The Eel's Revenge
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The Eel's Revenge
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Slowly, ever so slowly, blackened eyes cracked open.
The light, though filtered through the filthy water outside of his window, was still much too bright for 2D's hungover taste. A growl of pain, and his eyes once again snapped shut. Subconsciously, he attempted to press his throbbing head to the cool floor, welcoming the numbing effect of the cold against the back of his head.
Groaning, he rose to his knees and steadied himself on the edge of his bed. It was much to small for him, not that he'd ever mentioned it to Murdoc. He knew that Muds wouldn't do a damn thing about it if he did. As it was, it squeaked and squealed horrifically with each of his movements during the night, not to mention the fact that one leg was slightly shorter than the other three, resulting in an almost nightly routine of rolling off onto the floor.
The room wavered slightly before his eyes as, groaning, he pressed the button on the intercom above the window.
"Wot issit faceache?" came Murdoc's gruff voice.
"C'n yew 'ave th' cyborg bring down breakfast?"
"No two-dents I can't. Come up 'ere an' make it yerself"
2D groaned again and slumped into a laying position. A minute later, and one massively-fingered hand rose to the top of the nightstand in search for painkillers. There was no doubt in his mind that Murdoc was as severely hungover as he was, and not to be trifled with in his current state. He could only hoped that in his drunken stupor Murdoc hadn't gotten any bright ideas about booby trapping the stairs again. He still had bruises from the last time.
Time passed, and the singer's head slowly began to feel as if it were only floating above his shoulders, as good an indication as any that it was time to get off his bed and venture upstairs.
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Three hours later, he returned to an extremely fuzzy state of consciousness. The slow pulsing pushing its way through the mist had a slightly more urgent edge to it than those previous, he felt it nipping away at his numbness, standing and forcing him to take notice of it. A solid hit to the skull with a cabinet door (courtesy of Murdoc) had sent him flat on his ass and sailing back into the arms of unconsciousness.
His breakfast long since forgotten, the blunette hobbled down he stairs, followed by the echoes of Murdoc's cackling laughter. Two, four, six, eight more of his blue-coated lifelines slid down his throat, allowing him a speedy descent into sleep not an instant after his head touched his pillow.
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Twoooooodeeeeeeeee
He opened his eyes, a soft voice calling his name.
Twooooooodeeeeeeeee ive cooomeeee forrrr youuuuuuuu
He shot up, ramrod straight in his bed, heart irrationally beginning to race.
I'mmmm commiiiinnnnngggg forrrr youuuuuuu
"W-who's me?" he asked, far too shakily for his own good.
Looook behiiiind yoooouuu
Slowly, carefully, warily, his head turned itself toward what he assumed was the voice's source, toward that accursed window. The shade was pulled, but he could see an iridescent light coming shining behind it.
Immmm heeeeereeee and I've cooooomeeee for youuuuuu
Instinct told him not to, but he pulled the shade.
"Wot the-"
There it was before him, lazily rippling from side to side like a thick ribbon moving in a breeze. A luminescent eel.
"You?"
Yessss its meeeee
"But but but but but-" 2D blubbered
Whyyyyy twodeeeeee? Whyyy did you let him killlll meeeee?
"I DI'N'T WANNA KILL YEW! I SWEA! RUSS TOL' MEH TO BU' AH COULDN' AN', AN', AH COULDN' 'ELP IH'", he screamed, knees curling to chest in a childish effort to protect himself. Long-fingered hands reached up and each clutched a fistful of azure hair, pulling down viciously and ripping some out from the roots.
The eel remained silent for a moment , seeming to regard him through the glass with its dead marble-black eyes. Softly, it swayed back and forth, moving gracefully with the waves before attacking the glass barrier ferociously.
2D screamed and squeezed his eyes shut
When he opened them, he was laying on the floor of his bedroom once again.
Paying no heed to the pain in his head, he jumped to his feet and sprinted to the door, clambering up the stairs to the kitchen.
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The room was as he'd left it, though Murdoc was now standing next to the sink, up to his elbows in the filthy water. A pile of dirty dishes lay on the counter next to him, reaching higher than his head, threatening to collapse at any moment.
"Wot 'appened ta yew las' night?" Murdoc inquired, nonchalantly glancing over his shoulder at the obviously frazzled singer. It was obvious that he couldn't have cared less, but the faceache was looking worse for wear than usual, and it hasn't been caused by he bassist.
"Eel's...tryna...kill...meh...*gasp*...tryna...kill...meh" 2D wheezed, one hand propped against the door handle for support. His body wasn't used to this kind of physical exertion anymore, not by a long run.
"Eel ya say?"
"Yeh", he gasped, groping his way across the room to Murdoc. "Ya...gotta...help...me"
"Well ah would two-dents, bu' ahm busy makin' supper"
2D, mind mometarily cleared of his terror, leaned over the sink, but couldn't see past the murky water.
"Whatcha makin' Muds?"
"Well", Murdoc chuckled, muscles visibly straining to take better hold of his mystery food, "ah thought it'd be nice if ah made some...eel"
And with that he produced a writhing, terrified eel from the bottom of the sink.
2D screamed and stumbled backward, tripping over a chair and smoking his head on the exact cabinet that he had that morning, knocking himself out cold once again.