Chapter 2: Dirty Glare

"Ready, Russel-san?" Noodles asked with a bow of her head. She then lowered her body and went into a defensive position, jutting her lanky arms out in front of her. Russel bowed at her in return and tried to ready himself in preparation for attack.

"Oi, get your fat arse moving, I don't wont' to stay stuck next to this flop all day!" Murdoc shouted, thrashing his controller to and fro. 2D scooted away from the flailing Murdoc, clenching his controller tightly within his hands in fear that Murdoc might suddenly take it away from him.

Although 2D felt a bit uncomfortable being around Murdoc after that menacing stare in the kitchen the other day, he had no choice but to bear it out and pretend that nothing had ever happened. 2D let a fake toothless smile scrawl it's way upon his lips. Well, he was just going to have to suck it up and pray that all will go well in the end.

Noodle and Russel were facing off in yet another Game of Death. Russel had been preparing for about two weeks, training the upper part of his body to be able to withstand any form of physical attack from Noodle. Of course, all of the band mates, including Russel himself, knew that he was of no match to Noodle, what with her swift ninja moves and powerful hand jabs to the skull. So what if Russel was like ten times her size-- Noodle was a powerful little bugger.

"Okay!" Noodle called out, crouching down even lower. "Shaun, it's your cue!" Immediately, although muffled, Shaun began his lyrical countdown from Noodle's room.

"It's coming up, it's coming up, it's coming up…" he trailed on. "It's there!"

A large crash reverberated off the walls and a rather huge aftershock followed after. 2D stared on in awe as Noodle daintily sat herself upon Russels's stomach. Russel was currently sprawled about the ground, pink tongue dangling out from his mouth like a dead worm. Noodle had a triumphant look on her face, her slanted eyes glittering with merriment.

"I win!" she yelled out, flailing her arms through the air. 2D smiled at this, for it meant that he had won as well. It was a good thing that he had wagered for Noodle before Murdoc got to her.

"Oi, oi, oi!" Murdoc suddenly yelled, smashing his controller to the ground. He turned to 2D with a malicious glare in his eyes. "'ey, you cheated you lil' arse face!" Murdoc pointed an accusing finger directly in front of 2D's face. 2D let out a whimper and backed away from the fuming bassist. This wasn't going to end well.

"You cheated me!" Murdoc continued, his voice getting louder.

"No, no, no!" 2D defended himself, putting a hand out in front of him. "Honest, I didn't!"

"Yes you did, or you wouldn't 'ave won!"

2D trembled as he slowly scooted himself away from Murdoc. It seemed as if Murdoc had suddenly gotten closer to him, his sadistic form towering over the poor singer like a gothic cathedral. 2D couldn't help but look the other away, his cowardly shadow washing over him like a defeated wave. He didn't want to get beaten by Murdoc again or else he'd be sore for a month!

Fortunately, Noodle took it as her time to butt in and prevent that from happening. "Murdoc-san, we will have a re-match tomorrow!" The petite girl then turned around to help Russel up.

Murdoc sneered as soon as Noodle turned her back to him. He then looked back at 2D, who was still cowering in fear at the far end of the couch. He couldn't understand how someone could be such a pathetic little coward, but of course, he wasn't complaining. If 2D had been anything other than cowardly, then Murdoc wouldn't be able to strike any fear in the singer with his constant threats and physical beatings. Nope, Murdoc was certainly not complaining.

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2D was tired. His muscles ached and his mass of straggly blue hair was matted to the back of his sweaty neck. He had been digging down at the base of Kong Studios (again) for about three hours now. Of course, he didn't know exactly what he was digging for, but this didn't seem to stump our weary vocalist. Nevertheless, he continued on, shoving the metal tip of his shovel into the clumpy earth and withdrawing a mound of dirt (which he then discarded to the side).

"'ey!"

2D immediately dropped his shovel, panic starting to take over his senses. He wished desperately that the voice belonged to someone else, anyone else. 2D slowly turned around and stiffened.

"You fucking nob!" Murdoc growled while brushing off a few clumps of dirt that 2D had accidentally thrown on him. 2D could tell by the look on the sadist's face that he was not at all in the very best of moods. 2D bit his lip and stared across at Murdoc with an expression of nervousness on his face.

"I'm sorry Murdoc! I didn't mean it, honest!" 2D rambled on quickly, his words barely audible. "I didn't know you were standin' there, I didn't do it on purpose! Um, 'ow long 'ave you been standing there anyway?"

Oddly, Murdoc didn't respond to 2D's question-- he didn't even throw a saucy comment! However, he was doing something much more staggering than that.

2D stiffened, the hairs on his neck standing on end. Murdoc was staring at him again, just like he had done that day back in the kitchens. This was starting to confuse and muddle our singer's thoughts, for he truly did not understand why Murdoc went to such great lengths to glare at him like that. Murdoc staring instead of threatening, truly appalling!

2D could see it in Murdoc's two different colored eyes, an ensnaring glare, a malice coated stare-- 2D could feel it, oh could he feel it.

"Um, I 'fink I'm gonna' go now…" 2D mumbled, letting his shovel fall to the ground with a dull thud. He walked past Murdoc, shivering as he did so, and started the hike up the hill.

As his shoes crunched against random soda cans and smashed through abandoned trash bags, 2D could still feel Murdoc's penetrating glare-- it felt like needles.

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