FUCK. Where's that little brat at when I need her to tell me I'm hallucinating?! Murdoc 'thought' to himself.

I've got to be hallucinating. Satan, God, whoever, please, let me be hallucinating…

He couldn't shake the chilled feeling in his soul. He was scared. Satan wasn't on his side, God certainly wasn't on his side… He was fending for his soul and a way out of Hell in a territory where no forgiving higher powers existed. He was not only dead, but in Hell. It was only a matter of time before the bigger, more terrifying demons of Hell came to get him. And he'd feel every scratch, bite, and stab they would apply to his body.

It ends here… Always thought I'd died in a much cooler way than this.

This is my fate. I can't run away.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Even if I could, I wouldn't run away. I deserve this. And I don't deserve to run away. I've run away from my problems all my life.

It hurt to say it.

My lies have finally caught up with me…

The bassist's eyes shot back open.

No, this isn't right. When I hallucinate I feel… Fuzziness. Like now…

His body jolted as he came back into reality. Noah, Ethan, and Jayden were beating him senseless with the lead pipes from earlier. They weren't invisible like they were when he was hallucinating.

He rolled onto his side and curled into a ball, getting an idea.

With perfect timing, he grabbed the pipe from Ethan and snatched it out of his hand. He got up as quickly as he could and swung the pipe his way, bashing Ethan in the head. He collapsed to the ground, dark blood spilling from his head as he dissolved into the ground.

Noah lunged at Murdoc. Murdoc tripped him so he'd fall onto him. Gripping his head, he jerked Noah's head to the left with all of his strength and snapped his neck. He disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Jayden tried to break his pipe, but was struggling in doing so. Murdoc took this opportunity to knock it out of his hand and hit him on the head with the one he held in his hand.

An ear piercing scream coming from the blunette echoed throughout the empty lot to the punk club.

"2D!" Murdoc shouted as he ran towards the source of the scream.

He found the singer tied to a tree behind the building.

2D shook his head frantically. "Get away from here! Hannibal's waiting for you!"

Abruptly Murdoc was pinned to the building.

"I knew you'd come back little brother. You always follow me."

"I'm getting' real tired of your shit Han." Murdoc said and kicked the elder Niccals where it hurts.

He yelped. "OW YOU LITTLE PRICK!"

Murdoc quickly ran over to 2D and untied him. He looked to his left and saw that the door reemerged. He and 2D made a run for it, only to be stopped by Hannibal.

Hannibal took his lead pipe and swung at the band members, both of them just barely dodging the attacks. 2D ran off to the side and grabbed the abandoned pipes.

"Murdoc, catch!" He tossed the extra pipe to Murdoc, who caught it flawlessly.

Murdoc proceeded to guard himself and attack his brother with the pipe all at once. Hannibal pushed him hard enough to have him fall back on the ground. Hannibal straddled the bassist.

"Why are you trying? You know I'm stronger than you." Hannibal hissed. He knocked the pipe out of Murdoc's hand and grabbed his wrists.

"You're not fucking stronger than me!" Murdoc growled.

Murdoc struggled with his brother until 2D blindsided Hannibal and hit him on the head. He slumped down to the ground.

"Funny…" He panted. "I… just said you were… weak, and… you insisted that you weren't… but yet, you had… to be saved…" He laughed and coughed up blood.

Murdoc delivered the final blow to get rid of Hannibal for good.

MEANWHILE AT WOBBLE STREET

Noodle sat at the table. Her eyes were blood shot red, her face stained with tears, and she looked a good ten years older. She grabbed a couple of tissues from the box sitting next to her and blew her nose. She sat on the phone.

"Still no leads?" She asked in a shaky breath.

"No. I'm sorry ma'am, but there's nothing we can do. We can only sit and hope a lead comes in soon."

Noodle simply hung up, burring her face in her hand and crying softly. She felt a hand on her shoulder, making her flinch, but she quickly relaxed.

"We'll find them soon." Russel said, sounding unsure of himself.

"But what if we don't?" Noodle choked out.

"I'm sure we will." A lie.

"They've been gone for over 2 months…" And with that the guitarist cried for the fifth time today.