A/N: Hey! So here it is, I finally got Murdock's POV up haha. Thank you to EVERYONE who reviewed, you guys are all so sweet, I started tearing up ;) But thank you, really, I don't think I would have posted this as quickly as I did without you guys. A really special thanks to HeartMurdock345, just for being a really awesome fellow Murdock writer to talk with. If you haven't already read her stories, they are AMAZING. Seriously, she's such an amazing writer :)
Well, here we go. Please read and review, thanks a million! IYD24
Murdock POV:
"Colonel Smith, this court has been unable to recover any direct order from General Norris for you to conduct the mission for which you're being tried…"
The court room was dead silent except for the boss man trying to plead with the judge. I still couldn't believe it; it was over, we were over, everything was just…over.
We'd been a team for so long; I could still remember the day we all met. I was in some mental hospital in Mexico, a real run-down of a place. I'd finally escaped from the psychiatric ward, chuckling to myself for 'borrowing' a doctor's outfit. Ironically, my plan almost immediately backfired when I ran into Face, who was coincidentally looking for a doctor.
It was fun though, getting to play doctor on B.A., stitching a lightning bolt in his arm. He was just like that boy in those wizard books everyone was always talking about. Unfortunately Sally, one of my nurses, had to come in and ruin all my fun. I sniffed the air, which smelled distinctly like gasoline. Reminded me of the previous week when I had tried reviving an old pick-up… didn't turn out so well. The smell got stronger around Face, and I really wanted to know if he had gas on him. I knew they were both rangers, I thought maybe they were up to something awesome. I got a blowtorch (Lord-knows why there was a blow torch in the check-up room) and ran it near Face's arm. I smiled as I saw the orange flames light up his whole sleeve. I knew he was the one that smelled like gas! Rangers were the most interesting people you'd ever met, I was proud to be one myself.
Of course then I realized B.A. didn't take to kindly to my piece of artwork on his arm. He swung his arm up to my neck, boy was he strong! My eyes got real wide then, as I tried backing up out of the room. Just as my vision started to get a little blurry around the edges, Hannibal comes up and gets B.A. off of me. I couldn't help but chuckle mischievously at Face and B.A.'s expression as they yelled at Hannibal. He turned to look at me, and then something changed.
I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen from anyone before: acceptance, respect. He knew I was a ranger and that I was the best damned pilot in existence, crazy or not. I was so happy to get out of that place that I would have hugged him right then and there if he wasn't a CO. We ran out and found a helicopter in no time. Everything was perfect, except that we almost lost Bosco trying to escape the other copter, I don't think he'll ever forgive me for that. The rest of the guys grew to enjoy my flying, or at least it didn't scare the hell out of them anymore… most of the time.
88 missions later, here we are. We were the closest team I'd ever seen, like a family. We all knew each other, and it was like we were all one person. If someone got injured, you could bet your ass we would do everything possible (and maybe even something impossible) to get them out of there safely. We loved each other, and nothing could ever come between us. Not Hannibal's jazz, not B.A.'s temper, not Face's women, not even my crazies could keep us apart.
My mind drifted back to the mission, which still played over and over again in my head, whether I wanted it to or not. We were all laughing, care-free, Hannibal saying, "I love it when a plan comes together." Everything was perfect, the nightmares were far away, the hallucinations were nowhere to be seen, I was with my closest friends watching our General drive up. All of the sudden, BLAM! The car explodes right in front of us. We all were stunned, it was like a dream. All I could do was yell over and over as we frantically looked through the burning car for our friend. Then we turn around, and some bastards are trying to steal away the plates! They make off with a good chunk of the money, and we race back to the box to get them away from the rest of it. Then, just when we think things can't get any worse, BOOM! The box explodes right in our faces! We're all thrown back as fake money starts falling from the sky. It'd have been any man's dream, money falling from the sky, if it wasn't the last thing in the world we'd ever see as free men. I stood there, frozen, I couldn't even think. My face stuck in a look of shock. I didn't say a word, I couldn't, the whole truck ride back.
And that led us back to here, to this hell-hole of a court room. I had been twitching the whole time, I couldn't stop it anymore. Morrison's death, our arrest, Pike's betrayal, it was all eating me up on the inside; I was right on the edge. Face was getting real scared, he was angry at Hannibal for not seeing this coming. BA looked at me while Hannibal was trying to say we would get Pike and clear our names. Had he lost his mind? Was he making some plan? I didn't say anything as we drew our attention back to the judge. The boss man was trying to plead the judge to put all of the blame on him. Facey, of course, automatically objected, saying we were all involved in the operation; at least one of us was staying sane through this whole ordeal. BA responded saying that he didn't want to be tried separately either. I didn't miss a beat to follow him,
"I refuse to be tried separately, sir." The voice that came out sounded like it belonged to someone else. It was clear, scared… small. My throat started to tighten at the end, and I cut off sooner than I wanted to. My eyes started to get wet as the judge gave out our sentences; separate, maximum security military prisons for up to ten years. This meant another loony bin for me, and not even the VA where I knew some folks. I would be alone; no Face, no BA, not even Hannibal for ten whole years. They were stripping us of our military ranks as well, all of them. We were dishonorably discharged.
As they ripped off my badges, I fought hard to keep my breath steady, I couldn't say a word. I had nothing left; no friends, no ranks, no sanity, nothing; just this vortex of insanity that I felt inside the back of my head. I heard BA mutter something next to me as they took away the rest of our team's badges. The other soldiers came over to take us away. I backed away from them; they were mean men, handling me like I was some lunatic. I held up my finger, trying to be steady,
"Don't touch me, do not touch me." I spoke low and threateningly, something I didn't expect from myself. Face pushed past BA to try and get the officers to back off. Everyone started talking at once. People were yelling, talking, arguing; the judge kept banging that damn gavel against his desk. Hannibal hung his head down in defeat, and I just couldn't take it anymore! The men rushed up to us again, grabbing my arms,
"Okay, get off me," I said angrily. I tried to move away again but they just held me tighter, mumbling words like "crazy moron" or "psycho". That was it; that was the last straw. I lost it; I slammed against the guards as hard as I possibly could.
"Let me go! GET OFF OF ME! GET YER HANDS OFFA ME" I screamed, kicking my feet off the ground, flailing wildly. I didn't want to go with them; I didn't want to go back! Face ran towards me, but was stopped by more of those soldiers. He tried climbing over them, he tried to help me. As he tried to save me he screamed at Charisa,
"Happy? Are you happy Charisa?" I barely hear him over my own rage. I whipped from side to side, desperately trying to throw the guards off of me.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I SAID STOP IT!"
"Hannibal, control your men!" I heard the judge yell. Everyone just kept talking louder and louder. I was getting dragged out of the room, quickly. I screamed over and over in fear, terror, anger. The room around me blurred with darkness and I couldn't see any of them anymore. All I could see were these creatures with terrifying red eyes trying to hold me down. They mocked me, smiling with razor-sharp teeth.
"HANNIBAL! I DON'T WANT TO GO! GET OFF OF ME! FACE! B.A.! HELP!" Tears streamed down my face as I caught glimpses of them trying to get past the creatures blocking their way. Face was nearly throwing punches as he cried out in despair. I let out a growl as my vision went red. I clench my teeth, kicking one of my captors in the shin. He dropped to his knees with a grunt as I bit the other one's arm. I punch another creature square in the face before three more things jumped on top of me,
"LET GO OF ME! STOP IT!" They kept holding me down and staring me down with those terrifying red eyes as two others tried to force a straight jacket onto me.
"AAHHH! NO! I WILL NOT WEAR THAT DAMN THING! LET ME GO!" I yelled in a deranged voice, growling and screaming the whole time, punching and biting anything that I could. I couldn't let them take me away. I hated the mental hospitals; I never wanted to go back. They hurt me there and shocked me and gave me medicine that made nightmares worse than the ones I already had! Somehow they got that damned jacket on me and I yelled out even louder. The jacket was burning me, the creatures all laughed as they swarmed around my face. Their red eyes looked like they were on fire as my mind started going at a thousand miles an hour.
I thrashed away, again and again, screaming so hard my throat hurt. One of the monsters swung their claw at me and I grabbed it, wrestling it off of his hand. I held it up in a defensive position, watching carefully as the other creatures crawled towards me.
This was it, I had a chance now. I looked past them just in time to see my colleagues' horror-stricken faces. I looked at them desperately before the biggest monster of all lunged at me and bit me in the neck. I gasped in pain as my neck started burning, my whole team just looking at me. Why couldn't they help me? Then they got real high up as I felt my head hit something hard, and the whole room started to blur again…
And then everything went black.
I couldn't see anything and I couldn't move. I could feel though, I felt my hair being pulled back, it hurt like hell. Somewhere in the darkness I felt something hit my face two, no, three times. That hurt too, real bad. Then I heard someone screaming, but I couldn't quite hear what they were trying to say. Then, right as the darkness was about to swallow me up, I heard my name. Not Captain, not Howling Mad, not even Murdock, but my actual name,
"James!" I didn't know anyone even knew my real first name, besides Hannibal of course. I tried to open my eyes, but they felt so heavy. I caught one last glance of a pair of bright blue, beautiful eyes staring at me, before the darkness came back and I couldn't fight it anymore. My eyes shut for good and everything disappeared…
Face…B.A… Hannibal…I need you… Help me…
A/N 2: And there we have it! Please tell me how you liked it, and if you think I should fix anything. And one more question, I have another Murdock POV scene, again from the movie. It'll be a different story (obviously), do you think I should post it? Sorry I keep asking, I just don't want to post something no one's going to read, you know? Thanks again for taking the time :)
