I gripped my shotgun firmly in my hand, entering the car-park of Kong, Murdoc's Winniebago was still standing, a window was broken and it looked dirtier than I'd ever seen but it was there. A loud cawing sounded and a black thing swooped from the ceiling.
I fumbled with my gun and shot blindly in the direction of the creature, thinking of the Boogieman. The discharge knocked me over and Murdoc ran over to me, raising an eyebrow and extending a hand. "Are you okay luv?" he asked, I nodded and he extended another a hand skyward to have Cortes, the raven from Murdoc's jail time land on his forearm. "'T wos jus' Cortes Noods." He said indifferently, smiling at the sight of me sprawled on my butt.
I picked myself up and dusted off my backside, my face warm. "Right, I knew that…" I muttered, reloading my gun quickly. Muds walked over to his 'Bago, waving Cortes away to have his shotgun at full attention. He opened the door and jumped inside. I sprinted to the doorway of the Winnie to find that it was virtually unchanged inside, everything was just as messy as before.
Murdoc checked everywhere for a zombie and upon finding none, threw himself onto his bed. "Me shoulder 'urts." He groaned. I remembered that he did have an injured shoulder from that fight with the pirates so long ago. I went and sat down next to him.
"Are you going to be okay Muds?" I asked, he ripped his threadbare button-down shirt to inspect the old bandages which were caked with blood and pus. He unwrapped them, crinkling his nose at the grotesque smell of infected flesh, and inspected the wound.
I gagged at the odor but merely covered my nose to see the damage. The skin around his shoulder was purple, the deep purple of a bruise, and veins were bulging out, the exposed flesh itself was an angry red, and pus in varying shades of green was coming out mixed with dried blood. "Murdoc," I gasped. "We need to call someone to look at that." He looked at me and smiled, chuckling.
"Naw, barely feel it, nothin' a few bottles o' vodka can' fix." He said, getting up to inspect his mini-fridge, cursing loudly as he saw it was empty. "I too' it all when I lef' fer Plastic Beach." He snarled to himself.
"No, seriously, we need to get somebody to give you antibiotics." I protested. He looked over at me, bored.
"Luv, are you forgetting I'm a doctor? I can write meself me own bloody prescription." He muttered. This was true; he had gotten his PhD in pharmaceutical medicine when he was in jail…
"Just promise me that you'll get some pills or ointment for that. After we clean out the house lets go back down to Essex and get you something." I pleaded. He looked at my face and gave a grudging nod. I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. He twined his arms around my waist and moved me so I was on his lap.
His lips were frantic, full of emotion I knew nothing of. His hand slipped underneath my dress and pressed itself against my lower back. I gasped and he stopped for a brief moment before letting his mouth explore other areas.
"Noods." He breathed from the crook of my neck. I felt my eyes roll back into my head slightly.
"Hmm?" I asked, digging my fingernails into his bare back.
"I need you." He replied. I widened my eyes, pleasure flooding my mind, he needed me.
"I'm yours." I whispered, he growled into my skin and then slipped one of the shoulder straps off. My breath was coming in gasps as I felt myself move so I was on my back, lying on his bed. Murdoc was looking at me, like an animal would his prey; my eyes racked his image, tall, lanky, his inverted cross gleaming.
He slipped my other shoulder strap off and pulled it off, examining my naked form. In front him I felt shame, I didn't feel good enough. Murdoc's mismatched eyes drilled into my soul, sensing my uneasiness. "Know this luv," he murmured, taking his jeans off and pulling the covers over me as he got into bed beside as well. "I chose you, I want you." I nodded.
Something was wrong though; this wasn't as it had been before, it was different. There was no element of love. This was only lust and wanting. Murdoc just wanted sex. I fought the thought but the moment he took my innocence; no apologies, no gentleness, only rough fondling and thrusting, I knew.
I cried out in pain as he waiting a few short minutes for me to recover. "'S'lroight luv, jus' wait a few, it'll feel bett'r." he promised. I fought tears as he began to move his hips slowly.
I vaguely remembered that we were supposed to be doing at the moment but right as I opened my mouth to say so an immense feeling of pleasure rippled through my body. I arched my back and heard Murdoc chuckle.
"Move wit' me luv." He whispered. I obeyed and felt the rewards. Then I was too caught up in these new feelings to care about what he felt towards me at the moment.
When it was over with though, guilt came flooding over. I turned my face away from the bassist so he wouldn't see and allowed him to hold me. It wasn't the Murdoc I loved, this was the old Murdoc. A flitting thought in my mind wondered whether or not the old one was here to stay.
I closed my eyes and suppressed a shudder as his greedy hands traced circles into my side.