A/N: Alright, here's my first chapter. I'm thinking that this whole story is going to be 3rd person omniscient, which is new for me, but hopefully it will work! Thanks for all your support guys! IYD24
Chapter 1: Road Trip Gone Bad
Face checked the rear-view mirror as the convertible cruised down the road bordering 90 miles per hour, 'no one in sight in front or behind us… good' he thought. The sun was setting on them as Face looked to his right and smiled at the man singing along the radio beside him,
"Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news. I gotta bad case of lovin' you! No pill's gonna cure my ill, I gotta bad case of looovin' yooou!"
Murdock's cap almost flew off as he bounced his head to the rhythm in such an outrageous fashion that Face couldn't help but laugh.
They had been driving for a while, after getting Murdock out of the VA they took the long way home to enjoy some of the scenery. The hours rolled past at evening turned into night, until eventually they pulled up to a gas station in the middle of virtually nowhere. The two men walked inside to find a lone cashier standing behind the desk, reading some tabloid magazine and chewing gum. Murdock's eyes lit up as he ran through the store, grabbing various chips and candies. The cashier looked up, startled by the sudden entrance and watched as Face got a single can of Monster while Murdock bounced up, his arms full of food and drinks.
"Thank you so, so much Facey!" He said with a lopsided grin. Face nodded and looked back at the cashier, who eyed Murdock with a warily glance.
"Um, with that be all for you sir?" He asked nervously.
"Not unless you got any guns for sale muchacho. My amigo and I would greatly appreciate any spare rifle you got layin' around," Murdock answered with an evil twinkle in his eye.
"Murdock…" Face warned.
"Um… sir? Could you please wait outside?" The cashier asked as Murdock started to sing again, "Is he with you?" the cashier looked at Face. Face ran his hand through his head, slightly embarrassed,
"Yeah, Murdock… why don't you just go wait outside?" Face sighed, trying to keep calm. Murdock pouted a bit, but after grumbling something about a communist bloc he pushed through the doors and started to walk over by the car. He was just about to jump over the door when he heard a noise coming from behind him. Murdock froze; he couldn't imagine many people that would be traveling on the road at 3 am. He started to turn around when a man jumped out from behind the car, pointing a gun at him.
Murdock quickly dived at the man, trying to wrestle the gun from him when three more guys jumped out, one of them quickly taking a pipe to the back of Murdock's head. Murdock went limp as the four of them carried him to a very well-concealed black van behind the store. They tossed Murdock in the back and sped off just as Face walked outside, his arms full of junk food. Face looked around, not seeing anyone or anything but the red convertible.
"Murdock?" He called out. No response.
'Great, just what I need. Now let's play 'find Murdock at 3 in the morning.' He thought grumpily. After emptying the bags into the trunk of the car, he began to walk around, looking for the crazy pilot.
"Murdock? Come on man, we don't have time to screw around. We need to go!" He yelled. Again no response; Face was beginning to feel bad about sending Murdock outside; he had just wanted to get through one social interaction without people staring at him. It made him feel sad and pissed off at the same time, seeing the way people looked at Murdock. Whenever he started talking funny Face would always catching people giving him sideways glances, rolling their eyes, or the worst, just looking at him like he was an idiot. He just wanted to scream 'Hey! He's a smart, kind, genuine person! If you went through what he did you'd be ten times worse!' …Or just punch them in the face, he could never decide which. Nevertheless, he did feel bad; he didn't want Murdock to be hiding from him.
"Murdock?" He called as he started to go behind the store, "Murdock I'm sorry about what I said, I didn't mean to treat you like a kid. Let's just move past it, everyone fights, right? Come on, if we're not there by sunrise you know Hannibal's going to kill us!" he smirked at the last part; he and Murdock were always late. Still nothing, as he turned the corner something caught his eyes on the ground.
It was Murdock's hat, the green one with the eagle on the front. Face immediately started to panic; Murdock almost never took off his hat. He picked it up and turned it over, his eyes widening drastically. There was blood, a lot of blood on the back of it.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Where are you Murdock?' he thought as he ran back to the car clutching the hat so hard his knuckles started to turn white. Face could hear his heart beating loudly as he grabbed my cell phone out of the cup holder and dialed Hannibal as fast as he could.
Rrrring… rrrrring… rrrring…
'Come on, come on, come on!" Face thought impatiently.
"...Face? Where the hell are you? Do you have any idea what time it is?" he almost collapsed with relief as he heard the Colonel's rough voice over the phone.
"Hannibal, Murdock's missing. I sent him outside for a few minutes, and when I came out he was gone." All of the anger dropped from Hannibal's tone at once,
"Gone? What do you mean gone? Why the hell-?"
"Who's gone?" he could hear B.A.'s voice in the background, sounding annoyed and impatient. Hannibal started to say something back, but Face cut in,
"Look, there's no time to explain right now," he said frantically, "meet me at a gas station a couple miles south of our hideout. I'll be there in the convertible."
"Alright, I'll see you then,"
"Hurry," he urged at Hannibal hung up the phone. Face slid down into the driver's seat of the car, clutching Murdock's hat, praying to God that where ever Murdock was, he was safe.