murdoc x reader

part 47

You groaned and made your way over to the grand piano. "Do you have a marker?" You asked, sorting through the many pages of music you would need to learn. Murdoc chuckled a bit and shook his head, arriving at your side. "Why would I 'ave one on me? And why would ya need one?" You glared up at him from the corner of your eye, meeting his dark pupils with yours. "To mark on the piano where to play. I don't know how to play on my own." Murdoc scoffed, as if you had even once said that you knew how to play anyways. You rolled your eyes and looked back at the music. "Can't someone else just play the music for me to sing with? I know you have more people here... I'm not an idiot, Niccals."

He began to tap his foot, his arms crossed and his brows furrowed. "Aagghhh... fine!" He exclaimed, throwing his arms up in defeat. "Ah'll get someone to play for ya... but, you'll be recordin on different days."

You exhaled through your nose and nodded. "Fair enough. When are we recording my singing?" You turned your body to his fully this time. He bit his bottom lip and pondered for a bit, before settling on, "This evenin'. No iffs, ands or buts." With no clocks handy, the only way to tell when it was evening was to look out the windows and see the sky. Which horrified you. You scratched your forearm as a nervous twitch for a moment, but then realized you couldn't exactly say no to your kidnapper. "Okay. Are you going to leave me here to practice, or what?" Murdoc shrugged and started to slowly walk towards the door. "If you break anythin, or try to leave, you'll be meetin Cyborg. The hard way." You snickered and cocked a brow. "What the fuck does that even mean?"

He chuckled and stepped out into the door frame. "Disobey me and ya gonna see." And then he left. And you were alone... again.

You got up and walked around the room, taking your time to look at every instrument he had there. You played around with a few guitars, drums and ukuleles, when something important dawned on you. Could you find a way to escape? "I mean... what's the use of telling me not to try it there's no reason to try..." you mumbled to yourself, wondering if it would hurt that bad to dive into the sea through the large window wall. You sat on the couch facing it, contemplating. You rested your elbows on your knees, your chin on your fists. "I can't swim that fucking far." You groaned. You slowly got up, looking at the door. You tapped your foot on the floor, trying to form an escape plan in your head. You could try and help the other people here. No way Murdoc and some silly robot, he claims to have, could stop so many people. Or you could sneak out, tell the cops. Then again, he could snitch on all of the robbing you had accompanied him with years ago. You inhaled in through your nose, and exhaled out through your mouth. "What if I... do leave out of that door. I have nothing less to lose," your words faded off to nothingness as you approached the door. Quite possibly your one chance of escape. Without a second thought, you opened the door and crept out into the hall. You pressed your back against the wall and looked both ways. No one. Your breath shaky, you placed a hand over your mouth to try and help. You began to walk towards the right: the way you two had come from. You could hear the distant sound of music in the distance, where you assumed Murdoc was. So you decided to use that sound as an indicator of where to go and what to do.

On your tippytoes, you continued down the hall to a spiral stair case and an elevator. You chose the stairs. You went step by step, being as quiet and careful as humanly possible. Halfway down the stairs, you heard someone behind you. Your heart jumped into your throat and your face caught fire. Fuck fuck fuck... but you didn't dare turn around. You continued down the steps... and so did the person behind you. You sped up, your mind running and your heart trying hard not to explode. You were making noise, but now you were sure someone, or something, knew you were leaving. So your cover has already been blown. Once you reached the bottom, you realized where the staircase had led you. Murdocs living room. And there he sat, whiskey bottle in one hand and a remote to a large television in the other. On the screen was the 19-2000 video, blasting throughout the house.

The steps behind you grew louder.

You took off towards the kitchen, running behind a counter and frantically opening the drawers. "Knife... please a knife..." You repeated, trying not to lose your mind every time you glanced up at the door way. "Plea..."

"What the bloody hell are ya doin?" A wave of relief flooded over you. At least it was Murdoc and not whatever the fuck was behind you. But the relief washed away as soon as you realized you didn't have an excuse. "I uh..." the bottle of whiskey still in his hand caught your eye. "I'm looking for a bottle opener! I want a beer... yeah! A beer is nice. Those are good. Beer, yeah." Murdoc let out a hearty chuckle and walked towards you, his hips swaying. "Should've jus' said so, ehhehhnehnn!"