I know I'm dead wrong for taking so long to update DX I tend to jump form one thing to the next and start new projects as well. Life is going by pretty fast, and I barely have time to update on here and draw full pictures like I did ; A ; I will be making an update schedule, I promise!

Anyway, this story should be going at a faster pace now. And I think I've lost my touch writing, so please, forgive if I have, and tell me so I rewrite if it's not that good. Also, this is entirely in Murdoc's P.O.V.!


MURDOC P.O.V.

A little over a year has passed, and I'm still taking care of Stuart. We've had some good times. I like to throw him in the backseat and take a ride around town, maybe do a donut or two and watch him flop around like a ragdoll. He's a lot like a one the more I think about it. I can hit him, kick him, burn him, perform rituals on him, and even though he can feel everything happening to his scrawny little body, he won't be able to tell a soul. I just have to cover the bruises when his 'rents come to visit.

So, today is just like any other day. I decided to take him for a ride in a new car, since I ruined my first one by hitting him (the difference is, this one doesn't directly belong to me), and like usual I didn't secure him like I should've. I had a feeling that I should've, but I just figured it was gas. Any who, I was riding around the city when I hear a rowdy crowd of people cheering on some guy who was doing these lame car tricks, and I thought, 'Why not steal the show and get a bit of fame while doing it?', so I sped off and told the guy (who didn't look a day past 17) to move out of the way so I could show him true skill. Once he moved I did my thing, donuts, flying off of ramps, 360-degree corkscrew-jumps, you name it, I did it.

So, while the crowd is roaring like a lion in the jungle, I'm doing victory donuts, and as I spin around, this broad out of nowhere rips her top off to show me her breasts.

And damn, they were nice!

I was so busy staring at her breasts to realize I was hitting the breaks too hard, and the car lunged forward. Since I had my seat belt on, all I had to do was grip the steering wheel to stay in place and I was okay.

Stu-pot, not so much.

He went flying through the window shield so fast. He landed on the pavement with a crack, and skidded across face down for a solid two minutes.

By now, half of the crowd has driven away. The other half is trying to make sure the kid is alive.

He doesn't move. Not even to breath.

I'm positive I've killed him now…

And so, here's the end of freedom. I can kiss the sunlight goodbye, and remember not to drop the soap, because there's absolutely no way I'm getting off for fucking killing the boy.

All of a sudden, he has a sharp intake of breath. The crowd gasps.

Then, his finger twitches. He moves his hands to touch the ground, face still planted firmly to it, and rises up real slow.

Shrieks come from every which way, and even more people flee the scene. I never believed in zombies until now.

So, not only am I going to jail, but I'm going to get a chunk bitten off my body as well.

I should be running, but I forget how to move. My hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles are white.

Zombie-boy slowly turns to me. And fuck, both his eyes are gone, and half of his face is missing skin. Most would find this sight disgusting, but I find it oddly beautiful. His hair was different from what it was when I first saw him due to how fast he flew through my windshield. It was spiked a bit. It fit his face.

"…Murdoc…?" He spoke just barely above a whisper. He moved closer towards me.

"You're alive?" Dumb question, I know, but I asked it anyway.

He looked at his arms and legs, accidentally dripping some of the blood leaking from his eye onto his features. He reached up and touched his face, wincing a bit.

"…I guess." He finally said.

I sighed in relief.

He began to sway. "…I feel…dizzy…"

And he collapsed.

In a flash I was out of my car to catch him before he fell again.

I would've shouted 'Call an ambulance!' all dramatic-like, sort of like in the movies, but when I looked up everyone was gone.

Fuck faces…

A picked the unconscious boy up and drove him to the hospital again like last time. While he was in the E.R. I called his mom on my cellular to tell her he was awake.

"Mrs. Pot, Stuart woke up." I said.

"I'm serious this time. He's in the emergency room."

"…He might've gotten into another accident…"

Now she's screaming at me on the other line.

"Hey, calm down." I say. "At least I've knocked him awake."

Now she has David on the phone screaming at me.

"He's going to be okay." I lied. I honestly don't know if he will. "Just come here and wait and see."

About 20 minutes later the couple arrived.

"DAMN IT MURDOC FIRST YOU PUT OUR SON IN A COMA AND HAVE HIM OUT COLD FOR A YEAR, THEN YOU DO IT AGAIN-"

David cut her off. "Let me handle this." He said. "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU DEMON?!"

I jump up. "Okay, now let's not get all pissy." I said in an attempt to calm them down. Everyone in the waiting room stopped what they were doing to stare. "Both times were accidents. And plus, you should be thanking me. I saved his life."

"OH, SO ENDANGURING STUART NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE IS 'SAVING HIS LIFE'?!"

"Well, when you say it like that it sounds kinda bad…" I mumbled.

Rachel shook her head and glared at me.

The doctor came out. "You guys can go and see him now."

We all walked behind the doctor as she led us to his room. He was bandaged and bruised, hooked up to a machine.

Rachel gasped. She walked up to his bed and took his hand in hers. David was standing behind her with a supportive hand on her shoulder.

"My baby…"

Stuart's eyes fluttered open. "Mom…? …Dad…?"

Rachel smiled wide, but her smile faltered when she saw the condition his eyes were in. David gasped in shock. "Oh my God…"

Stuart frowned, wincing as he did so. "What's wrong?"

Rachel shook her head. "I think it'll be best to tell you later." She said. Tears were beginning to spill out of her eyes.

"Mom?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"My right eye hurts."

Rachel chuckled sadly. "I know it does."

I stayed in the corner so no one would see me.

The doctor came in. "Mr. and Mrs. Pot, it's time for you to leave. He has to rest."

The Pots left out of the room followed by the doctor. Once the door shut I walked up to the hospital bed. Wow, he looks prettier close up.

"What's wrong with my face?" He asked as he looked up at me.

I can't tell him he looks like an eyeless freak now. I'm not that much of an asshole.

"I'll… tell you when you recover." I respond.

He immediately sits up. "So there is something wrong with my face! I knew it. Why would my own mother lie to me?" He panics.

I gently pushed him back down onto the bed. "Lay down! You need to rest."

He looks me in my eyes pleadingly. "Murdoc, please tell me…"

He figure out how to stray from the topic of his eyes.

"Hey, exactly how do you know my name?"

He hesitated for a bit. "I remember you saying your name one day when I was in a coma!" He said quickly.

I don't really believe him, but because I was either drunk or drugged up for the period of time he was in a coma, I give him the benefit of the doubt and take his word.

The more I look at him, he seems a little familiar.

Before I get to ask him if we've seen each other before, a nurse walks in.

"Oh! You scared me." She breathes out. "You're not supposed to be here." She said as she led me out of the room. I turned my head around and got a glimpse of the boy one more time before the door shut quietly behind us, leaving me to wonder if I met him before and that's how he knows my name.