2D's ears were straining for any noise. He swore he could hear her crying. Or maybe that was Murdoc taking control of her. He pressed his hands over his ears and tried to block out the sounds he thought he was hearing but that didn't stop his imagination. Every time he closed his eyes he could see the disgusting things that pig was doing to Elle.
He considered running after them. He would be her knight in shining armor, busting down the door in the nick of time. She would fall into his arms and then they would find some way off of this bloody island and they would be together forever. He was half-way to the door when he heard the harrumph from the whale floating outside his window. Then his feet froze on the floor and his heart kicked into hyper drive. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and he couldn't save the love of his life.
His weakness pissed him off. He ranted and raved about it like a mad man. Elle had continuously told him how pointless his fear was. He wished he could believe it.
"You are so weak!" He exclaimed to himself, pulling at his blue hair and tugging on the skin below his eyes. "Your dumb fear of whales is keeping you from the one person you love!"
He let out a frustrated yell and fell back onto his bed. He pulled the pillow over his face and let the darkness seep through his eyes. He took a deep breath and smelled her shampoo. His breathing hitched and he began to cry dry tears. Why did Murdoc always ruin things? Elle had just taken him back. They had just worked everything out and now Murdoc had her in his clutches.
2D pulled the pillow off of his face. Slowly he sat up. He forced himself to look straight into the whale's eye as he closed the curtains, blocking the view into his room. For a second he sat on his bed staring at the curtained window. He felt a smile of euphoria crawl across his lips, he had done it. He had fought his demons and come up victorious. Nearly falling over his own feet, he scrambled off of his bed and sprinted to the door.
"Don't worry Elle," he whispered to himself, "I won't leave you."
Murdoc was still slumped on my body. His arms were still around my waist, pulling me to him tightly. He had turned his face into my neck and I could feel the fluttering of his eyelashes and the puff of his breath. I felt his fingers clench around my shirt and the scratch of his nails as the bunched material revealed an inch of skin.
I closed my eyes and thought about 2D. I wondered what he was doing. Was he thinking about me? Was he worried? I knew I would be if I was in his position.
Murdoc shifted in my arms. I felt his lips purse at my neck, kissing my skin. I flinched away from him and pulled the hair at the nape of his neck.
"What are you doing?" I murmured to him.
He just grunted and continued to kiss across my shoulder.
"Murdoc stop." I said, pushing at him. He fought against my arms, licking the side of my neck. I shuddered. Tears sprang to my eyes and I fought against him. "Murdoc please, don't."
Finally he pulled away from me. His face was carefully arranged in a mask of no emotion. He unwrapped himself from me and stepped a few paces away. I took a deep breath, wiping at the tears rolling down my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my neck; I swiped at my neck with my hand wishing the feeling would go away and knowing it would be a long time before it did.
For a long moment we just stared at each other. He was careful not to show any emotion. He opened his mouth to say something but then changed his mind and left the room. I sunk to the floor, unable to touch anything that Murdoc had. I placed my forehead to my knees and took a few calming breaths.
The door slammed open, jolting me from my calming session.
"Elle!" I heard a familiar voice shout. "Are you ok?"
I looked up and locked eyes with 2D. I let out a sigh of relief. "Stuart." I breathed.
He frantically patted me down, trying to find any imperfections or mutilations Murdoc might have given me. My thoughts went to his lips on my neck before I forced the image out of my mind.
"Elle, are you ok? Did he do anything to you?" 2D asked, cradling my head in his hands.
"Y-yes, yes I'm ok." I whispered. "He just scared me is all."
2D's head sagged forward and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God." He pulled me toward him and hugged me tightly to his body. I took in the smell of tobacco and incense and relaxed into his body. Then something struck me.
"Wait, how are you here? Wasn't there a whale following you?" I whispered.
He pulled away, a giant smile on his lips. "I thought of you. I thought of you and everything was ok." He placed a kiss on my lips and then helped me up "Come on, we're getting out of here."
I pulled away from him "What are you talking about? We're in the middle of nowhere. Do you expect us to just swim until we hit land?"
"No silly," he said; that goofy smile still on his lips. I couldn't help but smile myself. His happiness was just so contagious. "Murdoc has a submarine, and a plane, and a pirate's ship, and I think he might have a regular boat. I don't think he wanted to be trapped on this island forever."
I stared at 2D for a moment and then burst out laughing. 2D's smile faltered a little and for about the billionth time since I had arrived on the island I wondered if I was going crazy. Maybe I had starved for far too long on that boat with Noodle. Or maybe I had been exposed to too much sun. Or maybe I was just crazy and this island was all it took to get it out into the open. I needed to get off of this island.
"Do you know how to operate a sub or a plane?" I asked, composing myself.
2D's brow furrowed.
"Well, no…not a sub or a plane." He said, his face darkening for a moment. Then it brightened, "But my dad taught me how to drive a boat!"
I smiled at him. "Ok, let's go."
2D didn't make a move; he just pulled me into his arms and buried his face in my hair.
"I'm so glad you're alright." He whispered. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't."
I smiled up at him, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. "I love you, Stu."
He smiled back, "I love you too Elle."
Murdoc knew something was wrong the minute he reached 2D's room. When it was just him and 2D on the island he couldn't get within three feet without hearing 2D's echoing sobs. He assumed it would be the same when his precious Elle was taken from him but it wasn't. In fact, 2D's room was completely silent. Like he wasn't even there.
Murdoc's heart kicked into high gear. 2D was deathly afraid of whales, he had told him that in the beginning of their weird relationship. That's why Murdoc had hired that whale to watch him and if that bloody whale had let that dunce of a singer out he was going to kill it, endangered species list or not.
"Ay, Face-ache, you in there?" He called out cautiously.
There was no answer. Murdoc growled under his breath. He kicked the door open and howled at the empty room. He darted over to the window and ripped open the curtains. The whale's guilty eye was staring right back at him.
"You'd better get your bloody arse away from this island or I swear to Satan I will slaughter you and have you for dinner tonight. Get me?" He sneered.
The whale's eye widened and, quick as a flash, he swam away into the murky darkness.
Murdoc sat down on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily. He ran his fingers through his hair. He was losing it. He was losing everything, his singer, his band, his record, his girl, his sanity. But he wasn't going to give it up so easily. He was going to fight for them. He deserved all of those things. He pushed himself off of 2D's bed and sprinted to the lift. It surprised him, his agility. It wasn't like he was exactly young. He had just had his 44th birthday. Not exactly old per se but he wasn't 30 anymore that was for sure.
"FACE-ACHE." He yelled as loud as he possibly good as the lift shuddered to life.
He hated that singer. He hated everything about him. He hated the fact that he got the women when he had less brain cells then he did testicles. He hated the fact that the one woman he wouldn't mind getting to know before breaking her heart (because that's what Murdoc Niccols does) chose that fucking singer over him. He hated the fact that he hated 2D so much. But he couldn't help it. He just had so much hate.
"FACE-ACHE, YOU'D BETTER GET YOUR ARSE BACK DOWN TO YOUR ROOM OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL—!" Murdoc paused, what was he going to do? He couldn't kill him because he needed him. He couldn't do anything to Elle because he…he what? He loved her?
Murdoc groaned and slid to the floor of the lift. God, love was so confusing. That was why for years his one rule was bang 'em and ditch 'em. Don't get attached and especially don't fall in love.
"Elle." Murdoc whispered, closing his eyes and wishing things were different. He heard the lift doors ding and then slide open. When he opened his eyes his creation, his monster, was staring at him. One hole in her head and a gun in her hand.
"Android." He said stupidly. "Noodle."
Just at that moment he made a split decision. Forget the next platinum album. He had a majority of the songs recorded. He could get rid of that singer and the heartbreaker that followed him around like a love-sick puppy. He didn't need them. He didn't need anybody. Murdoc took a deep breath and when he exhaled he had gotten his sanity back.
"I don't care how or where," He said, his voice eerily deep and calm. "Kill them or I'll dismantle you and throw you in the ocean."
His creation took one long look at him, and for a moment he thought he saw pity. But of course not, she was a robot. Robots don't have emotions. He was about to tell her again, scream it at her, yell it at her, whatever got through to her but she nodded once and turned smartly on her heel. He heard her lock her gun into place as she walked away and he knew that neither 2D or Elle had a chance of surviving.
And Murdoc was ok with that.
So I might possibly have a way to end this thing. Yay! I actually know where this thing is going now. WOO.
Anyhoo, I don't know about you guys but my summer is coming to an end. So you know what that means. Not as many updates, which isn't that bad since I've been kind of slacking on my updates lately but it'll be a lot harder for me to update especially with AP and Advanced homework as well as parents breathing down my neck about grades and how much time I spend on the computer. So I don't know when I'll be able to update when the school year starts up again but don't worry. I'll work some time in somewhere. Maybe weekends. That's what weekends are for right? For teenagers to have a life?
School for juniors (like me) and seniors starts on the 12th but I'm in this club LINK, they help out the sophomores and new students so I will have to go into school on the 8th and 10th for orientation from noon to like five or something and then the 11th is the sophomore's first day (which I have to be there for) and then the 12th is my first day. Not to mention I've been going to school every day since Tuesday this week because of journalism camp at my school. God, I really don't want to live at my school but apparently with my schedule I'm going to have to. Bluh.
But on a lighter note, I have a car to drive to said school. So I don't have to ride the stupid, smelly bus. And I can go to sonic afterwards, yay me! :)
So stay classy, I will work on another chapter of Love You So Much These Days because I'm really liking where this is going.