A Ton Of Short 2doc Fanfics

It gets cold

Murdoc's POV

I used to think that the whale, Rudy, was a great idea. I mean, I'd have company, and 2d would live in fear. Great, right? Wrong. So horribly wrong. I never see the dullard, and I always heard his crying echoing through the empty halls of the beach house. I'd drink and drink and drink...just to forget the guilt I felt for hurting him.
Its not like I wanted to hurt him, but I got a thrill from doing it. And I didn't plan to stop. Why should I? Just as I got lost in my thoughts, I heard a shrill squeal, and a thud from downstairs. 2d must have either
a) had a nightmare
Or
B) he saw the bloody whale.
I sighed and got into the lift to go and calm down the boy. After a shaky, unstable ride down to the basement floor. The lift doors opened, slowly. I stepped out and my footsteps echoed with each step I made in my boots. I got to the door, and forced the metal to move. Every time I tried to open the door, which wasn't too often, it showed more and more resistance. I always got a knot in my stomach every time I approached it, in fear it wouldn't open again.
When I entered the room, the heavy door slammed behind me. I cringed at the coldness I was enveloped by as I entered the loft. I looked at the bed, where I was expecting to see the boy, but he wasn't there. Instead, I saw a shock of blue hair from under the bed.
"I' yer t'at bloody wayol, go away!" 2d screeched, closing his eyes tightly.
"I's jus' meh"I sighed, bending down to drag him out from under the bed.
"DUN'T TOWCH MEH!" He screamed in horror, as I touched him. I jerked my hand away, pulling it to my chest.
" 'ey! 'Ey! Colm down, faceache! Ah 'ant ta 'elp yea!" I growled, looking at him.
"M-murd-doc...a-ah 'ant t-ta..." He sobbed, trailing off.
"Yea 'ant ta whot?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Ah 'ant ta leave..." 2d croaked in a small voice. Pathetic, really.

2D's POV

"Yea aren't leavin'. Yea know t'at!" Murdoc snapped, dragging me out from under my bed by my hair.
"N-no! Le' meh go!" I cried as he pulled me forth. He saw blood, I knew it by the sound of his breath stopping. I tried to hide my blood-soaked hands, but he took them, quickly.
"Whot tha bloody 'ell is t'is?!" He shrieked, squeezing my wrists. That's when he must have felt it...he moved his thumb and looked at my wrists. "Dullard...." He gasped, I could have sworn there were tears in his eyes.
"A-ah said ah 'anted t-ta leave..." I whimpered, closing my eyes. "I-i' ge's cowld... Too cold..." I let tears roll down my cheeks, I felt so defeated.
"Yea ca' leave tha loft, stu..." Murdoc whispered, his voice cracking.
"I's too late. " I gave him a sad smile, as I realized I didn't have too long left. I was loosing too much blood. "Ah love yew..." I closed my eyes