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Child of Darkness. Me and 2D.

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Murdoc sits quietly at the table on his side of the courtroom. A representative of the blue haired young man he had run over. Sits on the other side of the room, looking angrily at him. His nose crinkled in disgust. Murdoc raises an unseen eyebrow and rolls his eyes. 'What was that idiot thinking in looking at him like that?' He looks down at his atire and shrugs. Then up at his lawyer who is looking at him almost as equally disgusted. His lawyer leans over and whispers in the young mans ear.

“Where's the suit I bought for you to wear?” The man asks. Murdoc interlaces his fingers behind his head and leans back heavily on his chair. He looks up at the high ceiling for a moment and studies the decorative ceiling rose high above him. 'Is that what those looks were about?' He looks down at the T-shirt he is wearing. It's white, with a comical alien holding a splif. The caption reads. 'Take me to your dealer.' One sleeve is torn across the shoulder and is being held together by a couple of safety pins and there's a stain, possibly blood. On the left side, just under Murdos breast bone. His eyes fall to his black denim jeans. Both knees have holes in them and they are very tight. Murdocs favorites, as they  accentuate, his bulge. He looks over at his lawyer briefly and shrugs.

“You ain' gittin' me in that monkey suit. Besides. You and I know what's gunna happen. The Judge is just gunna send me to lock-up and I'll be out by mornin'. I have a feeling this guy really likes me. And who can blame him. I'm magnificent.” Murdoc sneers confidently and begins rocking his weight back and forth on the back legs of his chair. His lawyer sighs and bows his head. Realizing that Murdoc just didn't seem to be taking any of this seriously and knowing there was little point in going over any of it again with him.

The Judge makes his way into the room and over to his chair. His desk high on a platform in the absolute center of the room, positioned much higher than everyone else. Making him look far more prominent and forcing Murdoc and the others to look up at him. He sits down and puts on a pair of wire rimmed glasses, opening a folder in front of him and reading it briefly, while listening to the court clerk read out the list of charges against Murdoc.  For a moment the Bassist is pleased as he listens to them himself. But his delight drops just a little as he sees the look of disgust on the judges face change to pure anger. He tips his chin down to the young man before him and slowly shakes his head. Peering at him from over the tops of his wire rim glasses.

“I suppose you're going to say 'not guilty'? Right?” The judge flatly asks him. Murdoc shrugs and almost yawns. Which does nothing but irritate the judge further. “You didn't listen to me. Did you Mr Niccals? I said if you ever stood in my court room again. I was going to make you pay. And I meant that.” The Judge snarls back, pointing at him with his gavel. A cold chill makes it's way down Murdoc s back. But the Bassist shakes it off, refusing to be intimidated by anything the Judge had to say. The court proceedings begin.

At the end of the day. After listening and looking carefully at the evidence and having heard all the witnesses. Murdoc s lawyer gives the closing arguments and they wait patiently for the Judge to give his final verdict. Somehow, Murdoc has still remained pretty confident that once again he is going to be let off with just another slap on the wrist. But not this time. Murdoc s actions had caused someone physical harm and permanent injury. It was pretty obvious to the Judge that the Niccals boy had no intention of changing his ways and had shown absolutely no remorse for his actions. As the shop owner had proceeded to give his evidence on what he had seen on the day. Murdoc had actually started laughing. In fact, as Norm had described the way Murdoc s stolen Vauxall, had struck Stuart Pot and knocked the youth across the room. Murdoc had even gone so far as applaude and shout “encore”. As far as the Judge was concerned. This was not the behavior of someone who deserved another chance. And certainly it seemed that the young man had not deserved any of the others he had been given either. Murdoc Niccals was incorrigible . Perhaps it was because he had never been truly confronted by the harm he had caused? The Judge wonders as he reads back over the mountain of evidence before him. He somehow seemed very detached from it all? Almost as though he didn't believe he was in anyway connected to it. Could that be the reason for his cold manner? He wondered if somehow he could make Murdoc actually feel something. He could change him yet. The Judge sighs and makes his way back into the court room. One more time round. But this time, Murdoc was the one who would have to pick up the pieces he'd left behind. Why should society keep cleaning up after the young man? No. This time, Murdoc was not only going to have to face his victim. This time! He was going to be taking care of him. The Judge stands up and walks back into the courtroom. Murdoc stands and studies his nails, waiting for the Judge to speak.

“After carefully  going over all the evidence and hearing all the statements. Not to mention having watched the extreme lack of concern you seem to have for your fellow man Mr Niccals.” The Judge is briefly interrupted at this point by Murdoc suddenly breaking out in a gale of uncontrollable laughter. The Judge watches the Bassist for a moment silently. He eventually clears his throat and continues. Deliberately talking loudly so that he can still be heard over Murdoc s continuing laughter. “Yes. EXTREME lack of concern. I feel that the only way for you to truly come to terms with the amount of damage you cause to people. Will be to come into direct contact with it. I hereby sentence you to three hundred thousand hours of Community Service. Whereby you will from this point be taking sole charge of the care and upkeep of your victim.” The Judge continues talking but Murdoc doesn't really hear him. He wrinkles his nose in confusion and looks from the Judge to his lawyer.

“What did he say?” Murdoc stammers at his lawyer. The man shushes him as the judge goes on. Murdoc staring at him blankly. A few moments later, the Bassist is snapped out of his rather shocked daze by the Judge bringing down his gavel. Murdoc is escorted from the room by his lawyer to a seat outside. “What did he say?” Murdoc repeats. His lawyer hands him a paper cup filled with water and Murdoc unaware and still in shock drinks from it. His face suddenly contorts in disgust and he spits the liquid out across the room.

“Are you tryin' to poison me or summink ya bastard!? What the fuck is this shit!?” He screams, throwing the remaining contents at the disheveled man. His lawyer calms him down explaining it was just water and goes on to explain what the Judgement required him to do. Murdoc of course argues that taking care of the young man was not his concern or responsibility and he had no intention of doing it. The lawyer goes on to explain that if he doesn't. Then the Judge had ordered that the Community Service would then be commuted to a possible life sentence. This makes Murdoc sit up and suddenly pay close attention. Suddenly he begins to realize he may of actually made things a little awkward for himself.

“Waaaait. Are you sayin' if I don' take care of the Vegetable, I'm gunna be spendin' the rest of my life in prison?” Murdoc snarls. The lawyer sighs and nods. “That is actually what you're sayin'? I'm not just imaginin' that?” Murdoc persists. Hoping that somehow the lawyer is just playing a joke on him. Murdoc realizes his hopes of fame and glory are slowly vaporizing before him. How can he become the huge star he knows he deserves to be, if he's in jail?

“Ah shit!” The Bassist spits, slumping his shoulders in defeat. “Mind you. The idiot is a vegetable. So how hard could it be really? All I haffta do is take the moron home. Put him in a giant nappy and that's it. I can spend the rest of my time, workin' on my brilliant career.” He smiles and sits up again. But the lawyer rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Telling him that he should be very careful if that's what he's planning to do. Because the Judge had ordered periodic visits from Social Services to check that Murdoc is carrying out his appointed duties carefully. If the young man showed even the slightest amount of neglect. Instantly Murdoc would find himself in jail. Murdoc slumps his shoulders again.

“So just because this idiot stepped out in front of my car. I haffta put my life and career on hold?! Bastard!” Murdoc snarls angrily, clenching his fists hard. The lawyer looks down at him puzzled. Trying to work out how Murdoc could imagine that the young man he'd run over, was responsible for the state the Bassist had put him in. He scratches his head thinking about the evidence he had heard and wondered if maybe Murdoc had suffered some kind of brain damage himself. After all. From what it had sounded like, the whole accident seemed to of lasted mere seconds and the car had hit the building pretty hard. Maybe Murdoc had slammed his head against the windshield or something? He could of used that.

“According to the witnesses. It didn't sound like the young man had much of a chance to step anywhere. You ran him down?” The lawyer remarks quizzically. Murdoc stands and turns his head slowly round to face him. The lawyer looks at Murdoc and comes to the conclusion instantly that that wasn't the case. Murdoc just refused point blank to take responsibility for his actions and had every intention of blaming others for his behavior. He sighs and turns his face away from him.

“Pfft! No wonder I lost. I'm taking advice from an unimaginative man in a dress. You do know you were trying to convince the idiot in the front of the room I was innocent right?” He mumbles and waving him off, walks over to the window and looks out at the street below. Waiting for the other lawyer to arrive and take him to his new charge.

The other lawyer arrives a few moments later, a smug look spread wide across his face. He shakes the hand of Murdoc s lawyer and turns his attention to the fuming Bassist. Murdoc looks him up and down and finally rests his eyes on the mans smug face. He yawns and leans his weight heavily on one hip. Waving off the whole situation and not allowing the man any kind of satisfaction at having won the case.

“So young man. Are you ready to meet your new room mate? Actually at this point, I suppose it would be far better to call him your “Life Partner”. Given that is pretty much how long you'll be taking care of him really?” The lawyer chuckles, giving Murdoc yet another smug look. Murdoc slowly turns his odd eyes on the man and stares defiantly at him. Looking deeply into the mans pupils. Suddenly the smug look drops from the mans face and he steps back a little, clutching his chest. A look of pure horror etched firmly in place of the former smug look. “Um? Y,Yes. We'll just go and... Er? Yes.” The lawyer stammers and quickly turns on his heel and takes them from the court house to the waiting cars outside.

A few moments later. Murdoc is standing by the hospital bed of the blue haired young man. The young mans parents are standing outside in the corridor, looking at Murdoc through the large window. Murdoc approaches the bed and leans down. Staring at the unconscious young man. He takes a talon and carefully pulls up the edge of the taped bandage over the fractured eye. He carefully opens the young mans eye lid and looks at the injury. Both of the lawyers who had been too busy talking to one another to realize what Murdoc was doing. Suddenly see and reach over to stop him. Murdoc turns and giggles at them.

“Heh, heh. I dented his head.” Murdoc roughly slaps the bandage back in place and sits down on the chair next to him. “So what am I s'pose to do with the moron then? Make sure he takes his medicine and shit?” Murdoc yawns, digging under one of his long talons with another. The doctor walks in and explains the situation to Murdoc. Telling him that Stuart is indeed in a vegetative state and cannot do anything for himself. Whereby he would require constant care and attention. Murdoc looks up at him and curls his lips back over his shark-like teeth. He didn't like the idea of the word “constant” at all. This kid had already dug into his time as it was. Now he was threatening to take more of his precious time from him? Well. If he was to be in charge of the youth. Then he had every intention of making sure the kid paid for every second he wasted of Murdoc s time. With interest!
given so many seemed a bit unhappy about the way i ended it. i decided ta take it just a little further. how much further? not tellin. ;p

part 21 of [link]

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story edited by :iconoblivionsdelight:

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oh wow. this is great cant wait to read more of it!!