After having read everything he owns. Murdoc sits quietly on the step of the Winnie. Smoking a cigarette and in his mind, going through all the things he had read.
According to all the books. The one thing Murdoc needs is human souls. The more he can get, the better. By wrapping someone elses soul around his, he can fight and not worry about dying. By casting a regeneration spell, even if he dies, he'll always come back. So long as his soul remains in his body. The moment he looses his soul.
"Game over." the Bassist mutters, tossing the cigarette butt away from him. He takes a shot of Whiskey and smacks his lips. "Where the hell...?" he starts to ask himself. Then suddenly slits his eyes. "I wonder if me fans really will do anythin' for me?" he sneers, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Jus' can't tell 'em what it's for." he mumbles and lights up another cigarette.
Knowing that if the soul was taken, and the giver had given it with good intentions in mind. It would make the soul bitter to the Demons, and they'd reject it. Going straight for his instead. Murdoc shrugs and decides there are probably enough fans out there, that would gladly give him their soul without asking for any reasons.
"They'd be doin it with their own selfishness in mind." he chuckles. "I reckon it's a perfect plan. Can't possibly fail." Murdoc stands up and goes inside. He prepares a 'Soul jar' and grabs his machete. The Bassist psyches himself up and makes his way to the Hellhole. Ready to begin.
Standing at the Hellhole mouth. Murdoc carefully makes his way around the edge of the hole and places the 'Soul jar' on the floor in the far corner of the room, behind a large boiler. Hiding it from view. The Bassist then walks back to the hole, and draws on the energy pouring out of it. Casting a levitation spell, he lifts from the ground and floats high above the hole.
"AHEM! I WANT YOUR SOUUULS!" he calls out to the fans. Then waits for a response. Rather quickly, Murdoc finds himself bombarded with souls. The cunning man smiles, as he singles one out and sends the rest to the 'Soul jar' for use later. "You people really are stupid." he chuckles. And drops into the hole.
The Bassist feels a rushing sensation moving around him. But is surrounded by an eerie inky blackness. Without warning, he suddenly finds himself standing in what looks to be a building. His first thoughts are that, this is what it would be like to be inside the "Silent Hill" game. The only difference that the Bassist can see. Is that the walls are moving as if they are breathing. And appear to be made of some kind of flesh. The air stinks of rotting meat and sewerage. There is the sound of machinery, banging, and screeching. A continual clanging sound, metal on metal. Wailing and crying fills the air as the damned call out. Every now and then he can hear a womans sigh, followed by a sharp hiss. Murdoc begins to wonder if this was really a good idea?
"Eh? Can't be helped now." he shrugs and pulls a coin from his pocket. From where he is standing, there is a corridor that leads left, and one right of him. He flips the coin and checks the result. "Right." he smiles, pointing in the direction of the right corridor. Then the old man returns the coin to his pocket and marches down the left corridor. "Never trusted Fate. Fates what got my arse here in the first place. So I'm gunna do this my way." he grumbles and pulls the machete he brought with him from his belt.
He rounds a corner and sees a leg poking out from the wall. He stops and looks at it, raising his eyebrow. Then quickly looks around himself and back to the leg pointing at it.
"Is that a leg?" he asks himself, and scratches his head. "Heh, heh. Most people settle for a crap picture of a boat. Now THAT right there. That is art."
The leg is filthy, covered in the same oily grime that seems to be clinging to everything. It looks as though it has been cut from someone, high up on the thigh and just stuck to the wall. At about chest hight to Murdoc. It's bent at the knee and hangs there limply. He shakes his head and half laughs to himself. Then continues his journey past it. It suddenly kicks out at him, sharply catching him in the arm. Murdoc slashes at it in shock. And with a couple of powerful blows from his weapon, cuts it from the wall. It falls uselessly to the floor, twitching as if still trying to kick out at him. The whole corridor suddenly seems to breathe in. The walls bowing in towards the old man. The wall from which the leg had been attached, gushes a foul dark red substance. Murdoc leaps out of the way as the substance splashes to the floor. It oozes towards him and stops. A hissing sound follows, and the floor begins to melt away like ice touched with heat. Sending up a cloud of foul odor that makes the Bassist gag and cough.
"Ok. Acid. Note to self! Don't hack any disembodied shit from the walls." he grimaces with a cough. And leaps over the hole the acid had made.
He makes his way further along. Pushing past arms that reach out and try to grab and slash at him. Occasionally the Bassist comes across an eyeless head, wailing and snapping at him with it's razor sharp teeth. He rounds the corner and finds another corridor. There don't seem to be any limbs or body parts down this one. The old man breathes a sigh of relief. But is cautious, as this corridor is more dimly lit that the one he had just come through.
Just up ahead. Murdoc sees movement and stiffens. In the darkness he sees many burning sets of red eyes. They move closer and he tightens his grip on the machete. Suddenly the eyes step into a better lit section and the Bassist can see they are attached to Demons. Not like the ones in Kong. These Demons are tall. With long spindly legs and arms. Huge knife-like talons and teeth.
"Ah nads!" he complains as he realizes just how many there are. They hiss at him and charge. Murdoc raises his machete and starts hacking at them, as they tear at his arms, face and neck.
A lot further away. Noodle is sitting on the floor exhausted. Filthy from head to foot and unaware of the battle that Murdoc is now waging. The young girl is surrounded by the bodies of a small army of Demons she herself has just fought off. She tries to find a clean spot on the remaining sleeve of her jacket. But finds it's as dirty as everything else in the place.
"Is nothing in this place clean!?" she snaps, her anger growing by the second. The young girl tears the sleeve from her jacket and turns it inside out. Then wipes the grime from around her eyes. Feeling a little better, she stands up and tucks the sleeve in her pocket. Leaning down and picking up the chair leg that she has been using as a weapon. She looks down the corridor she has just come from. And then over at the long corridor she plans to move into. "Murdoc! Where are you?!" she calls out. Then marches down the corridor. "Demon fighting was not part of my contract!" she snarls and decides that the next Demon she finds, is going to really wish it had stayed in bed.
Murdoc is now standing one on one with the last remaining Demon. Flexing his grip on the handle of the machete. The Bassist pants heavily. The creature snarls and hisses at him. But continually looks down at it's fallen comrades nervously. Their heads, legs and arms hacked off. And spread around the wide corridor. Murdoc sees it's fear and smiles. He gestures for it to come forward. The creature blinks at him and hisses again. Then smiles like a grotesque Cheshire cat. Turns, and runs away. Murdoc blinks at the retreating creature. Surprised at it's cowardice. Then relaxes and shoulders his machete.
"Well. That weren't as hard as I thought it would be?" he chuckles. And scrambling over the bodies of the fallen Demons. Takes off after the howling Demon.
After a while. Noodle makes the decision to find a place to hide and rest for a while. She comes across a large steel door and looks around. Pressing down on the handle, the door opens. She pokes her head through the door and looks inside. The room is empty of Demons. But there are many sheet covered pieces of furniture. Against one wall is a large dresser. She makes her way into the room and shuts the door. Tossing the chair leg onto what looks to be a lounge. Moving across the room, and over to the side of the dresser. She pushes with all her might. Using it as a barrier, to block the door. Task complete, she massages her aching arms and walks back to the lounge. Once again picking up the chair leg. One final look around her, to be absolutely sure she was alone. The young girl finally drops heavily onto the lounge and curls up. Every fiber of her body is aching.
"Just a small rest. That is all." she whispers and closes her eyes. Before long the young girl falls asleep.
Just outside the door. A Demon races by, howling at the top of it's voice. It dashes around a corner and disappears from view. A few seconds later. Murdoc comes running after it. Laughing like a maniac and calling out to it.
"Nah, really! Come back! Ya big cowardly custard! Ahaw, haw, haw." he grins and disappears around the corner after it.