2D had left to go find Murdoc because the woman was getting upset, jabbering at me in Spanish. I apologized before getting up and walking out to go find them. I walked fast, turning the corner of the hedge and seeing Murdoc on the ground, curled in the fetal position. I stopped, his eyes were cloudy and unfocused.
"Murdoc..?" I asked quietly. He lifted his head and looked at me for a moment before closing his eyes.
"He has Ache-Face…" he moaned, curling tighter. "He has Ache-Face." He repeated. I bent down next to him, panicked.
"Who has 2D? Murdoc-chan! Tell me!" I said frantically. "What happened?" he just shook his head and buried his head in his arms, body heaving with dry sobs.
I saw no point in hassling him for information he couldn't give me, but a knot of dread was in the pit of my stomach as I sat down next to him, laying a hand on his head and running my fingers through his hair. "It's going to be okay Murdoc." I whispered, standing again, and walking over to the Jeep to get the wallet to pay for our meal.
I looked down at the driver's seat and saw something peculiar. A knife… but it wasn't a pocket knife; it was a huge buck knife, with the words Jacob Sebastian Niccals carved in sloppy letters on the handle. I picked it up and dropped it almost immediately onto the asphalt. It had burned me. Murdoc turned his head at the clang and stared at the blade, looking at it as if it were God coming to damn him strait to eternal punishment.
"We need to leave." He said, standing up, slightly shaky.
"Where's Stu." I asked. He shook his head, eyes narrowed.
"Not right now Noods." He sighed, I stomped my foot from irritation.
"No God dammit! Tell my NOW Murdoc Faust Niccals!" I almost shouted. He didn't look taken aback at all, he just slumped his shoulders.
"The Boogieman… he took 'im. Took 'im to 'ell." He said, in a broken voice, looking back up at me. "Noodle, we need teh get back teh Kong."