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Ch. 3

"Hand me those pliers dullard." 2D and Murdoc were in the studio and Murdoc was changing the strings on his precision bass. 2D handed the pliers to him and he cut the remaining length off of the strings. He tightened them to his liking and plugged the bass into the amp then tested it. He played a riff and it sounded perfect. Cyborg Noodle had already tuned her black Les Paul and was ready to play. Murdoc walked over to the drum machine and before he turned it on, 2D spoke up.

"Um Murdoc?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry for askin' that question tha' other day. Guess I wosn't thinkin'."

Murdoc looked at the azure-haired singer and raised an eyebrow that was hidden underneath his bangs. "Whatever faceache, now let's play." He flipped on the drum machine and set the beat to 'On Melancholy Hill' and they all began to play. After hours of playing songs from all three of their albums Murdoc decided to call it quits.

"That's enough for today. Noodle take dullard back down to his cell and then go make dinner."

"Ah c'mon Murdoc, can't I stay 'ere?"

"I don't want to see your face anymore today so off you go. If you protest I'll tell that whale that he's gonna get a special treat." Murodc's hazel eyes flashed dangerously.

"No Murdoc! don't feed me to the whale!" 2D was shaking like a leaf and he bit his lip.

"Then I suggest that you get your scrawny ass in that lift and go down to your room like a good little boy." 2D just quickly nodded and followed Cyborg Noodle into the lift and the doors closed. When they reached his room the cyborg pushed him in then closed the door behind her locking it. 2D walked over to his bed and sat down. He felt a migraine coming on so he took two green and white capsules out of his pocket, threw them into his mouth and swallowed him dry. He figured that this was his punishment for asking that question. To 2D, Murdoc had always been a mystery to him despite knowing the man ever since he was nineteen. Murdoc rarely showed emotion or talked about his feelings. The only time that 2D saw Murdoc show emotion was when he, along with him and Russel watched Noodle's island go crashing down into the ravine. He had looked over to the Satanist and saw a look of pure horror on his face. After not being able to find Noodle he watched Murdoc drink even more than usual. 2D knew this was Murdoc's way of dealing with the loss and hiding his pain. When he asked that question about Murdoc's mother, he also saw a hint of something in the old man's face, couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was something.

Murdoc was again sitting behind his desk checking his e-mail. The administrator from the Sanatorium did indeed respond to him and gave him a number for Murdoc to call to set up an appointment. He took the satelite phone and dialed the number. After a numerous amount of rings a woman picked up.

"Belphagor Sanatorium, this is Hanna Anderson. How may I help you?"

"Yes this is Murdoc Niccals and I sent you an e-mail requesting some information about someone."

"Ah, Mr. Niccals I did in fact receive your message and I'll be glad to be a service to you. May I ask who you are searching for?"

Murdoc was silent for a few seconds before speaking up. "My mother. Do you have any records on any woman who came there forty four years ago and gave birth to a boy?"

"I'll have some one to look in the archives for you, but it'll take up to a week. Is that okay?"

"That's fine."

"What's the month, day, and year were you born in?"

"June 6th 1966."

"6/6/66? that's an interesting birth date."

"yeah, it is..."

"Well Mr. Niccals, within a week I'll be calling you to tell if we've found who you're looking for. Thank you for calling."

"Thanks." he hung up and took a swig from the bottle of Grey Goose, he was sure to get wasted after dinner then he'd either walk around the island or go beat up 2D for whatever reason he could think of. Cyborg Noodle came back up and told him that dinner was ready. "Go and take a plate to faceache and come back to the kitchen."

"Yes sir. " she turned and left. The reason that the cyborg could cook was that he was tired of always half burning the food and 2D didn't do any better, plus Russel wasn't there to show off his culinary skills. So he found some cookbooks that had washed up on shore one day in a box, let the dry out and gave them to her to read and ordered her to learn every single recipe in them. Soon he was in the kitchen and Noodle was fixing his plate. She sat it down in front of him and scrunched his wonky nose. On the plate was fried calamari, steamed clams and a baked Super Fast Jellyfish whose deflated eyes just stared back up at him, it's shriveled up tongue somewhat blackened. He made sure to avoid it because the last time he ate one, she didn't take all the poison out so he and 2D were sick as dogs for a whole week.

"Is there something wrong Murdoc?" Cyborg Noodle had been watching him.

"No, no. There's nothing wrong." he began to eat. After he finished, he went into the fridge and grabbed a bottle of rum. He still hadn't finished the bottle of Grey Goose but he decided that he would finish off that and drink until he passed out.

"Mr. Niccals this is Mrs. Anderson and we've found your mother and she is currently here in Belphagor."

A week had passed and Murdoc was uncharacteristically nervous waiting for the woman to call back. "She is?"

"yes she is. would you like to set up an appointment to come and see her?"

"...yeah, I'll be there in a few days. Have to tie up some loose ends from where I'm at."

"wonderful, I'll see you in a few days." She said goodbye and Murdoc went down to 2D's room. When he reached it he slammed open the door, and 2D who was lying on his back smoking a cigarette sat quickly up almost choking on it.

"Wha's goin' on Murdoc? are we bein' attacked by pirates again?"

"No faceache. We're going on a little trip to the mainland and it'll take us a few days to get there. So get up and pack light, we leave tomorrow morning bright and early." Murdoc stomped out of the room leaving 2D looking after him with a confused look on his face.

"wonder where we goin'?"

I've got the sniffles so bear with me folks. Plus I've got finals this week and still have to go Christmas shopping so I'll try to write and post chapter 4 when I can.

Where's Murdoc with that chicken soup I asked for?