Paudoc One Shots

something sad I guess

       He never usually sang. Let alone for her. Sometimes if it calmed her down, sometimes it worked. This time he knew it wasn't gonna truly be as effective. He knew that, but he knew it was worth the attempt.

Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.

       The cut was deep and seeping it's red thick fluids all along his shirt. He hadn't cared. Murdoc panted as he ran in the hospital not daring to trip. He was panicked but wanted so much to keep a level head. She had softer sobs, weak ones at that.

In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.

       They took her in on the rolling table. Murdoc wanted to follow but was held back by two men in blue shirts. He was forced to pace back and fourth in the hallway making phone calls to people who he thought should know. He was so sure she was taking her meds. He had never been wrong about that till now.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.

       His boots clicked along the pavement as he walked off. The concrete building made of brick and stone sat there and stared at him seemingly. As if to say a welcomed goodbye. He had a feeling he'd be back. No matter, he was off to get the keyboards. Something told him he'd have to take it by force.

The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.

       He remembered the night he made love to her hardly a week after the day he first dented Stu Pot. That sort of happened for no real reason. Or at least he thought so. She just thought of him as worth it like that supposedly. She saw something in him,whatever it was, Satan bless her for it. She was the first to get it. Murdoc sighed, "Probably the last to get to know me." The mic said it out and echoed.

But no one was hearing it. They left the parlor hours ago leaving him to his thoughts.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. (You get away from me) You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. (I had to think awhile) I had to think awhile.

       The doctor came back as he shook his head. Murdoc couldn't even walk as he collapsed on the floor. The one and only time he cursed about and hated his cursed Cuban heels. He didn't sob. He just held himself up from falling over. If he'd learned anything crying was not the Niccals way. Perhaps it was more like shock, maybe denial. But regardless, he knew she was gone.

Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky. (You missed, you missed)
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye. (You missed)
When the earth folded in on itself. (You missed)
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell (You missed, you missed)
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath." (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death? (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?

       "I wasted so much time on ya...ya didn't see me as that worth it as I did you huh?" He said. Murdoc sat in front of the coffin. She was always sick, and she let her disease get her. Her own mental illness that all she needed to live where those pills. But she ways thought she could handle it without them. Murdoc couldn't even think of his last words to her. Not an argument. She seemed perfectly fine, he was only to blame here.

The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?

       "Dispite all that I can't be mad at you...I loved you...all I can think is how you hate me so much you could do this. All that and I still can't believe you even are like the others...you where family, but where not like them." He said as he put down the black and dark red roses. "I loved you Paula Cracker. Even if you hated me to where you would do this I....I still do." Murdoc caught himself sniffling.

Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. (You get away from me) You get away from me.

       As the cold rain poured on his skin he knew no one was left to see him like this. So he simply curled up, pressing his head in his knees. Then he cried. Softly. Softly sobbing and wailing in his knees. He was by himself now. Murdoc had gotten what he had always wanted. Time to himself.

Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky. (You missed, you missed)
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?

Holy shit I nearly cried writing this.