Chapter 2

(2D's POV)

I started to get worried when Murdoc started messing up more and more chords. And even more worried when he stopped in the middle of a song, he always plays till the end, no matter what he's listening to. I knocked in the door, asking him if he was alright. The music just got louder, so I knocked on the door again. Then I heard a familiar sound, something I hoped would never come from the other side of this door. The sound of a gun being cocked.

I tried to push the door open, only to realize it was locked. "Murdoc, open 'dis fuckin door!" No answer. I through my body into it, trying to knock it down, or ion it with force. When the old wooden frame finally gave out, and the door fell in, I wash shocked at what I saw.

Murdoc, holding a gun to his head, with tears streaming down his face, his mismatched eyes refusing to look at me. His arm went limp as he dropped the gun, letting it fall to the ground and bounce under his bed.

"Shit, Murdoc, what 're ya doin!?"

"Get out."

"No! Murd-"

"I said, get the FUCK OUT!" he screamed, the music still blaring in the background.

"No!" I yelled back, actually wanting to help him. "I'm not just gonna leave ya after seein' ya with a pistol to ya skull!"

"Why not?" he asked, turning the music down enough for us to hear each other. "Everyone else seems so willing to leave me. My parents left me, my friends all left me to die in jails. Why do you care so much? Why can't you just leave me like everyone else and let me end it all!" Tears streamed down his face faster.

"Murdoc, how many drinks have ya had, are ya drunk already?" I asked calmly, hoping that I could blame the liquor on all of this

"I'm sober you idiot!" That's a first. "I wanted to be sober when I did this..."

"Why 're ya doin this Mudz?"

"There's nothing left. No family, no friends..."

"I thought I was ye friend?" He just looked at me with a mixture of anger and sadness in his slowly drying eyes.

"... And the person Im in love with could never love me back..." He was in love? Is this really what he's like when he's sober? So truthful and nice... Well not as mean. Nice was kind of a stretch. Who does he love?

"Noodle-"

"It's not fucking Noodle you idiot!"

"Well Paula was a pretty huge bitch-"

"It ain't Paula neither... It ain't even a girl..."

"Oh..." Oh!

"If you even think about me and Russell I'll cut off ye feet."

"Than who do you claim to love? And how do you know they don't love you back?"

"Not important."

"Right now, everything is important, you just tried to fuckin kill off ya'self! What can I try and help you?" I asked carefully.

"... Ya could hand me that gun again-"

"I'm not giving you a gun!"

"... I was just gonna take the bullets out. I wan' ya to take the gun, keep it, keep it away from me... If you really care that much about my miserable life, than you can help to... Not let me kill meself..."

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I remember that day like it was yesterday... I still remember it so clearly, even if it was so long ago. It was way back when we weren't on this horrid island. I still think of that gun every now and then. Every time, wondering what could make him so depressed he could actually try to do it. He gave me plenty of reasons sure, but none should have lead to suicide like it had. I'm glad I took the gun away, I just want to know what he did with the bullets?

I also wondered who he could have loved...

He hasn't really talked to me much. I never really see him at all actually. He just keeps me here, caged in the bottom of this plastic beach, guarded by that whale. I hate the whale almost as much as I now hate the smell of plastic. I never see people anymore, and there's no way to contact the outside world. The only way I know Murdoc's even still alive is because he keeps playing a sweetly sad tune on his bass repeatedly. Sometimes I'd even heard a sad hum come from down halls, as if he was trying to put words to it. Every sound made sounds so far away...

I honestly do want to help him. I know he beats me and calls me names, but sometimes I deserve them. I'm not even as mad as I may seem about being kidnapped, my life was starting to get routinely boring anyways. This was like a new adventure, even if it's not a very good one. Besides, I can't really blame Murdoc, I think he's broken inside. Broken in so many ways.

My bought a were interrupted by Cyborg opening my prison's door.

"Murdoc finished a new song. He requested I get you to sing," her electronic voice reminded me of noodle so much, I missed her. This robot didn't like me, I might even go as far as saying she hates me. I would have easily went with her willingly to see Murdoc, to see anyone really, but she felt the need to hold her arm gun to my back as she pushed me into the elevator. I stumbled to stand as the elevator stopped with a jerk. "Move," she demanded as soon as the doors opened. And so I did.

The smell wasn't as bad on the studio level as it was in that basement, if anything it smelt like a bag of chips. The plastic of the bag and the salt of the chips, though the salty smell came from the ocean outside. It was also warmer. The basement was so cold...

We stopped in front of the door, and I just let her push me in and lock the door like she does every time we go through this. She then guarded the door. Murdoc faced away from me, angrily scribbling, what I assumed were lyrics, in a notebook. I couldn't help but notice his black turtleneck, that covered his body, and his tight leather jeans. They both matched his boots, and they both clung nice to his body tightly. I could tell he had been loosing weight from the lack of food left on the island, I was getting pretty skinny too. I could also tell he had gone through another bottle of scotch this morning. The room smelt like it, and so did he the closer I got to him. His small amount of facial hair probably already smelt like smoke because of the cigaret in his mouth.

"The fuck 're you standing there for?" he asked me, already angry. "Get ta singin', ya twat."

"What 'm I singin'?"

"The music's right here, you'll figure out how it goes," he mumbled, still slightly angry, hanging me the paper of printed lyrics he had written terrible notes on, expecting me to know what they meant. I could understand to a point, but I still didn't understand how the tune went. It just had the title called 'Broken' and oddly spaced lyrics. Murdoc started messing with the recorder and control panel trying not to look at me, handing me a mike and saying he'd signal me in. He started up the music. I recognized it beastly, that sweetly sad tune. I watched the sad look on his face as he started off into nothing and moved his hand to the beat before pointing at me to start singing.

Distant starsCome in black or redI've seen their worldsInside my head

They connect With the fall of manThey breathe you inAnd dive as deep as they can

There's nothing you can do for themThey are the force betweenWhen the sunlight is arising

There's nothing you can say to himHe is an outer heartAnd the space has been broken

It's brokenOur loveBrokenIt's brokenOur love

Is it far away in the Glitter freezeOr in our eyesEvery time they meet

It's by the lightOf the plasma screensWe keep switched onAll through the night while we sleep

There's nothing you can do for themThey are the force betweenWhen the sunlight is arising

There's nothing you can say to herI am without a heartAnd the space has been broken

It's brokenOur loveBroken

I watched his lips moving and his face relaxing somewhat as I sang. We both know he didn't have the voice for singing, especially something like this, so he just stayed silent, quietly moving his lips along with the words. Then it all stopped. I stayed silent, and so did he, as he turned off all the equipment and saved the track.

"First try, terrific," he seemed to say in a forced happy tone. " looks like we won't have to do this song again, and you can go back down by the whale-"

"Murdoc," I accidentally interrupted.

"What," he asked, going back to sounding angry.

"I... I don't like it down there... It's scary and... And lonely."

"Scary? Down there is scary? So staying in the same room wit' me isn't scary? Have you forgotten all the things I've done to you 'nd your life? I would expect ya to be terrified o' someone like me... You're goin' back to the basement, and don't you dare ask evea again!"

"Can I at least ask you a question?" I asked as he walked me to the door.

"What," he asked as his hand held onto the door knob, sounding less mad and more curios to what I would even ask.

"Who did you love?"