The silence of the city is broken, now the sound of crying fills the air. The sound seems to echo and carry, this city was one of the few times where it would be literal if you said that you could hear a pin drop. He followed the sound of the feminine sounding crying, he felt an aching in his chest at the sound of it. He had never been one to ably handle a woman crying, Hell he couldn't handle most negative human emotions. The sadness and hurt of others generally made him uneasy and awkward feeling, he'd respond with blankness, or just simply leave. He hadn't been this way at one time; when he had been with her he had been different, how he always hated to see her cry. He thought about how if she had gotten with a different, a better man that she would still be alive today. He wasn't sure where he himself would currently be, but he highly doubted that he would be wandering around this lost city filled with its corrupted souls.
The crying grew louder signaling to him that he was closer to the source. Suddenly he stopped walking; this felt familiar like he had walked this path before and followed the same sounds of crying. He shook his head driving the thought away, he began walking again; within four or five minutes he arrived to the source. A thick wall of fog stood like a wall completely cutting off the city, he felt that if he walked through it he would leave this city and end up in another place. Standing before the wall was a woman in a white silk dress with sleeves of lace. Her back was to him, her dark hair hung down her back. Something told him to avoid her, to just turn and go away from this woman.
He ignored his instinct and pushed on. He was just about to reach out and place his hand upon her shoulder, but was stopped by a hand on his own shoulder followed by arms wrapping around his neck and a body leaning heavily against his back.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Murdoc glanced back to see Bo leaning over him, he smiled down at the older man.
"Get the hell off of me yew fuckin' fruit." He muttered angrily, he shook the younger man off of him.
Bo released him and took a step back laughing at the bassist's reaction.
"I'm the fruit, that's funny coming from the guy who has sex with other men."
"At least I don't shag my own brother."
Bo smirked and shook his head.
"Don't touch her or talk to her." He said changing the topic back to the woman in the white dress.
"Why not?"
"Juliet doesn't like men, not one bit."
Murdoc kept his eyes locked on the woman. Juliet…..The black hair, the white wedding dress….He felt a sharp pain shoot through his head as the memories struck him. The dream of the dead woman stabbing him, the woman in the mirror, and the woman who was stabbed in the throat; this was Juliet; this was the one who accused him of causing the death of his wife.
"Ah now you remember, knew that you would. She had a really mean daddy and a husband just as bad; as far as she's concerned she should either be living it up with the angels or back on Earth to kill the guy who killed her. She's pretty fucked in the head if you ask me." He said laughing.
We're all mad here.
"Right; she's fucked in the head. I'm gathering yer gonna be stalking me the whole time I'm here." Murdoc said turning away from the crying woman so that he could glare at the dead soldier boy.
Bo grinned revealing his fangs; he did a little bow his red eyes never leaving Murdoc's face.
"Yew got yer brother an' I'm pretty sure yew blokes wouldn't mind Hell, so why in fuck are ya still in this shit hole?"
"Very good question; if you walk down this road just keep on going straight, you'll find the answer." He said pointing towards the road.
Murdoc looked in the direction that Bo was pointing; the road continued like it would stretch on for miles, it eventually faded away in the thick fog. When he looked back to where Bo had been standing the young man was no longer there. Murdoc couldn't say that he was disappointed; the kid was getting on his nerves. He gave one more look in the dead bride's direction; his heart still ached for her, he'd been abused growing up he knew the hatred that experience could leave you feeling. Leave it; she was a lost cause, a complete lunatic because she couldn't let go. She still can't let go of the past, of what a few bad people had done to her.
"Pathetic" Murdoc whispered to himself.
He followed the road going in the direction that Bo had told him to go in. He didn't know why he was listening to a dead guy, but he didn't have many options. He hoped that next time he would run into the shyer of the twins, the one that barely talked, and seemed a hell of a lot more tolerable.
He had to wonder what was going on in the world of the living. How long had he been gone?
Was it minutes, hours, days, or even into the weeks?
What if this lasted for years? He knew that time in these other worlds, these other lives could seem like mere seconds but in the world of the living they were actually hours or even years. The thought left him a bit shaken; he realized there was a chance that when or if he got out of this place that he could wake in a hospital; alone. He thought back to his wife, how she had been alone in the hospital the day she had died. He deserved this, there was no doubt in his mind.