A/N: Do you guys think I should make this the ending or continue on?
The building was large and rather unremarkable; it's not like he had expected some grand mansion, he hadn't even expected some little ram shack cabin, but it still seemed just the slightest bit odd that this unremarkable large gray warehouse in the middle of nowhere just outside a line of trees leading into forestry could home such horrible things. On further examination of the vacated land he noticed several cars; two were high class one black and one grey, both with tinted windows, and then one far from them he couldn't tell the make but it was old and a pale brown colour like it wanted to blend in with the trees. He couldn't help but smirk a bit when he noticed the two men sitting inside of the car, both staring at him; cops, it was a bit funny even he had to admit. A second later his cell phone began to ring; he answered it with his eyes still locked on the unmarked cop car, noticing the man behind the steering wheel also on his phone.
"I seriously thought you blokes would be more discreet or less lazy." He said giving a small wave to the car.
"What the hell are you doing here; how the hell did you even get the fucking address to this place?" The officer yelled his voice gruff from years of smoking and yelling.
"Well with enough whining I actually got one of you to give me an address and even the name of the cunt running this hell hole. Look I'll cut this short cause I'm sick of wasting time while my boyfriend is probably inside being slaughtered or…Look I'm going in, because I'm not waiting another fucking day while you jackarses get a hold of their fucking schedule."
He didn't want them to call in saying Vincent and whoever else were leaving the building carrying a garbage bag that could potentially hold a human body. He didn't want to sit at home and think that these bastards allowed his boyfriend to be murdered.
"You could get him killed by acting like this, you realize that right?"
Murdoc shrugged.
"I rather say I did something and get myself killed than for you fucks to sit with your thumbs up your arses for another week. So you can either stop me or shut the hell up and come inside if I'm gone for longer than twenty minutes."
There was a pause, finally; "Alright you can go in, not like we can actually stop you it'd cause too much of a scene."
With that the line went dead; he looked towards the unmarked car once more in time to see the driver hitting the steering wheel while yelling obscenities. It was sort of nice to piss somebody off, it made him feel more like himself before all of this had started.
He got out of the car, pulled the black duster he wore more tightly around his body, he put his hand inside of one of the large pockets feeling for the handle of the dagger; he could feel the cool metal along with the red ruby that topped the handle, normally this thing had only been used to harm himself and small animals all in the name of rituals and spells, but tonight it'd be put to a far better use.
He walked leisurely towards the building keeping an eye out for guards or even for somebody watching him or stalking him. He arrived at a large metal door, no locks, no buzzer, or peep hole to look through. He couldn't believe they were this loose, but then again they were nowhere and in nowhere people only came for specific things.
He took hold of the handle pulling the heavy door open; he stepped inside of a spacious room. The floor was white and black tiles, the walls were white, bright light filled the room causing it to feel artificial; the large receptionist desk in the middle of it didn't help much either. Behind the desk sat what he considered an attractive woman; her long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, lightly done fake tan, dark angry brown eyes, and thick lips painted with dark purple lipstick. The woman wore a black tank top, a leather collar around her neck. She glanced up, bored almost when he walked into the room; he smiled at her as he approached the desk.
"Ello luv, I'd like to do some business here; I got a suggestion from my uncle."
Wasn't a total lie, he came from a long line of disgustingly perverted men who lived for places like these.
The woman looked over his appearance; she didn't seem to care at all. She got up and walked around to him, her eyes never leaving his.
"What would you like; male, female, under age, of age, white, Asian, black, handicapped, or healthy?"
She talked like they weren't people at all, like they were cattle or like he was furniture shopping. It made him ill, but he continued to smile at her and occasionally glance down at her breasts to which he didn't much care if she noticed.
"Actually my uncle told me about something new; some blue haired bloke with no eyes, real pretty from what I here."
Her already annoyed expression deepened, she crossed her arms over her chest.
"That one; are you sure?"
"Why did I already miss him?"
"No just Vincent is with him right now."
Jealous; she sounded jealous, Murdoc felt ill at what she said.
"I'm willing to pay quite a lot."
"Fine I'll go and get Vince, I'll be back."
She turned and left her black high heels clicking along the floor. She left through yet another large metal door off to the left.
He waited patiently as he could, he would run his fingers over the blade just waiting to be able to use it.
It wasn't long until the door opened again and a man walked out with the brown haired woman with the stick up her ass at his side. The man was attractive, feminine, and false; his light blonde hair just reaching his shoulders, the man regarded him giving a small smile.
"Hello I'm Vincent and I'm the owner of this wonderful facility, I heard you're interested in my little blue bird; he's one of my favorites, it's such a shame we'll be disposing of him in a day or two."
"Isn't he selling well?"
He hated the question, but it's not like he could ask or say the things that he really wanted to.
"Yes, he was, but we have to change our line up. Come with me I'll take you to his room."
Vincent turned and began to leave with Murdoc following close behind him, the woman stayed in the main room; he could feel her glaring at the two of them as they left through the door that Vincent had just come through.
They walked down a long dimly lit hallway; going from a bright office space to some sort of old fashioned prison from the 1800's, metal doors ran along both sides; finally they stopped outside of one. Vincent pulled a gold skeleton key from his pocket and unlocked the door. He turned his attention back to Murdoc, giving him the same smile from before as his eyes wandered over the Gothic man's appearance.
"How did you hear of us again?"
"My uncle, he sort of used to work for a place like this."
"Oh really, how fascinating; you're younger than a lot of our clients."
"How much is it?"
"Hm right $2,678 pretty cheap since he'll be going soon. You seem sweet maybe I can give you a discount on one of his organs after he's gone, though I plan on keeping the heart; I have a bit of a collection going there." He said laughing.
In some really fucked way this was his idea of flirting, this could be easier than he expected.
Murdoc stepped a bit closer to him, he noticed the glint in the other man's eyes; the man was such a pathetic breed of pervert, even going above Murdoc's type of pervert.
"Sounds good to me"
He reached into the pocket containing the wad of cash; he pulled it out holding it out for the other man to take. Vincent reached out to take it; Murdoc grabbed hold of the blonde haired man's forearm gripping tightly. In barely two seconds he had the dagger out and before the bastard could react he had the blade buried up to the hilt inside of the man's stomach. The man's eyes widened his mouth dropping open in shock, Murdoc twisted the blade then jerked it upwards slightly amazed by how easily it had slid in and how easily it moved through all of the muscle and organs and flesh. Vincent staggered forward nearly falling on top of the black haired man; Murdoc shoved him away watching as the blonde bastard fell to the dirty floor. His eyes glazed over with death and blood dripped from the corners of his mouth.
"Sick fuck"
He kicked the corpse hard in the side; he bent down pulling the dagger from the man's stomach. He turned to the door opening it and walking inside; he was nearing twenty minutes, they should be showing up soon.
The room was disgusting; the walls were gray, spider webs everywhere, there was a dirty twin sized bed against the wall, sitting on the floor was a man with his legs pulled up against himself, his head bowed, long blue hair hanging down in tangled tendrils over the black silk robe he wore. Murdoc kneeled down in front of him, he reached his hand out placing it on the younger man's shoulder; the blue haired man tensed then lashed out shoving the black haired man back onto the ground.
"2D it's me, it's Murdoc"
He looked up at the man currently on top of him; he looked so fucking horrible, so thin, his face dirty, bruised, and of what Murdoc could see of his chest there were welts, bruises, and cuts. 2D looked at him, studied him like he was honestly trying to recall where he had seen him before, his black eyes widened; Murdoc sat up the younger man now sitting on his lap. 2D wrapped his arms around his neck, he buried his face in the crook of Murdoc's neck and began sobbing.
"Murdoc" He whispered
The older man wrapped his arms around his thin body holding him protectively, being so careful not to hurt him or to let him go. The only thing the blue haired man could say was his name over and over in a weak raspy little whisper. His voice sounded wrecked like he'd spent all of this time doing nothing but scream and yell, the thought hurt him.
"It's okay, it'll be okay luv; they can't hurt you anymore, I love you so fucking much."
Tears fell from his own eyes as he sat on the dirt coated floor holding the man he never thought he'd see again, not alive anyways.
He knew in a few minutes the police would be coming in, they would arrest the pretentious woman out front, find Vincent's body, and then find the two of them in this room holding onto each other like if they let go something bad would happen. They would call an ambulance for 2D, they would tell Murdoc that he couldn't go with them even though both men would throw a fit over that, and then the police would chastise Murdoc for killing the suspect, but he wouldn't give a fuck about any of that, because 2D was alive and he was safe as long as Murdoc was with him, and he would never let anybody touch him like that again. He would never let him be hurt, he would never insult him, or hide him like he hated him, and he would help him get better. He loved him and he never planned to let him go, not ever again.