No.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

This couldn't be it.

"Bu' Mu'doc-!"

"Aht, shuddit dulla'd." The bassist raised a hand to silence him, smirking darkly.

This was so wrong.

"Pwease, Muds-"

"Didn' ah say shuddup?"

He couldn't be doing this.

"No, yew can'-"

"Shud-up!" The older man growled, what had been a rather sinister look now far more irratated.

2D couldn't handle it.

"Listen ta me!"

"Am ah goin' ta 'ave ta beat yew t'day o' all days?" Murdoc hissed directly in front of his face, holding the singer by the red bandana around his throat.

It could not happen this way.

"No, jus' pwease stop 'n listen ta me!" 2D begged, tears in his eyes.

"Yewr not goin' ta stop me yew lil sod!" Murdoc barked in return, glaring deeply into the onyx eyes as he felt the singer attempt to draw back.

Murdoc wasn't really this twisted, was he?

"Bu' i's mah bi'fday an' ah wont-"

"'is," Murdoc finished for him.

He couldn't do this.

"Tha's jus' eet, ah d-"

"Yew do, ah know." Murdoc finished in a rather angry, matter-of-fact way.

Not today, of all days.

"Now git down the'e 'n stop complainin'!" The bassist ordered sharply; smirking again as the singer did as told with a betrayed look on his eyes.

Murdoc had been gloating since January that he knew exactly what to do for the singer's birthday, but this? This was far more twisted- far more painful then 2D had been able to think up in his nightmares. Not even the whale could hold a candle to this..

The bassist let out a gritty chuckle as the singer sadly took his place, a few tears trailing down his cheeks. Murdoc payed them no mind, knowing how emotional the singer was. This was, after all, something he'd been begging for from the start. 2D knew this, but now.. now that it was happening he realized just how happily he could of lived on without it.

Quite a bit happier, at that.

"M-Mu'doc.. pwease.. pwease reconside'.." The boy perched on the floor whimpered, his tears falling faster as he saw that the bassist wasn't going to give in.

"No," he replied simply.

This was what he wanted.

This was what they both wanted.

What bull.

"B-b-but all 'ose t-times ah said it.. ah n-neva' meant it, wreally! Pwease, jus' l-lemme go back ta mah woom!" He pleaded for the saftey of his prison with such heart-wrenching desperation that Murdoc almost hesitated.

Almost.

"Sa wot? Yew expec' me ta stop now?" Murdoc growled impatiently, leaning towards the thin man threateningly.

"Yes!" 2D cried, his elbows slipping out from under him and forcing him flat on his back. Murdoc laughed cruelly down at him, not paying the singer's wishes any mind.

This was his birthday.

This was his wish.

He was going to get it whether he wanted it or not.

Murdoc let out a final hiss, climbing out of his captain's seat and towering over the younger man. He jerked him up by the front of his shirt; shoving him roughly towards the small ladder that lead to the submarine's hatch.

"Mu'doc, pwease, dun' do 'is!" He sobbed, trying to move towards the bassist and only having his thin body slammed back into the ladder.

"Git!" Murdoc barked and the singer found no choice but to clamber up the ladder. The latch slammed shut behind him and the sub was quick to disappear from view as the heart-shattered boy turned around with a sick glare at the place he'd been abandoned. The city the port was connected to towered over him and the singer was nearly sick. He spoke one word, and one word only as he tried to stop from wretching at the mere thought of it.

"Home.."

Happy 33rd D! we all love you! just a spur-of-the-moment-written-in-15-minutes oneshot i whipped up and got done in time to celebrate his b-day at midnight! woot woot!

and for the record Murdoc feels terrible about this and i will write the second half for Murdoc's birthday :3