A/n: Decided to write another Gorillaz fanfiction. The last one I wrote made me miss writing them, so I decided to start another. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz or anything associated with them.

Chapter One

"You know you would be NOTHING without me!"

"Yeah, yeah. So you keep telling me. I'm sure now that I would be better off!"

The yelling was attracting the stares of several people, two of which just stood there, shaking their heads while they watched the black eyed, blue haired, tall, skinny singer and the slightly shorter, black haired, mismatched eyes, dirty and slightly smelly, older bassist glare at each other, only inches apart from one another.

"I'm so sick of you treating me like crap. I've put up with it for years, but I don't want to anymore." 2D turned his back on Murdoc and started walking briskly away.

"You can't leave!" Murdoc shouted after 2D. "I made you! And I can find you! I've done it before, I'll do it again! You'll be back!"

Russell and Noodle stood there watching 2D walk away. They weren't as fazed by the exchange as other onlookers were. Although it was very out of character for 2D to stand up to and yell at Murdoc, he was doing it more and more lately. It was actually refreshing to see, although neither of them would ever say so to Murdoc.

"Hey, yo, Muds!" Russell called out as Murdoc, fists balled tight, stormed to the car, climbed in, and slammed the door. The car roared to life and he sped away, tired squealing.

2D turned the corner about two blocks down and headed down a narrow alley. Once there, he took a deep, calming breath. He was surprised at his lack of shaking, which he usually couldn't control on the other occasions he stood up to Murdoc.

Although for some odd reason, 2D had always idolized Murdoc, he also feared him. The beatings Murdoc unleashed upon him, both physical and emotional, had become a constant in his life, and, finally, he had had enough.

During the two times that the band had (briefly) gone their separate ways, 2D had grown and come to enjoy not having someone beat him down all the time. He had gotten used to it, actually, and, although he did love the band as a whole, he had started to resent Murdoc for bringing him back. Especially when they were on Plastic Beach. Not only had 2D started putting up with the abuse again, but to add to it was that damn whale. The huge, terrifying creature with the huge, unblinking eyes that watched his every move….

He couldn't put into words how happy he had been to finally leave Plastic Beach, and the whale, behind. And now he would leave this cruddy apartment behind, too. Finally be done and rid of his idol and abuser.

He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets and continued on, so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even notice the sound of the speeding car chasing after him.

The impact was like an explosion to 2D. A slow-motion explosion. He flew through the air and everything looked so clear. He could see every brick on the walls of the buildings on either side of him. He saw the grey clouds above him as he flipped, and lastly, before he hit the ground, he saw the familiar car, and the blood-curling, angry look that glinted in Murdoc's eyes.

Then everything went black.

Murdoc sat behind the wheel staring at the seemingly lifeless body of 2D in front of the car. He was breathing heavily, and the blind anger slowly faded. He slumped back against the seat and looked straight ahead.

Slowly, the realization of what had just happened began to sink in. The first thing he felt was a strange, evil sort of joy. He always had gotten a kick out of the halfwits pain. The next thing he felt was shock and disbelief. Had he really just hit his band's singer with a car? AGAIN? Finally, he started to feel fear. The thought of 2D being dead flooded his head, and immediately after, the thought of spending the rest of his life in prison for murder.

With a groan, he flung the car door open and rushed to the pale, blue haired figure sprawled on the pavement. He knelt down and put his fingers to 2D's throat. He sighed a small sigh of relief when he felt the pulse. It was faint, but it was there.

"He's okay!" he called out as he heard two pairs of footsteps running up behind him, one heavy footed, and one almost as light as air.

"He's okay?" Russell roared, grabbing Murdoc up by the collar of his shirt. "Does he look okay to you? He's lucky to be alive! Hell, he'll be lucky if he LIVES!" he shook Murdoc roughly. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Noodle kneeled down beside 2D, holding one of his hands and brushing his hair away from his face as she dialed for 911 on her cell phone. Although she appeared calm on the outside, she was terrified inside. The thought of losing her best friend was too much for her. She looked over her shoulder and glared at Murdoc, who was making pitiful excuses to Russell, but said nothing.

Soon, the sound of sirens could be heard and got closer quickly, the sound almost deafening to them as the ambulance turned into the alley. Police arrived seconds later, causing Murdoc to pale slightly.

Within minutes, 2D was loaded into the ambulance and Noodle was in the back with him, the doors were shut and they were speeding away. Russell had decided he would wait with Murdoc while he was questioned, then would make his way to the hospital, with or without Murdoc.

He couldn't have been more shocked when, somehow, Murdoc was allowed to leave with Russell to go to the hospital.

Soon, the three were reunited in a waiting room as doctors tried to stabilize 2D. Noodle, feeling numb despair, didn't notice the silent tears running down her cheeks. Russell put a large comforting hand on her shoulder and she leaned against him. Murdoc sat leaning forward, staring at his dirty brown boots.

None of them spoke as they waited to hear the fate of 2D.