CHAPTER 2: CRUEL FATE

Murdoc sat up in the driver's seat and looked around. He was in the middle of Uncle Norm's Organ Emporium. The whole place was a wreck; shelves were strewn on the floor along with jagged pieces of broken glass. He turned around and looked in back of him; the front window of the store was shattered.

"Sweet Satan, what happened? Uhh my head….. oh yeah, I drove my car through the window. Well I did what I was intending to do." Murdoc stood up and brushed off some dust from his pants. "Phase one in creating the greatest band on Earth, complete. Now let's see…what to get?"

He stepped out of his wrecked vehicle and admired the sets of keyboards on one of the high shelves.

"Oh my god! An accident! Someone call the police!" a women screamed from across the street staring at the shop. In the distance, a wail of a siren was heard as a police car pulled up to the curb. The doors of the car opened and an officer stepped outside. "This is one major accident, I wonder what happened?" he asked as another officer got out from the opposite side. A crowd of people gathered outside, wondering what was going on.

"We better examine the store to see if anyone is in there and make sure they aren't injured." Said the second officer. They cautiously walked toward the shop and made their way to the front door. Inside, Murdoc ducked down behind his car as the police made their way inside. He had a keyboard clutched in his hands.

"Hey Rick, we've got someone in 'ere." Said one of the officers as he glanced at Murdoc. "Hmm? hey Rick he has a keyboard in his hand."

"Uh….no I don't" Murdoc stammered. He quickly put the keyboard behind his back. "Looks like we've got a raid here." The cop said.

"All right, lets cuff him."

Murdoc was taken out of the store by one of the officers, his hands binned in silver shinny handcuffs. The other officer stayed behind to analyze the crime scene. It took him a few minutes to check things out.

"All right, everything seems to be okay here. I guess we should get going."

A lifeless bloody hand protruded out from under the left side of the car. As the officer was leaving, he suddenly noticed it and gave a gasp of horror and ran out of the store towards the crowd. "OH MY GOD! Someone is under the car! Quick! Call an ambulance."

A few minutes, the illuminating lights of an ambulance flashed on the streets as a stretcher, with a morally wounded Stu-Pot on it, was loaded into the back. "This horrible" said one woman in the crowd. "Yes, it pains me to see someone hurt." Said a man. "I hope that young man is all right."

DOWNTOWN…….

Murdoc sat down at a table that was in the middle of a large gray room. The police had taken him down to the station for questioning. An officer was sitting at the other end of the table across from him. "Okay, even though you damaged private property and tried to attempt a heist, I have to ask you, why did you do it?"

"It was only to create the world's greatest band." Murdoc answered.

"I see, so that is why you crashed into Norm's. Did you know that as you drove into the store, you injured another person who was in the store at the time? They found him under your car. He's hospitalized now and is in serious condition—a coma, and his right eye has been permanently ruptured. But luckily he was not killed." Said the officer.

"Oh really? What's the blokes name?" Murdoc asked.

"I think its Stuart Tusspot. He also goes by the name Stu-Pot. He's 23 and worked at Norm's. a star employee and keyboard enthusiast he was. Made old Norm so proud." The officer told him.

"Stu eh?" Murdoc thought for a moment.

"Well you won't be sent to jail for this act. But as punishment, you will be sentenced to 30,000 hours of community service and as an added bonus; you must serve 10 hours every week taking care of the vegetablised Stu-Pot in the hospital." The officer said in a stern voice.

"WHAT! That's crazy, I'm not going to do any of that!" yelled Murdoc.

"It's this, or jail Mr. Niccals? Your choice. Plus you start tomorrow, no acceptions." Said the officer. "Its a lot better than going to trial."

"Awwww fine! If it will stop me from going to prison. If I go to jail I might loose my chance to get my band started….and if I do get my band started, its gonna be booze and chicks galore! Heh heh" chuckled Murdoc.

"All right, your free to go. Get on your way home." The officer sighed.

Murdoc got up and trudged out the door. As he stepped outside he thought to himself:

Hmmm….if this goes right, my band will be great. And that Stu-Pot, I think he has some promise after all.

Heh heh…..

To be Continued…..yet again

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