By KillingLoneliness666
Disclaimer: I don't own the Gorillaz. Too bad though. There goes my fun. :/
Copyright: It's my work and my ideas. No using any of them for any reason whatsoever.
Warning: It's rated M for a reason, lots of gore, vulgar language, and sexual themes. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! MWAHAHAHA! cough cough ….Yeah….
Chapter One: Dreams
It was a typical night for Kong Studios and its inhabitants. Everyone slept peacefully under the pale moonlight reflecting off the zombie-infested grounds of the possessed building. Well, almost everyone.
Murdoc Niccals: Satanist, alcoholic, sadist; sleep was somewhat difficult for the bassist as yet another strange dream haunted the depths of his somewhat perverted mind.
A demon with large, black, scaly wings and claws like blades. This is what he saw tonight, every night. The demon would come to him in his sleep and she seemed to suck the life right out of him every time.
But he didn't fear this demon. The only possible way to describe this haunting entity would be "hideously beautiful". And she was indeed just that. Her breasts were the perfect shape and size, those which would give the most decent of men filthy, vile thoughts. She had the perfect hourglass figure that outlined her slender body with intricate detail. She couldn't be described as perfect; she was perfection.
But the most noticeable feature, from her perky, brown nipples to her velvety smooth bottom, was her eyes. They were fire-red and burned with a mixture of desire and hatred. They seemed to be staring straight into Murdoc's soul.
Murdoc could feel her body slither over his own like a filthy, wretched serpent from the depths of Hell. Her scaly fingers traced over the lines and curves and other features of his body. Lower and lower and lower they went, until they found their target. One swift movement and the clothes were off, leaving a bare-naked Murdoc.
The evil, lust-driven demon lowered herself onto Murdoc's noticeably erect penis, triggering a growling moan from the man. She rode him up and down. Up and down, up and down. She rode him for what seemed like hours, draining his energy with every thrust and moan.
The demon finished, leaving behind an empty and broken Murdoc. He woke with a jolt, sweating and shaking uncontrollably. Beneath the covers of his silk-covered bed, a puddle of sticky, wet semen soaked the purple sheets. This was the result of every encounter with that woman. An empty sense of satisfaction.
A wave of nausea and dizziness swept over the Satanist as he attempted to get up from the comfort of his blankets. In nothing but his underwear, he stumbled to the bathroom and spilled the contents of his stomach. Then, for one of the first times in his life, he began to cry.
2D woke that same morning feeling one of his migraines approaching his pretty much empty skull. He grabbed his painkillers, which always sat conveniently on his nightstand, and swallowed five with no water. He then got up and stretched, his back cracking loudly.
The carpark was slightly cold as the blue-haired singer walked barefoot to the lift. He called for the lift with the touch of a button. While waiting, he let his onyx eyes wander to Murdoc's beat-up Winnebago. His curiosity got the best of him as he walked over to the steel door of the vehicle and knocked loudly. There was no sound, not even the sound of suggestive muttering in Murdoc's sleep.
2D became worried with every attempt to get Murdoc to come to the door. Eventually, he opened the door and stepped inside. He was greeted with the mingled smell of liquor, cigarettes, and body odor. He wasn't sickened by the smell, since he had been around Murdoc long enough to get used to it.
He clumsily stepped over many littered beer cans and other trash as he made his way to Murdoc's bedroom. A sudden sound caught his ear and he stopped dead in his tracks. "Muds?" asked 2D to pretty much the wall as he tried to turn his head in the general direction of the sound. The sound became more distinct, like a painful grunt. He rushed over to the bathroom and saw, laying on the cold floor, Murdoc in a fetal position. He was clutching his hair and muttering to himself. "Leave me…. alone. Stay out of my dreams…."
2D became frantic as he kneeled beside the hysteric band mate. "Muds! Muds, wot's wrong?" he asked as he shook the older man violently. "MUDS!" Murdoc's mouth twitched as he tried to speak. "She…. won't stop haunting me…." he said weakly. "Who?" asked 2D as he tried to control his rapid breathing. "Th-that demon! That bitch…. she…." He then passed out cold with a tired sigh.
(A/N:) And that's it for this chapter. I think I've done pretty well on this one. Oh yes, I have plans, BIG plans for Mudsy. :P
It leaves a lot of questions yet to be answered, but you guys'll eventually find out what's going on. Please review and be prepared for more soon enough. :)