The next few weeks at Kong were tense, Murdoc wanted to call them awkward, but that was a weak word to describe it. Sometimes he'd lie in his filth covered bed listening to 2D crying in his bedroom, other times he'd wake up to Noodle screaming from more nightmares. Nobody really talked; the young girl stayed to herself quite a lot, 2D the times he did come out from his room generally had his head bowed and hair in his face like he was too ashamed to make eye contact with anybody. Murdoc spent the majority of his time drunk and generally in the recording studio playing on his bass hoping to drown out the painful cries of the living and the dead surrounding him.
Today was one of the rare occasions where they were all in the same room together. Noodle sat with her head bowed completely motionless, 2D sat next to her in the same position except he was fumbling with his long fingers nervously, Murdoc was one his fourth beer of the morning, and Russel was studying his band mates trying to figure out where they had gone to.
"We need a break." The drummer announced causing everybody to look up in confusion.
It'd been awhile since Murdoc had heard anybody speak; the only voices seemed to come from the dead and the demons thriving inside of the building. Sometimes he would go down to the room where he finally discovered a portal to Hell. Nobody knew about it, it was just another room to them, but it was the place the Satanist often went when he got tired of the living world around him.
"We are on break fat arse" The bassist mumbled sounding agitated.
"From each other; I'm not saying we need to end the band, I'm definitely not saying that. I'm just saying that we need a break from each other. Shit baby girl hasn't said much for months now, 2D is…I don't know what's with him, and I have a feeling it has something to do with your ass."
Murdoc glared at the larger man, but looked away. He couldn't even pretend to take offense to that statement since it was all completely his fault.
"So wot t'en we all just go wherever?"
"Well I need to go think over some things so I'm leaving the state, Noodle said a few days ago she wants to go back to Japan, and find out more about her past….You guys I don't know what you're going to do."
2D looked up at the drummer for a second almost like he wasn't sure if he could speak or not.
"T'is is a stupid idea, we don' need a break. T'is is my band and I never said anybody coul' leave 'ere."
"I like it, I'm goin' to go back 'ome for awhile….Help my dad wit' t'e fair grounds, Mu'doc yew can stay 'ere and drink yerself to death like yew always wan' to do." 2D said as he glared at the older man.
With that the singer got up and left the room, on instinct Murdoc wanted to scream at him, or hit him. He couldn't though, he just sat staring at the now empty chair trying to process the bitter hatred and betrayal the younger man had expressed before leaving. A couple of minutes later Noodle and Russel left the room going to get their things together leaving Murdoc all alone in the kitchen.
He tried processing what had happened and what was now happening. Soon he would be all alone in Kong; he hadn't been completely by himself for a very long time. He often hated the company of others, but they were always an option. He could always go to somebody to yell at them, fight with them, or talk to them….Now though he'd be completely alone and he didn't know how long….He'd be fine, he didn't need them around anyways. Noodle really did need the break; he couldn't say anything bad towards that. Russel he didn't understand what the bore fest needed to go and think about. 2D couldn't live away from Kong; he couldn't go and do a normal job for longer than a month at the longest. Murdoc knew they'd all be back soon, in the mean time he could more openly explore the depths of Hell, and not worry about hurting the feelings of a certain blue haired man.