Weeks passed after Stu's miraculous survival but there were no changes in his behavior. All the doctors called in to oversee him said the same thing. Stuart was a vegetable. He was trapped in his own head and he probably would never come out again. I cried for many nights thinking of all the times we had spent together and imagining the times we could have spent together.

Murdoc was sent to court and found guilty. He was sentenced to 30,000 hours of community service and, as a second part of his punishment, had to take care of Stu. This seemed a bit unnecessary to me. He had almost killed Stuart. Why would you give him the chance to finish him off? Despite the fact that I couldn't discuss music with him, I found myself hanging out more and more with Murdoc so I could keep an eye on Stuart.

"Murdoc, slow down!" I screamed one day as we turned a corner flying.

"Sweetheart, do you see the people out there? I've got to make them proud. I've got to make them love me." He said an adventurous glint in his eyes.

"Right, love you. I can totally understand where you're coming from." I said, rolling my eyes.

He sneered at me before completely spacing out. For a moment I thought maybe he had had an aneurism. This would be kind of a mixed blessing considering we were still flying at about 100mph and if he died so would me and Stu. When I turned to see what he was seeing, however, I realized what was happening.

Somehow Murdoc was impressing the crowd of people, a group of them were cheering for him and a girl had even pulled up her top to reveal two identical breasts. Murdoc's jaw went slack.

"Sweet Satan." He whispered, practically drooling.

I rolled my eyes and turned back to the road. There was something ahead I didn't recognize. It looked like a small pole but that couldn't be. We were still on the road, right? I realized what it was just a second before we smashed into it.

"Murdoc look out-!" I yelled before the car hit a post and halted violently to a stop.

Something long and skinny crashed through the windshield. Everything was moving so fast my mind couldn't even compute what it was. I was still doing a checklist of my body to see if I had any missing or broken limbs. When I looked up I saw a pile of clothes outside of the car maybe half a mile away.

"What is that?" I asked, looking at Murdoc who had said nothing the entire time.

"That would be your friend." He said, not looking at me. He was staring at the bundle of clothes outside of the car. He looked shocked yet a bit amused.

"That's my what?" I replied, completely confused.

"You're friend. Spew or whatever his name is."

"Stu?" I asked incredulously, "No he's in the back—oh my God."

I unhooked my seatbelt and rushed toward Stu who was still lying, face down, in the gravel.

He had survived being hit by a car before, which was a miracle so how could he ever live through flying through a windshield and skidding on his face for almost half a mile. I approached his body cautiously. I didn't want to see any gore. I might lose it if I did.

There was plenty of blood around. That was something that couldn't be avoided. He had skidded on his face after all. But other than that, Stuart looked like he had just fallen and was collecting himself before he got up again.

"Stu?" I asked cautiously.

The body on the ground stirred. I gasped and stumbled backwards falling back on my butt. The body of Stuart was rising. He stumbled a little, probably still disoriented from the blood loss. Half of his face looked like it had gone through a meat grinder but it wasn't the worst damage. His eyes were gone. I frantically searched for any pieces of his body, namely his second eye, but there wasn't anything there. It had just vanished inside of his head.

"Stuart?" I asked again.

He turned toward me, almost as if he was looking at me. But he couldn't see me. He had no eyes.

"Elle?" He said.

"You're awake?" I whispered.

He looked confused. "Yeah, I was awake the whole time, wasn't I?"

I smiled at him, tears collecting in the corners of my eyes.

"Stuart I thought you were dead!" I said pushing myself off of the ground and throwing myself at him. He hissed a little as I brushed his face but otherwise he accepted the hug gladly.

"Holy shit, you're alive." I heard a voice say. Stuart and I pulled away from each other to look back in the direction of the voice.

It was Murdoc of course. He was walking slowly toward us, judging our reaction of his advances. I noticed he was limping a little bit from what I expected was from the car wreck, which was still smoking in the background. As he stepped closer to Stuart he noticed the black holes that were once Stu's eyes. The blood drained from his green face and he looked to me as if he was getting my opinion.

"Mate, what happened to your eyes?" Murdoc spluttered.

Stuart shrugged.

"Can you still see?"

Stu nodded. I turned to him, surprised. "Really?"

He nodded again.

I turned back to Murdoc. "We've got to get him to a hospital."

Murdoc glared at me and then shook his head violently. "No. No hospitals, no medical help, no nothing."

My jaw dropped. "If you think we're just going to leave him like this-!" I started angrily.

He held up a hand. "We'll go back to my Winnebago. I'll fix him up there."

"But his eyes-" I started again. Murdoc looked a little distraught.

"Luv' I don't think they're gonna come back."

As expected Murdoc's Winnebago was disgusting. There were discarded bits of food and empty beer cans everywhere. I saw every kind of clothing, including a lacy G-string hanging off of the doorknob to what I assumed was his bed, thrown on the couch, floor, even hanging off of the rearview mirror. I didn't want to think about what kind of substances there could be on the couch or floor.

Murdoc took a deep breath. "Home, sweet home."

I grimaced. "Is this healthy?"

Murdoc turned back to glare at me. Obviously you don't mess with the Winnebago. I turned back to make a snide comment at Stuart only to realize that he had meandered his way to the keyboard that was propped up against the sink. I was about to tell him not to touch it (you never know where that thing had been and with Murdoc that rule was doubly enforced) but before any words could leave my mouth Stuart began playing the piano like he had years of experience under his belt.

Murdoc's eyes went wide. He looked at me. "You never told me he could play the piano."

I shook my head, my eyes equally as wide. "I never knew."

As Stuart finished up his song, something I strongly suspected was something he came up with on the spot he looked up at us, smiling. I politely applauded at his performance. Murdoc just stood there and stared at him. I could see the wheels turning in his head. He had a plan with this new improvement of Stu.

"Brilliant." I heard him whisper and then he turned and went into his bedroom.

Stuart and I stared at each other for a moment before he turned awkwardly back to the keyboard. He plunked a few keys half-heartedly but he didn't perform again.

"So, it's great to have you back again." I whispered to him.

He looked up at me. The black abysses of his eyes were unsettling yet almost calming.

"Yeah?" he asked, plunking another couple of keys.

I nodded. There was a moment of silence. I could hear Murdoc rummaging through his bedroom looking for something. Stuart played the first few measures of his song and hummed. I rocked back on my heels waiting for something to happen.

"What happened?" He asked, suddenly looking up.

"What do you mean?"

"What happened to me?"

I looked up to the ceiling, trying to come up with an answer.

"Murdoc drove his car into the record store and pinned you between his car and the cash register. I'm assuming that's when you're first eye went. Then, just now, Murdoc was driving way too fast, got distracted, and hit a pole and you flew out of the car and skidded on your face. I'm pretty sure that's when you're second eye went."

He nodded. "'K."

Murdoc came back with a guitar in hand. "Can you play this?" He asked holding it out at Stu.

He grabbed it and stared at it. For a moment he looked like he was just searching his brains for any instructions on how to play it but nothing came. He shrugged.

"Nuttin'."

Murdoc's shoulders sagged but he instantly sprang up again. "That's ok face-ache. You can just play piano. Can ya sing?"

Stu looked at me for a moment as if I knew the answer. I shrugged at him. He turned back to Murdoc and mirrored my movements.

"Well, sing somethin'!" Murdoc exclaimed shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

Stuart took a deep breath and started singing the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm a little tea pot short and stout. Here is my handle and here is my spout. When I get all steamed up hear me shout-."

"Ok ok, Faceache, you can sing." Murdoc rolled his eyes again. "Sweet Satan he's two brain cells away from a vegetable."

Stu turned to me with a giant smile curved on his face. "My mum used to sing that to me. Teapot like Stuart Pot. Get it?"

I laughed.

"Yeah Stu, I get it. It's cute."

Murdoc scoffed. "Really, those two dents in your head have made you more brain dead than usual."

He turned to open the door to let us out of his Winnebago but then he stopped.

"Two dents? 2D? Looks like you've got yourself a stage name face ache."


Sorry its been awhile guys. I've kind of had a really bad writers block. But don't worry. More is on the way.

Next up: Russel.

At least I think so. Probably.