Why Can't I Claim The Angel?
So I've put it off for ages but, after seeing that so many of you are dead keen for me to continue, guess what? I'm continuing! I had so many ideas in the past and then I forgot them and now I have retrieved most of them so I now have enough for the next part! Enjoy!
Already put a disclaimer at the beginning, I don't need to add another one.
Later that night, Murdoc sat on his bed flicking through his old Satanic books to try and discover what had just happened to his prisoner. He hadn't touched the things for ages, he'd been too busy being hunted down. Yet here he was, back at the stage when he first became a Satanist, looking through the books for relevant information.
He'd been through them all about three times but nothing stood out. It seemed hopeless, but he had to know what had happened to 2D and if he could gain the same power to get rid of The Boogieman. He gave up with them and began to pace around the room. He couldn't sleep, wouldn't sleep, until he knew. He forced his brain to process as much information as possible relating to the situation.
Murdoc thought about The Boogieman and any potential weaknesses he could have. He didn't take 2D away even though he was completely vulnerable. Why? What was it that caused him to leave the singer without taking his soul? Someone with a soul like 2D's would be something that any creature like Boogie could want to take. Yet he left it. Why, just why? Murdoc began to think of the impossible. Was Boogie a fan of 2D? No, that would mean that he would act fonder to Murdoc and, judging by the fact that he is always trying to kill him this was unlikely. Maybe he owed 2D something. What…..really? Demons never owed anything to anyone and even if they did then they'd never keep the promise. 'Oh!'…..Murdoc's thoughts had just entered the really weird. Did Boogie fancy 2D? He caught him stroking 2D's hair so there must be something. ….Ew! That wasn't right. The thought of it made him feel sick. Boogie couldn't fancy 2D, could he? Murdoc shook his head. He didn't want to think about it anymore.
He then thought of 2D and wondered why he could be the cause. From Murdoc's perspective he was just an annoying little twerp with a good voice. That was all he wanted from him…..wait…..his voice! It was the only thing that Murdoc really liked about him so what if Boogie thought the same? No, that wouldn't work. Probably the only time that he may have heard him sing was through the window on the Stylo video. Why else did the black clouds suddenly appear over them? He had obviously been listening. Why else? In others eyes he was nice, talented, and cute…..cute. Oh no. Yet another reason why Boogie could fancy him. As a side note, the kid was also glowing when the sun landed on him. That was one of the main reasons he had resorted to the books although he had drawn a blank so far.
Murdoc sat back on his bed and put his head in his hands. This was more worrying than he had first thought. In frustration he picked up the nearest book and threw it at the wall. They were so old that some of the pages fell out but he didn't care. They floated around the room before landing randomly around the floor.
One such page landed right in front of him and caught his eye. He looked down at it and picked it up. He hadn't seen that page before. He read it and looked at the large diagram at the top. His jaw dropped.
'S**t! …. so that's what he was looking for'.
2D made his way to the study and found Murdoc writing at his desk.
"Hi Murdoc," he said pleasantly.
Murdoc just nodded and grunted to let him know he was aware of his presence.
2D began to walk across the room. All of a sudden the floor felt a bit weird …. sort of loose and uneven. 2D stopped and looked down but shrieked when he saw what was happening right below his feet. Cracks were growing and spreading around him fast. Murdoc heard the cracking and finally looked up. His eyes widened at the surrounding hole that was forming around the singer. He leapt to his feet and walked quickly to where the cracks started, which was the safest point. The ground began to shake and a loud rumbling sound could be heard underneath them. 2D just looked at his friend in fear, unsure what to do. Murdoc's own eyes were also filled with fear (which was very unusual for him). The singer tried to take a step forward towards him but where his foot touched the floor, a tiny hole had formed. It wasn't big enough to do much damage but it soon would be, he could tell.
"Wha's going on Muds? Ah can' move."
Murdoc stretched out his arms.
"2D, there's no other way. You've got to jump before it's too late."
"W-Wha' d'ya mean?"
"Just jump 'D! I'll catch you, don't worry."
2D did as he was told. He took a few short breaths before leaping from his spot. He had jumped in time because the spot from where he was once standing had fallen apart leaving a large hole that stopped by Murdoc's feet. The singer fell short and Murdoc only had time to grab his hands to save him from falling down the hole. Despite his weight, holding onto 2D caused Murdoc to kneel on the floor to stop himself falling too. 2D's heart was thumping in his ears and he was hyperventilating again. He looked down to see where he would go, and in the deep depths of the earth he could just make out a sea of glowing lava.
Hell Fire! Literally!
He could hear terrifying voices from the bottom calling his name. He looked up to Murdoc with tears of fright in his eyes. The red smoke pouring from the hole added to the effect.
"Help meh! They're gonna ge' meh!" he cried.
"2D, you'll be fine," Murdoc tried to reassure "I've got you, just hold on."
The bassist tried to remain calm but his insides were telling a different story.
"Jus' pull meh up Muds, PLEASE!"
"I'm trying; you've got to help me though."
2D tried to pull himself up but he was too far down for Murdoc to easily pull him out or for 2D to pull himself up. He tried to swing up but instead lost his grip; luckily Murdoc caught him by one of his hands. If he let go, 2D was gone. The singer started to sob.
"M-Muds, I-I'm scared. Ah don' wanna go ta 'ell!"
Murdoc's jaw dropped slightly. He didn't know what to say. He secretly knew he couldn't hold on forever.
"It'll be ok 'D, just hold on ok?"
2D nodded smiling a little. A tugging feeling in Murdoc's hands caused his smile to be wiped clean away.
"Murdoc, 'm slipping!"
"No…..No you're not! Hold on!"
The sweat of fear they were producing wasn't helping and soon they were only holding onto each other by a finger. The weight of 2D on his finger hurt so much that he knew there was no hope for him. Soon enough Murdoc lost hold of his singer and didn't have time to catch him again.
2D fell screaming into the underworld. He saw the look of horror that Murdoc held on his face, his hands in his hair almost ready to tear it out. He was gutted, for a few seconds he could have been able to pull the boy out. Now he was gone.
2D spun so he was facing the lava that he would soon fall into. It seemed to take so long …. he felt as though it was almost moving away from him like in a bad dream where you fall for ages. The voices were louder now. He continued to scream and slammed his eyes shut expecting to burn any moment.
He finally collided with something but it was not the fiery ending that he had expected. He was now moving sideways …. still as fast, but sideways! He stopped screaming and slowly opened his eyes ….. in the dim orange light given off from the fires still below him he could just make out who was holding him.
"BOOGIE!"
He looked down with his glass eyes and familiar frightening appearance. He threw him in the air and 2D just floated motionless. The Boogieman shoved his hand inside 2D's chest and the singer screamed in pain, tears flowing down his cheeks as the captor slowly pulled a glowing blue object from deep within him. He felt weak as he realised what it was.
His soul.
The Boogieman placed his other hand under the singer's chin and tilted it to face him. 2D looked back at him with tired half-lidded eyes.
"You will be mine 2D"
2D finally passed out…and awoke in his bedroom. He shot up panting. He touched himself everywhere. He was still alive, in his body and, hopefully, still with his soul. He fell back onto his pillow and sighed. It was just a dream. Thank God, he knew Murdoc was never that nice to him. Also…..why would the gateway to Hell just suddenly open up on of the top floor of Plastic Beach? Oh dreams were strange, hopefully it meant nothing. With that he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Well that's just to start me off again so it's a bit short. Next chapter should hopefully explain a few more things. See you then.
