Puzzle Piece
A middle aged man of about forty years old rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked at the woman in the fully padded cell. Long black stringy hair mixed with many gray streaks was thrown all about her face, even in front of her mismatched eyes, one a deep brown that almost looked black, and the other a dark pink which actually gave off the impression that it was a red color.
She was huddled in a color, light blue hospital gown on with matching in color pants. However, the white straight-jacket that was put on her carefully showed through just how violent she could really be.
The doctor already knew this however, he was new to being her psychiatrist but had been in enough violent sessions to know her true colors which were far from the docile facade she showed in that very instant.
He swallowed thoughtfully and then nodded his head, a nurse right beside him to help him if he needed any even though he was a very independent man and followed by the old saying that if you wanted something done correctly, then you should always do it yourself.
"Mrs. Tretim." The doctor said aloud to the female patient who gave no response. "Mrs. Tretim, would you happen to have any relatives alive? Lovers or offspring, friends or family at all?"
She then slowly looked up and nodded slowly. "I have a lover still alive.."
The psychiatrist looked thoroughly amazed. That was the first intelligent response he had ever gotten out of her before. "Yes, dear? What might be his name?" He asked encouragingly.
" Sebastian Niccals or Jacob Niccals..or Sebastian Jacob Niccals..it all depends on who's asking.." She gave a soft smile at the old saying her lover had given off to people who asked of him.
"Niccals? Well, I hope I don't blatantly sound ignorant when I say this but, my niece is a huge fan of Gorillaz and she spools off about them a lot of the time and she's always talking about a bassist in the band. Murdoc Niccals I believe it was. Might this be..offspring? Yours if I could be so bold to ask?"
The old woman gave out a soft laughing but made no move to answer.
The nurse leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Murdoc Niccals is her only offspring sir, her and Jacob Niccals son. Hans Niccals was Murdoc's older brother, however, it's not of her offspring."
The doctor nodded and then cleared his throat. "Do you deny that Murdoc is your child ?"
That woman only cackled further and then ended as she slumped over, asleep or worn out as it seemed.
The man sighed and looked at the nurse. "As it's usually public, I have heard a many of times that Murdoc Niccals has been in and out of jail and has done some pretty odd interviews, almost sounding as though...he's just not all there, correct?"
"As his files suggest."
The doctor nodded. "I want to be on the phone with this Murdoc Niccals in no less then thirty minutes. He needs to be examined immediately."
And with that said the Doctor Carson stepped feverishly out of the room as he made way to his office, Nurse Patricia closely behind.
"'ou lil' runt!" A shaggy haired bassist called out from the couch as he watched some sort of horse race that hadn't even gone on yet.
"Muds? They haven't even let the horses out yet." Russel said sitting next to the man who was growling fiendishly at the television.
Murdoc looked over at the man with a raised eyebrow. "Wot?"
Russel then raised an eyebrow also. "I said the race hasn't even begun yet."
"I know that."
Russel then shook his head and looked at the TV. "Then why were you calling the horse a runt?"
"'cause 'e looks like one dudn't he?"
Russel shook his head and gave out a small laugh.
"I mean really! Look at his tiny lil' toothpicky legs! That ratty, stringy blonde hair! It's even hunched ova'! Either it's old, or it was born with an STD."
Russel looked back at him and scoffed. 2-D, who resided to the floor who was next to Murdoc's feet looked up and gave a huge grin.
"Ya' fink a horse could be born wit' an STD Murdoc?" 2D asked curiously, a stupid grin still plastered on his face.
"Well, that one can." He grumbled, still not being able to fight a small smile on his lips.
Noodle gave a disgusted look at the lot of men who found the joke humorous and then turned her attention to the ringing of a phone.
"I'll get it!" Noodle called out happily and stood up carefully as she picked up the phone which was on the end table next to Russel.
"Hallo! This is Noodle speaking from Gorillaz!" She answered cheerfully waiting for an answer.
Murdoc looked over curiously, hoping it wasn't someone from down at the pub that he had been in last night, he had a made quite a few of enemies in just last night, it was honestly not his fault that they decided to ask if he would leave at closing time for once!
"Oh, okay. Yes, Murdoc-san is right here."
Murdoc swallowed, almost fully convinced that it was going to be that bartender, ready to fight right outside of Kong.
Murdoc shakily took the phone and cleared his throat.
"Ello?" He answered gruffly.
"Hello , it has come to my attention that your mother is a patient here at Strellington Mental Hospital and it has also come to my attention she a schizophrenic, correct?" The intellectual voice replied in one long sentence.
"Yea'..Yea' tha's right." Murdoc replied.
"Well in recent er..studies, I have realized that it might be best if you would come down for a quick examination."
"E-Examination?" Murdoc asked in a gruff, curious voice.
"Yes , just a few quick tests to make sure that the Schizophrenia was no passed down genetically."
"Schiz-..Genetically?"
"Yes sir, If you could come down at about four O'clock today then we could most likely have you out by six or seven. If this isn't convenient then we might be able to work out a different time for you. It would be best to have some sort of family come with you. Perhaps your father if you wish?"
"No. I'm not bringin' 'im down there. He's a bloody drunken maniac with nothing better ta' do then ruin me life. Forget that all together mate." Murdoc replied regaining some coherence by the words.
Russel cocked an eyebrow at the man who sat up stiffly in a pure nanosecond.
"I-I'm sorry sir, but it really would be best to bring some sort of family if you could..I hear you have an older brother? Hannibal if I shouldn't be mistaken."
"My older brother? I dunno what happened to him, last I heard he had gotten shot, through the stomach, don' believe he woulda' lived through tha' one eh?"
Noodle gasped from her spot on the floor and put a hand over her mouth.
Murdoc stole a quick glance at her and then took his attention back to the phone.
"I'm very sorry sir but anyhow, I suppose today would be alright then?"
Murdoc raised an eyebrow at the mans eagerness.
"S' fine. Four ya' say? Well you can examine me all ya' want ta' Doc but I ain't like her."
"Right, right. It's purely precautions sir. Don't worry. I'll be glad to see you at four, goodbye."
And with that the phone went to static in an instant.
Murdoc handed the phone back to a slightly disturbed guitarist and then cleared his throat looking back at the TV.
"What was that all about man?"
"Some loony bin. Want's to examine me or something at the mental hospital."
"What? Why would he want ta' do that man?" Russel asked slightly concerned by then.
"My mother's a Schizophrenic. It's genetic though..he wan's ta' make sure I ain't got any of that stupid-" Murdoc looked down at the young guitarist and then cleared his throat.
"That I didn't get what my mother has."
Russel nodded, slightly appreciative that he didn't go into detail about what his mother was and sat back.
" What was he talkin' bout' ya' brother for Murdoc?" 2D then asked slightly interested as he looked up aty the bassist, slightly fearful at being kicked or hit by the question, but all the same he couldn't help but feel the need to ask the question.
"Wanted me to bring family wit' me. Bloke doesn't know what 'e's talkin' 'bout. I'm goin' alone. I ain't brigin them."
"Murdoc, you ain't goin' alone man, were comin' with you. We ain't jus' gonna let you go off to some loony bin and then hope that you actually come back." Russel smiled.
"Oh, gee, thanks Russ." Murdoc replied with a small frown on his lips even though Murdoc couldn't deny the fact that he was slightly happier and felt more at ease when he thought about how they were coming.
But there was still that small thought in the back of his head, his mother. She was still there, and he could remember why he had been given away to his father.
When he had first been born, it had already been set up for him to be shipped to his father since she was in a mental hospital and couldn't possibly care for a baby there, but they left her alone for one minute, only to get the next guard inside her cell and she had tried to strangle Murdoc. She had hardly accomplished the task before the guard came in and took the small baby away, taking it to Jacob Niccals house at once.
Murdoc swallowed slowly. Suddenly, he didn't feel like watching the horse races much more, with that thought in mind, he resided to his Winnebago without anyone questioning him, they felt that if they questioned or gave him sympathy it would only worsen his mood and for this, Murdoc was almost thankful that he wasn't given sympathy.
I really hope you guys like this! No, sorry for all you people who like yaoi (I enjoy the reading of it at times too though..lol!) but it is not going to be a Murdoc/2D fic, really sorry. It's just gonna be a Murdoc/the entire band kind of thing. Hurt/comfort ya' know? :) So, I hope you like the first chap. and thank you if you leave a review! (Please do?)