Chapter Four

"Let her go!" 2-D said in his most discernable voice ever. The tall, blue haired man was trembling with what I think was fury. Not too sure. But he was trembling alright. He was rescuing me!

"You bumbling fool! Get out! Get out, get out, get out!" Screamed Murdoc, whose nails were now digging into my skin. I flailed about, clawing at the air, screaming in pain. I was crying.

I was bawling by now. But I don't think either Murdoc, nor 2-D heard me until I caught Murdoc's wrist with my nail. He started to bleed and he dropped me. I fell with a thud to the floor while Murdoc ran to get a bandage. I curled up and bawled until 2-D came over. He sat with me, doing exactly what Murdoc had done in the room.

"No, no, this can't be happening again! I won't let it!" I screamed as I looked for a place to get out, but to no avail. Finally, weak with hunger after not eating for a few days, I collapsed into 2-D's lap. "Please, don't do what Murdoc did, 2-D. Please…"I mewed as I fell asleep. The last thing I heard from him were two words that echoed in my dreams.

"I promise."

My dreams were filled to the brim with scary images. One was of me being captured from Kong, and being held in that awful cage again. Another was of Murdoc throwing me into a river. I have an over-active imagination, don't I? The last thing I remember wasn't an image, but a mini movie in my head. It was 2-D sobbing with a picture of a little girl in his hand. I couldn't imagine whom.

I woke up soundlessly in 2-D's lap. I don't think he noticed because he was just sitting there cross-legged on the floor of Murdoc's Winnebago, holding a baseball bat at the ready.

"2-D," I said, and my words made him jump. "Go to sleep, I can watch myself during the day."

"Are you sure…." He trailed off in a yawn that put him to sleep. He was so innocent looking when he was asleep. But I could see bruises that had unquestionably gotten from Murdoc. Pushing the thought of Murdoc out of my mind, I went to hunt.

When I got to the kitchen to ask where the mice were, because I didn't find any anywhere, I saw Russell reading a newspaper. And next to Russell, was an almost completely naked Murdoc. Don't picture that in your head. If you have, I'm sorry. If you like it, sicko. Getting back on track, I said at barely above a whisper, "R-russ? Russell? C-can you come here? I need some help, with uh… a thing."

He must've known something was wrong, because when Murdoc asked if he could help, Russell stared him down. "Hey baby girl, wass wrong? Did mean old Murdoc give you those?" He asked when he saw my scruff. There were about three or four gashes that had scabbed up from Murdoc's nails.

"Yeah. When I ran away, Murdoc found me in his Winnebago, and then 2-D…" I trailed off on 2-D's name. I don't know why, but he just gives me an endless happiness. When I was curled up in his lap, I felt warm and protected. I suddenly longed to be there once more.

Russell was looking at me with a smirk on his face. "Pads, I think I know what you're thinking. I think that he thinks the same thing back," Russell was right on one thing. His assumption that I had a crush on 2-D was correct. Suddenly, Murdoc rushed out of the room. "Muds, where're you going?" Russell shouted after him. But he got no answer. This can't be good.

I had a gut feeling that told me to follow him. Murdoc was walking fast, but I could keep up. I decided to follow really close, but in the shadows so as not to be detected. It was working well, until I got a little distracted by my feet. That's when I heard a scream. My head jerked up and I ran toward the source. The under-ground parking lot.

"2-D! I'm coming, 2-D!" I wailed as I raced down the hallways until I finally got to the Winnebago. I launched myself into the open window I had used last time. I was horrified at what I saw inside.

2-D lay on the floor while Murdoc beat the daylights out of him. I couldn't bear to watch, so I jumped on Murdoc's shirtless back, claws extended of course. As I slid down to the floor, he let out a howl of pain so great my ears hurt. I scratched him a couple of times on the legs until he gave up to get a towel to stifle the bleeding on his back as best he could. While he was gone, I rushed over to 2-D and saw that he had lost another tooth. As I placed my hand on his chest he groaned. "Murdoc must've broke a wib, eh?" said the broken 2-D. His words came out extra weird due to the extra missing tooth.

"2-D, are you okay? You don't look so good. Give me your cell," I spoke in frantic, high-pitched chirps. I didn't want the only happiness in this place to fade away.

"Sure, bu' why?" 2-D asked, slurring his words. Blood was dripping out of his mouth, from the tooth I believe. His eyes, even though they were dim in the first place, were fading out of reality.

"I need to call for an ambulance. Come on 2-D, stay with me," I said, touching him gently on the chest. I dialed 9-1-1, and when the operator asked me where I was located at, she sounded confused when I said "Kong Studios."

"What's Murdoc done this time?" said the worried voice of the 9-1-1 operator. I was shocked that she knew it was Murdoc. Actually, only at that time was I surprised. Now it makes a lot of sense. "An ambulance is on the way."

"Thank you so much," and with that, I hung up. I had to make sure 2-D stayed awake to tell the paramedics where exactly Murdoc had hit him. Poor 2-D, having to take this from Murdoc. If he doesn't do what Murdoc wants, he'll get beat. It isn't fair that Murdoc gets all this power over him.

I heard the squeals of an ambulance siren, and I had to close my ears to protect them from the growing noise. "2-D, they're here to help," I whispered when he jumped with a wild look in his eyes.

"Where are you?" I heard a mans voice call. One of the paramedics must know we're down here, at least.

"In the RV!" I called out, hoping that they would hear my weak voice. I didn't want to scare 2-D any more than he already was, but they needed to hear me.

Finally, something not dangerous for a change.