A/N: I have some bad news. My flash drive, with all the data for this story (and a few others) has taken a terrible dive and smashed into many pieces. This means I've got some re-typing to do… starting here. Things may be a bit slow for a while, or at least until I re-do the outline and type up what I've lost.

Until then here's a nice chapter on Murdock. Enjoy!

Murdock paced the small confines of his room like a caged animal. He was exhausted from his bad night, but that didn't stop him from pacing. Pacing helped him think, gave him something to concentrate on other than the voices in his head.

By the door Billy sat growling, glaring at the world. The dog seemed in a bad mood today, and Murdock didn't blame him. They were supposed to be flying right now. "Don't worry Billy," Murdock assured the dog. "Face will come- he always comes eventually."

Or He'll just ignore you.

There was that voice again. Murdock sped up his pacing, counting the number of steps it took to get from one side of the room to the other.

You know it's true. He doesn't want you anymore- he has someone better.

Murdock clenched his teeth, but didn't stop his pacing. Six steps from the wall to the bed, turn, six steps back. Repeat.

Hannibal and BA like her too. Soon no one will want you anymore. Then you'll just rot away in this prison, left to die.

Murdock began trembling as he paced. Hannibal would never leave him here. He knew how Murdock felt in here, didn't he? Face did for sure. Murdock had told him once, when they first broke him out and were trying to decide how broken he was. He had told him the rooms were too small. Face had understood.

He knows it's a prison, knows it's like the camps, yet he still leaves you here to die. You're hurting no one but yourself by denying it- Face doesn't care about you anymore.

The Camps. Suddenly his mind was filled with pictures. Images of blood and dirt, of tiny cages and broken bodies. He could practically hear the screams, feel the too tight rope cutting off the circulation in his arms. And then there was the interrogation, the pain of metal slicing into skin or the wrath of an angry guard with a Bamboo rod. And Face, so innocent and young back then. The first time the guards had brought him back he'd cried for hours, trying not to move and aggravate his injuries. It had broken Murdock to see his friend like that. Face was only taken in once more; after that Murdock did everything he could to make sure the guards wanted him, not Face. Make sure Face was safe.

Do you think he cares about your stupid sacrifices? You're pathetic, Murdock, and you know it. You're sacrifice did nothing but make you useless to the team- you're too broken to be of any real help. Nobody wants you anymore. You've been discarded here, in this cell, like all the other broken, useless people.

"Shut up." Murdock's voice was no more than a whisper, too weak to fight both the voice and the memories. His pacing steps stopped as he put his hands to his head, shutting his eyes in an attempt to block the images.

They're never coming back for you. They're going to leave you here to rot in your pathetic cell, leave you to die. They despise you for being broken, for being weak enough to crack. They didn't crack, did they? You're useless. They'll never love you, never care about you. That's why they brought you back.

Murdock's eyes shot open, wild. The room was too small. Suddenly the VA was gone, replaced by bamboo walls and hot dirt floors. There was no Face, No Hannibal or BA. He was alone, left to die again.

They brought you back to die, Murdock. They want you to suffer.

Murdock screamed, trying to drown out the harsh words. The voice only laughed at him, a dark evil sound that soon broke away into three familiar voices. They continued to laugh at him as he backed against the wall and slid to the floor. There was no escape. He was going to die where he should have with his team laughing in the background.

Suddenly there was a shout from beyond the door. It burst open to reveal three orderlies and a nurse. Murdock stared at them for a moment, his world shifting in and out of focus. Then the memories took over again and he was back, trapped in a cell with the VC.

They've come to take you away Murdock. It's time for interrogation.

"No…"

Yes. They're going to finish what they started while your friends watch. They're going to kill you slowly and painfully and there's nothing you can do about it.

Suddenly he could see them standing in the doorway, laughing at his pain. "NO!" He screamed, dragging himself to his feet. The VC in front of him looked at each other, then started forward. Murdock closed his eyes again. He couldn't let this happen. He would never go down easily- not while he could fight. Murdock suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze cold and calculated.

"Tránh xa tôi ra!" His voice cut through the air, causing the enemies to stop in their path. Murdock didn't give them a chance to advance anymore; he gave a bloodthirsty howl that chilled the orderlies to their bones before jumping straight at them. He would not die tonight.

*The Vietnamese Murdock uses in this chapter roughly translates to 'Get away from me' according to the resources I used. If I'm incorrect, feel free to tell me.