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

Chapter 10

Rusell's POV
     It had been months. The hope that I held on to, so tightly; was gone. Noodle became extremely depressed and I started to feel just the same. The guilt weighed down like a bag of bricks.
     That's what I thought up until this afternoon... We were contacted by the police. They found a man-made island in the middle of no where, made completely of garbage. Yeah, fuckin' garbage.
     They're scoping out the area and such, and BAM! They spot the green, moldy grape lookin' bastard that caused all of this bullshit. He was sitting outside on a folding lawn chair, smoking a fag, AS IF HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING AT ALL.
     When I told Noodle, her aura changed. She sent silent for a while and it worried me even more. She finally spoke up a few hours later. She said to me, "what did I do wrong?"
     My heart shattered into a million pieces and I got on my knees, holding her hands in my own. "Kid.. you didn't do a single thing wrong. This ain't your fault. Not even in the slightest. " I kept in my tears, my throat tight as I spoke.
     "Then.. why did Murdoc take 2D?" She asked with a frown.
     "Because he's a selfish asshole. He wants everyone else to be just as miserable as him." I growled, the anger and sorrow pumping through my body.
     That made her bow her head, a soft sigh leaving her lips. "If 2D comes home...-" I cut her off, "When." That made her nod slightly, "When 2D comes home... We need to take good care of him."
     The compassion she had for other always astounded me; They could be the scum of the earth and yet she could over look it because they showed her kindness once. Murdoc... was another story. She simply tolerated him.
     After our heartfelt conversation, and a couple laughs, we got ready and headed to the station we'd been directed. They told us we needed to come in case they were able to rescue Stuart.

Stuart's POV
     I slept in that afternoon, enjoying the extra sleep. I was awaken by Murdoc, shaking me vigorously. "Up!! Get up!" He screamed and hissed.
     "Wha-... im up!" I sat up quickly, rubbing my face.  My eyebrows furrowed when I'd noticed what sounded like the beating wings of a helicopter.
     Murdoc's face was coated with sheer panic, "listen to me. Go to the basement. Now. "
     My heart sunk to the bottom of the ocean we lived upon. "But-" He cut me off instantly, "NOW!" I studied his face for a millisecond, and I realized... he was genuinely mortified. Something was wrong.
     With a grunt, I threw myself out of the bed and out of the bedroom. My joints popped and creaked as I ran down to the basement, my bare feet taking in the cold metal stairs. Murdoc locked the door behind me, quickly shuffling away. I swallowed and walked over to the rotting mattress I'd forgotten all about.
     The whale greeted me, groaning and moving back and forth in front of the glass. I struggled to keep my composure as I sat on the mattress, my knees pulled to my chest. My brain was racing, trying to understand what was happening. Then I heard it; gunshots and screaming. I started to catch onto what was happening. Someone was trying to rescue me.
     I listend closely, my heart racing out of my chest. I was conflicted. Of course I wanted to leave.. but.. what about Murdoc?

Murdoc's POV
     "Fuck off!" I screamed, standing on the lawn of my oasis. "Hand over the man." They announced, the helicopters closing in.
     Soon there were boats, men standing, armed with guns. "If you resist once more, we'll have to start Shooting. You're dangerous. " One of the men shouted out, which made me clench my teeth together.
     "You'll never catch us alive." I smirked, running off; back into the building. I unlocked the basement door, rushing down the stairs to my lover. The sound of gunshots were heard from miles away. I pulled a small box out of my back pocket as I made it to the confused, scared man. "Stuart." I spoke, his eyes wide in fear. "I love you. And I'm not going to let them tear us apart. " His face went pale as I leaned down and kissed him deeply.
     I sat next to him, my head on his shoulder and I pressed the green button on the box.

Noodle's POV
     Lost. They said he was lost. Russel told me he didn't know how to explain it other than.. the island exploded. They found Murdoc and they have him, but 2D... they couldn't find him. I've realized that life isn't fair. But it's even worse when others try to play God. Murdoc isn't God. And he'll come to realize that very soon.

Murdoc's POV
     White and cold. That's all I could see and feel for... however long I was out. When I woke, I was in a cold, empty jail cell. I slowly remembered what had happened and I stood abruptly. "Oi! Where am I?!" I demanded, banging my fist against the cold, metal door. "You're in the slammer, fucko." A man, of which I assumed to be a guard, had said. He glared at me through the plexiglass window on the door.
     "Where's my lover." I spat, trying to force the door open.
     "You mean your victim?" He spat, shaking his head. "We couldn't find him."
     My heart dropped to my stomach and my eyes went wide. I felt a wave of anxiety and sorrow rush over me like a wave. "What? What do you mean you didn't find him?" I stuttered, standing still in my spot.
     "We couldn't find him. " he repeated, staring at me.
     "What... happened?" I asked weakly, I didn't remember much after the explosion.
     "You blew the place up and you floated to the surface. We grabbed you and wheeled you here. My men looked for the other guy for hours. He's gone."
     Those words hit me like a bullet.