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Murdoc 1{Haylo}

Murdoc #1

Murdoc, attractive fellow in his forties. Not that his age matters anymore. He can be a decent person.... Once in a while. Quite an alchoholic though, not that it's too bad. It's really his depression that drives him to drink as much as he does. He'd rather, more than anything, forget most of the things he thinks.
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A twist in the road, the screech of a wrong note played on a guitar, scents and sounds of goats.. You caressed a knife in your hand, the blade gleamed in the pale light. All you had to do was make your way down the path and..

Dream faded into reality and I slowly woke. I hadn't grasped the idea that the goats were all a dream just yet, and swung a hand through the air, feeling my fingernails cut into something soft and warm. Screams brought me out of my half-dream, and I sat bolt upright with a furious Murdoc staring over at me.

"What the hell was that for?! Look at me! I'm bleeding! And on my tattoo, oh. What a shame...." Murdoc only complained about his lovely body art, and how there would be scars over it now. He didn't sound too angry that I had scratched him. Not really.

"Was it the same dream? You know you CAN explain to me WHY you keep attacking me whenever I get near you? Hm? 'Cause I'd really like to know why." He crossed his arms and stared at me with a very displeased look on his face.

I shook my head. "Fine Murdz.. Have you ever had a dream where you knew you were supposed to do something, but the dream wouldn't let you? I'm supposed to kill goats in my dream, because I hate them I'm guessing, but I can never get to them... I almost do, but then I wake up hurting you...."

He looked off thoughtfully. Maybe at the pile of hats next to his bed, and he gave off his awkward, crooked smile. "My darling satanist, Nik! I se-"

"Satanist?"

"The dream is telling you to make a bloody sacrifice! You are the same as I am now, love, bird of a feather now and forever. Join me, we can be weird satanists together! You don't HAVE to have as much rum as me, but if you like... And you can be mine, I can be yours."

"Mine..? Wait, YOURS? I'm not sure if-" I was silenced but Murdoc's shoulder being forced into my gut as he picked me up and carried me to his room. Not the Winnebago, but the room he uses for all his satanic rituals and such. He dropped me softly on the ground, gave me a regular steak knife, and pointed to a few smallish goats he had pinned up.

"Now, love, it's your turn." And he licked my cheek before nudging me off to make a kill.

I rushed off immediately, lashing out at the first goat I saw, my vision went completely red and all I thought was 'blood'. The first few kills went well until brain decided to calm me down, and I kicked a weak goat over. Murdoc helped me to paint a pentigram and the floor with the blood of my victims, and together we sat. Together we were, and always will be.