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Rating: R with warnings
Summary: Da Nang, 1969. Murdock is enjoying some time off-base, but the night is about to take a bad turn as he leaves the bar.
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me no matter how much I wish they did. I only borrow them and I have made no profit from writing this. If anyone wants to sue me, please don't; I'm terribly under-funded.
Warnings: Language, violence, rape (nothing graphic, and not of main character)
[Da Nang, September 1969]
Murdock grinned broadly as he flicked the cigarette from
his fingers, watching the glowing trace as it burned its
way through the darkness. No gung ho drop-offs or hit 'n
run pick-ups. No SAMs to dodge, no bullets coming his
way. Only lukewarm beer and rock 'n roll.
The passing typhoon on top of the regular monsoon rains
had downed every single aircraft since the day before
yesterday, giving him and his crew the opportunity to
make use of some well-earned passes into town.
He loved the rain!
"Me numba' one, you wanna have good time, G.I? Me
numba' one." A bony hand latched onto his arm, and he
lowered his eyes to the petite girl. A handful gaudy
hookers were weaving efficiently in and out of the
rowdy pack on the street outside the club, taunting the
men, sizing them up. Short skirts, high heels on girls that
were barely teenagers. The bright lipstick was smudged
a little over the girl's thin lips.
"Another time darlin'," Murdock flashed his teeth at her
and shrugged the hand off his arm. His ears were still
ringing with the music from the club as he made his way
out of the crowd, nursing the bottle in his hand. Closing
his eyes, he drew a deep breath and filled his lungs with
the hot humid air. Smelled like dirt and exhausts and
His eyes flew open as he staggered, trying to keep his
balance. He was drunk.
He laughed out loud. Drunk as a skunk, and feelin' good!
Murdock uncapped the beer bottle with his teeth, sending
the cap jingling along the glistening street stones. A
song sprang to his mind as he criss-crossed his way
between the dirty puddles of rain water. Something about
hurricanes and staying inside. Had been playing all night
at the club. Appropriate. Da Nang at the end of the rainy
season offered plenty of nasty weather; it was no place
for anyone not heavily into mud and rain, and then some
more rain. At the moment the down-pour had let up, no
doubt gathering its strength before bearing down on the
Humming to himself, he took another swig at the beer. This
is as good as it gets. Only one thing would make it
better. His grin widened slightly as the picture of the
newly arrived donut-dolly from the 101st came to mind;
ash-blonde, grey-eyed, and with a body to *die* for.
"Oh yeah, come to daddy!" He licked his lips; in his mind
his busy hands were already way up her skirt. He was
horny as hell! A trip to Madame Tran's might not be such
a bad idea. Her girls were clean and knew how to work a
man. Oh yeah!
The night was still young, curfew not even in effect yet.
Not that it mattered; the over-night pass was burning in
his pocket. Murdock grinned as he passed the alley, the
sounds emerging were unmistakable. Some equally horny
son of a bitch was fucking his brains out.
He stopped dead in his tracks as a shrill cry sliced
through the silence. Despite the humid heat a cold shiver
slithered down his spine, making goose-bumps rise on his
skin. The sound sprang at him again, making his heart do
a double take.
He rounded the corner and let his eyes adjust to the
semi-darkness a second before moving on. His heart
stopped as he took in the scene in front of him. The girl
at his feet had been dressed in the traditional ao dai.
The fabric of the shirt was ripped from the collar down
to the hem line, and her pants were in rags around her
knees. Her skinny legs were light against the dark of the
"Hey!" The two men had been so intent on their little
prey they hadn't noticed him. Their heads both snapped in
A rough laugh escaped the red-haired sergeant, "God, man!
I almost had a fuckin' heart attack, thought you were the
MPs!" He pulled his pants up from his ankles and got to
his feet. His dirt-blond companion renewed his grip on
"I am good girl, no hooker. I go now." The girl was crying,
tears muffling her voice.
The blonde raised his hand. "I told you to shut up, bitch!"
She pleaded, her voice shaking. "Plees G.I, me good girl."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The blonde backhanded her,
her head lolling with the force of the impact. Murdock
grimaced; a sinking sensation was growing in his guts.
Strangled sobs came from behind lips tightly pressed
together, but the girl did not speak again. The sergeant
turned halfway, a crazed grin playing on his face.
"There's plenty to go around. Join the party man!"
He grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her to her feet
for Murdock to see.
Terrified brown eyes stared at Murdock from behind
tangled strands of jet-black hair. Blood was slowly
making its way from the split lip, running down her up-
turned chin, leaving a ruby red trace on her skin as it
trickled down between her small bare breasts. She was
trembling in the steady grip. Silent pleading eyes locked
on to Murdock's, impossibly wide with fear before they
disappeared from his view as she was slammed down onto
the ground. The sobs turned into wordless high pitched
Murdock snapped out of his daze. "Hey, get off! She's a
Kid, for God's sake!" He shoved the man forcefully from
the frail figure.
The blonde was on his feet in a flash. "What's your
problem man!? The bitch is probably V.C. anyway."
He spat at the girl. "What!? You wanna do her yourself?"
"Let her go," Murdock's voice was thick. He flexed his
fingers, the glass of the bottleneck was sticking to his
The blonde moved up, placed a hand on Murdock's chest.
Sent him stumbling backwards. Getting in the way. The
girl was struggling, kicking and screaming helplessly
under the beefy sergeant.
Murdock felt the rage rise in his head, its black viscous
stream straining against his mind. Seething. Simmering
dangerously. Familiar, even comfortable. Had been close
at hand for some time now, elusive like quicksilver in
the back of his mind, hiding under the disguise of
But no longer.
Murdock growled and smashed the bottle into the face of
the grunt pinning him to the wall and threw him self at
the man, driven forward by the tsunami that washed over
him. Bringing his fist down time after time, Murdock felt
teeth give away and a warm gush of blood coated his
Murdock grabbed two handfuls of greasy hair and slammed
the back of the head against the wet street stones
beneath with all his strength.
He barely felt himself being tackled from behind, crashing over
the head of the one on the ground. Murdock was back on his
feet in an instant, charging at the blonde. Lunging at him, making
them both crash solidly into the wall, Murdock grabbed the man
by the throat and pressed down hard. Nothing in his mind except
keeping the pressure up. Squeeze the life out of this piece of shit!
In the corner of his eyes he saw the girl crawling to her
feet and stumble down the alley, clasping at her torn
clothes. A vicious kick to the groin sent Murdock
doubling over in pain, releasing his choke hold on the
blonde. He looked up in time to see them both descend on
* * * *
B.A towered over him. Silent. The ground played roller-
coaster for another couple of seconds as Murdock tried to
get his footing. He swatted angrily at B.A's steadying
hand, and leaned against the wall, retching from the
glowing pain where the boot had connected.
"Who'd ya piss off this time?" B.A's voice was even.
Murdock wiped his mouth. "I didn't do nothin'!" The cooling
embers in his mind flared, then died down just as quickly.
Too tired. He watched his hand blankly; the receding
adrenaline left it trembling. Heavy drops of blood were
trickling down the inside of his fingers before reluctantly
releasing their grip and falling to the ground.
Must've been the bottle. Murdock rubbed his hand mechani-
cally on his sleeve, wiping the moisture off. He stopped
and stared at the darkened fabric. That stain would never
B.A shook his head and knelt down next to Murdock. "You
shouldn't be gettin' into fights, y'hear?" He flung
Murdock's arm over his own shoulder. "Always end up
"I didn't lose this one!" Murdock tore his arm angrily
away from B.A.
"Sure weren't winnin' when ah found ya."
Murdock closed his eyes. "Yeah, whatever," he mumbled.
His shoulders slumped; what was remaining of his strength
was draining fast. The hand still felt slippery. Sticky. He
wiped it against his thigh without opening his eyes. Didn't
wanna see it.
B.A renewed his grip on the shivering pilot; this time
Murdock didn't protest. "Let's get outta this rain, man."
Murdock lifted his undamaged hand to his face. Allowed
the stiff fingers to trace it slowly. Raw skin and cool
water. Soothing. Hadn't noticed the rain. Heavy drops
were making their way slowly through his hair, down the
nape of his neck. Creeping into his ears. Burning in his
eyes. He swallowed, blinked them away angrily.
He hated the rain.
~ The End ~
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