Stuart wondered where he was going. He quietly followed him. Maybe hed had enough of all the questions? Murdoc trudged silently through the halls. Stuart trailed behind him, making sure Murdoc didn't know he was there.

He wandered into the back music practice room and took out the bass. He'd never really learnt before but he'd taught himself a little. He took the note out again and re read it. Hed never loose this slip of paper

Murdoc plucked at the guitar and stared at the paper. Stuart watched Murdoc. He was really good at bass.

Stuart stood in the doorway and leaned on the doorframe, he could really use someone like Murdoc for the music competition "your really good" Stuart smiled

Murdoc jumped slightly and shoved the piece of paper into his jacket pocket. "Uhhh... thanks..." he replied after he realized it was just Stuart.

"You should join a band or something" stuart grinned, hinting heavily "about before, I just got mad with everything, and I should have took it out on you, what I mean is.im" "HEY STUART! You ent hanging around with that freak are ya!" "Forget it!" Murdoc growled, grabbing his bass and storming past

The guy who had shouted laughed as Murdoc walked past him. He stop laughing when Murdoc slammed them against the wall. Instead of punching him, Murdoc let him go and walked off.

"You shouldn't be so mean" stuart exclaimed "he's had a hard time and he still is" "bah! I don't care for freaks, or they're groupies" the guy scoffed. Stuart glared at him one last time and followed Murdoc silently. He knew that he needed to tell him about the competition...and get him to help. But he'd only do this once Murdoc was okay again.

Murdoc walked across the school playground. He so badly wanted just to go home. Even if it meant getting the beating of his life. He wished his mother were still alive, he wished shed left instead of making threats. She would look after him. If only she wasn't dead

Murdocs eyes filled with tears as he remembered her and the night of her death played like a video through his troubled mind.

He sat on the grass and shook his head "Stop being such a baby" he hissed to himself. Andrea sat down next to him "hi Murdoc" she beamed!

Murdoc sighed. Andrea thought for a while. "So...how's it going?" she asked. Murdoc looked over at her:

"Yea.its okay. You?" he muttered, looking at the floor "yep! Things are great! But, where did you stay last night?" she questioned. He didn't know what to say "At..." he paused. She looked at him, expecting an answer. Was he supposed to just say 'at a graveyard' like it was usual? No! But what would he say? Andrea knew he had no friends...

"Just, around" he muttered, unable to think of a excuse "stuart offered." "I know, but... I cant, im going back tonight anyway" "but your dad! He'll kill you! "Yeah...but what is there to live for..." Murdoc turned away from Andrea and with one last sigh; he walked away down the street. "Murdoc wait!" she gasped, running after him. He was so hurt, so. Emotionally destroyed. "You cant. Just. Do this!" she cried He spun around quickly to face her. "Well Why Not! My life sucks! No one will care, or even notice! The world will go on!" "Stuart. He wouldn't be able to carry on" she muttered, grabbing his hand tightly "I don't care about the stupid little face fuck!" he growled, trying to pull away"Stuart.he wouldnt be able to carry on" she muttered, grabbing his hand tightly "i dont care about the stupid little face fuck!" he growled, trying to pull away

"He cares about you!" She pulled him back. He was now staring into her eyes. "He would be miserable... and he would blame himself..."

She put her hand to his face and ran a finger along the deep scar that cut into his cheek. He sighed and pulled her hand away. "It doesn't matter, ill just go home"

"It does matter! Murdoc, listen to me!" she yelled. Murdoc could see how mad she was. "You CAN NOT go back there!" "Why not?" He knew why. Jacob would kill him, but he didn't want to be seen as some kid without a home. And it was parents evening tomorrow, he could at least slip it into a conversation. More like an argument. And suggest that if he wasn't doing well. Jacob could make him pay Andrea sighed deeply. "Murdoc...please. Just don't go back there. Stay ANYWHERE but back there...Please." She was now practically begging.

"I have nowhere else TO GO!" He protested. Andrea shook her head "yes you do! You have Stuart's, you could even stay at mine!"

"No... I can't!" with that said he ran off. Andrea sighed again. She knew it just wasn't her job to tell Murdoc what to do. She would have to let him go...

But she couldn't help but wonder where he was running to. He realized he didn't know either. He just wanted to get away as far as possible

Murdoc ran, and continued to run down the dark streets and alleys. His legs were completely numbed; he couldn't feel any pain at all.

Stuart sat at window. He was worrying too much, or at least that's what he kept telling himself. His mother kept coming up and down the stairs asking him what the matter was, or if he wanted anything

"Do you need anything Stuart?" she questioned. He shook his head slowly, telling her he was fine. She turned around hesitantly and walked off and down the stairs again.

He continued to look out the window. he was suddenly distracted when his cell phone started the vibrate angrily. he picked it up and pressed the green answere button "hello?" "Stuart!" came Andrea's voice. She sounded really stressed. "Ello Andrea, wot's wrong?" he asked. "It's Murdoc! He's going to go home, and get killed!"stuart jumped up from his place by the window

Sorry for such a long wait people, as I said before there where a few problems but they have been sorted and looks like everythings back on track

xx- monkn