AN: Warnings: drug use, angst, and slowly progressing luuuve between 2 men.
pairing: Murdoc/2D
I don't own anything.
Chapter 2:
Time passed by for everything and everyone. Except 2D. In between short naps, writing songs, training his voice under Murdoc's watchful eyes and being cowering from the whale watching him, he really didn't do much. Sure he had a radio (which barely worked), paper to doodle on and even a few books to read (including Moby Dick), but his mind was just too stressed. Flashes of his night terrors assaulted him daily. In fact they only stopped when his captor was with him, spitting curses and being his usual self. That confused him to no end. Murdoc was the last person he should feel safe with. "…maybe I'm starting to get this fing…" he muttered to himself. "Bollocks, whot was it called again? Sto…Stockings syndrome?" He giggled. "Tha' can't be right…I can't imagine some'one bein scared of a pair of stockings… maybe If they saw Russel in them…" A shudder of disgust went down his spine. "Yeh..defen'ly traumatic…" 2D was snapped out of his musings by the sound of someone clearing their throat.
"Already talkin' to yerself, faceache? " Murdoc asked looking amused. He was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame. "Maybe I should take yar arse to the the loony bin. Looking crazy is one thing, talking to yerself…" 2D glared at the smirking bassist. "At least I'm not green…" He muttered, feeling satisfied as the smirk was replaced with a frown. "Now, now Stu-Pottie boy! I'm being nice to yah by paying you a visit. Most people would kill for a meet n greet with tha best assist in the universe. 2D only responded with a huff.
"You bettah appreciate this dullard." Murdoc growled, lighting up a cigarette. He glared at a few seagulls that flew by. "I'm rather generous to let you get a bit of fresh air." 2D didn't bother to answer him. He was determined to make the best of his time outside. Even if both Murdoc and the cyborg-Noodle were there to supervise him. Breathing in the scent of the ocean and molten plastic, he shook off his shoes and shirt. The sun, not being restricted by clouds, beat down on the beach and it's occupants. The sea entranced 2D, whispering waves urging him to come closer. And who was he to turn down a chance to cool down? He started running, but a yell and the sound of a gun getting cocked stopped him in his tracks. "WHERE DO YA THINK YA'RE GOIN?" 2D flinched and gave his captor a blank stare that made most people nervous. Unluckily for him, Murdoc wasn't most people. "Swimming… 'nless you fink I'll try to swim away, of course." That startled the bassist. He wasn't used to 2D talking back at him. This was dangerous. If he were to keep complete control over the younger boy, he must assert his dominance over him. That in mind, he stepped forwards and gripped Stuard's arm. "Ay, I'm bein nice to ya and this is how you thank me?" He tightened his grip with every word. " I should feed you're skinny arse to the wale." A smirk crept on his face when he felt a shudder wreck 2D's body. This was how it was supposed to be. Murdoc at the top of the food chain and the singer completely at the bottom, quivering under his feet. "…Just…just let me take a swim. I haffen't properly cleaned up since ya brought me 'ere." 2D whispered. At this, Murdoc scrunched his nose. He hadn't really noticed it till now, but his captive indeed smelt like grime, sweat and…old vomit? "Alright. But no tricks, aye?" he grumbled, pushing 2D away. Not wasting any time, 2D tore off his jeans and ran.
He didn't stop when he reached the shore. He kept going till the cold water engulfed him completely. A sigh made it's way past his lips. He gazed at the birds flying over, making a ruckus because he was disturbing the quiet with his splashing. He envied them. Being able to go anywhere. The idea was very tempting to 2D. Well, that and the fact they could shit all over Murdoc and his robot if they felt like it. He snickered at the thought and dove fully under. Finally he could relax a little. Holding his breath he played with a couple of seashells lying in the sand. He stashed the ones he found beautiful away in his boxers. After some time of seashell-hunting, he swam a bit. However, he did make sure Murdoc could still see him from his spot. No need for him to order the android to come look for him. The thing could be damn scary. He continued enjoying himself doing backflips and holding his breath under water, 'till he felt tired. When he returned to the shore something flew at him and hit him on his head .
"Took ya long enough!" Murdoc growled. 2D blinked at the towel he had given him. It felt fluffy and he had to restrain himself from rubbing his face in it. He shot a wary glance at his friend, but started drying himself off anyway. "Wot's that jiggling?" Murdoc asked, raising one of his eyebrows. 2D frowned and smiled when he realized the sound was coming from his soaked boxers . "I found som' shells. Really pretty ones in diff'rent colors. Wanna see 'em?" He asked, with the excited look on his face from a child wanting to show off his toys. The bassist froze for a second. A feral grin appeared on his face. 2D blinked and tried to scurry away, but Murdoc was faster. With one swift move, he yanked at 2D's boxers and looked down. "Aha! Pretty shells indeed!" he leered, as his singer blushed and jumped backwards clutching his underwear. "M-M-MUDOHC! WHA…" 2D stuttered wide-eyed. But Murdoc wasn't paying attention to him anymore. He was already heading towards his plastic house, obviously expecting 2D to follow. After a moment of hesitating and longingly looking at the sky, the singer slowly followed him.
"I've said it once, I've said it twice, I've said it a thousand fucking times…" The music blared through the speakers, filling up the room with vibrations and sounds. 2D was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He hadn't moved since Murdoc had brought him back here a few hours ago. He had left him alone with just some CD's, a radio and some food, though 2D hadn't touched it yet. The same song was playing over and over again but he didn't want to turn it off or change it. Even if his headache was getting worse because of the screaming. "That I'm ok, that I'm fine, that it's all just in my mind…"
*Is it? Is my mind just playing tricks on me?* He briefly closed his dull black eyes and wrapped his arms around his knees, like he always did when he was younger.
*They seem so real though…* Hopelessness flooded him. The room suddenly seemed to be so much smaller, amplifyingthe noise coming from the radio. He felt like suffocating. "One more nail in the coffin, one more foot in the grave. One more time I'm on my knees and I'm trying to walk away." But he couldn't. he couldn't walk away. The visions of his friends and him being dragged under water were fresh in his mind. He swore he could still feel those hands that caught him in his dreams. Scratching, tearing, gripping at every part of him they could reach.
"Every second, every minute, every hour, every day. It never ends,"
ButIt needed to.
"It never ends!"
He needed it to end.
AN: Hehe…I had this chapter lying around for ages, but forgot to upload it
I seriously need to stop reading so much fanfics and start writing on mine :s…
