Murdoc had just gotten back to his house after another failure of a show. He was dangerously close to breaking up his band, again. He couldn't stand any of the men he was working with and the type of music they wanted to play. They turned down all of his ideas and never listened to a damned thing he said to them.

He was most definitely happy to be back in his cramped home. His body ached, but after about three bottles of beer his muscles were started to feel loose. He sat on his couch thinking over whatever topics floated through his mind, it never felt like it stopped running. He thought first about his band, about how he could barely afford cigarettes with the money he was making from playing shows. The five bands before this one had failed, mostly because of his own stupid mistakes. A drug binder had caused his judgment to die which led to some incredibly bad band names. Now he was just fucked for the usual reasons; he wasn't sure he could get a regular job….Did he even want a regular job?

Fuck it maybe he'd just say 'sod it' to everything, pack his shit and move some place else. Some place far away from this shit hole, but he couldn't do that. He didn't dare do that or even think on it longer then a second, because now he was thinking about Stuart. When he thought about Stuart he felt strange, a way he had never felt. Part of it was happiness and another part was worry, he worried about when this would end. Things were going quite well, the blue haired punk made him happy. He was the only person to believe in Murdoc, to care about his well being….He feared the day that he would lose that, nothing perfect lasted.

He heard a light tapping sound; at first he ignored it thinking it was nothing. It grew louder, going from a tapping to a frantic pounding. Somebody was pounding on the front door; he slowly got up from the couch and made his way to the door. He undid the chain then the two locks underneath he knob, when he pulled the door open he went into a state of shock. A tall green skinned man leaned in the doorway, his head was shaved, eyes so dark they were nearly black, teeth gnarled, and his mouth shaped into a disturbing grin. Hannibal wasted no time in placing a strong hand on his little brother's chest shoving him roughly inside of the house. He kicked the door shut behind him, Murdoc fell to the ground. He couldn't speak; he could only sit on the floor and gape up at his brother like some kind of moron. He felt like this should be some sort of a nightmare, not something that was really happening at this moment. Hannibal looked around the living room checking out his surroundings, looking for what he could steal. Once he was done with that he turned his sights back on his little brother. Murdoc managed to snap into reality enough to scramble to his feet, he walked up to his brother trying to swallow his fear, and trying to look intimidating.

"What the hell are yew doing here, how did yew find me?"

Hannibal crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at he smaller man.

"Well now, somebody is a bit cocky aren't they? Yew aren't too hard to find ya little shit, my friend Jeff saw yew and yer trash Goth band at a pub the other night. He followed yew back to this shit hole then reported back to me."

The fear faded to anger; he had no right to be here, he had no right to be stalking Murdoc. He wasn't a little kid anymore, he wasn't anybody's property.

"Yew have no fucking right to be here, now get out."

"I have no right? Do yew know how long dad has been looking for yer sorry arse?"

"Get out of here, next time yew see dad yew can slit his throat for me." Murdoc said bitterly.

The smirk on Hannibal's face faded; in its place was a scowl. Before he could react his older brother had his hand wrapped tightly around his neck. He shoved his little brother to the ground seating himself on his chest making it harder for Murdoc to breathe. The younger man struggled; he kicked his legs the toe of his boot just scrapping at the older man's back.

"Being on yer own has made yew think yer more of a man than yew really are."

He punched the smaller man in the face, with each hit he let out a growl that barely sounded human. He sounded more like the demons that Murdoc used to see when he would take LSD.

"L-let go of me, I'll fucking kill yew."

Hannibal laughed at that, he released his grip on his brother and stood to his feet. Murdoc thought he was being let off easy until the older man kicked him hard in the ribs, he bit his lip hard enough to break the skin just to prevent himself from screaming out in pain.

"Kill me, yew are very funny….Now I'm going to take a quick look around to see what my dear little brother has been hiding from his family."

Murdoc watched as Hannibal began turning over furniture and throwing around anything remotely in his way as he searched for cash; he went over in his mind all of the jewelry, money, and drugs he had in his home. All of the things his brother would be taking from him, he thought about the knife under the couch. He wondered if he really could take his brother, Hannibal would expect it right now. He'd wait until the bastard was done scavenging his house, on his way out.

Murdoc reached under the couch his fingers going over cigarette butts and dirt, finally he felt the cool metal of the knife's blade. He pulled the item out and quickly hid it from view; he got up from the ground and stood near the front door. He listened as his brother trashed his bedroom; let's see in the bedroom he had jewelry and a couple hundred dollars, in the bathroom he had his medications for his bipolar disorder and depression. All things that in a few minutes would be gone, unless he could catch his brother off guard; if he couldn't then he would be royally fucked.

Hannibal walked into the living room carrying a black suitcase filled with his little brother's things.

"Well yew have been hiding a lot from us, I think dad might need to drop by sometime and talk to yew."

He refrained from saying anything, he remained silent. As Hannibal passed him by he pulled the knife out from his jeans pocket, he lunged at the taller man. Hannibal turned and punched the younger man in the throat. Murdoc fell to the floor gasping and choking; the knife fell to the floor, Hannibal picked it up with one hand and grabbed a fist full of Murdoc's hair with the other. He brought his younger brother to his knees pressing the blade dangerously close to his throat, the look in his black eyes told Murdoc that he would kill him without a single thought.

"Yew really do think yer a man, don't yew? Yew pathetic little queer, I'll be back, and next time it'll be a lot worse."

He tossed the knife across the room, placed his foot against Murdoc's chest and shoved him onto his back. He spit at the younger man then turned and left the house slamming the door shut behind him.

Murdoc didn't even bother to move; everything hurt, he felt like every bone was broken, and every muscle was on fire. He kept telling himself that this wasn't real, that didn't happen….That didn't just happen, he needed to see what all was missing, but he was in too much pain. He would allow himself to collapse on the floor for an hour or two, and then he would see if there were any pain killers left that he could take.