The past few weeks had went quite well; Murdoc had showed his songs to 2D and played the bass parts for the ones that were at least half way completed. He loved the delicate tone the boy's voice could hold, usually the sessions would end with talking, or they would end in sex. He was beginning to fall into the pattern quite easily; he rarely got angry with the boy. There were moments he'd smack him in the back of the head if he'd ask something extremely stupid, but it was rare. Besides 2D didn't seem to mind him hitting him too much, the first couple of times seemed to shake him, but after that he just took it.
Today wasn't as interesting as the other days though. The singer had decided to run out, he had made a few phone calls, and said he needed to run out for awhile. Murdoc thought it was odd, but didn't really care enough to ask about it. Instead he took the opportunity to get into the bottle of whiskey he'd found buried under a pile of dirty clothes while he searched through his usual porn sites. He clicked into a link for one video that interested him, but instead of a video he got an advertisement instead. He was about to exit out of it until he really looked at it.
There was a photo of a large building on top of a hill; he could barely really see the building in detail because of how dark the photo was. It almost looked like it was dark there all the time, it was a stupid thought, but that's what he felt while he studied the photo. He began scanning through the words where the person who posted it rambled about hauntings and finally about the owner needing a renter…He looked for a price, but couldn't find one….There was a phone number though; Murdoc got up from the chair and went over to the couch searching until he found the phone right where 2D had thrown it before rushing out of the house. He dialed in the number and wondered if anybody would even pick up; it seemed like some kind of virus, or a hoax.
The phone didn't even get a chance to ring once before somebody picked up.
"Hello, um yeah I'm callin' about that ad of yours on the internet." Murdoc said slowly wondering if he was even talking to anybody.
"Yes, yes the ad, are you interested in the house?"
The voice was that of a man, he sounded old, frantic, and horrified.
"Err…Yeah, how much do ya want for it?"
"Nothing, just meet me at the address…It's on the advertisement, the place is yours. Goodbye."
With that the line went dead. Murdoc held the phone away from his face and looked down at it curiously, he was still trying to figure out the conversation he'd just had. He went back to his computer and looked at the address, he wrote it down, and clicked out of the windows he had up.
A couple minutes later 2D came into the house grinning, he kicked the door shut behind him. He flopped down on the sofa and looked over at the bassist.
"Wot are you so happy about?" Murdoc asked as he went over and sat next to the blue haired man.
His hair had been navy just a week ago, but now it was a sky blue. He wanted to question it, but it'd only be more confusing if he did.
"I got back togeth'er wit Paula, isn't tat great?" 2D said excitedly
Murdoc looked at him for a moment, he felt annoyed, and frustrated.
"Plus she's a real good guitarist; she said she could be in our band if you want her to be."
The bassist nodded slowly.
"Tat's great, so she can really be in yer band den?"
"Yeah….Yeah sure mate, yer girl can be in the band….I thought you weren't getting back wit her though, what happened?"
"Well she called my mum and asked about me, she gave her the number, and she called me. Den we went out today and talked a bit, she said I kinda look cute dis way, and she said you seemed alright. So she said she'd give us anotha' chance and I told her about te band and everyfink. It's great isn't it, we got a guitarist, and I got my girlfriend back too."
Murdoc leaned back against the arm of the couch and glared at the younger man who was completely oblivious to the look.
"Yeah real great dullard….I'm gonna be going out in a bit, found a place online for us to move into….The two of us and yer bird there."
"Great, how much does it cost den?"
"Not real sure, guess nothing actually…Guy just said to meet him at the address and it's mine."
2D tilted his head to the side.
"Tat's kinda odd ain't it?"
"Yeah I suppose it is….Still we need a better place than dis, especially with yer girl movin' in with us….Well I'm going to go, I'll be back, or not if he kills me or something…" Murdoc mumbled as he pushed himself up off of the couch and quickly made his way out of the flat.
He slammed the door behind him and gripped the keys tightly in his hand. He began mumbling obscenities under his breath as he got into Stylo slamming the door shut hard enough to jar the whole car.
Part of him hoped the guy on the phone was a total whack job; he could use an axe to the head right now. He hated that girl and he hated how stupid 2D was to get back with her, she was just getting with him to be in the band. If he had any sense in that empty blue head of his he would have realized that, but he was too stupid.
Murdoc took a deep breath and began looking for the address more closely. Well at least his band was closer to being completed now; all he needed now was a drummer.
He finally pulled up to a tiny shack out at the end of an abandoned road away from everything. It looked nothing like the place he'd seen in the photo, great he was going to get robbed, raped, or killed. Hell why not just be brave and say all of the above?
He grabbed his knife from the dashboard shoving it into his pocket before he got out and made his way up to the small building that didn't look big enough for anybody. He pounded his fist against the door hoping there would be a good explanation behind all of this.
The door swung open revealing a rather small tired looking old man. He looked up at the bassist through blood shot eyes; he looked like he'd seen Hell.
"Alright mate what in bloody hell is this about, this ain't the place from your little picture." Murdoc growled angrily
He put his hand in his pocket ready to stab the bastard if he had to, mostly just because he was pissed off.
"N-no it's…The house is in America, I'm staying here in England you see….It's yours…It's yours…See I have the keys…It's yours, you just have to go see it with me so I know you're serious about taking it from me…That's all, is that alright with you?"
"America, you want me to fly all te way to America just for a stinkin' fuckin' house tat may not even exist? I gotta go wit you den, if you're lyin to me I swear I'm cutting you."
The old man began nodding frantically.
"Yes that's right….Tomorrow morning, I'll take you there. Meet me at the airport at around one PM."
Murdoc stood looking down at the old man. He looked out of his mind, bad enough he'd driven to the middle of nowhere just for this conversation, but now he had to go to another country for a house he barely got a good look at….Then again looking at what awaited him at his flat he couldn't help, but think going to America with some crazed old man for a look at some crap house was actually a decent plan.
"Alright, alright I'll go wit ya."
"Thank you sir, thank you so very much." The man said bowing before running back into his shack.
Murdoc shook his head and shoved both hands into his pockets as he walked back to his car.