"You still haven't told me what you want to do, Luv." Murdoc remarked, briefly taking his eyes off the road and looking over at Cameron. They were sitting in the Geep, racing along a near deserted stretch of highway. Cameron had no idea where they were headed, and she wasn't too sure Murdoc did either. She put the bottle of wine to her lips and tipped it upside down, emptying some of the the sweet, fruity liquid into her mouth.
"Hmmm. I want to go somewhere quiet. Somewhere nobody else goes so we can be completely alone." She implied with a filthy smile. She put a hand on Murdoc's inner thigh and slowly moved it upwards, stroking the sensitive area with her thumb. Murdoc groaned inwardly, hands tightening on the wheel.
"I know just the place." He said revving the vehicle, accelerating it to a breakneck speed. He stared straight ahead, his face completely blank except for the intense look of concentration it held. Cameron took it as a challenge and moved her other hand up Murdoc's chest, eventually letting it come to rest gently gripping the base of his neck as she leaned in to give it a long kiss. He tried in vain to keep his attention on the road, slightly tilting his head back to give her better access.
"I've been thinking about this a lot." She said briefly removing her mouth from his rough skin to whisper into his ear in a deep sultry voice.
"Me too." Murdoc said through gritted teeth. Her hand was slowly working his groin, rubbing and cupping it in a tender caress. The Geep swerved dangerously across the lanes, whipping it's preoccupied passengers around.
Murdoc took a white-knuckled hand off the wheel and reached under Cameron's dress beneath her underwear, rewarding her actions with a teasing massage of his own. He exerted just enough pressure to make her breathe heavily and grind herself harder onto his hand in longing. A raspy moan slipped out of her lips when his finger stroked her length, hole to clit. "F-f-uck." She spat out, a small spasm shaking her body. Murdoc grinned, pulling away and licking his fingers, tasting her lust, before putting the hand back on the wheel and once again focusing all his attention on the road. Cameron pouted and removed her hands from him as well, reaching for the wine bottle and taking another swig. She dangled it in front of Murdoc's face and he took it in his mouth, guzzling almost half of it. Cameron took the bottle back and drank from it again. "Are we almost there?" She asked impatiently. Murdoc nodded, turning off the highway and onto a dark side street. The lights from the main road faded away and a dense forest seemingly sprang up out of nowhere on either side of the Geep. Tall fir trees loomed over them and Cameron began to wonder where they were going.
After a few minutes, a clearing appeared ahead of them with what looked like a small, run down factory in the centre of it. A giant, ominous sign reading, "PRIVATE PROPERTY, DO NOT ENTER" was stuck into the ground by a path leading to the building. Murdoc brought the Geep to a screeching stop and took the key from the ignition. At once, heavy silence descended upon them. "What is this place?" Cameron asked curiously.
"It's an abandoned glass manufacturing plant, Luv." Murdoc casually replied, getting out of the vehicle, then adding, "It's about as isolated as we're gonna get."
"How did you even find this place?" Asked Cameron still clutching the wine bottle as she too stepped out of the Geep and followed Murdoc up the long path towards the building.
"Used to come here when I was younger with my mates to sacrifice cats to Satan." He said with a grin, the upper corners of his mouth seeming to curl all the way up to his ears.
Cameron rolled her eyes. "You're fucked up, you know that, Murdoc?"
Murdoc yanked her arm, pulling her close and forcefully pressing her body up against his. "Yeah, and it's one of the reasons you find me so irresistible, ain't it, Dollface." He growled, leaning in to take her bottom lip in his teeth and nipping it roughly. Cameron's hands slithered under the fabric of Murdoc's shirt as she trailed her nails up his wiry back, blinking slowly and looking at him. Her eye makeup always seemed to be smudged, giving her a tired, junkie look. "Let's go in then, yeah?" He asked with a mischievous smile, his sharp teeth shining menacingly in the moonlight.
After ripping away the boards that covered the entrance, Murdoc and Cameron went inside. Cameron found herself in a large run down room with a high ceiling and broken windows that scattered the light from outdoors onto the grey cement floor. There were huge machines and conveyor belts organized into neat rows, rusting and falling apart from years of neglect. Cameron's footsteps echoed eerily as she followed Murdoc down one of the rows, finally coming to a metal door on the far wall. Murdoc opened the door, holding it for Cameron and walking in after her. Now they were in a completely empty room, about half the size of the one they'd come from. It's cement walls were completely covered in graffiti. Cameron noticed a large pentagram on one of the walls with the initials M. N. near the bottom righthand corner of it. Murdoc came up and stood beside her. "Peaceful here, is'nit Luv?" Cameron nodded. It was peaceful.
She sat down on the cold floor, leaned back on her arms and looked Murdoc. He was standing slouched against the wall lighting a cigarette, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. His eyes were on the ground, but didn't appear to be focused on anything. He smoked in silence, occasionally flicking the ash off the butt of his fag. "HELLO!" Cameron suddenly shouted, cupping her hands to her mouth, the sound loudly echoing off the walls. Murdoc jumped. "HELLO! IS ANYONE THERE?" She continued shouting. Murdoc smiled, recognizing the opening lyrics of M1 A1. Cameron sprung up and sauntered over to Murdoc, seizing the cigarette from his mouth and taking a long drag. "It's creepy in here." She stated, exhaling the smoke from her lungs. Murdoc merely nodded, still staring off into space. "Are you okay?" Asked Cameron, "You're not saying much."
"Yeah Luv, fine. Just thinkin', y'know? Been a while since I've been here. Brings back memories." Murdoc said in an uncharacteristically soft voice, dropping his cigarette and stubbing it out with the heel of his cuban boot. Cameron didn't realize it, but the years during which Murdoc came here were not very pleasant ones. He'd spent many nights sleeping in this very room of the factory to avoid his father's cruel, unprovoked wrath. When he noticed his father angrily tossing empty liquor bottles at the wall, he knew it was time to go. Sometimes though, he didn't leave in time. Unpleasant recollections came flooding back to Murdoc and he took the wine from Cameron's hand, finishing the rest and vehemently tossing the bottle away. He was starting to sober up and he needed something to make the pleasant numbness return. She gave him a worried look but decided not to press the matter. If he wanted to open up to her, she knew it would have to be on his own terms. She instinctively reached for his hand, fully expecting him to yank it away. However, he let her hold it, an intimacy which he did often allow.
Murdoc cleared his throat, finally coming out of his trance, irritated he had let his feelings come to the surface. "'Ey, you got any drugs on ya?" He asked hopefully.
Cameron shrugged and smiled. "Always." She reached into the pocket of her jacket, pulling out the small plastic bag containing her recently replenished stock. She went over the familiar motions of crushing the pills and neatly arranging them into lines. "After you." She said generously, "You look like you need it." Murdoc smiled gratefully and expertly railed the pills. There were some things, he thought bitterly, a person never forgot how to do. Cameron went next, snorting the other half of the lines. She signed contentedly. Murdoc began to feel the drug's warmth growing inside his body almost immediately. He lay down flat on his back on the cool concrete and closed his eyes.
Cameron lay down next to him, resting on her side and studying his face. He didn't have attractive features on their own, but somehow when put together, they were flawless. They were Murdoc: the crooked nose, green skin and thin mouth. Now, his usually scowling face was relaxed and almost completely blank, except for the slightest upturn of the corners of his mouth. After a few minutes his eyes flickered open and he sat up. Cameron could see that he was feeling the effects of the pills, and she was too. The beautiful euphoria and feeling that everything was perfect and wonderful enveloped her mind and body. The perturbed thoughts that usually plagued them both had dissipated into the divine, fuzzy glow.
"I've always wondered," Cameron mused dreamily, looking at the pentagram on the wall, "where satanists are supposed to go when they die."
Murdoc cocked his head. "Well Hell, of course."
"Hmm." Cameron said.
"Why do you ask?"
"I've just always wondered." She replied. "I think about death a lot. It's interesting."
"Where do you want to go when you die?" Murdoc asked with raised eyebrows.
Cameron bit her lip, trying to think of how to verbalize how she felt on the matter.
"Well," she started, "when I was little and I went to church, I always wanted to go to heaven. The way the pastor described it sounded lovely. Like the feeling that I get when I'm like I am now, drunk and on drugs. Of course, I didn't associate it with that at the time. But who wouldn't want to spend eternity like this?" She looked down and frowned. "Chances are, though, Heaven is bullshit. Just something people believe in because they're too cowardly to face the nothingness of death. If that's what death is, I mean, I don't really know. I don't think there is any way to know until you've died. That's the way I see it, anyway. I guess that's why I find it so interesting…" Cameron trailed off, thinking that she had probably started speaking in unintelligible drug-induced ramblings. "I guess you're not afraid to die, are you?"
Murdoc snickered. "No, I'm sure there'll be a smashing welcome party for me when I get to Hell. Should be a blast. Are you afraid?"
"I don't know." Cameron said unsurely. "I don't think so, I just hate not knowing. Sometimes I want to die just to find out."
Murdoc smiled. "You're charming when you're morbid, Luv." He chuckled sarcastically, having had enough serious talk and trying to bring back the lusty mood from earlier. Cameron winked, eager to comply and scooted her body over to his. He put his arm behind her back and pulled her closer to him so that they were touching, facing each other. He heard her breathing speed up in anticipation as he rubbed his hand up and down her side before removing her jacket. Cameron felt his warm mouth sucking on her collarbone and his hands wrapping around her waist. He turned her body around so that she was facing away from him and she could feel his growing hardness poking into her from behind. Murdoc's hands snaked between her legs, kneading the mound that connected them. It was only covered by the thin material of her dress and underwear, allowing her to feel every slight caress and causing her to squirm against his touch, gasping quietly. He moved the hair from her neck and pulled its skin deep into his mouth. Cameron dug herself forcefully into his groin in return, hearing him growl into her neck in response.
She rolled over and got on top of him, placing a thigh on either side of his hips and bending back on her knees, kissing his jean-covered bulge. Her long, tangled hair covered her face like a curtain, hiding the expression of lust etched onto it. She moved her body back up to melt into the crevices of his and ran a hand through his hair, letting it come to rest at the back of his neck. Murdoc abruptly thrust himself upwards, hitting her most sensitive parts and causing her to moan loudly. He engulfed her open mouth in his and rammed his tongue into it, nearly choking her. She reciprocated, kissing back before dragging her tongue up the contours of his jawline and nibbling on his earlobe.
Murdoc had just pulled Cameron's dress off and thrown it across the room when the pair was suddenly awakened from their world of pleasure by the sound of approaching police sirens. Cameron jumped off Murdoc, running to retrieve her dress. "What the fuck?" She yelped, hurriedly stepping into her clothing and pulling her jacket onto her shoulders.
Murdoc sat up straight and shook his head. "Dunno, Luv. Must be some sort of motion sensor security system or somethin'." He muttered. "Never used to be one." He stood up and reached down, adjusting the erection that was painfully straining against his pants.
"We have to get out of here!" Cameron shouted, completely panicked. She could hear footsteps approaching the front of the building. "If they see us they'll probably search us and then they'll find my Oxys." Murdoc's eyes widened in alarmed realization and his eyes frantically darted around the empty room. The sound of the police's heavy footsteps could be heard, entering the room next door. Their only means of escape was a small window on the back wall of the building. It would be risky, but they had no choice.
"C'mere!" Murdoc whispered hoarsely, motioning Cameron over. He picked up the empty wine bottle and whipped it at the window, luckily shattering it on the first try. He boosted Cameron through the window first, then struggled through himself, cutting his hands on the shards of glass along its frame.
They ran wildly across the tall grass, Murdoc clutching Cameron's wrist with his bloody hand and practically dragging her along. She glanced back, seeing the decrepit factory getting further away in the distance. For once in her life, she felt a tinge of distress caused by running away from something rather than her usual satisfaction. She realized that she hadn't wanted the moment with Murdoc to end. For the first time in many years she had been more or less content. They finally reached the Geep and the two sank into its seats. Cameron let out gasping, relieved laughter. "Go! GO! DRIVE!" She shouted, hitting his arm and grinning, out of breath. Murdoc chuckled maniacally and floored the gas pedal.
"Where to now, Luv?" He asked with a devilish smile. "Want to go rob a museum? Set something on fire?"