Blue Lithium

Chapter 2: Melancholic

It had been three days since 2D had stormed out of the recording studio and things seemed to have gone only downhill from there.

On the first day, the singer had refused to leave his room the entire time, aside from getting something to eat, and even then he did it at such odd times that no one would see him.

On the second day, he didn't leave his room at all. Even Murdoc was starting to worry at this point. Sure 2D had gotten upset before but never to this degree. He had always been easily comforted by simply watching a zombie movie with Noodle, just playing some music, or having a docile talk about sunsets.

But now not even Noodle had been allowed to enter his room. The door had been locked and all attempts to talk to the bluenette had been ignored.

On the third day, the ctv cams Murdoc had installed were analysed by everyone, but they only showed 2D standing on a chair from the first day, cheeks streaked with tears, covering the camera with duct tape. It was hopeless.

The worst thing was that he kept singing that same damned song in a heartbroken and jaded tone and Murdoc was sick of it. The soft sounds echoed throughout Kong studios all day until the early hours of the morning.

Whenever he was near Russel or Noodle they would shoot him questioning looks to the point that he was starting to feel really uncomfortable.

On the morning of the third day, a strange woman with a bag came into the house, and said 2D had asked for her. Everyone looked at each other quizzically. She was directed to the singer's bedroom. All three band members craned their necks when the door unlocked and opened, but all they saw was a scarred pale hand invite the woman in.

The woman was only there for no more than five minutes, and left without a word, without her bag, but she did have an overflowing wallet.

The band sat outside 2D's door for a few minutes, and eventually heard a bottle open, and then the smell of a drug, its smoke swirling from beneath the door, making Noodle cough.

Russel and Noodle turned to Murdoc.

"What the hell happened?"

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After much pestering, Noodle eventually managed to get Murdoc to go see what was wrong. Forcefully, if he had to.

"I thought you didn't like it when I beat him up." Murdoc said.

"I never told you to beat him up. Just... ram down the door if you have to." Noodle sighed. "I don't want him to die, Murdoc. He's mixing whatever he's smoking with alcohol and it's bad."

"But why me?" The bassist whinged.

"Because you're obviously the problem." Said Noodle. She gave him one of her famous Japanese super-warrior death stares, and Murdoc could do nothing but obey.

But that didn't stop him from having a drink beforehand.

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It was about noon when Murdoc emerged from his forbidden lair. He looked disapprovingly at Noodle, who was trying to take pictures of herself with that stupid cat in the kitchen. He arrived outside the singer's door, which had raspy coughing coming from behind it, and took a deep breath.

Knock knock.

"Faceache?"

The coughing stopped.

"Can I... um... talk? With you?" Murdoc managed to awkwardly get out. He rolled his eyes. He wasn't a man for 'talking'.

Silence.

"Please?"

Still no answer.

"Okay then... I'm going..." Murdoc turned away, and started to walk to the kitchen.

He heard the door click open, then a small, timid word.

"Wait." Murdoc had never heard the singer sound so weak and hopeless before. It was disorienting.

Murdoc turned back around.

"Sweet satan, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

The drug had affected the singer quickly, his eyes were rimmed with black and yellow, his lips tinted the unhealthy pasty colour of his skin. Overall he looked pretty terrible. He opened the door and let Murdoc in, closing it behind them.

"Noodle wanted me to see if you were okay." The bassist remarked, looking around the small room. There were three empty bottles of vodka lying on the desk, paper flung around the room, and rolled up joints in a corner, most of them smoked. He glanced at the wall, and saw the ripped up poster of himself, Murdoc, covered in playing darts. A sense of uneasiness began to form in his stomach. Wearily, he turned back to his front man.

"I'm fine." Said 2D monotonously, sitting on the bed. He sounded anything but fine.

Murdoc sat down next to him.

"What's wrong with you? You even pushed Noodle out. I've never seen you do that before Faceache."

2D frowned and started at him as if he was missing something rather obvious . "How can you still not see tha' it's you?"

"What do you mean, it's me!? I didn't do this to you, you idiot!" Sneered Murdoc, beginning to feel exasperated by 2D's vague remarks.

2D let out another sob and bit his lip. "Yes... it is. It's all you. Do you want to see?"

Murdoc gave him a look, nonplussed about what he was yabbering on about.

"See what?"

2D looked up, and instead of the lost, forlorn look Murdoc had come to associate with 2D in the past few days his facial expressions seemed to have turned in the complete opposite direction, his face wearing devious, crazed smile, one the bassist had never imagined he would see on 2D of all people.

"You'll see."

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