A/N: Alright this chapter is...well...a little out there...but I don't think it's bad. Also, 'Killers' are just Murdock's way of saying 'Pain killers' So...enjoy!

And thank you wonderful reviewers! You are why I continue to write:)

Someone was touching his wounds. It hurt and Hannibal wished they would just knock it off. He made a groaning sound, lifting his hand to wave the intruder away. There was a shuffling beside him and then a cracking, yet excited voice exclaiming, "Bosco! He's wakin' up! Is there any killers left?"

At the word 'killers', Hannibal's eyes shot open and he immediately regretted doing that. The sunlight blinded him and his eyelids snapped down as quickly as they had opened. In the back of his lids, he could see the blue and green colors blending together. As soon as his head was done pounding, he opened them much slower.

Murdock's face was the first thing he saw, leaning above him anxiously and holding what seemed to be a wet cloth. Or, wet toilet paper. The Captain's complexion was extremely pale and he was visibly shaking. Hannibal could feel the tremors in Murdock's hand as he mopped at the Colonel's face with the toilet paper. "How're ya feelin'?" B.A. gruff voice came from his other side.

Hannibal turned his head to see him kneeling over Face's barely conscious body with his head in his hands and gently wiping at the blood. "How long...have I...been out...?" He found it difficult to speak correctly.

"I dunno. A while..." Murdock answered then pulled away to couch violently into the crook of his arm. As soon as he was done he wiped at his nose and looked back at Hannibal. "I thought you was dead or somethin'."

He shifted under the Captain's weak gaze, trying to prop himself up on his elbows. "So, B.A.'s the only healthy and uninjured one so far?"

"Appears so." Murdock nodded.

B.A. gave him a hard glare. "Wouldn't be ill if ya hadn't crashed the plane in the first place, fool."

Murdock pointed at him. "Nobody asked your opinion, mister! Go sit in the plane, you're goin' to time out, young man."

The bigger man only rolled his eyes and ducked his head to examine Face's wound. "Am I going to live?" Hannibal asked of Murdock. He expected a joke, or a very complex summary of his current state that perhaps took little or not thought at all from the pilot. But he only nodded and muttered, "You're fine."

"Captain," Hannibal succeeded in sitting up and focused on the young man as he scooted away towards the fire. "I think you should get some rest. You're not looking...too good."

Murdock threw a stick in Hannibal's direction. "I'm fine, dammit! Stop nagging on me, you're not helping my intuition any."

The only sound was a distant bird calling in the treetops as B.A. and Hannibal exchanged glances then Hannibal held a hand out towards Murdock. "My apologies, Captain. I just assumed you weren't feeling very good."

Murdock turned to Hannibal right as Face slurred, "Wass he blabbin' 'bout?" B.A. shook his head. "Not sure."

The pilot pointed lazily at Hannibal, however from a normal point of view, his finger was not aimed at Hannibal, but about two feet form Hannibal's head. "Now you listen here, you thing you. I know what my body wants. Whether it's a can of Budweiser, a good fly in the sky, or a female, I know! It tells me and right now, it's tellin' me it don't need no rest right now! So back off 'fore I come over there and knock that stupid smile off your old man face."

It was the most likely the wrong moment, but B.A.'s giggles could easily be heard as he tried to cover his mouth and bit down on his tongue. Hannibal ignored him, his eyes fixed calmly on the Captain. "I'm not smiling." He stated.

"Ya are to! I seen it, right there where you...mouth outta be." His words began running together, giving him the impression of having drank too much even though there was not a can of beer within a hundred miles of them.

Somewhere, Hannibal found it in him to get to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side. He shuffled to the Captain, who saw him approaching and jumped loopily to his feet, swaying. "Are you challengin' me? Lemme warn ya, I'm from Texas and I wrangled bulls at the rodeo. I fought cows in ma free time...I think?"

"I'm not wanting to fight you, Murdock. You really need to lie down now before I make that an order."

Murdock scoffed and turned to face the jungle before attempting to run off but only tripping over his feet and hitting the ground. The Colonel sighed long and hard before bending down, wincing, and putting his hands on Murdock's shoulders. As he hauled him up, Murdock gave him a strange grin and started laughing.

Face glanced up at B.A., who had his eyebrows mashed together and a deep frown on his face.

The laughing started morphing into a wild hysterical laugh, the kind you heard from the insane bad guy in the movies. As soon as Hannibal had Murdock seat and sat down beside him, Murdock leaned over and braced his hands on the boss' shoulders, his eyes as wild as his laughter.

"They're all dead!" He chided through the frightening laughter. "I killed 'em! Every single one of 'em! I watched as we went down, I saw 'em all die! I KILLED THEM!" He shouted and the hysterics increased in volume until Hannibal was urging to cover his ears.

He tried to scoot away but Murdock had his shoulders in a death grip, the smile on his face seemingly possessed. "You better call the medics," He whispered before screaming, " 'CAUSE I KILLED 'EM!"

Now he was howling, screaming a skin-crawling scream that echoed throughout the area. Much to Hannibal's relief, he released him and threw himself back, grabbing his hair up in his hands and yanking as he screamed.

"Alright, I'm outta here." B.A. stood, about to go down the hill but Face grasped his pants leg and held on tightly, shaking his head with saucer eyes. "We gotta do something!" He said in a frantic whisper.

B.A. nodded and offered slowly, "Riiiight...I'll get a large rock." And he pulled away from Face, disappearing from sight.

"Hannibal!" Face gulped.

"THEY'RE ALL DEEEEEAAAAD!" Murdock seemed to yank himself up by his hair and sent himself roughly into the side of the plane, banging his head against it with loud thuds. Face and Hannibal winced in sync with the thuds before Hannibal got painfully to his feet and cautiously made his way to the man. "Murdock! Stop that before you hurt yourself even more!" He demanded of the pilot.

Murdock whirled around so suddenly Hannibal stumbled backwards and held his hands up, his face for once showing the fright he was indeed feeling.

"Listen to me. You need to stop screaming and beating yourself up. You are not in Iraq anymore! It's me, Hannibal, your boss-"

Murdock's blood-curdling scream cut him off and he dove for the man, Hannibal just barely side-stepping in time and watching as the pilot hit the ground, rolling over and glaring up at him, his teeth grinding together and a growl rumbling in his chest. "I'm gonna kill you just like I killed the others!"

"I'd rather you did not..." Hannibal's eyes darted to Face and back. The conman tried to move but only gasped in pain, falling back against the plane.

And the Captain let loose his scream, this time the other two could no longer stand it and their hands clamped down tightly over their ears. Only when a large shadow fell over Murdock did he die down and slowly looked back over his shoulder, gasping loudly as soon as he did.

B.A. was right behind him with the large rock he had promised raised up in his hands, right above Murdock's head. Their eyes locked for a moment and Hannibal cleared his throat. "Uh, B.A...You might want to be careful with that..."

"You stop your screamin', fool, or you're gonna feel a whole new world of pain!" He threatened. Murdock's dilated eyes were sizing up the rock and he blew out a gust of air, nodding. Seeming to take his answer, B.A. humphed and let the rock fall to the side of Murdock, dusting his hands off and turning to go back to where Face was laying when a hand grasped his ankle and he was falling forwards.

"You're not gonna take me in that easily!" Murdock was shouting, pushing himself up and taking a look around, his eyes widening. He seemed to be in a deeper trance, his lips parted in shock, his eyebrows raised almost sadly. His hands latched onto the hem of his shirt.

Warily Hannibal stepped forward and extended his arm, hesitating and deciding it best to not touch Murdock at the moment. He cleared his throat again. "Captain?"

One of his hands unlatched itself from his shirt and he gathered up the collar of Hannibal's shirt instead, dragging him close with surprising strength. When he was just a whisper away, the pilot turned his head to him. "Look around," His whisper had a chill to it. "You can see the bodies of the once living, their ghosts hovering above, seeking vengeance. They're mad at me. They want to kill me, like I killed them. They want to grab their knives and cut, back and forth, back and forth..." He was making cutting motions with his free hand.

"Look! They're coming closer, blades ready. They're gonna kill me...they're gonna kill me. They're gonna..." And his arms wrapped tightly around Hannibal's shoulders, screaming at his side, "DON'T LET THEM KILL ME!"

B.A. marched back towards the rock, Face once more grabbing his pants but this time, B.A. brought him with him. Face refused to let go as he was drug across the grass, his whole body screaming in pain. "B.A.! Stop!"

The iron-like restraints that were Murdock's arms were cutting off Hannibal's circulation and air supply. He brought a tingling hand up and tried to shove him off but the pilot was howling, cowering against him. "You might hit Hannibal instead!" Face was persisting as B.A. aimed the rock at the two. Somewhere Face found it in him to get up higher and grabbed onto B.A.'s arms, pulling them down. B.A. was throat off balance and the rock tipped out of his wobbling arms, landing right on his foot.

He swore loudly, kicking Face to the side and falling on his bottom, yanking his shoe off. Face rolled to a stop near Hannibal and Murdock, eyes stinging with tears of pain as he found it difficult to breathe.

"James!" Hannibal boomed, gaining a hint of attention from his pilot. Round, green eyes gave him the smallest of glances before his face was hid again in Hannibal's shoulder. "Get off me!"

He was more shocked than relieved when Murdock was lifted sharply off his side and restrained now in B.A.'s muscled arms. His right foot was bare and swelling already.

"Damn fool."

Murdock struggled, kicking his legs back and forth and trying to claw at B.A.'s arms. With Hannibal's help, Face was on his feet and the two limped over to stand in front of B.A. and Murdock held prisoner. "I'll hold his arms, you get him out." Hannibal instructed in a stern tone. Face gave him a worried look and started to move closer to Murdock when the pilot's hands were nearly raking across his already injured face. He jumped back, eyes wide.

"He's trying to claw my eyes out!" He proclaimed in disbelief. Hannibal shook his head, taking a dive and locking his hands around Murdock's. He fought harder and Face took the chance to clamp his hand down on his face.

His palm rested over Murdock's mouth, the corner where thumb meets hand blocking Murdock's nose. The pilot's screams were muffled and slowly dying away as he was losing the battle for air. It took longer than they had expected, but the pilot soon fell limp and B.A. lowered him onto the ground.

Hannibal made no other sounds, wiping his brow and turning on his heel, limping to the plane. He shut the door behind him. Face slowly got down beside Murdock and attempted to get comfortable. B.A. watched him from the side. "You sure that's a safe idea?"

"Bosco...it's Murdock." Face reminded him before letting his eyes close and leaving the big guy for his own. It had to have been two hours, maybe less maybe more, when there was a gasping sound and B.A., who had been digging through the small medical kit, heard the high-pitched voice.

"Theeey're heeeeerrree! Hahahahaha!"

Someone was crawling towards him and he never looked away form the kit as he raised his fist and brought it as forcefully as he could to the side, smacking something hard and heard a body drop over, completely out. He shook his head, giving Murdock a glare. "Crazy fool. What are we gonna do with ya?"

A/N: Eh, creepy. So would you agree to more Murdock creepiness? I kinda think Murdock imitating horror movies and acting all...creepy,(Which I'll admit the only thing close to horror I ever got so far was "Dawn of the Dead' and 'Land of the Dead'...I really don't prefer horror movies, they scare me) But that would be...interesting to a point. What do you think? If you don't think so, then don't be afraid of hurting my feelings and saying what you think! Because that's why I throw these suggestions out here:)