Murdoc never thought he would find himself in this situation. Rushing down the sidewalk, pushing past other pedestrians, on his way to beat the shit out of some blonde twenty-something. All because someone hurt his kid.
Well, she's wasn't a kid, not anymore, and she sure as hell wasn't his. But she was... something. He liked to consider her his daughter, in a way. As if he had any hand in raising her from a confused eight year old, into a confused, but now badass, twenty-something, not that he ever made an effort to really be a part of her life anyway. Maybe he should have. Maybe if he had been a bigger part of her life this wouldn't be happening. Not that it really mattered now.
A thought crossed his mind when he was a good distance to town, and that was the fact he had no clue where Roselyn even lived. With a groan and a few choice words, he considered just asking around. Or just going home and prying the information from Noodle. Maybe he'd just get lucky and catch her walking out of a store or something.
This was going to be a long day...
Knock knock.
"Noodle? It's me. Can I come in?"
Russel heard a groan from inside the young woman's room. 2-D spent the better part of the last hour and a half since Murdoc left trying to talk with her to no avail, so Russel decided he'd give it a shot. He didn't expect her to spill her gut out to him, really, but maybe, at the very least, they'd have a moment and just sit.
They used to do that a lot.
He was about to turn away from the door, when it slowly creaked open. He smiled at the face of smudged eyeliner and messy hair as it allowed him to enter the dark room. Noodle shut the door and took her seat on the bed, pulling a pillow into her arms to rest her chin on as Russel took a seat near the end. There was a long silence between them, neither knowing really what to say.
"...'m sorry..." Noodle eventually sighed, burying her face in the pillow.
Russel, taken aback by the random apology, pressed his lips into a thin line. "What for? You didn't do anythin' wrong, Noods." He didn't get a response. "Look, you're right, we shouldn't have tried to pry into your love life like that. The truth is we're just really worried about you. It feels like ever since you met this girl you've done a complete one-eighty on us. You don't seem happy, and maybe Roselyn isn't as horrible as we assume she is-"
The guitarist interrupted. "Russ-"
He continued. "-but I want you to know that we'll love you no matter who your with. You deserve the best life has to offer." Noodle let out a pained whine, and the drummer's face took on a more concerned look. "You alright?"
"I think..." Whatever she planned on saying was cut short when the guitarist simultaneously vomited on the floor and fell off the bed with a dull thud.
Russel jumped up at the site, and for a moment he didn't know how to react. The young woman looked like she was going to have a seizure, or something very close to it. Her fingers twitched and her face contorted. When he did finally come back to his senses, he screamed for 2-D to get his keys.
Noodle's vision was unfocused, her hearing wasn't much better. Everything was muffled, it felt so slow. Is this what dying was like? It was terrifying, and she suddenly wished she hadn't taken 2-D's painkillers. She felt Russel pick her up, in a way similar to when she was a kid and needed comfort. He was talking, but she couldn't hear him. He yelled, probably for 2-D. Things started to melt together. Blue hair, panic, outside, car door. Someone else held onto her now. Most likely the singer, as he couldn't drive.
She didn't know how right she was at the time. 2-D held her tensed twitching body while Russel broke several traffic laws driving to the closest hospital. His heart was racing. Neither of them knew how they could help, so the singer just held her tight and hummed a tune. He didn't know if she could even hear him, but he figured maybe it would keep her on this side of the void.
Goddamn it, they weren't gonna lose her. Not like this.
"There you are you blonde bitch!" It felt like it had taken him forever, but he found her. By the will of God, or Satan, or convenient story telling, Murdoc finally caught up with Roselyn.
The blonde in question turned her head, one eyebrow raised at the bassist. She squinted at him. "What do you want?" Murdoc had murder in his eyes, to which she just clicked her tongue. "Well? C'mon, I haven't got all day to stare at your ugly face." She crossed her arms.
He should have killed her in the moment when he had a chance. "I'm gonna tell you this once. You need to stay away from Noodle."
Roselyn smiled a little, arms crossing over her chest. "That all? You hunted me down in the middle of London to tell me to stop seein' my own girlfriend. I'll tell you now, that isn't gonna happen. She's an adult, she can make her own choices."
"Y'know, with the shit you did to her-"
She interrupted him with a scoff. "I didn't touch her."
"Don't bullshit me, kid. I know exactly what your kind do. Break down some dolt and then toss 'em aside like nothing happened." Murdoc pointed an accusing finger at the blonde. "You're nothin' but a goddamn parasite."
"Ouch, that hurts." The statement leaked sarcasm. "You can't act like you haven't used people before. Aren't two of your band members basically kidnap victims?"
It was his turn to scoff. "That's different."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "Anything I've done to her is justified. She asked for it." The smug look she gained cause Murdoc to deliver a satisfying punch to the blonde's face. She let out a surprised cry as she fell back onto the pavement, which caused some bystanders to turn their heads.
He paid them no mind. "If I ever see you touch my kid again, I'll fucking end your miserable life, you slag!" There was a moment where the two just glared at one another. Roselyn held her bleeding nose, and the only thing to cut the tense silence was the sound of Murdoc's phone going off.
Frustrated, the satanist answered. "I'm in the middle of something! What do you want, Faceache?"
Roselyn watched the bassist's expression change. He looked less pissed off and more concerned. It made her curious. She wanted to know what was going on. Slowly, she brought herself to her feet. Murdoc hung up, pointed at her, and sternly went "This isn't over.", then he turned on his heal and started sprinting like his life depended on it. For a moment, she considered following, but she wasn't an idiot. At this point in time, she'd leave it be.
After all, she could just pry the information out of Noodle later.
