I feel like I'm always apologizing for taking so long to update .'' Sorry for any typos in advance, school has been hell and I haven't gotten a beta reader blah blah I know I'm bad. T.T Well, here tis. Read and review~
Murdoc:
The telly drones on monotonously as you sit on the bed, bottle of whiskey in hand. You haven't bothered to clean up the mess, nor have you bothered to shower. Which you probably should since you've been too lazy for the last couple days. Most people would find that unbearable and disgusting, but somehow it doesn't bother you at all. They can sod off. Wankers.
You reach over to the nightstand, picking up your pack of cigarettes. Its that pack, you realize, turning it over and over in your hands before flipping open the top and plucking one out. You toss the pack onto the bed beside you without closing it. You search for a lighter, but none is to be found.
It's like déjà vu all over again. Your memory takes you back to when he—yes he—offered you his lighter. After you'd beat the shit out of him. In this memory he is very much male. Well, in all other memories except, that one. Your brain is confused and distraught. But whatever, where is the little shit anyway? Kinda disappeared. He's been gone for quite a while, you decide. You wonder if any of the others have seen him, so you make your mind up to check. Groaning, you get up from the bed, tucking the cigarette you have failed to light behind your left ear, before finding your pants and tugging them on, not bothering to button them before opening the door with a creak as you slip into the hallway.
It's only a few steps to Noodle's room, so you make up your mind to check there first. You don't knock, but luckily she's just sitting on the floor nomming some snacks and playing Assassin's creed. You attempt a smile. "Ey, you seen 'D?" She looks up and shakes her head. "No. Last I hear he was with you. But I see him leave I think, now that you say something…"
Fuck.
Leave?
Where?
"Great," you mutter sarcastically through gritted teeth. Noodle tilts her head, the hair in her pigtails flopping to one side.
"Why you worry?" She asks. Her tone sounds confused. Fuck, do you really have to explain? Maybe something vague…
"Uh, cos yea, we were chillin' and he all up and left…" Your attempt at a lie is so pathetic.
She raises an eyebrow. Clearly not buying it. Maybe she knows something.
"I think no," she says blankly, shaking her head, and continuing to press the buttons on the controller.
Okay, something's up. And you intend to figure out what it is. "Hey don't fuck around. What's goin' on here?!" you say a bit too loudly. Noodle seems unphased. Oh shit. Is everyone just used to your yelling? It's a few minutes before she responds. "I not sure. But he goes out. Not to be near you." She goes back to playing the game, assorted stabbing sounds echoing amidst the walls.
Well then. She knew he was going out. But why didn't she stop him? You glance at her, and suddenly notice she's…crying. Crap. Was it something you said or did something happen that she isn't telling you? You sit down next to her, draping your arm around her shoulder, and leaning in to whisper, "Hey, what is it? Where's Stu?" She shakes her head, dropping the controller to the ground and wiping the tears away hurriedly. You gently hug her, being as careful as possible. You're still under the influence of alcohol, so you don't exactly trust yourself entirely. But you're sober enough to know something is going on.
She turns to you. She looks scared. Her lips tremble as they spill the softest of words, "I should have helped him. Hold him back. Not go. He in trouble maybe because me." You look down, panic creeping in. You grab her shoulders, accidently knocking her down onto the floor as you hover above her.
"WHERE. Where is he?" Your voice is low and tense.
Noodle closes her eyes and shakes her head. You realize this is quite a compromising position so you back up a bit, sitting back on your knees. "You got a light?" You decide to ask. She rolls her eyes, pulling out some matches, striking one as you place the cigarette you've been keeping from its perch behind your ear to between your lips. Bringing the tiny flame to the tip of it, you puff it a few times and then take a deep drag. Fuck. You really want to get stoned right now. But this will do for the current moment. Tilting your head back, you exhale the stream of smoke upward toward the ceiling before making eye contact with the guitarist. She sighs before responding.
"Club. Not sure though. You know where he like to go?" She tilts her head slightly, awaiting an answer. You don't have one, sadly. Your plan, though? Search every club in the goddamn city.
"Let's get goin' then, " you say blankly, standing up, floor creaking beneath you. She does the same, slipping on some shoes and a bright red jacket.
And just like that, the two of you are out the door.
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