Murdoc is casually strolling down the corridor. He lost the Demon from before, as it shot into a doorway and disappeared. He rounds another corner and sees another group of Demons. He smiles confidently as they turn to face him. As one of the Demons steps towards him. Murdoc sees something pink on the floor just behind the group. Instantly he sees the image of Noodles face in his mind. The Demons rush at him and Murdoc raises his fist.
One of the Demons runs face first into it, and falls to the floor. He stabs another in the eye with the machete, while elbowing another out of the way. Murdoc pulls the machete from the second Demon and slashes down with the weapon at the Demon on the floor. Quickly dispatching the last Demon. Murdoc has barely enough time to gather his senses. When he is beset upon by two ferocious Demon dogs. Their bodies scaly like a lizards, with huge eyeless heads and gaping jaws, dripping with poisonous slime.
"Oh fer fucks sake!" he snarls and charges at them, machete raised. He slashes the throat of one, sending out a hot gush of stinking blood. As he kicks out at the other. It looses it's footing on the blood of it's fallen comrade. And falls heavily on it's side. This gives the Bassist the chance to leap up onto the beasts side, and ram his machete into it's jaws.
He pulls back sharply with the weapon, cutting deeply into the corners of it's mouth. Slicing through flesh, muscle and bone. It roars with pain and shakes the Bassist loose. Murdoc flies through the air and slams bodily against the wall. The creature stands and shakes it's head, sending globules of slime everywhere. Murdoc, dazed from the impact, groans and the beast charges at him. The Bassist looks up and manages to roll out of the way, as the creature charges past him, it's head down and broken mouth agape. Back on his feet. The creature lumbers around and gets ready to charge again. Murdoc stands firm waiting. It howls and charges like a bull. Murdoc steps aside just in time and slams the machete down into the beasts skull. It stumbles and falls, twitching erratically. Murdoc rams the machete in harder, pushing the blade deeper and deeper into the beasts skull. Until finally the creature stops moving.
Murdoc spits on the dead creature, then walks over to the pink object on the floor and peels it up. It's sticky with the blood of the Demon dogs, but it's still obvious to the old man what it is. It's the sleeve of Noodles favorite jacket.
"Well. At least I know I'm headed in the right direction." he grins. Suddenly he feels a sharp stabbing pain in his back. And a clawed hand explodes from his stomach. He drops the sleeve and looks down at the hand, in pain and shock. As he's lifted high off the ground, blood pouring from his mouth. A huge Demon smiles at him as it grabs him by the shoulder and tears it's hand from the gaping wound. Tossing the Bassist back down to the floor.
"Ow. That don' half sting." Murdoc jokes defiantly, determined not to give the approaching Demon any satisfaction for the kill. "I'll be back." he adds weakly as the life fades from his body.
Back at the mouth of the Hell hole. Murdoc wakes up and looks around confused, but surprisingly no longer in pain. Regardless, he looks down at his stomach and checks for any sign of the wound. Finding nothing he breathes a sigh of relief, then suddenly remembers where he is.
"Oh right? I WANT YER SOUUULS!" he says, keeping up appearances. "And a couple of shots of Tequila." he adds with a shrug. "And a cigarette." He hangs there quietly for a moment and suddenly winces a little. "Actually. Screw all that. I just need a slash." he winces, gliding down to the ground and taking off.
An hour later. Murdoc is making his way through the cometary with a shovel on his shoulder. He looks around at the many graves and comes to a stop. In one of the books he had read. He'd come across a chapter titled "Things you can do with the dead." According to one of the sections in this chapter. If you cast the spell it showed you, on the hand of a corpse that has lain in the ground for more than a hundred years. The hand would close if Demons were nearby. He has decided to give the spell a try and is now standing in front of a couple of candidates.
"Eenie, meenie, miney... Ah fuck it!" he shrugs and starts to dig one of the closest ones up. Finally reaching the coffin far below. Murdoc tears open the lid and reaches inside. Grabbing the corpses arms he looks first at one hand then the other. "Umm? Which was it again?" he asks himself, trying to remember if it was the left hand or right? He takes a chance and chooses the left one, tugging at it, till it comes free. Then patting the corpse on the head, he grins. "Trust me mate. I need this way more than you do right now." He stands up and kicks the lid closed again. Tossing the hand and shovel out of the hole, he scrambles out himself and starts filling the grave in again. Task complete. He picks up the hand and drops it down the front of his shirt to hide it. And taking the shovel, makes his way back to Kong for a drink.
Murdoc walks into the kitchen and finds Russel sitting at the table eating a bucket of fried chicken pieces. Not particularly wanting conversation. He walks to the back door and carefully leans the shovel against it. Apart from the hand. Murdoc needs the dirt stuck to the shovel for the spell. So the Bassist is careful not to loose any of it. He then starts searching the cupboards and finds a bottle of Whiskey.
"What?" asks Russel. Murdoc stands up and looks at the Drummer confused.
"Huh?" he answers pouring himself a drink. Then immediately regrets saying even that much.
"Yah said somethin' to me and I didn' hear ya?" The American grumbles, as Murdoc sits down.
"Nah. Yer dreamin'." Murdoc replies dismissively, determined to ignore him and pulls a porno from his back pocket and starts reading it.
Needing to keep up the appearance of there being absolutely nothing wrong. The Bassist convinces 2D to go bowling with him. 2D had been making some money on the side. By singing duets with other artist for their albums. Of course Murdoc doesn't see why 2D shouldn't share some of that wealth with him. So the Bassist "Encourages" the Keyboardist to place a small bet on the outcome of the game.
A little later. Murdoc is now somewhat richer. He catches sight of Russel, suitcase in hand, sneaking out of Kong. Russels explanation of wanting to go on holiday, suits the Bassist fine. Without Russel there, he would have a much easier time going back and forth. Without having to answer any awkward questions. So he lets the large man go.
A little later. With the hand tucked safely in his back pocket. Murdoc makes his way back to the hole for another go. He levitates over the hole with a frustrated sigh.
"It would be so much easier, if I didn't have all these distractions." he snarls, folding his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. Then with an angry grunt, drops into the hole.
Noodle snaps awake and sits up. Grabbing the table leg and checking all around her for Demons. Finding that the room is still secure. She relaxes and gets up, deciding to investigate the room more closely. She wishes she hadn't lost her mobile. Although she knows that there is no point wasting her time thinking about it. She walks around the room looking at everything. The furniture in the room is covered in filthy white sheets. She pulls the sheets from them one by one. A table, chair, set of drawers, desk, another chair. In the far corner she finds another table and to her joy a radio. She switches it on in the hopes that it works. It does and she immediately begins to broadcast a message, hoping to reach Murdoc.
Two hours later. Murdoc wakes up suspended over the Hellhole again.
"Ack! This is utter bollocks!" he roars and reaches into his back pocket, grabbing the hand he took from the grave. "A lot of help you were. Betcha it was the right one. Bah!" he growls and tosses the hand across the room. It lands with a small bounce and lays there for a moment, before spinning around and giving him the finger. Then scampering off to hide. Murdoc stares at it wide eyed. "You utter bastard!" he gasps. And appeals to the ceiling. He floats floats down to the ground again, and heads off to the Winnie for a sleep.