Bottle in the ocean.
Pairing (eventually) Murdoc/2D. Warnings: medicine abuse, cursewords and maybe sex scenes in later chapters.
It was dark when 2D woke up quivering and disorientated. His head was pounding. Sweat poured off his back, making the sheets go damp. He frantically looked around and relaxed slightly when he recognized his room. He was still at plastic beach. Shivering, he crawled out of his bed and stumbled towards the bathroom. A splitting headache and memories of his last nightmare made him whine. Ripping open every cabinet, he searched for his relief. When he finally found a bottle of his favorite painkillers, he dry swallowed three of them. They didn't immediately kick in so he slid down to the ground clutching his head. A few tears escaped his black eyes and fell to the ground. Images of his latest night terror flashed before his eyes, making him whimper.
First there was darkness. Stuart was hopelessly lost in it. "Hello? 'S Anyone there?" He yelled. No answer came. When he'd given up on trying to get someone to hear him, a indescribable heat suddenly washed over him. With the heat came the light back. He blinked. As his eyes slowly adjusted to the sudden change, he noticed a weird smell. It smelled like something burning. When his vision returned, he gasped. Rubble and rubbish were littered everywhere. Not a single building was unharmed, all were falling apart rather quickly. The sky was colored blood red and yellow.2D froze when he noticed something black lying in the soil. He approached it hesitatingly. It was a small body lying face-down on the ground. He started hyperventilating when he recognized it. No not it, her."NOODLE!" he screamed, turning the body. He wished he hadn't after he saw her burned face. Clutching her cold hand, he swallowed the bile rising in his throat. Through a haze of tears, he saw noticed her other hand was holding something under a pile of rubbish. "No…No.." he whispered."Russ…ah...Russel…RUSSEL!" Hysterically, he tried to dig through the pile. It was useless. The stones and pieces of building were too heavy. They had only spared the drummers arm. Sobbing, 2D slowly moved away from his dead friends. "M…Muhdoc…MUHDOC!" He cried out for his only friend left. He wasn't there. Murdoc was never there.
Stuart sighed when a pleasant haze from the medication overtook him. He didn't even get the time to return to his bed as sleep once again caught up with him.
*Where's tha denthead?* Murdoc thought irritated. He had been waiting for his singer in the music room for almost an hour, having smoked several cigarettes in the process. They were supposed to work at a new song. Murdoc thought he'd threatened him enough to show up, but no. Apparently2D had either finally gotten a set of balls, or was just tired of life. The Satanist grumbled and stomped towards the elevator, fully intending to learn his captive a lesson. "Hey faceache! " Murdoc yelled after storming inside 2D's room. He blinked when he noticed the singer was absent. Huffing and scratching his crotch, he thought about other places the brain dead singer could've escaped to. The answer was obvious, as the door leading to the bathroom was slightly opened. Not caring 2D could be indecent, Murdoc threw the door all the way open. *Wot tha hell?*He thought when he spotted 2D curled up on the bathroom floor, snoring softly. His surprise was short lived as his anger once again caught up with him. "WAKE UP, YA MORON!" The tip of his boot collided violently with the singers ribs, who yelped and immediately rolled away. Murdoc smirked at the display of fright and gripped 2D's ankle. He dragged him out of the bathroom, not caring about the number of times 2D hit his head in the process. When he finally let go, Stuart tried to escape the madman again. Without success. The foot pressing on his chest was enough to keep him to the ground. "I thought we had a deal ey, mate." Murdoc hissed while putting more weight on his foot. "I would be nice and allow you a bit freedom, and you would be a good boy and do whot I want you to do. Instead you defy me by not showing up when I asked you. " The blue haired male whimpered. "I'm sorry…I…I must 'ave fallen asleep. It won't happen again I promise! " "Damn right you do! Now pull yourself together and come rehearse with me." 2D nodded and followed his captor, keeping his eyes firmly locked on Murdocs back as they went. It felt strangely comforting.
"GODDAMNIT DULLARD!" Murdocs voice cut through the music like a blast. They had been practicing new tunes for hours without success and Murdoc had had enough. He slammed his fist into the keyboard he'd been playing. "That sounded like a cat on fire! Even a blind, one-armed toddler could do better." 2D didn't answer and simply glared at the ground, ignoring Murdocs further rambling.*Bloody hell.* He thought grumpily. *I know my vocals aren't perfect at the moment, but…* Zoning out, his mind went back to Noodle and Russel. Where could they be? He hadn't heard from them in quite a while. A year…maybe longer. 2D didn't know exactly. It was difficult to keep track of time when you lived day by day, something that had become a routine for him. A heavy scent suddenly snapped him out of his trance. Murdoc stood right in front of him, scowling. 2D could smell the beer the man had consumed that close. Mismatched eyes glared down at him, the red one glowing with anger, irritation…and something Stuart couldn't immediately recognize. "Well," Murdoc growled: "Seems like you don't want to cooperate right now ey?" He grabbed his captives wrist and sternly lead him out of the music room. 2D staggered behind him, curious about where the bassist was leading him. Surely not back to his room? 2D swallowed at the thought of being watched by the whale for the rest of the day. His fear wasn't necessary though. They stopped in a small, dirty kitchen. It wasn't more than 4 walls, a stove and a fridge, stocked with all sorts of alcohol. *Figures Murdoc only cares about his booze…* A small smile crossed 2D's face before he looked curiously at Murdoc. "Wot're we doing 'ere?" Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Feedin ya of course." He said, taking position by the door in case his prisoner would try to flee. "Unless you'd prefer to starve. Not that I'd complain ofcourse…Though I must say I'm not fond of the smell of rotting bodies, so refrain from dirtying my island and eat." 2D chuckled quietly at his friends rambling and opened the fridge. Shoving the food that'd gone bad to the side , he took a sandwich. He hadn't really realized it until then, but he hadn't eaten for over a day. But that didn't really matter. He had never been a big eater. Way back, his mother actually had taken him to a doctor to check on him. The doctor had talked on and on about an unhealthy image kids these days had about beauty, but he hadn't really paid attention. He just wasn't hungry that often. He did eat a lot of snacks, but those never showed up in his weight. *They were tosser's to believe I 'ad an…anexia? Or summfink…Like they didn't 'fink I could take care of meself.*2D scowled and dumped his half-eaten sandwich in the sink, watching with glee as the bread turned soggy and clogged the drain. It seemed silly, but in this situation it felt as a victory to be able to control something. Even if it was just a stupid sink. "Are you going to stop grinning at a piece of furniture or do I have to make you." Murdoc snapped. Stuard huffed, tore his gaze away and carefully shuffled back to Murdoc. It seemed like his bit of freedom was over for the day.
The sea was calm. The only disturbance that cut through the silence being the wind howling across the surface. One small lifeboat floated around aimlessly, like an orange dot in a world of blue. In that boat laid a single, black-haired figure. Her body was covered in bruises, and only concealed by a drenched, white dress. A mask in the form of a cat concealed her face .She stiffly moved her arm over the boat's edge and sighed as her fingertips touched the cool water. The sensation slightly numbed the soreness in her limbs. "Don't worry." She whispered to the sky in her native tongue. " Russel-san….Murdoc-san…2D-kun. I'll find you." Little did the girl know she had already been replaced.
Back at plastic beach, inside a dark storage room, a certain cyborg was recharging. Long wires connected her to multiple outlets. She didn't move, but despite that, her circuits were running wild. Information about a sunken ship a few miles away had just been sent to her. From the report she had intercepted from the sea police, it was the result of an attack. Danger so close to her owner, she couldn't allow. She started preparing her weapons, to destroy anything and anyone that would come to close to the island.
Rum. A bottle of good, nicely ripened rum. That, Murdoc decided, was the best way to dull the bored feelings that came when he was alone. Not that he minded though. Because the only company he could have was the dullard. And, let's be honest, he wasn't that much of a conversation. He was always too afraid of Murdoc and when he wasn't, he usually was too doped up on his pain meds to make any sense. Murdoc scowled and let himself sink a little more in his private couch. Sometimes he wished things would be easier between the two of them. He'd never admit that out loud of course, but still…Downing half of the bottle of rum in one go, he frowned. He thought back at the way he treated his bandmate that morning and chuckeled half-heartedly. Why was it that even when the idiot was asleep, he managed to get under his skin? Maybe it was the way his expression had been peaceful. Or maybe it was the vulnerability around the man that had made him snap again. Either way, he couldn't afford himself to get too carried away. *Don't wan' him ta be out of commission too long after all. I just need to keep mah mind focused on the main goal. Yeh…*he decided, nodding to himself. Indeed. He wouldn't cause any permanent damage to his favorite singing tool. Not when he needed him.
Once again the night fell over isolated island. 2D dreaded them. While it got way too hot over the day, at night it got ice cold. He sat huddled in a corner of his bedroom, arms wrapped around his long legs. The wale that normally watched him was absent, but still 2D was restless. And frightened. Frightened for the prison Murdoc was keeping him in. Frightened for the nightmares sure to appear when he would close his eyes. Frightened because he didn't know where Noodle and Russel were. And frightened because he was alone.
AN: GAH! that was the most difficult thing i've ever written.i checked a dozen of times for spelling mistakes too, but i still think its not completely clean :(
I'm actually feeling a little bit bad for 2D right now, Being treated like an object... :( oh well...i hope you enjoyed it. And even if you didn't ...Well...let me know in a comment.
Thanks for reading.
