2Doc Oneshots

Heartbeat [Angst]

this isn't the type of angst where it's extremely depressing, but it is sad.

post-phase 3

oOo

It started with a dance, then it lead to more, or at least, that's what I was told. We were at a club, and I had sat away from everyone else, not being one for dancing. 2D, however, kept bugging me to dance with him.

"It'll be s'much fun Muds," he'd said, and I waved him away. He came back around moments later with two drinks in his hands, then handed me one and sat next to me with his own. He had a grin plastered on his face as he sat as close as possible. "'D, honestly, explain what you're doin'," I said and he just kept grinning.

"Since y'don' wanna dance, I'll si' 'ere wif ya an' keep ya company."

I looked at him like he was crazy and as we finished our drinks, he again requested again that I dance, but with him. Me, dance with 2D? Sober me would have jumped at the idea, and apparently drunk me would as well. A nod, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me up, leading me away from the large crowd and upbeat deafening music, to an abandoned bathroom. I realized that it was DARE, a song from our second album which had been released 8 years prior.

2D looked at his feet with his hands held loosely behind his back. I sighed and took one of them, causing him to gasp. I placed my hands on his hips after putting his own on my shoulders.

"I didn' fink you were serious," he said and I chuckled. "I may be drunk off my arse, Stupot, but when am I not serious about anything?" I asked and he shrugged. "Neve', I fink. I dunno," he replied as we began to sway. He kept his hands held firmly onto my shoulders, almost like he was terrified of something.

"Hey, uh, are you okay?"

2D shook his head, then nodded. "I uh, don' know. I fink I am, bu' I don' know. Maybe i's the air. O' the fac' tha' I though' you'd reject me."

"I could never reject you."

"You 'ave befo'e."

He had a point. I hadn't ever meant to, but it happened, and I had no control over it. My brain said one thing and my mouth said another. I knew it'd hurt him because I could feel him become distant after I'd said something wrong.

"And I didn't mean it. You know how I get," I said and he nodded. "Yeah." And that was the end of the conversation. We continued to 'dance', pressed close to one another, while the beat of the music changed from one pace to an even quicker one. But we stayed as we were, almost as if we were the only two people there.

Then, the calmness of the moment halted, and were were left in complete silence. The music had stopped, and we could both sense that something was terrbly wrong. The club had gone silent and I heard someone searching. Footsteps were walking towards the room we were in, so we slowly ducked under a closed stall door and stood on either side of the toilet.

2D grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed back as the person walked into the bathroom. I looked over to see silent tears making their way down his cheeks as he dared not to make a single sound, hoping that whoever was there would leave. I squeezed his hand tighter as there was a loud bang coming from the main room. Then a kick to the door sent it flying open, breaking the lock in the process.

A man, possibly in his late-20s, was stood there with a small gun clutched in his fist. He chuckled as he stared at 2D. "Well, well, well. Aren't ya a pretty boy?" he said and I felt the grip on my hand tighten to the point of it hurting. He turned to look at me. "And you. Well, I don't know what I'd say about you. But the pretty boy could do much better."

I bit my tongue as to not get killed, but 2D opened his mouth, causing me to mentally slap him on the head for being such an idiot. "Ya don' know wha' yer talkin' 'bou'. 'e's pe'fec'ly fine."

The man chuckled darkly, then raised his gun, pointed it at 2D. "Bit mouthy, aren't ya? Shame, I was hoping you would live. You're interesting," he said and I noticed tears brimming once again in the corners of Stu's eyes. When he blinked, said tears cascaded down like a waterfall.

2D let go of my hand and began to walk out of the stall, heading towards the sink - the gun following his every move. He looked in the mirror and fixed his hair, then sat on the floor against the wall. He began rocking back and forth while the man still pointed his gun.

I went to reach for it, but was shoved away and a shot was fired. Then the man ran out as a police officer walked in. My vision went hazy as I looked over at 2D, who had blood flowing from his head. "No, no please," I whispered as I crawled over to him. "No, you can't die."

He smiled at me as blood made its way onto the floor. I sat next to him and put the top half of his body onto my lap, causing blood to seep through my jeans. "No, you can't die. Please," I pleaded. "M'sorry Muds," he said as his eyes shut and his bladder let go.

I couldn't properly think. I had lost him, even though he wasn't ever technically mine anyways.

He was the only casualty that night, and when I had spoken to Noodle and Russel about it, they hadn't really been emotionally distraught. However, I felt numb. I couldn't process what happened and I thought that if I had agreed to dance the first time, he wouldn't be dead.

The doctors said a side-effect of my medication was blaming myself over his death even though it wasn't really my fault.

I was told that the guy had been arrested immediately, and was sentenced to two life sentences. One for murder and the other for murder as well, but of someone as famous and successful as 2D was. When it got out that 2D was murdered and who had done it, there was complete outrage all over the world. Even now, months later, there are still protests that the guy should have been sentenced to death. There are still people who cry over it, and there are people who won't even talk about it. I am both of those people.

Talking to Noodle and Russel about that night, apparently there were two guys, but one ran out after firing a blank. Everyone had taken shelter under tables and in bathrooms.

I'm taking quite a bit of medication all because of that night. All because I had decided to go clubbing and the others had decided to join me. All because I let them. All because I didn't know what was going to happen. And now the person I was too stupid to say that I loved is dead. And it's all my fault.

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hi this is dumb.

why do i always kill 2D off it's not fair.

after i publish this i'm going to sleep so gn