The perception of Hell, as most people tend think of it, is a place as far as the eye can see with nothing but flames and shadows at ever corner. And everyone knows it's unbearably hot, but thats a given. But you never really do know for sure do you? No one has come back from Hell telling you what it's like. I'm sure that what we may think of it might not ever come close to the real thing, and as far as I'm concerned you probably wouldn't ever want to find out.

"Murdoc, Murdoc help me! Where were you when I needed you, how could you let this happen?"

He sat up and looked around the room nearly out of breath. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he swallowed hard. Noodles hurt voice haunted his every thought anymore, and it was always blaming him. Russel blamed him, 2D blamed him. He wouldn't be surprised if the whole world blamed him. He threw the tattered blanket from himself and picked up the walky talky on the nightstand. He didn't even know what the point was, he never got one answer, but hope still had the advantage.

"Noodle, com' in lov', please answer me, I need t' know your alrigh'!" He said actually expecting an answer. Static only answered him. He groaned and slammed it down on the table, nearly breaking it. The eerie silence around the car park and around Kong in general was really beginning to unnerve him. He looked around the nearly deserted studio and sighed. It had all been put on him to go and find Noodle. The assumption that she had been drug to hell had eaten away at every one of his nerves. Which she had. Russel threatened to beat him to within an inch of his life if he hadn't found her, no such luck. He'd searched the deepest recesses of hell in search for the girl, but she was no where to be found.

That had been three months ago.

If she hadn't been in hell, then where was she? She wouldn't have just deserted them. That wasn't what they'd agreed upon. The plan was as everyone knew it, as the windmill went down in flames she was to parachute off the island and land safely somewhere else and come back by the end of the day. Was that so hard?

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and walked over to the kitchen. It hadn't been cleaned since three months ago. He groaned again. Everything seemed to revolve around the missing guitarist. His world seemed to stop when Noodle went missing, and everything was skipping like a broken record. He always kept that walky talky on, always. It was his bit of hope, that if Noodle every wanted to get back, or she needed help she would use her walky talky, but who knew if she even had it anymore. Opening the refrigerator and pulling out an out of date beer he slammed the door and walked back over to the couch. Twisting the cap off with his teeth he chugged the stale beer.

He glanced at the clock. It was only 3:30 in the morning. Sleep didn't mean much, it wasn't like he could get any decent sleep anyway. 2D and Russ were probably still asleep, lucky them. He'd taken to sleeping in the studio rather than the Winnebago where the hell hole was, he just couldn't do it. He just couldn't bring himself to go back to the hell hole, something was holding him back and he didn't know what it was exactly. Could it have been that he was scared? No, Murdoc Niccals didn't get scared, not of hell anyway, he loved hell.

Russel didn't dare speak to him, neither did 2D. They both leaned on the fact that when Murdoc actually brought back Noodle, then there would be words exchanged between them.

Stupid sods.

He didn't need them. They never did anything that made him want to bow at their feet. Taking one more swig he just sat there and stared at the walkey talky as if expecting it to do something extraordinary, but it remained silent as always. He just sat the beer back on the table and laid back down on the couch and pulled his tattered blanket back on himself as a chill ran up his spine. He closed his eyes and tried for sleep as it pulled at the back of his brain.

"Muuurrrddoooccc, what to come out an' play?" An unmistakeably demonic voice drawled from the speaker of the walkey talky. Murdoc bolted up and stared at it wondering if his sleep deprived mind was playing a trick on him.

"I know you can hear me!" It drawled again breathing out on every word as if saying everything with an 'H'. His eyes widened and he took up the walkey talkey in his hand and mashed the button once before letting it go.

"ANSWER ME!" The voice bellowed making Murdoc jump and nearly drop the talky

"Wh-who is this?" He asked timidly, surprising himself with his fear.

"We have what you've been looking for the whole time, say hello to 'im girly." On the other end screaming could be heard in the background. Murdoc's heart sank, he knew that scream from anywhere.

"Wot 'ave you done to 'er, she'd bet'er be safe or I'll-"

"You'll do what? We're already in hell, where else is there to go?" It cackled sending another chill up Murdoc's spine.

"Listen yo' fuckin demon, yo' do anything to 'er befor' I get there and I swear you'll wish for something other than 'ell!" He growled into the talky trying to calm his fear. The demon just laughed again, taunting Murdoc.

"Noodle I'm coming Love, 'old on for me!" He yelled hoping she had heard him. He swallowed and clipped the talky to his belt and ran to the door leading into the car park.

This was his second chance, and he wasn't about to blow it.