"Hey Face Ache!"
Murdoc yelled from his Winnebago at the boy who sat in his room, only a few doors down.
2D was on his bed, sheets wrapped around him so he was in a nest. He blinked and leaned forward to hear the bassist better, putting down his cell phone that was in his hands.
"Wot?"
Murdoc opened the door of his mobile home and stuck his head out, yelling loudly. His words weren't slurred at all, telling 2D he wasn't the slightest bit drunk which was strange. He had just run out of alcohol a few hours ago and is much too lazy to go get it himself. He could actually feel himself start to sober up and thought that wasn't a good sign.
"Go and buy me a case of beer will ya?"
2D frowned and looked at the device resting on his fingers. He wasn't doing anything, just looking at pictures and writing himself notes. The bright screen seemed to lure him in, giving he was easily distracted. He sighed and flipped the cell off.
"I dun' 'ave any money!" he called back.
The bassist groaned, then answered in a high, annoyed tone. "Then come over here and I'll give you some!" he mumbled something to himself about 2D bring an idiot and why can't he just think for a bloody second and so on.
The singer sighed as he wriggled out of the mess of blankets he had gotten himself into, shoving his phone into his pocket in the process.
"A'right, a'right."
He literally managed to fall off his bed as he scrambled around, looking for his shirt. He hadn't worn one just for the sake of not wearing one, and he didn't think he'd be going anywhere today. Picking himself off the floor, he mumbled to himself as he continued his search for the shirt he wore a few hours ago.
Giving up, he grabbed a shirt from his dresser and popped it over his head, shaking his head a bit to get rid of the feeling it left on his hair. He made for the door, opening it quickly and starting for Murdocs Winnie.
Once he was in the car park, murdoc was already sitting on the steps of his Winnie and puffing on a cig, impatiently waiting for 2D. 2D quickened his pace when murdoc yelled at him with annoyance in his voice.
"You coming or what 2D?"
"a-I'm comin'!" His walked turned into a light jog to get there before the bassist lost his temper. He huffed a bit and stopped in front of him, putting his hands on his knees so he could rest.
Murdoc leaned to one side and shuffled through one of his pockets, pulling out a crumpled twenty dollar bill he grunted as he sat normally again. 2D reached and took it, only managing to grasp a corner before Murdocs other hand snatched at his wrist quickly, making him screech.
Murdoc pulled the boy closer, staring intently at his dark eyes. 2D squinted his eyes to prepare for some kind of impact.
"Go straight to the store and straight back. Don't waste any of me money on candy or some junk, got it?"
He hastily nodded, a frightened look on his face. "G-got it!"
His wrist was set free, murdoc leaned back on the wall of his Winebago and glared at him, almost trying to read his mind If he was going to stop for a snack or not.
"I promise, no candy this time. A'right?" He rubbed his now reddened wrist with his opposite hand, then shoved the twenty into his front pocket.
Murdoc made a sound of approval and let the boy turn to head off.
2D ran through the door and down the long driveway, almost flooding with zombies. Sure he liked zombie films and all that but he didn't particularly want to be eaten by one. He tripped over his lanky ankle and toppled over, introducing his face to the concrete which he had done many times. He hissed at the pain and jutted himself upward quickly, then began to run down the long path again. The moans behind him were quite loud due to the populous of the undead behind him.
Grabbing a bar on the metal gates at the entrance, he spun around and quickly shut them. The zombies managed to reach 2D a mere millisecond too late, their torn up limbs reaching through attempted to grab the poor boy, and 2D just stared at them in almost confusion.
"Wot's it 'bout me yew apparently like?" He asked to the undead trying to snatch a limb or two. although he knew he most likely wouldnt get an answer, he shrugged and looked behind him before continuing.
"I'm all skin an' bones!" He waved his arms around them mockingly before sighing and letting the limbs go limp at his sides.
He grunted and turned, heading to the part of town people weren't afraid to go to.
It almost seemed like there was a wall between Kong and the rest of town, it was dark and creepy at the studio but the rest was all bright and sunshiny and just peachy. 2D found it a bit odd.
He forgot to look both ways before he crossed the empty road, not a single vehicle.
He skipped across happily, jumping to miss the curb and making his way merrily down the sidewalk. A few of the passing kids would stare at him like he was a freak from another planet, and a couple older folk would just stop and stare. He just tried not to take any notice of them, although he did feel weird when people gave him weird looks. In fact, the boy was very self-conscious about his looks and appearance. He tried to look the other way when he passed someone, but his hair was a big thing that people liked to laugh at too.
2D sped up his pace to get to the alcohol store sooner when a couple looked like they were about to say something to him.
Smiling as he came up to the door of the shop, he pushed it open with a ringing of a bell accompanying his steps inside. The clerk was an older man, a large bald spot on the top of his head and white frizzy hair above his ears, 2D thought he looked like a crazy scientist. Except for the fact that he had a nice smile with a wrinkled face, a kind face if you'd ask 2D. The mans small glasses rested on the edge of his nose and he leaned his elbows on the counter.
"Hey there, how've you been Stuart?" He asked in a friendly tone.
2D smiled, this man was actually one of his neighbors back in Essex so he still knew him quite well even if he had changed a lot.
"I'm fine. 'Ow've yew been?"
The man chuckled and played with his thick white stache over his lip. "Oh, I'm am great boy, just great." He stopped laughing and kept his happy tone. "What are you looking for today?"
"Jus' a case fo' Mu'doc again." He strolled over to the counter in front of the old gentleman and put the money on the table.
"oh, him again is it?" He disappeared into a back room of the store and came back with his hands full, a normal case of Murdocs favorite alcoholic beverage. He grunted, then set them on the counter and took the twenty. Opening the register, 2D quickly took the case in his long arms and started to turn.
"Keep t'e change." He smiled back at him as the man cheerfully placed the twenty in a slot in the register.
"You need help with that, boy?"
"No no, I can 'andle this. Fank yew anyways." he used his foot to open the door enough to slip through, then started down the street, the man inside smiled and waved at him which 2D returned with a smile.
Murdoc would probably be mad about him giving the change to the old man but he was a friend so he thought it would be ok.
He repositioned the box in his hands and started walking again, as a few cars past on the road beside him. He thought it was strange, since there was no one driving only a few minutes ago.
Once Kong was in sight, he went to cross, this time checking. There was a gap in the small line of cars, he figured he could get through and if needed they would obviously see him. He was hard to miss.
Murdoc was getting impatient. He tapped his finger on his knee in a steady pace, then quickened. He sighed loudly and sat up. "Stupid git, what's taking him so long? It's just across the bloody street!"
He jumped from the steps of his mobile home and it creaked from the sudden change in weight. Murdoc headed for the door, mumbling to himself the entire time. As he got to the exit, he leaned on the doorway and could look down to see the boy with a box in his hands just starting to go across the street.
The bassists eyes widened as a car that was speeding across the pavement refused to slow, heading straight for the innocent boy below. 2D didn't notice at all, he just continued to walk with a smile on his face.
"2D-!" Murdoc yelled but his voice was slow.
The cars bumper hit 2D straight in the side, his spine craning strangely to the side and smashing his head on the hood of the vehicle.
The car managed to stop, making blackies behind it and screeching loudly. 2Ds limp body flew across the pavement and his head skid on the dark concrete as he flew a few feet. He stopped, still conscious but unable to move. The beer had been spilled all over the street, some getting onto 2Ds clothes and glass shards everywhere. The pain was unbearable, a sting that pulsed through his entire body.
Murdoc ran down, smashing a few zombies on the way and jumping the fence to save time from having to open and close it.
He didn't even bother to avoid the glass, piercing the bottom of his Cuban boots.
" 'D!"
2Ds breath was shallow and heavy, his chest rising drastically. He tried to at least make a sound of acknowledgement but couldn't seem to get his vocal chords to cooperate.
Murdoc knelt down beside the boy, putting his hands on his shoulders and shaking lightly. He panicked, his singer was nearly unconscious, his eyes half lidded, blood dripping down his chin and nose and he seemed mostly unresponsive. Until murdoc tightened his fingers, although he was still in a rather loose grip.
2Ds breath hitched and his eyes closed tightly, shaking in Murdocs grasp. He managed to force one eye open and look up at murdoc, his face twisted in pain.
The bassist immediately let go of the scrawny boys arms, putting up his hands beside his head to show he didn't mean to hurt him this time.
"I hardly touched you..." he whispered more to himself than to 2D.
Looking at where his hands once were, black and blue bruises were quickly forming along his paper like skin. The car did make him tumble back and do a few cartwheels so it was understandable.
2D shook uncontrollably, trying to keep the tears that flowed out of his eyes from continuing.
Murdoc ran his finger along the boys marked up arms. Running over every scratch and bruise and mark. 2Ds breath was uneven and hurried, trying to tell his body to flick Murdocs hand away but it wouldn't respond.
Murdoc sighed, slipping one arm under 2Ds shoulders and the other hooked under his knees, he lifted the boy up. 2D immediately cringed, bruises now inhabiting most of his skin. Being too near unconsciousness to fight back, he limply hung in his arms, his loud breathing slowing down. murdoc noticed this and gave him a concerned look.
"you're going to be alright, ok 'D? You're gonna be alright."
The singer attempted to reply, only a small sound escaping his lips and his eyes slowly fluttering shut.
"P-please, mu'doc..." He was about to ask that murdoc leave him be since his touch was only making his pain worse, but he could tell by the look on his face that murdoc wouldn't listen. Eventually, he let his head fall back and blackness took over. Murdoc struggled to keep him balanced. He moved his arm so his elbow was cradling his neck, keeping it from dangling back.
Murdoc actually felt a pang of regret, if he hadn't sent 2D out he wouldn't of had to experience a car accident again. He quickened his pace, the unconscious boy in his arms needed a hospital, so he headed straight for the Winnebago.
Once inside, he set 2D on the messed up bed at the back carefully, trying not too hurt him anymore. He made sure the boy wasnt going to fall off or anything, he turned to go for the front.
The padded driver seat let him sink in nicely and he turned the key, igniting a rumble that didn't sound quite right from the engine. Ignoring it, murdoc slammed his foot to the gas, bursting out of kong and down the path of zombies.
He managed to get to the ward in a mere ten minutes, even though they lived twenty minutes away, but that's for people who drive speed limit.
He carried the boy in his arms and burst in through the doors, a few nurses gave him strange looks and the secretary gave him a bored expression, a brow raised.
"I need help!" Murdoc yelled and motioned to the boy in his arms, blood stuck to his skin and a sad expression on his unconscious face.