A/N: Sorry for the slight delay, I was working hard on this one. Um...if it seems a tiny bit too sappy, let me know and I'll fix that. This song, is called 'The Kill' by 30 Seconds to Mars. I know it's like, talking from a guy's POV about a girl but here, I'm picturing Murdock saying this to the sky, as you'll find out why in this chapter. I really hope I'm getting better and improving my writing. If you don't like this chapter, let me know. PLEASE!

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Come. Break me down
Bury me. Bury me.
I am finished with you.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

The only sound was Murdock's whimpering. As he lay his head against Face's chest, bleeding. Face was running his hand through Murdock's soft hair, bowing his head until his forehead was resting on the top of Murdock's head. "It's gonna be okay." He whispered and those were the first words either had spoken in what felt like a very long time. Murdock sniffed, his fingers slowly unlatching from Face's shirt. He lifted his face as Face moved his head, pulling back from Murdock but keeping his hand firmly on his shoulder.

"Face...they're d-dead." Murdock said in no more than a whisper and Face bit down on his bottom lip, shaking his head slowly. "We don't know that for sure." He said.

Murdock's eyes refilled as he nodded vigorously. "We saw the explosion, they hadn't jumped before then."

"We don't know that for sure."

"They're gone." The words were barely a squeak and Murdock's eyes lifted up to the sky in remorse. "I'll never fly again."

Face's eyes widened and his other hand came up to gently take hold of Murdock's chin, lowering his head so he could see into Murdock's eyes, thinking he must have heard him incorrectly. "You're not serious. Are you?"

But the man nodded again, his expression broken. "I can't. The sky...it killed them. It stabbed us in the back and betrayed us." His words hitched up and he covered his face with his hands, his shoulders shaking.

Face sighed unsteadily. "Look I can understand what you're talking about. And...if the sky took Hannibal and B.A. to their cloudy graves, then it's understandable that you'd feel that way."

Murdock snapped up to look at face, his hands hovering just under his chin and his face horrified. "So you admit they're dead?"

"That's, that's not what I said-"

"You said it! I was right, they're gone!" Murdock's cheeks turned into a highway for the fresh wave of tears and he pointed at face with his index finger. "They're never going to come back. What are we going to do? We need them...we need them." His eyes closed and he leaned forwards until he landed against Face's unmoving frame.

Warm arms wound around him, Face rubbing circles on his back as the pilot rested his chin on Face's shoulder. "We'll figure something out, don't worry. I'll make sure you and I are safe, I promise."

It felt to Face as if he and Murdock had just lost their parents, and were two young brothers, alone in the world. No one to turn to, nowhere to go. And Face felt the part of the older brother, knowing he needed to see to it that nothing happened to Murdock, and then himself. The sun hung high in the sky, beating its hot rays down on the two men.

"We need to find a town." Face told Murdock as he stopped the circular motion and pulled back slowly to look at Murdock. The pilot had a pout set, his eyes wide and wet. "We can't sit here forever."

Murdock just nodded. He let Face help him to his feet and they brushed themselves off, kicking their feet to get the dirt off their shoes and pants legs. They glanced around in different directions, figuring on the best path to take. It was all field, nothing more and nothing less, sun beating down on them from high above. Murdock was the first to point in front of himself, his body turned away form Face. "That's north. We outta go that way."

Face glanced up at the sun, seeing it was tilted just to the west. He knew Murdock was right and nodded. "Sounds good. At the first sign of civilization, we're stopping to rest and..." He had meant to say 'Bring out minds up to speed on what just happened, think through the possibilities that Hannibal and B.A. are still alive and then go find them because they could quite possibly be in trouble.' but he found himself unable to say those words as Murdock started ahead, not looking back at him as he stumbled along.

They kept pace, neither speaking. Face wanted to reach out and touch Murdock, believe he was real, because in all honesty, Face was having a difficult time believing Murdock was really and truly with him. Murdock's set expression told him he was most likely thinking the same exact thing. Face found himself battling mentally with his inner self. Did he really jump out of the plane with Murdock? Or is he only a mirage? No, that's not possible, He thought, I felt him, he was one hundred percent real. Unless...unless we all died...and this is some kind of bizarre after world kind of deal. Face shook his head rapidly form side to side, wondering if this was what it felt like to go insane.

He shot a quick glance towards his surviving friend. Murdock's shaggy hair was stringy and hanging down over his face, his hands shoved into his jacket pockets, shoulders hunched and eyes downcast. He could just walk right into a tree right now and never know it, Face thought almost sadly. He was hardly aware as his arm began to extend, going towards the pilot's shoulder and as soon as he made contact, Murdock jumped.

"Sorry." Face muttered, pulling his hand back almost as quickly as Murdock had reacted. Murdock's eyes flickered to him, almost as if he hardly recognized him but he shrugged. " 'M gettin' a little worn out," His Southern drawl was much more prominent and as long as he had known him, Face had come to figure out that whenever this happened, the pilot was feeling one of three things: He was angry, real angry, apparently making it difficult to hide his accent as he usually did. Or he was scared, terrified. And perhaps he was about to slip, hysterics making his mind articulate the way it was raised and used to, about to turn into that man the team had come to almost fear.

Face assumed now, he was scared. Or maybe, just maybe giving up. He hoped not. "We're going to find somewhere to rest. Don't worry."

Murdock gave him a look Face couldn't comprehend, almost disbelieving and somewhere, lurking deep inside, fury. That lead Face to wonder next, is Murdock had at him? He could just about feel it all radiating off of the Captain, like electric vibes that were lightly brushing Face's side as he walked along. His only and best guess was that Murdock was not made at him, but at the sky. Being the pilot he was, it was plausible that Murdock would see the sky as, above all, a traitor. Something he had trusted with all his heart and soul but had suddenly back-lashed and turned against him.

These questions chewed on Face's forefront mind and he just about blurted them out, stopping himself, but not in time apparently when Murdock noticed how his mouth suddenly opened then closed again.

"Yeah?" He asked expectantly, not bothering to look over at the conman.

Face internally stomped on his own foot and tried to cover himself up with a shrug. "Just, had a thought. Turned out to be kinda, stupid. Nothing worth mentioning."

"No thought is stupid...'less it actually is." Murdock barely glanced over at him and took in a deep breath. "However, I'm not stupid, and I can tell something is naggin' at ya. So spill or be spilled."

After shooting Murdock a confused look that the pilot never replied to, Face sighed, shaking his head slowly. "Look. This is...hard to talk about. Talking about the one thing that took...them. But I need to know. Were you serious? When, when you said you'll never fly again?"

He had not expected the sudden flash of aggravation that lighted up Murdock's eyes as they turned on him, his face contorting in a glower. It was as if Murdock had not been expecting his own reaction either, because as soon as the very mean and un-Murdock-like glare seemed to register to him, it was gone. Replaced with a look of shock and dismay, his eyes taking on that puppy look and lips trembling.

Face kept quiet, their pace slowing to a near stop. He faced Murdock and waited, as the pilot gathered his always scattered thought the best he could.

Finally, he opened his mouth. "It...it betrayed me. I had been so good to it all, the places, the sky. It was my home. I had given it all I had, all the trust I could muster up and throw to it. And I was convinced...it loved me back. That it would always catch me. But...it didn't." He sniffed loudly and lifted his face towards the blue sky, seeming to regret that action and quickly snapping his gaze to the ground. "I know, it wasn't the sky that did this. But I couldn't get the damned plane to just work. It had started failing me as soon as we took off, but I must've placed too much faith in the sky. As soon as...Hannibal...mentioned we had someone tailing us...I just knew. Knew it was about to stab me in the damned back."

He shook his head as a few fresh tears ran down his cheeks and he hastily wiped them away. Face gaped at him, feeling the back of his eyes burning a tiny bit. He closed his mouth and shifted his weight.
"Man was never meant to fly." Murdock snapped, lifting his eyes to glare at Face. The tears were gone and his eyes were red, as if he had just had pepper spray come into contact with his eyeballs. "Murdock...Murdock, you can't say that..." Face argued softly, some part of his mind fearing a sudden outburst from the man. He put his hand hesitantly on Murdock's shoulder. "You know how much you love flying."

But Murdock knocked his hand away and stepped back sharply. "Yeah, well it apparently doesn't love me back! I was an idiot to put all my trust into something, that was never there for us to trust in the first place. Our trust, belongs down here. Not up there! Only birds can trust the sky, stupid, winged little bitches!" His voice had risen to a screech and he was glaring with hatred up at the sky.

"Don't say that!" Face grabbed his swinging fists and held them tightly in his, trying to look Murdock deep in the eyes. "You know that's not how you really feel! You're just angry, and when people are angry, they shut their eyes and open their mouths-"

"Just stop it, Face! You put your trust in hair gel and combs, and so far they haven't betrayed you yet. Now when the thing you loved the most winds up killing your only friends, no, family, then you come talk to me. Until then, just leave me alone!" Murdock ripped his hands away and began stomping off, not going in the direction they had been originally going. Face felt torn between going after Murdock and trying to calm him, or leaving him and going off alone until the pilot figured he would stand a better chance with Face and go after him.

But all he could do, was stand there, dumbstruck and alone in the middle of wherever they are.