Chapter One: Gimme Danger
The bland and harsh landscape of Death Valley always seemed to amuse Murdoc. Just about everything here was dead and decaying. It would only be lovelier with some demon babes or some sort of black, bubbling cesspool he could toss annoying idiots who bothered him or got in his way. The only thing he didn't really care for was the bloody sun and his current company. That tosspot in the passenger seat, Stuart. Blue haired stupid, idiotic, dullard didn't have a fucking brain cell in that skull of his. Might be useful later if he can find a way to turn people into demonic minions and transplant brains or something.
Yet here they were riding together again, minus the cyborg Noodle, in the direction of the place they had been chased once before by some manic in an El Camino. Some bald fucker named Bruce Willis really had it out for them on their way to Plastic Beach, shooting his gun and hanging about the window laughing. He cringed, frowning at the very thought of that guy, still gave him the willies every once in a while when he drove. Being out here trying to get inspiration for a new album felt a bit odd. Noodle did say doing something like this might help a bit, but she also was on another luxury cruise while we get to putz around on a shit road again. More than likely she was pulling one over on us, that catty grin of hers always seems to give it away.
At least this time they weren't being followed by the cops or any bald freaks, he could actually enjoy driving about without having any sort of trouble pop up. Regardless, the heat was absolutely fucking ridiculous. It felt damn near Hellish here in the Nevada heat considering in was also the middle of Summer at the lowest point in North America. If only the damned windows worked for this battered shit cart and worthless excuse of a vehicle. Not like they could because they shattered when they were shot, same with the bloody back window. He should probably look into getting those fixed and paying the tickets, which was a laughing matter because there's no way he was gonna give money to some chide fuck over how his car looked. He'd probably just go steal another one, his bandmates could fuck off if they asked where he got it from.
Speaking of giving money to certain fucking imbeciles, he glanced over at his current passenger and gave a sneer in the black eyed, blunette's direction. How could such a pansy play on a keyboard so well and have a voice like he did? Usually sounded like he had the hiccups or pissed his trousers half the time. Murdoc gave a bit of an evil grin, thinking that he really needed to look into making a cyborg 2D or brain implants for his band mate. Maybe he could look into filling some pills with drugs of all kinds, get that dullard in some sort of trance and make him even more of a zombie. Yeah, that would do nicely, he thinks giving his chin a rub.
Feeling a bit of an odd itch, 2D scratched his neck feeling a bit awkward at the way Murdoc kept glancing over and making a variety of facial expressions. He really didn't like the sneers or grins he was seeing on the Satanist's face. It was always like this when they traveled together when they weren't make a music video. Between the beatings and having the bassist yell in his face, he never seemed to get a break. Mudz being the driver didn't really help the situation either, he seemed like he was more focused on his evil thoughts than the road, or lack thereof. There wasn't much else other than rocks and a faint dirt trail that the car barely fit on.
He couldn't even begin to describe the feeling of pain his head was becoming wrecked with at the moment, no thanks to that faceache blabbering about every time he swerved off the road. Who did he bloody think he was? 2D was the idiot supposed to be getting head pains, not him! Giving that ruddy bloke a couple more slaps before yanking the steering wheel back and getting the car onto the road. He grumbled and chewed his lip almost nervously. Apparently slaps don't really work anymore, he must be used to the light punishments by now. Wouldn't surprise him if this moron was now into BDSM or torture now, he probably fucking liked it.
His dear old pal was really starting to piss him off with all that rubbish he's mumbling about. The idiot couldn't even think to himself properly, no, he just had to be vocal about everything. Forcing him to him the rubbish that comes out his mouth past his crooked teeth. If he wanted to sit and make noises, he should be coming up with new lyrics and music instead of crying about all day. There wasn't any kind of material for a new album which meant, no new profits which meant, no more money and this idiot certainly wasn't helping his creative juices flow. If there was anything 2D could do, it was seriously piss him off. "Oi, you bloody twit, I said shut it before I shove a fist through ya face!" he screamed while gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Turning to give his blue haired passenger a hard stare and a menacing flash of discolored teeth.
2D's eyes gave a flash of white and he whispered a bit to himself before pulling his knees up and wrapping his lanky arms around them. Always with the yelling, about him having bad nerves and headaches, or even his mannerisms. He knew he was a dunderhead but didn't really get why Mudz always had to be so pissy about it. Feeling himself jerk about as his bandmate once again went into a ditch while trying to stare at something in the rear view mirror, he wished to be back safe in his own bed having some smokes. Maybe even a drink or a pretty girl in his bed, that might just help him get his mind of things.
"Yeah, I 'fink that sounds just about right about now, right, a nice warm bed. Need me pills too, head's startin' ter hurt some more..." but his mumbles were cut short by a wailing scream from Murdoc and the car starting to spin out of control. Dirt and dust flew about, flying in through the windows as the browns on the world spun wile Murdoc struggled to get the car back on the road. Streaks of black and silver flashed by through the veil of light shining through the grit. Loud engines gave roars like metal beasts coming to life and blazing over the ground. The tails lights flashed red through the kicked up storm of dirt and disappeared in the distance. There were gone as quickly as they appeared.
2D held on tight to the door of the car and braced his legs against the center console. Hoping this wasn't the last day he was gonna be breathing and he stared at the driver, watching as he pulled the wheel back and got straightened out. Managing to get back on the road, Mudz gave strings of curses and beat the wheel with so much ferocity, he thought it might break. Whatever just passed scared the absolute piss out of both of them and obviously pissing one of them off. Murdoc gave another grunt and stepped his foot on the gas petal. "Damn bikers come out from nowhere trying to run me off the road, I'll show those bloody fools who's who 'round here!"
Deciding to have a bit of fun and get this idiot's britches wet, he pushed the petal to the metal and gave a demonic laugh. The Camaro roared to life, back wheels spinning out before rocketing the car forward. The feel of gravity pushing them back against the seats and the blur of everything flashing by gave him a rush and admittedly, a bit of a chub. Nothing like feeling the world disappear and become your plaything. His fun time would end a bit shortly no thanks to the fun killer currently in the other front seat. Figures, after the Paula incident, he always wanted to interrupt everyone else's fun.
"Uh, M-Mudz, 'oo's them behind us now? They're ridin' 'orfully quick towards us ." He gulped hard and squinted before beginning again softly, "Right, not likin' the bloody look o' this, should 'ave stayed 'ome like I wanted." Giving out a bit of a whine, he curled his legs into his chest and held onto his head, peeking out to stare into the rear view mirror.
Looking back through the blown out back window of his Camaro with a sneer, he could just barely make out the small black figures in the distance but it didn't matter because they were coming up on them, and fast. Hopefully this isn't another madman with a gun or more of those crazed fans who keep asking to get impregnated, not like most of those estranged whores could ride a bike that well. The sex he would be up for, crazy doesn't mean much so long as he can ditch her somewhere, but he ain't having no bastard kids anymore. Either way, he's not about to be chased back into the bloody ocean and have the piss scared out of him again. No more bald shitheads are going to get the best of him, no sir.
Murdoc turned to 2D with another hard stare, warning him, "Right, look, you're gonna need to shut up and let me handle this. That means no fuckin' singing, shrieking, or getting your knickers in a twist. This road's about to be eatin' shit and so's those bikers. I need concentration and you sure ain't helpin'." With a thrust of his head and a menacing glare in the blunette's direction, he slowly turns his eyes back to concentrate on the road ahead. Without waiting for some kind of confirmation, he takes hold of the knob, slinging it forward and giving his foot a hard press down onto the gas. Slamming on the break and making a hard left, spinning the car around and tires out a bit before getting back on the road.
Revving the broken up beast, they jumped forward with a jolt, sending dirt and debris flying into the sky. They were starting to pick up speed, causing the black figures to come into view and become clearer. Murdoc had to shut his jaw and keep his cool, those were goddamn zombies on bikes. Zombie bikers, are you fucking kidding me? He saw how they carried bats, chains, and even nine irons. With that sort of weaponry, he knew they meant business and weren't gonna let them go easily. Suddenly he wished for his cyborg to be here with that blimey shotgun. He grips the wheel again and furrows his brow trying to come up with a plan because there's only so much you can do when using a car as a weapon.
2D struggles to stay in his seat comfortably and get his seat belt on for once in his life because this ride wasn't turning out very well. Zombies are great and all but not so much when they're wielding bats and coming after you on motorcycles. He had agreed with Noodle about vising some old video sites but why couldn't they have just gone to 19-2000's highway? Or even just a nice ride down the road to the record shop? Even a giant moose with rocket nostrils sounds a whole lot better than this. They didn't have any weapons and getting out of this mess with forty or so undead bikers chasing them just didn't sound doable.
They slowed to a halt in front the zombies when Murdoc noticed they were idling, as if waiting for something. He felt a bit apprehensive just sitting there, almost like a duck about to be roasted. With the sound of the engines revving all around and all the stirred up dust, it really started to look like a battlefield. Both sides were ready and waiting for the other to make their move. His eyes glanced over to the rear view mirror and had to whip his head back to make sure he wasn't seeing a mirage. Those damned zombies were just waiting for the rest of their crew to turn around and trap us in! Fuck! He threw the care in reverse and tried to find a way out of this colossal mess. Giving the Camaro a spin, suddenly the zombies were on them like flies. A couple bikers hit the side of the car while others gave guttural laughs and drove around to the front and back of the car.
"We're doomed! they're garn 'ter kill us and eat us, maybe not in that order, but they're garn ter 'ave our brains for supper. Oh wot do we do now Mudz? I'm too young 'ter die 'ere-", 2D continued wailing on and on about the zombies and their meal preference. Murdoc tried to remain calm, even with the crying buffoon in the front seat., he really did but something in him was starting to snap and there was so many limbs he could snap from that dullard's body. This was it, this was the end of the Gorillaz band, with no way out of this, there wasn't any sure sign they'd make it out alive.
That was, until a thundering roar came from the distance, carrying itself throughout the canyon they were all currently facing off in. The air and the zombies all sat still, looking around for the source of the noise. As if from some kind of portal to Hell, an onyx colored bike came flying through the air from within the clouds of dust. It was like a demon glistening in the patches of sunlight that flooded through the curtain of stagnant air. With wheels spinning in slow motion towards the zombies who sat in front of the car which sat the disgruntled Gorillaz members. Their slack jaws showed their surprise and bewilderment as the mysterious new biker dug their front wheel into the zombies cracked skull.
Landing with a thud on top of the Camaro, the rider turns to stare at it's driver. Behind the black glass of the helmet, the rider simply looks down at Murdoc and gives him a nod before flying off as an attempt to distract the zombies. The now sprayed brain smoothie all over the windshield and other bikers seemed to wake them from their trance as all Hell broke loose. The zombies gave chase and this gave Murdoc enough time to snap out of his stupor and follow the bikers and their savior.
There wasn't much else Murdoc could do besides ram the already bent up Stylo into some of the bikers and hope it was enough to keep them down. With all the blood and brains flying about, it looked as if they really were in a horror flick. Surely that dullard is having the time of his life right now, if he can managed to clean the piss he's probably gotten all over the seats. Glancing over to the passenger, he sees the brainless sap cowering slightly less than before to witness the carnage going on. It really had become Death Valley and the smell, fucking shit does the unbearable heat do ungodly things to already rotting carcasses.
Needless to say, both of the band members in the car weren't too happy with the current situation but with a Hell bent maniac wielding a bike as weapon, at least the weren't going to be eaten. They both watched as the clad black rider popped wheelies to run the wheel across several faces of zombies. He just couldn't wipe the look of surprise off his face, having already seen some serious shit in his life, this was definitely not something he's every witnessed. Turning to faceache, "Heh, bet your pisses your pretty little britches right now ain't ya faceache? This is what a real zombie flick is like!", then as he begins again, 2D's scream cuts him off. Whipping his head back to the road, he narrowly misses the onyx biker who saved them. The cars starts to spin out of control for a second before he slams the break and coughs at the spit and dust that's caught in his throat. "If and if we get out of this alive, I'm giving you such a bloody beating for that you shit head!"
2D shudders as Murdoc growls and bickers at him for saving him like that. Of course it would be all his fault for him not paying attention to the road just so he can mock him. It was one time he pissed himself, just once! Can't a man ever get a break? He sits up a bit straighter and tries to block out the curses coming from the driver's side. He glances around to see where that biker is and what's become of the hoard of zombies. He strains his white eyes and struggles to see through the mess that's painted the canyon. Eventually the wind dies down and he can just make out a lone survivor in the bloodbath that litters the road. Standing with a bat in hand is the one who saved them, covered in brains and dirt.
They both involuntarily tremble when the rider turns their helmet towards them and begins to slowly walk their way. Murdoc starts to shift his eyes around, looking for anything else that might come jumping out at them. Finding the approaching person to be the only living thing, he stomps on the gas and they just barely jump out the way, staring into 2D's flickering eyes as they pass. The blunette leans out the window and stares, almost as if in apology for his friend's behavior. With the speed their gaining, the body becomes a silhouette which eventually becomes nothing more than a speck in the distance.
Looking down and wringing his hands a bit before turning to Murdoc, 2D tries to reason with him."Oi, why did yer leave them back there like that, eh? They saved us lives, and it 'ave a looked like their bike got trashed, right, we should 'ave given them a ride!" He honestly didn't understand why Mudz would just up and leave someone who helped them out like that. It wasn't right and they out to at least five them a ride to the next town. Surely someone who saved their lives couldn't be all that bad, right?
"Look Stu, you're young and naïve, I get it but there's no way someone like that is going to be on anyone's side. So do what I say and shut your trap." With yet another sneer, Murdoc turns back to the road and grimaces. Sure the dullard had a point but there's no way he's about to let that punk know he's right. He pressed his foot farther and farther down, picking up speed and flying off to their next destination. Stupid twit just wouldn't shut up about it and all he wanted to do was get as far from that massacre as 's no way this moron was getting him to turn his car around and pick up some kind of monster like that.
The sun was just falling behind the hillside causing the vivid reds and oranges to fill the skyline. Cold air began to set in the shaded area where the onyx rider now sat. Slowly removing the blood caked helmet to have a better view and be able to breathe a bit better in the dry heat of the desert. Reaching in the front pocket of the ruined leather jacket, a pack of cigarettes is pulled out a long with a lighter. Bringing a stick to her lips, she lights it up and stares out into the distance where the moon starts to rise up. She gives a small grin with her thin, strawberry painted lips as she sees the dirt and the dust and the waste kick up. Seems like her luck was turning around and the boys in the Camaro were going to give her a ride after all.
A/N: Ah, here it is, the first chapter to my first published fic. Sorry if it's a bit short, this is more of less an intro to what's to come. Still looking for a Beta, so let me know if there's any errors or problems! Thanks so much for checking this out!
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit from anything regarding the Gorillaz because I don't own them. The only characters I own are my original ones.