A/N: Hello fellow humanoids, Vulcans, Andorians, Klingons, or whatever else you are!(Yeah...ignore the Star Trek nerdiness:]) BUT here is chapter 11 of this story. I hope this is a good chapter, I am slowly getting better with writing, but if you don't think so, then let me know! BY THE WAY! The two movies were Batman: The Dark Night, good job those of you who caught that, haha:) and the other was (SPOILER) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows with the words and the knife.

Now, this small scene, is it believable? If it isn't, then let me know so I can redo it and make it more believable.

The first song is called, In The End and the second is called, Leave Out All the Rest. They are both by Linkin Park. They have a meaning here, as well.

Please enjoy this chapter!

When Face came around, he was laying on his side in a dark cell on a lumpy matress. His head was pounding and his tongue felt fuzzy. He could make out two figures on either side of the large cell door and then a hall beyond them. As he tried to sit up the throbbing caused his vision to swim and he fell back against the bed.

One of the soldiers heard him and nudged his partner, both turning to see what Face was doing. But he was doing nothing except trying to sit up without dying.

"Good morning, Peck." One of them said through the bars.

Face finally managed to sit up, against the wall behind him. "Where am I?" His words slurred together, but at least his vision was maintaining a normal capacity.

The right soldier answered, "Washington DC. Not surprised you don't know, they drugged you and you've been sleeping like a baby ever since."

Face ignored their snickers and opened his mouth to ask for some water when distant screams were heard from down the hall. As the screams persisted, Face's eyes enlarged, wondering. "Whass goin' on down there?" He asked around his heavy tongue.

They both shrugged. "Who knows? But we saw them dragging Captain Murdock in there not too long ago."

Those words were what made Face shoot up straight, alert. Even though his head was screaming at him, his legs were numb, and his tongue was making speech difficult, the conman stumbled to the door. "What are they doing to him?"

Both soldiers smirked at each other, then looked back at Face. "Hopefully torturing him. Don't you worry, you're turn will come."

The screams were gone and a man that looked like he was having a very bad day stalked by, ignoring the soldiers and Face. There was something in his grumpy face that Face couldn't comprehend. It was as if he knew that face, yet has never see it before. But it was the nose...mouth shape...quirked eyebrows...

"Who was that guy?" He finally had to ask, leaning against the door. Right soldier glanced after the old man and shrugged. "James Brown. Just a high ranking man in the army, about to retire. I don't know that much about him and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you."

"Can I...uh...Can I see Murdock?" Face risked asking, cringing a little. He was right when they both shook their heads. "Absolutely not." Left said and Right nodded in agreement. "Like we would be that stupid!"

Face tried again. "What if I just stood on one side of his cell and he stays on the inside...and we can have a bunch of guards to make sure we do nothing." When they never responded, he pleaded, "Please! I just need to make sure he's okay. It will be really quick, just a in and out. Please."

"Peck, we aren't allowed to do that," Left informed him. "You two are to remain in separate cells, no contact whatsoever."

So Face let his head fall against the bars, biting down on his lower lip and shaking his head slowly. His hands gripped the bars above his head, his knuckles turning white. As both of the guards glanced in opposite directions, Face's arms lashed out suddenly, grabbing both soldiers around their necks, their guns falling to the floor in their shock.

They gasped, trying to yell for help as their faces went equal shades of purple. No one ever came around and it wasn't long before they fell to the floor. Face kneeled, reached through the bars and digging in Right's pocket until his fingers found the keys. As soon as his cell door was unlocked, Face drug the two soldiers in.

Someone was talking to the guards outside his cell, Murdock was barely aware, as soon as he figured out there was another person in a uniform.

I tried so hard

And got so far

But in the end, it doesn't even matter

I had to fall

To lose it all

But in the end, it doesn't even matter.

"It doesn't matter anymore." He whispered to himself, his back to the talking soldiers as he laying curled on his side on the bed.

But the voices were gone. The door was being unlocked and someone was kneeling behind him. A hand was being layed on his shoulder. Murdock tensed, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Murdock." That voice made Murdock's eyes open, his body jerking under the touch. "Hey, buddy."

He was being rolled over and looked right into the eyes of his best friend. Face tried to smile, but noticed the deep scratches on his right arm and gently picked his hand up to read the words. Murdock tried to hide his eyes as Face's blue ones grew with disbelief and anger. His grip on Murdock's wrist tightened, his eyes closing and his lips turning down in a deep frown.

"We need to get out of here." He whispered.

Murdock's soft voice sang in Face's ear, "When my time comes, forget the wrong that I've done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed. And don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty, keep me in your memory. Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest."

Someone was saying a goodnight to a fellow worker not far down the hall. Face checked around before putting his hands upon Murdock's shoulders. "Now may be our only chance for escape. Come on, Murdock!"

"Don't be afraid, I've taken my beatings. I've shed but I'm me." Murdock fell limp under Face's hands and he put his hand under the Captain's head, gently lifting so he could peer into Murdock's eyes.

"We need to go now." He spoke quietly in fear of someone overhearing. "I could get into a whole lot of trouble being caught in your cell. And then you'll get punishment, too."

Murdock blinked. "I deserve it."

"Excuse me?"

"I wasn't a special gift from above. My mom died because of me. My dad hates me with all he has. My step-dad called me a waste of space." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore."

Face gripped Murdock's shoulders again, holding tightly and locking eyes with his friend. "You're mother did not die because of you. She loved you more than anything," Face had no idea what Murdock's mother was like, but the rare moments when he spoke about her were always of good things. "Your step-dad can go stick his head in donkey crap. And your father can go-"

"Face!" Murdock's hand was suddenly covering Face's mouth and his eyes were wide with warning. "Don't say that!"

Face pulled away. "Why not? You don't like them...do you?" Murdock shook his head. " 'Course not! But...you can't say those things about my father. He's...he's not exactly out of hearing distance..."

"And what are you talking about?" Demanded the conman as he folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes. "My father, is...James Brown. He is a really powerful guy here," Murdock's expression fell drastically and Face's light bulb sparked on.

"I saw him." His voice was a mere whisper. "I knew there was something in his face...You really look like him. Did you speak to him?"

And Murdock's sudden change in expression told Face he did more than talk to James Brown. When Murdock's left hand twitched to his right arm, the other man felt a fury building behind the wall of a calm demeanor."He did that." It was no question, Face knew he was right.

"Who the hell are you?" A loud voice form behind made both men start, Face whirling on his heel and Murdock cringing as he scrambled backwards onto the mattress in an attempt to get away from the door. Jim Brown stood with the two guards Face had knocked out. One was in his prison jumpsuit.

He tried to smile pleasantly. "Well, hello! I was just telling this horrible man how, horrible he is. I think it's important to bring these prisoners down, so they know what they truly are."

"It's Templeton Peck. He stole the keys and came here." The one in Face's clothes noted. Jim's eyes rolled up to the ceiling then back down to that soldier, holding his arms out. "Really? I would have never guessed. And how exactly did he get the keys in the first place, Wilson? Hmm, tell me."

Wilson coughed nervously, the picture of a child caught in the act of breaking that very expensive vase. "Now it was completely unexpected, it could have happened to anyone, right Daves?"

As he was suddenly brought into the conversation, Daves opened his mouth, closed it, then shrugged.

"But it didn't, did it?" Jim shifted his weight, glaring down his nose. "It happened to you."

"Sir, I promise, it won't ever happen again and-"

Jim pointed sharply at Wilson. "Why don't you go get someone more responsible? Because I can assure you, there are plenty of trustworthy men in this building right now! Go!"

The two snapped to attention, saluted, and hurried off like a mouse being preyed on by a giant cat.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. "I swear to God, where do they find these children?

During the whole argument, Face had been tugging on Murdock's arm, trying to get him to budge. The pilot had sat there like a rock, shaking his head rapidly. Face stomped the ground with his foot and indicated the door with an urgent look. Murdock stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms in a child-like manor.

"And back to the problem at hand," Jim was pushing the cell door open and stepping in. He raised his eyebrows, his mouth threatening a smirk. "Templeton Peck. My, my, have I heard much about you. Oh yes, quite a lot."

Face's fingers were holding onto Murdock's wrist so tightly the Captain was beginning to loose feeling in his hand. But when he snuck a quick glance up at the conman, his face was perfectly neutral. "I'm sure you have. Everyone has heard of us, I guess we're something of celebrities...only half of the country wants us cuffed, shackled and locked away." He threw out a strained chuckle.

Jim returned the non-humerous laugh, nodding slowly. "You're not stupid, Peck. That stunt deserves some credit, but sadly it won't be getting any." His hands were rubbing together, his eyes narrowing. "And you thought you could help this little shit. Now, the question I have, is this. Were you going to help him escape...or help him mentally?"

At the small shake of Murdock's head, Face kept his mouth sealed tight. But Jim did not seem to mind his lack of response. "It's too late for that. He can never be saved mentally. I can't imagine how you stand having him around. What a migraine!"

"Unlike you, I care about Murdock. This man, right here, is my brother. Not by blood, but by choice." Face stepped forward boldly, suddenly finding confidence. "Nine years ago I could have very easily told my Boss to ship him back to the hospital, lock him up tight, so I'd never have to see the crazy man again. But...I never did. Because unlike you, I gave Murdock a chance. You know the saying, don't judge a book by its cover," He put a hand on Murdock's shoulder, and the Captain felt something falling down Face's sleeve, landing behind him as he sat. "Now you missed out on the opportunity to live with a wonderful son. And that's not my fault. That's yours."

He paused, Murdock staring at him with large eyes and Jim sporting a seemingly disgusted look. "Well, that's deep." His words were doused in a sour tone.

Face thumped his chest with his fist. "Straight from the heart."

Two new soldiers were coming up behind Jim and he stepped aside to allow them entry. They went right for Face, grabbing both of his arms and dragging him away from Murdock. "How sweet. Now, it's your turn for a little fun. You saw your dear friend's arm, but if you're a good boy, you will be allowed to choose the words you wish to be tattooed." Snickered Jim, taking deliberate steps backwards, his eyes on Murdock.

"Don't." It was only one word, but the spoken tone from Murdock made Face snap his head to look at him.

Jim had one hand on the cell door. "Take him into the conference room. Cuff him and get him a good seat." He ignored Murdock, waving the soldiers and Face through. As soon as they had passed, Jim turned to give Murdock one last glare, then slammed the cell door.

When he was completely out of sight, Murdock reached back, letting his fingers wander around the mattress until they came into contact with someone round, hard, attached to many smaller items of similar shapes.

The keys.

A/N: Now don't you worry! Hannibal, B.A., and clone James will be in the next chapter! They've got a plan!

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