kids with guns // 2doc

Chapter Nine

January 29, 1996

Murdoc cried for what felt like hours after he shot the love of his life. He felt weak and defeated and didn't leave his room. Hearing Noodle cry downstairs didn't help him either.

He suddenly felt nauseous. He wanted to vomit, hurl, and he didn't know why. He ran to the bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

He hadn't experienced sickness in his entire time of being dead, it was the strangest thing to happen to him. He wiped his mouth and looked into the mirror.

He looked sick. He went downstairs to get water. Maybe giving his body even a drop of water to cleanse his liver would help. He heard someone puking in the downstairs bathroom followed by faint whimpering.

He downed his bottle of water before going to investigate. Noodle was leaned over the toilet, Russel rubbing her back, not looking so great himself.

"What's going on?" Murdoc asked. Russel handed Noodle toilet paper to wipe her mouth before turning around. "She tol me er head was hurt'n then she came runnin and got sick. This in normal, was goin on? Was the blue bird some devil?" Russel asked stepping out of the bathroom.

Murdoc shrugged and walked back to the kitchen Russel close behind. "She started lookin pale the secon' tha' basted got shot." he whispered, Noodle's faint hurling in the background.

"I feel sick too mate, maybe he was a devil." Murdoc said hating the thought of his blue bird being anything but an angel. Russel rubbed his face and grabbed water for himself and Noodle.

He closed the fridge and stood staring at the ground with a straight expression. "Hea' that Mudz?" he whispered. Murdoc gave him a weird look and cocked an eyebrow.

"Hear what?" he asked. "Exactly." Russel said and jogged to the bathroom. He opened the door and found nothing. "What in the hell?" he seethed.

Russel checked behind the curtain and in every room near the bathroom. "She's gone." he breathed and turned to Murdoc. "Where in the hell'd she go? Wha kinda game is you playin' man?" he asked shoving Murdoc.

"I'm just as confused as you! I'm not doing shit! I've been standing here with you! How could I have fuckin' done anything?" Murdoc yelled.

Russel rubbed his temples trying to calm himself down and sat on the couch. "What we gonna do? Both of uh worlds are gone, whus left?" he asked.

Murdoc sighed and gave him a bottle of water. "Drink up, you don't look so good yourself. If you aren't feeling well, we're not gonna be able to look for her effectively. She needs you healthy to take care of her."

Russel nodded and drank the water. "Maybe she in heaven, where she belong." he smiled. Murdoc patted his back and grinned. "Maybe."

October 12, 2007

Stuart heard voices flood around him, and he was terrified. He felt like he was inside of a room that was so dark he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face, because he knew his eyes were wide open.

He felt cold hands grabbing his arms and legs and one on his neck. His eyes flew open and white lights blinded him. He began coughing as he felt something being pulled out of his nose and throat, leaving everything dry and scratchy.

Stuart flew forward sitting up and coughing aggressively. He looked around, finally having clear vision and saw wide eyes all shocked. He was in a hospital.

One of them came to him and pushed him back onto the hospital bed. "Sir lay down, you're unstable." he spoke. Stuart complied staying quiet.

A nurse handed him water which he quickly drowned. "How lung 'ave I been ow?" Stuart asked the doctor after pulling covers over his freezing body.