I Just Wanted To Be Close To You. {2Doc Fanfiction}

Chapter 7

Noodle's POV

     After hours of sailing the sea of terror, we still couldn't find any lead as to where Murdoc had taken Stuart. My bones ached, as well as my heart...I still can't believe Murdoc did something so selfish and terrible. I couldn't help but feel like actual rubbish, Russel was upset, 2D was gone, Murdoc was officially dead to me...It would seem things were falling apart right in front of me.

-A month after the whole ordeal-

Stuart's POV

     My stomach let out a faint gurgle as it begged for food, a shaky hand placed upon my rib cage as if I were trying to sooth my upset stomach. I'd been stuck down in this hell-hole for what feels like years. Maybe Murdoc forgot about me...But how could he? I'm his blue bird...

     My hair was starting to grow out, facial hair sprouting from above my lip and along my jawline. I was thinning out, ribs poking from beneath my obscenely pale skin, arms and legs starting to become stick-like. The bridge of my nose was thin and my cheeks had slimmed down, making me almost skeletal. My eyes were always tired, and from what I could tell; sunken in. I must have looked dead, I sure felt dead. 

     Deciding it was best if I just laid down and let death take me; I curled up on my side on the sandy cement flooring. My thin body shivered, my thin,yellowed tank top was drenched with cold sweat which made it stick to my quivering body. My expression slowly dulled as I held myself, the world seeming to spin. That obnoxious whale started to made its moans, sending my heart into a spasm. Weak, soft whines left my severely chapped lips as I panted out. Is this what death feels like? So terrifying- Yet calming...

     So many questions were flashing through my mind as I panted and my body convulsed. Soon enough everything stopped hurting and the world faded away. 

Murdoc's POV

     I decided that I'd take up drinking again because it's what made me who I am.. which is terrible, but true. One bottle became 6, and 6 became 8 every day...I was getting deeper and deeper into a terrible alcoholism problem, one worse than the one I began with. 

     Sitting in my red leather love seat, I picked at one of the fabric patched on the arm as I thought to myself, 'What was I doing on this island anyway?' My brain had been so clouded with alcohol, I'd completely forgotten about... what was it...? STUART! 

     Sweet Satan! How long has he been down there with no food or water?! What have I done!?

     I quickly jumped up and rushed to the metal door that stood between me and my singer. With a speeding heart and sweat starting to form on my forehead, I shakily unlocked the door with a key I'd been keeping in my jean pocket. Opening the door quickly, I made my way down the rusted, old stairs. My joints popped and creaked as I hurried down the set. My fuzzy eyes scanned the dim basement, my heart racing in my ears. Gulping I walk to the terribly worn mattress. My eyes focused on the skeletal figure wedged between the wall and the holey, stained mattress. My eyes widened and I called out shakily, "S-Stuart..." 

     When I got no reply I tried again, "2D..." My heart went faster and faster, "Face ache..." I stepped towards his still body, "M-My Blue bird..." The last word caught, tears starting to cascade down my rough, green cheeks. 

     Squatting near his feet, I gently placed a shaky, sweaty hand on his foot, which had on it a worn converse. 

     Chewing at my inner cheek with a jagged, rotten tooth, I slowly pulled his body out from behind the gross mattress. My heart dropped when my hetero-chromatic eyes set on his tiny body. He was all skin and bone...and he appeared to be dead.