Why Can't I Claim The Angel? (Part 3)

Hey guys. Before I start I want to make something clear. This is NOT a Murdoc/2D fanfic! If it was I would have warned you at the beginning. If anyone else is a bit unsure about this, don't worry. Stick with it, it gets better. Right, that's my little rant over; let's see what happens next shall we?

The lift doors opened and Cyborg Noodle stepped into 2D's small, messy room. She spotted a large lump underneath the bed covers and assumed the vocalist she had been sent to collect was underneath. She marched to the bed and stared down at the lump.

"Faceache," she said coldly.

No answer. Cyborg never really called him by his proper name. She commonly addressed him by the name she was first given by her master which was "that's just Faceache. Try not to kill him ok?" This name was then stored in her memory banks unless Murdoc manually changed it. Of course he couldn't be bothered so 2D was just stuck with 'Faceache' for the foreseeable future.

"Faceache. You will respond to me now."

She heard a groaning noise from the covers and a tired looking pair of eye-holes peeked out from a little hole made in the covers.

"Wha' d'ya wan' Cyborg?" he asked glumly.

"Master had required your presence at breakfast this morning. You will change and follow me to the eating area."

This meant the kitchen. 2D sat up and rolled out of bed. He then realised he was only in his underwear and there was a girl staring at him. He looked up and waved his hand towards the unfazed robot as if he was telling a dog to go away.

"Ah kno' where the kitchen is. You go ahead, ah'll catch ya up."

"I am told to escort you to the eating area, I will take no chances. If you escape I would be held responsible."

2D shrugged. "Alright, if ya sure."

He began scanning the floor for a pair of jeans, ignoring the robot completely. She tilted her head and examined his bare back. It wasn't the first time she'd seen someone in just their pants. Murdoc was her master after all! 2D finally straightened up to pull on the jeans that he found. Cyborg thought she saw something on his back and zoomed her vision in for a better look. At around +500 she saw some strange looking marks. Not scratches from fights with Murdoc, they almost looked like tattoos of weird symbols. She needed this evidence to examine for herself and maybe for her master to look at as well. She snapped her eyes open and shut a few times to capture some images. Unfortunately this process made quite a loud sound like a camera snapping which made the singer turn around as soon as his trousers were on.

"You taking pictures o' meh?"

She did not respond.

"You bet'ah no' be sellin' 'em on eBay or I'll kill ya."

He put his t-shirt on and Cyborg led him into the lift and pressed the button on the lift.

They made their way to the kitchen where Murdoc sat at the table with a rum glass in his trembling hand breathing heavily. He was looking down at the table paying no attention to the singer and the Cyborg. His wide alert eyes had bags underneath as he hadn't slept well the whole night and he looked so 'on the edge' that 2D thought he might jump up and randomly kill something or someone at any time.

The Cyborg stood in the corner while 2D wandered over to the fridge, tossing Murdoc uneasy looks in case this was planned and he would end up dead on the floor any moment.

"M-Mornin' Muds."

He didn't look up. All that moved was his hand with the rum glass in. The contents of the glass were splashing over the side uncontrollably and the ice clattered against the glass. 2D just assumed he hadn't any cigarettes yet and opened the fridge door. He rummaged through the gross and unspeakable contents for something decent that wasn't alcohol. The smell from inside was putrifyingly bad but he had gotten used to it over time. His fingers finally fell upon a bunch of bananas that looked slightly edible; he snapped one of the bananas off and closed the door. He tried to make conversation with the bassist while he peeled his banana so the situation didn't feel so awkward.

"Y-Yeh kno', ah 'ad a weird dream las' nigh'. Ah wen' ta see ya an' the ground caved in. Ya managed ta get 'old o' meh bu' no' fer long. Ah fell down dis….dis….'ell'ole an' Boogie got meh an' nicked me soul. It's weird 'cause….ya kno'….tha' were nearly what 'appened yesterday weren't it?"

The rum glass finally broke in Murdoc's tightly clenched hand making 2D jump and drop his breakfast. His hand was still shaking violently but his breathing quickened. He slowly turned his head towards the vocalist, his tired blood-shot eyes glaring at him. 2D closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. He knew it wouldn't be long before Murdoc killed him. However Murdoc took a deep breath and sighed.

"I….had the same dream," he said very matter-of-factly.

The singer opened his eyes "….Wha'?"

"I had the same dream 'D."

2D laughed nervously "N-No ya didn'. Ya can't 'av."

"2D, I did. You were frightened and tried to convince you you were gonna be ok….didn't I?"

2D didn't know what to say. How the hell did he know that? He tried to convince his captor that he was making this up.

"Ah would be frightened though. Ah can't jus' dive straight into the pits of 'ell wiff an open mind like you do can ah? Maybe ya jus' knackered, you look REALLY knackered."

He said the last bit with a small nervous laugh to try and lighten the mood. It didn't work. Murdoc stood up so quickly he knocked his chair over. 'Now I'm for it!' 2D thought to himself.

"I've been up all bloody night because I was trying to work out what the bloody hell happened to you on the bloody beach yesterday, THAT'S why!" he snarled.

2D backed into the corner and shrank down cowering with his arms over his head. Murdoc rolled his eyes and looked at the robot who was staring blankly back at him.

"Cyborg, go to my room. There's an old brown book on my pillow, bring it to me."

"Yes master."

She bowed to him before disappearing in the lift.

"Where's she goin'?"

"To get a book. After looking through my collection of satanic books about 7 million times each last night I did find something. But, I don't think you'll like it much."

"Why? Wha' is it?" He was eager and nervous to actually learn what the Satanist had discovered.

"Master?"

They turned to see Cyborg standing next to Murdoc with the book in her hand.

"Bloody hell, that was quick!" exclaimed Murdoc taking the book from her hands. She saluted to him before returning to her corner to watch the scene unravel.

Murdoc pulled his chair back up and sat down beckoning his prisoner over. 2D got up and slowly edged forward inch by inch, now really not wanting to know what Murdoc had to say. If it's from a satanic book then it is never going to end well. He slowly pulled up a chair while Murdoc flicked through the book. He finally pulled out a loose piece of paper grinning.

"Got it. You ready to learn my boy?"

"No."

"Well tough, you're learning anyway."

He thrust the paper in front of 2D who placed it on the table so they could both see. The singer's face went pale.

"No…..No….." he mumbled. "Th-Tha' can't be right."

The diagram was of a man with his arms and legs stretched out like the figure once drawn by Leonardo Da Vinci. He had different tags and labels strapped to him with different meanings of what certain parts of the body did. 2D's gaze was immediately drawn to one particular element of the drawing…..

Angel wings.

"M-Muds…'m no' an angel. 'm jus' no', LOOK A' MEH!"

He jerked up and motioned at himself.

"No thanks, I'd rather not."

"MURDOC! PLEASE! Ah-Ah don' wanna believe dis!"

"Tough, believe it. You think I'm going to go to a doctor to see if you're actually ill?"

2D folded his arms and turned his head away like a child having a tantrum.

"What actual proof d'ya 'av?"

"You were glowing in the sunlight for Christ's sake!"

He shrugged. "No ah weren't."

"The sun went in. I saw you glowing with my own two eyes! Hang on…..the dream!"

2D scoffed. "Wha' 'bout it?"

"We had the same dream. When angels are in trouble their dreams are sent to others subconsciously for help, like an S.O.S. It says right here. You can't deny that happened Faceache."

No one said anything for a long time while 2D processed this new information. He looked back at the bassist and looked a lot calmer than he did.

"People 'av dreams wiff others in. Are they all angels then?"

"It's unlikely but sometimes true. I'm still not totally convinced you are one though. If you were you'd end up being some preacher or something. You have done a lot of s**t bad stuff in your lifetime."

"Well, there you go, 'm not an angel. Now Muds, ah gotta go…."

2D was about to walk away when Murdoc shouted after him.

"Don't walk away from me Dent Head!"

He froze. He'd learnt a long time ago not to ignore the bassist….well….unless he was feeling suicidal. Murdoc clicked his fingers.

"I know how we can find out. It's a bit extreme but you'll have to go with it."

He went to the lift and pressed the button. Cyborg marched to stand next to him. When the doors opened he looked back at the singer who hadn't moved at all. Murdoc rolled his eyes at the idiot he had been, he felt, eternally sentenced to.

"You can move now Faceache!"

Dun-dun-DUNNNN! This isn't good. Is 2D an angel or isn't he? Well, find out next time. Maybe.