Across the Universe

Chapter 2

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!!!! FUUUUCCCCCKKKK!!!!" His cries rang out. He couldn't see the sun anymore, just thick black smoke and flames. He was on the ground, completely tossed out of the car in the accident. He was panting heavily as he struggled to get his eyes to focus, rolling around on the ground and grabbing his stomach. He was bleeding through his gray shirt.

Fuck...Russel!...Noodle!...D! Where the fuck are you!? He thought as he sat up on the asphalt, blinking his eyes hard. There was so much smoke and it burned to open his eyes, but he didn't care. He had to find them.

"Russ...Russel...RUSSEL!" He first whispered and then grew into a shout as he jumped up, out of body and mind, forgetting the pain. He ran over to his giant lump of a body. He was stuck inside of the car, pinned as the car had flipped. Noodle was beside him, neither of them had open eyes.

"RUSSEL! NOODLE!!!! FUCK!!!! COME ON!!!! TALK TO ME!!!!" He cried as he touched the top of Noodle's head. They were both stuck in their seat belts, hanging down limply. Russel's head was touching the asphalt.

"Russel, Russ..." he whispered frantically as he reached out to touch his head, mortified as he realized his skull had been cracked. It was bleeding everywhere, a tiny red waterfall spilling onto the ground. He shakily moved his hand down to the ghostly-drummer's wrist to feel for a pulse. Nothing.

"Fuck," he whispered as he felt tears nagging at the back of his burning eyes. He was shaking uncontrollably as he quickly turned his attention to Noodle, going straight to her wrist for a pulse. Her head wasn't cracked, but her seat belt was literally digging into her stomach, blood also flowing. He felt his body start to go into shock as he realized she, too, did not have a pulse. They were both dead.

"Noodle, come on, baby girl, wake up," he whined as he brushed her hair out of her face. She wasn't dead; not his little girl; there was just no way, she had so much life ahead of her.

"Come on, wake up," he whispered touching his lips to her hair, kissing softly, as though it would heal her and she would just wake up and want to play tag or something.

Suddenly, he felt a pang in his chest. D! Where the fuck was D!? He wasn't in the car. He turned his head quickly to see his body lying just a few feet away.

"D! 2D!" He shouted as he quickly crawled over to him on his hands and knees.

"D!!! Hey! Wake up you fuckin' Twat! HEY!" He shouted, grabbing the singer's shoulders, desperately hoping that at least one of them had survived. He felt an almost undetectable amount of relief surge over him as the singer started coughing and opened his eyes. He looked so out of it.

"M...Murdoc...? Wot...wot happened? Where are we?" he asked, frightened and confused. He had no recollection of what had just taken place.

"We were in an accident D. Yer okay though, okay? You hang on..."

The sirens of an ambulance suddenly waled in their ears. They couldn't hear anything else for a brief moment before they silenced. EMT's rushed out, going first to the two who were so obviously alive.

"Here, here, I'm ok, take him first, take him..." Murdoc urged as he grabbed a male EMT's jacket and pulled him towards the singer.

"Ok, sir, just hang tight."

Murdoc quietly watched as the man asked 2D a few questions, presumably making sure he was able to be lifted. As he was questioning him, another female EMT came over with a little gurney for them to lift him on. They quickly and efficiently loaded the dazed singer onto it. He smiled softly at Murdoc, touching his hand lightly before they took him away, breaking their brief touch. He didn't want to let them take him.

"Ok sir, are you ok to walk?" the man asked, turning his attention to Murdoc.

"Ye, ye. Where should I go?"

"Here, this way," he replied helping the Satanist up, guiding him into the same ambulance 2D was in; what a relief. He sat down on a small chair right beside the singer's head. The EMT made sure he was ok quickly before hurrying off to help any other survivors at the scene.

"Where is Russel and Noodle?" D asked softly, looking frightened at his old friend. He was silent.

"Murdoc...where are they?" he asked again, his voice getting higher pitched, trying to tell himself that the obvious simply wasn't true.

"They're gone," he stated quietly, looking down at the zombie-boy's bloody, bruised face. He watched as his face changed from panic, to shock, to anguish. Tears began to rush down his face as he closed his eyes and let out a sickening moan.

"No...no...no..." he sobbed as he put his hands to his head, as though he could shut it out. Murdoc sat quietly, struggling to hold in his own tears, he couldn't bear to look at his friend. The pain on his face was all too reminding of his own. He averted his eyes and breathed in sharply, his eyes watering up a bit. He only allowed a tear or two to fall before violently wiping it away. He couldn't cry. He had to be strong for D right now. Suddenly, he felt the singer's hand grabbing at his shirt. He looked back down at him to see his tear stained face, begging him to fix it without any words.

"I'm sorry, D," he responded, unsure of what he should say.

"Wot're we suppos' ta do now!?" he sobbed, barely understandable through his wales. Murdoc stared at him for a moment before he wrapped his arms around the singer's head and shoulder, leaning his face onto his. It was all he could think to do. He didn't have the right words; there were no right words. So he simply held onto him, trying to shield him from the brutal reality they were suddenly thrown into. D put his right hand on the back of the bassist head, rubbing his head tenderly as he cried into the bassist's cheek.

He broke, he couldn't hold it in anymore. The Satanist felt the tears start to flow freely as his shoulders shook violently. They cried this way as the ambulance door shut, EMT's in with them. They cried on their way to the hospital until they were separated and rushed in. It was a blur, and in all of the madness, Murdoc had forgotten to check on himself. The pain in his stomach grew as the blood pool on his shirt did the same. He watched the ceiling as the doctor's rushed him in, the darkness growing more and more until there was nothing.