Sequence V

Feel Good Inc.

28th December, 2007.

10:02 PM.

"After a day of training and waiting for a reply from William, I finally went downstairs for some food. My stomach was growling and I was starved. I noticed Murdoc sitting in the front room on his own, and felt it a perfect opportunity to talk. I noticed that he was holding a bottle of rum in his hand, and I wasn't surprised in the slightest. But, maybe a drunk Murdoc would be more likely to talk than a sober one."

"Hey Murdoc." I chirped as I loped into the front room and made myself comfortable by sitting cross-legged in front of the strangely ornamental old-time fireplace. He was sat in front of me at an angle, on the couch. The television in the corner of the room was on, but the volume was low and all I could see was a typical football match between the Atlanta Falcons and the New England Patriots. I had never really cared much for football, but would make an effort if it got me in further understanding of this box thing.

"Falcons are doing good, huh?" I asked him idly, only to be met with his stoney face staring me down.

"You a sodding idiot or what?!" Murdoc sat up on his chair and looked straight at me. I could smell his breath even from where I was sat, two metres away.

"Just maybe," I laughed, but his only response was a heavy sigh as he leaned back to his original position.

"Here." I turned to see a rum bottle flying towards me, it was only my fast reflexes in which I was able to catch it. "Well, go on. Drink it!" I heard Murdoc egging me on, and while I wasn't much of a drinker (at all), I would do as he asked in order to better pursue our friendship. I'd find out what 2D meant about the box if it killed me, and, as strange as it sounded, the last person I wanted to ask was Noodle. She'd probably just hit me again, or worse.

I held the rum bottle by the neck and gulped down a mouthful. It really was vile, and I almost chucked it back up, but I was able to get it down after a few seconds. Then I felt a hand slapping me on the back.

"Well done, mate. Welcome to the club!" I turned to see him grinning at me, and managed half a smile in response. I could still taste the rum.

"What the hell is in that stuff?!" I coughed at him.

"Oh, the usual, you know. Alcohol." I resisted lurging forward again and in result, had to lie down instead. I could feel myself getting light-headed already. I heard the sound of footsteps and looked over to find that Murdoc had stood up and was by the stereo. Please God, please no music. Not now.

Much to my despair, he chose Black Sabbath, then started to rock away while I shifted into a foetal position on the floor. After a few seconds I felt a hand grab my shoulder and pull me up, my mouth was shoved open and rum was poured inside. Apart from the annoyance of him touching me, I was actually pretty glad that Murdoc did it. It seemed like the best cure for headaches was more alcohol. Within the next ten minutes I was up and dancing with him, and I honestly think it was the most fun I'd ever had before.

I'd never been able to do any of this stuff with the Order before, and I wondered why not. Professionalism, maybe? Screw that! This was awesome!

"Man! Where'd you find that stuff?!" I shouted over the music.

"Oh, you know, tescos or some shit like that." I guessed his answer as I only heard a few words. "You like it?" He asked.

"Love it - this is the most fun I've ever had!" I roared, hardly able to contain my excitement.

"Yeah, well. Don't be gettin' any ideas." I heard him laugh after this, and I joined in. It was far too much fun now to be offended or the like. Why didn't I think of doing this sooner! Damn, what was wrong with me. I'd been so obsessed with my career for so long, and only after twenty-one years (that's my entire life, by the way) had I finally got something worth doing. A mission I could be proud of. I'd been so intent on not screwing up that I'd made myself into an asshole - what must the others think of me now?

I decided, from that point on, I wouldn't be such a downer anymore. It was irritating to have to be serious, and depressed me at times. I could be such good friends with these people - and they were good people - but I'd denied myself the chance. I grabbed the bottle from Murdoc, taking a few more swigs at it.

"Atta boy!" I heard him cry, but my mind was already on something else.

"Theres- There's something, that I have to- I think I- Yeah, I've gotta go do something..." I said to him, stumbling down the room. He called out after me, but I couldn't hear what and I didn't really care. I only had one thing on my mind and I was determined to make it understood.

The fucking box.

Like, who arrives in a damn box. Come on!

It them took me around ten minutes to get to the lift, and another ten to figure out how to work it, and when it reached the floor I wanted, I only ended up falling out and taking another five minutes to pick myself back up and charge down the corridor. But eventually, I made it. I barged through the door, throwing it shut behind me, then went for the bed. Noodle was actually sat on it at the time, and by the time I realised her foot was flying towards my face, it was too late to react. When I opened my eyes I saw her face shining above me.

"Get up." Was all she said. I did as she asked, clutching the back of my head where it must have hit the carpeted floor.

"What the hell!" I screeched, reaching out to the floor in front of me so I could attempt to stand. "Why you gotta- I just wanted to- Box! The box, tell me about the damn box!"

When I was able to stand, I looked over to her expecting to see her about to talk. But I saw nothing.

"Get the fuck out of my room." She spoke with a vemon in her voice which I'd never heard before. And I knew she didn't have to say it again, because I left at that. Only now starting to realise what I'd done.