enjoy.
Murdoc pulls up out the front of Kong in the Geep. Now that he'd seen Russel and Noodle safely off on holiday. He and 2D find they are the only ones left at Kong. Having now set the next phase of his plans in motion, the Bassist had contacted a real estate agent and put the now dilapidated building up for sale. Leaving 2D behind to start packing, while he had gone down to sign the last few remaining documents. Just to get the ball rolling. Once he'd done that, he'd then finished up down the pub with some of his mates.
Now late in the afternoon. The old man takes one last puff on his cigarette, before tossing it out the car. He pulls up out the front of Kong and shuts off the engine. He steps out and yawns. Stretching his back and scratching his stomach. Before slowly making his way up the steps, to the front door. Stepping inside, Murdoc looks over at the Desk Jockey Demon and grins evilly.
"Heh, heh. You better hope the new owners need a Demon receptionist. Otherwise, yer out of a job. Ya doughnut." he sneers. Chuckling into his chest at his joke, the Bassist begins to make his way to the corridor door. When suddenly he is stopped by a short sharp whistle from the Demon. The Bassist turns quickly, and puzzled, looks back at him. The Demon smiles and without shifting it's position, holds up a piece of paper. Waving it at the old man. Murdoc grunts and walks swiftly back to the desk, snatching the paper from it. He pulls back his fist, as if going to strike the creature, but stops short of actually doing so. It winces ever so slightly, but still does not move. Murdoc stands with his back to the desk and reads the paper.
"We have your Keyboardist. Don't call the cops or he's dead. We'll contact you with details. Will ring your mobile." Murdoc blanches and shakes his head, shocked. He quickly reads it again to be sure he read it right. Then slowly leans his weight back on the desk and looks up, crumpling the piece of paper in his hand.
"Bastards!" the old man snaps and turns to face the desk. The Demon shifts it's eyes to look up at the Bassist. Crinkling it's nose in disgust, at the old mans heavy scent. Thinking hard, Murdoc looks at the creature and grabs it by the throat. "Who left this?" he snarls, lifting the small being from it's chair. The creature struggles, clawing with it's hands and feet. But apart from a vicious snarl, does not answer. Angrily, the Bassist tosses the creature down on the floor and begins to pace. The Demon stands and brushes itself down. Climbing back up onto it's chair, it gives Murdoc the finger and goes back to looking bored. Murdoc barely even notices, as thoughts race through his head. The old man storms back to the corridor and makes his way to the Winnie to think.
He slams his way inside, tossing the note on the side table and flopping himself down on the bench seat. Bringing his ankle up and resting it on his knee. He looks over to his faithful pet raven, and sighs.
"I'm in trouble Cort." he says softly. The bird tips it's head to one side and caws at him. Then flies over and settles on the old mans thigh. Murdoc ruffles the feathers on Cortez s head. "I thought I'd done with all the problems? I've missed summink. I know that writtin'. Fuck! Think Mudsie, think! Where have I seen it?" he mutters, smoothing down his pet birds wings. Cortez caws in delight at the attention. The Bassist looks down at the bird, and smiles weakly. And starts playing with Cortez s feet. The bird gently peaks at his fingers, playing back. But the old man has more pressing things to think about, so shuffles Cortez off. The bird takes flight and lands on the back of the drivers seat, cawing at the Bassist in protest. Muds stands and looks over at him. "Sorry mate, but this really is important. I'll play with you later. OK?"
Murdoc makes his way to the bed and grabs his mobile. Sitting down, he opens it and quickly checks to see he hasn't missed any calls. Finding it clear, he shuts it down and stares at it in his hands.
"Call me you bastards! Call me!" he snarls at the phone, gripping it tightly in his hands, silence. Frustrated he stands, shoving the phone deep into the front pocket of his trousers. Then slowly makes his way back to the door.
Stepping down and out into the car park, the Bassist walks the short distance to 2Ds door. The door is wide open. The young man never leaves it open. So for Murdoc, this is all the confirmation that 2D truly been taken. He swallows hard and makes his way inside.
The room is a shambles. A box is overturned in almost the centre of the room, it's contents spilled out all over the floor. Quite evidently there had been a struggle. 2Ds computer lay smashed against one wall, his bed tossed across the room, keyboards torn from the walls and broken. Murdoc takes a step towards the box and hears a cracking sound underfoot, moving his foot sideways, he sees 2Ds mobile. Broken. It's pieces scattered. The old man leans down and picks a few of the pieces up and slowly stands again, turning the shattered components over in his hands. Feeling as though the wind has been knocked out of him, his legs buckle, and he falls to the ground on one knee. Dropping back onto his buttocks, he slides his legs up and rests his forearms on his knees, closing his eyes. Murdoc grips the broken phone hard in his hands, the sharp edges cutting deeply into his flesh making them bleed.
"D." he moans softly and gently rocks back and forth. The silence of the room is suddenly shattered by Murdoc s phone ringing. And the Bassist quickly reaches to grab it. He stops before answering it to check the callers ID, but finds the number is with-held. Taking a deep breath, he flips it open. "Yess?" he hisses and waits for an answer. For a moment there is no answer, and Murdoc pulls the phone from his ear and looks at the keypad, looking at the display to be sure the call was still active. Seeing it hadn't ended, he sucks a breath as a knot of panic forms in his stomach. "Yes? Hello?" he repeats, putting the phone back up to his ear, hoping for an answer.
"Ya didn't call the cops, right?" a gruff voice asks. Murdoc breathes out and flexes his fingers tightly on the phone, his palms sweating.
"Nah. Where's D?" the Bassist snarls. Angry that someone would dare take his "Dullard." For a moment the voice sounded familiar and the old man slowly gets to his feet, searching his mind trying to place it. Silence. Murdoc waits listening to the sound of breathing on the other end of the line.
"He's safe. For now." the voice finally breaks in. Silence again, but for the heavy breathing. Murdoc walks to the far end of 2Ds room, and picks up the chair that has obviously been thrown there, putting it on it's feet.
"What do ya want?"Murdoc snarls again and sits down. "Look? I'll tells ya what, you bring me the Dolt and we'll talk. How about that?" the Bassist inquires.
"Who the fuck are you to demand anyfink from me?!" the voice suddenly roars. Startled by the abruptness of it, Murdoc snatches the phone from his ear and looks at it. He swears sharply under his breath and calms himself, before placing the phone back to his ear.
"OK, OK, got ya. Look. I. I. I. Just wanna talk to him. Just so I know he's OK?" Murdoc stammers, clearly rattled by the events and now sweating profusely. A feeling of sickness rises in the old mans chest, and he swallows hard trying to press it back down. Silence. "Hello? Are ya still there?" Murdoc asks, silence.
"I'm still heya." the voice suddenly breaks in again. "I've decided. No,Ya can't! You want him back, yer gunna haffta do fings my way. Got It?" it continues. Murdoc s leg starts shaking nervously.
"OK, yer way. Got it." the Bassist agrees.
"I want money, ten million should cover it. Bring it to this address..." Murdoc quickly gets up and grabs a pencil and a scrap of paper from the floor, jotting down the address and time.
"OK, got it. What if...?" Murdoc begins. But the line goes dead. Murdoc freezes, listening to the dial tone on the other end, droning away. The bile rises sharply and unexpectedly in his throat, and the Bassist nearly throws up.
A few moments later, Murdoc is leaning heavily on the door frame, waiting for the nausea to pass. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, head bowed low, and feeling a little better, his rage begins to build. He rolls his shoulders and lifts his head, snapping his eyes open. His pupils shine brightly, almost seeming to roar. As if on fire from inside.
"Like fuck I'm doin' it yer way." he growls and marches quickly to the Winnie to prepare.