Timeline/World: Modern Monotony – Ticking Clocks
Characters: Murdoc Williams
Race: Human
Age: 38
Final Word Count: 577 words
I’ve been all over the world. Never on my own, because travelling sucks and I’ve always been around Hanna, we complete one another in a way. He’s my oldest friend and it always feels good to be near him. We clicked from the moment we’ve met and we never had a fight and I’d like to keep it that way.
Now if only I could feel the same about everyone else I meet, my life would just be so much simpler but I’m not quite that lucky, no. My build and the kind of life I lead—helping others as part of the group of doctors without borders—has made me the target of plenty of angry people. I think the one person I’ve had the most issues with, on and off over the years, is Penelope.
I’d never thought much of it at first; she’d been a darling and a sweetheart, first making her moves on Hanna because, well, I suppose he’s the more approachable of us two. The blond hair, the almost feminine name, the androgynous features. He’s beautiful and I’ll protect him with my life. I’m more like a bear, a hairless one because I like to keep a close shave but that’s beside the point. I’m tall, I’m built and my family always told me I should have played professional football but I’ve never liked the sport and while this might get me booed at, I’ve never seen the point of it.
Penelope though, she tried her charms on Hanna, she tried hard. The issue with this is that she was the opposite of what he tended to look for when women cropped up briefly in his life and his penchant for men was a little stronger than for women though he was open to both.
I never liked her, there just was something off about her from the start and we’d been at work in a little, lost corner of Spain when miss prime and proper first made her first entrance. She zoomed right towards Hanna, like she’d been planning it all and he ignored her in favour of treating the patient he’d already been talking to. I tried to veer her away so he could continue what he was doing but the ugly look she gave me made me pause. She was going to be a problem. I didn’t even know her and I was pretty sure she already hated me for reasons I couldn’t even begin to understand.
It wasn’t as though we were famous. We weren’t doing this job for the glory; we did it because we could help others. We didn’t have all that much money either.
She kept on trying to gather his attention and while, on off-work hours, he allowed her a few dates, it never went very far and every time I was near her and he wasn’t, she’d give me such ugly looks that it really did make me wonder as to what was going on in her brain. Did women like that really exist? The kind who saw someone from a distance and decided that this was going to be ‘their man’? It did feel like that. The look in her eyes always made me feel like she was a jealous lover and they never even made it that far. You have no idea how relieved I was when we were shipped elsewhere, out of Spain and far, far away from her.