Disclaimer- I own nothing involving the A-team. I just like writing stories about them.

Title- Recesses of the Mind

Summery- Pike is mad that the A-team is always stealing his jobs. So he decides to get back at them and hurting Murdock is his way of doing it. Rape/Torture

Don't get me wrong. I love Murdock, but I really wanted to write this story so I hope you like it. This is my take on how he went crazy.

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Pike's POV

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Pike observed Hannibal's smile, his triumphant 'I love it when a plan comes together smile.' He hated it with a passion. Beside Hannibal were his team mates. BA was yelling about how they drugged him and flew back in a plane, seriously like they don't do that every other time! Face was treating his minor injuries and laughing with Hannibal. Murdock, the one he hated the most, had just climbed out of the plane and bribed BA to get him to calm down. He hated that crazy asshole. He pissed him off so much that he wanted nothing more than to send him back to the asylum.

They had stolen another one of jobs. This should have been his fame, his glory, but no it had to go to Hannibal and his worthless team. He was so sick of them. He decided enough was enough, and that he was going to do something about it.

Later that night he snuck into General Morrison's tent, the one where all the mission were assigned to the teams. He took the files that where there about each member of the A-team. He needed something he could use against them and figured that this was the place to start. First he opened Hannibal's. If he could black mail the leader it would easy to grind him to dust. He skimmed it but cursed when he found nothing useful. Next he moved onto Peck's, but had the same results as before. After that, BA's file was opened. His eyebrows raised when he seen that BA had been discharged and imprisoned before. That he could use, but he decided to keep looking just in case something else even better popped up. Happily, he opened Murdock's file. He began reading through it, skipping the pages listing the medication he was on, but he did read through the list of his disorders. He found a part of the file that contained information about one time ten year beforehand when he had spent some time in a POW camp. It said that he had been tortured, and wait raped in the camp. Pike's evil smile widened further to the point where little kids would run away screaming. Now that he could definitely use. He could put the pilot back in the asylum for sure with this, and he wouldn't mind either. He hated Murdock with a passion, and he was sure that he would have a mental breakdown after. Then the A-team would be useless without a pilot. Their means of transportation and escape would be taken away, and so they would receive far less missions. Also, he was sure no one suspected it but he was gay. He would get to enjoy himself and hurt the annoying crazy pilot all at once. Yes, to Pike this sounded like an amazing plan. Now all he had to do was catch Murdock alone. Quickly replacing the files he exited the tent.

Walking back toward his own tent he looked around seeing that most people were in bed. He noticed that Morrison was with the A-team congratulating them on their successful mission. He loathed seeing them all so happy. He couldn't wait until he set his plan in motion to rip them apart. Finally reaching his tent he walked in and got some supplies. What better time to put his plan in motion than a time when they were all shit-faced drunk, and less therefore less likely to think something was wrong?

He watched them from a distance for a while until he noticed Morrison stand up, say a few things, and then head back to his own tent. Hannibal said a few things himself and got up to go to bed with BA and Face following. Murdock was cleaning up his grill all alone, but he was still far too close to the team for him to put his plan in action. When he finished cleaning his grill he began to walk toward the bathroom, which didn't surprise Pike any considering the amount of alcohol he had consumed along with the rest of the team. He saw this as the perfect opportunity.

He hid behind the dinning tent, blending in with his black clothes at night. He would cut him off half way to his destination. He noticed the apprehension on the pilot's face as he began walking alone in the dark. He couldn't wait to make it worse. As Murdock got closer Pike got into position. When Murdock was about to walk by he grabbed him and tazed him with his hidden tazor, putting his hand on his mouth to cover his scream. He then dragged him behind the huge tent where no one would find them.

It was almost too easy for Pike considering that Murdock was stunned by the tazor and half drunk. After gagging the pilot, he tied Murdock's hands together above his head wound the rope around a stake he had put in the ground. Now that he was immobilized for the most part the fun could begin. He could feel his pants growing uncomfortably tight already.

The body underneath him was trembling and trying to talk through the gag. Pulling out some knives he had packed he set them on the ground next to him. Looking at his captive he began to snicker and said "Are you afraid. You should be." Noticing Murdock's eyes widen he only smiled an even creepier grin, especially as the trembling increased. He had decided he had fooled around enough and used his knife to cut through Murdock's shorts cutting him as well. He pulled them off and looked at his now terrified and bleeding captive noticing the fear clearly written on his face. Although he couldn't understand what was being screamed through the gag he was sure it was along the lines of 'Stop' and 'Don't! Please!' He pulled down his own pants and then his boxers, Murdock's were already cut off with his pants, and leaned over his captive to laugh in his ear.

Finding his captive's hole he thrust his whole length inside quickly hearing a muffled scream and he felt his captive twist to try to get away. Pike could feel how tight he was and picked up a rapid pace, earning him more muffled screams. He began to feel a warm sticky substance as he thrust in and out quickly which he knew must have been blood, and quite a bit of it too. It acted as lubricant, enabling him to thrust faster. The muffled screaming continued and he was surprised not to see any tears yet. He began using his knives and cutting him so he would bleed more. However he was discreet about where he cut him

Murdock's sounded as if he were hyperventilating and kept twisting which would only make it worse on him. He closed his eyes as If trying to block out the pain. Pike then began to whisper horrible things in Murdock's ear like "Whore, this is all your good for." also, "Ahhh, now wonder they raped you at the camp. You're so tight." and "What's the matter? Does it hurt?" Murdock tried to turn his head away from him, but he grabbed his head and kept repeating it. Also, he knew that if Murdock where to tell anyone and could prove it that he would be in big trouble. So he also added something to save himself "Who are you going to tell? Your precious team mates. Do you even think they would believe you? I know BA and Hannibal won't, but Peck might humor you, but actually believe you Ha! At that Murdock bit his finger, angering him further. So he slapped him across the face and saw his eyes close trying to block out the pain. Smiling his sick smile he took the knife and cut a deep cut from chest to his stomach and watched his eyes open and widen, and then he heard the muffled screaming.

Feeling the great feeling of climax Pike thrust hard and then pulled out to study his work. Murdock was tied and the rope had cut in deeply. He had cuts all over his chest and stomach, and was bleeding heavily from his asshole, blood mixing with cum and dripping on the sand. Satisfied he untied him and kicked him causing Murdock to start to curl up slightly, and he spit on him. Hearing Murdock whimper helplessly he grabbed his things and went back to his tent for a good night's sleep, leaving the pilot whimpering and bleeding on the ground.

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Murdock's POV

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Murdock just laid on the ground whimpering as Pike left. He could feel the blood pouring out of him and the pain was almost unbearable. He was so scared but too weak to do anything. He knew Pike was wrong about his friends believing him, especially after all the injuries he had sustained. However, he was afraid to tell them, afraid to know what they would think of him. When they had rescued him from the POW camp before he had lost all almost all his friends and acquaintances after they found out what happened to him. That thought scared him the most as he laid on the ground panting, hurting, and freezing. The sun had gone down long ago and so the temperature had dropped to near freezing. He was so cold that he began to shiver.

It must have been near 3 in the morning by the time he was able to push past the pain and get into a sitting position. From there he decided to check the damage. His shirt was ripped up and covered in blood and his shorts and boxers had blood on them too, and were tossed not too far away. He moved to grab them, his body protesting the whole time, white hot pain shooting up his lower back with even simple movements. After grabbing them he did his best to put them on even though he was still bleeding slightly. It didn't matter, he was throwing his clothes away any way.

Now came the hard part, getting up. He tried to push himself up and collapsed landing back on his butt and feeling pain shoot up his spine. Fighting the tears that were threatening to fall he pushed himself up and almost collapsed again, but caught himself on the tent and held onto it tightly. He stayed like that with his eyes closed trying to block out the pain. After he felt his body adjust slightly he tried to walk. He was swaying and stumbling but was making progress toward his tent. His back felt like it was on fire but he could see the tent and kept moving. He noticed that the fire in front was never put out which meant that Hannibal, Face, and BA were all still asleep.

Sneaking into the tent barely making a sound he grabbed a new set of clothes and painstakingly changed into them. He had stopped bleeding by now. He then grabbed his bloody clothes and forced himself to walk back out to fire. When he reached it he tossed them into the fire and watched for a moment leaning on the tent for support as the flames consumed his favorite t-shit and the rest of his previously worn attire. He lingered a moment longer than necessary thinking about how broken he felt. His eyes looked sorrowful and tired. Finally after the fire had almost completed its work he turned around and walked back into the tent to his bunk. He resolved to look after his wounds the next morning, but for now he was extremely tired and in so much pain. Laying down he closed his eyes and suffered terrible flashbacks, along with terrible feelings, and fearful thoughts.

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Should I continue? Poor Murdock, but things will get better.