By KillingLoneliness666
Disclaimer: I don't own Gorillaz or any pf their music or characters. Wish I did though. :/
Copyright: These are my ideas and no one is to use them for any purpose.
Chapter one: Summer in the City
It was a hot and muggy Saturday afternoon. The sweltering heat was unbearable, which was why the streets as of today were completely deserted. The only signs of life was the appearance of only a handful of cars drifting around town, as if the cars themselves were suffering from heat exhaustion.
The eerie silence was abruptly broken as a vehicle came racing down the street at nearly 80 mph (A/N: No offense, but I'm not even sure if this is the unit of speed measure they use in England. I just assume it is, since I've never stepped foot in the place. So bear with me people). The tires screeched to a stop to let another car pass in front. The driver, with mismatched eyes and an evil scowl, honked angrily at the fool who dared cross his path.
He looked to his left and caught a glimpse of something that made his jaw drop slightly. It was a woman- no, a girl- dressed in a skimpy leather outfit. Her skirt was short enough to see nearly all of her ass. She wore knee-high black boots and a low-cut shirt that exposed most of her cleavage. This girl couldn't have been more than 15 years old!
She saw this angry driver staring at her in disbelief and decided to walk (or more like strut) over to him. Her boots made a clacking noise as they hit the concrete. She came up to the vehicle and leaned in close. Too close. "Hello sir." she said somewhat timidly. She stared into his eyes with her bright green ones. "My name is Vivian and I'm here to offer my 'services' for a bit of money."
"Wh-wh-wot???" asked the man in disbelief. "Ya look far too young for me girl! What the 'ell are ya thinking'???" Vivian frowned. "Sir, I have no home and I really need money. If you don't feel comfortable, I can at least offer a hand job. Please, I haven't eaten in a while." His eyes widened. "Listen girly, can't ya get a real job or somethin'?"
"Um, I'm sorry sir. But as I said before, I don't have a home. No one will employ someone who lives on the streets." "Well, then where are your parents?" he asked. Vivian looked away from him and at the ground. "Well, they…. they died…. in a fire sir." She looked like she was about to cry.
"'ey, don't get all teary-eyed on me! Listen, as despiteful and evil as I am, I'm not gonna pay some teenage girl to do me sexual favors. I ain't some pedophilic sicko." He could see now that tears were forming at the corners of Vivian's eyes.
He sighed deeply and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "I'll tell ya wot, get inside." he said as he gestured to the seat beside him with his thumb. She came around to the other side of the vehicle and opened the door. "Thank you so much sir. You don't have to pay full price for thi-" "Just sit down" he said without looking at her.
As Vivian took her seat, she reached over to undo his pants. He pushed her hand away and started driving. "Um, sir, what are you doing….?" she asked worriedly. "You told me ya don't 'ave a home, so I'm gonna take ya to mine." he said, still focused on the road in front of him.
"But…. you don't have to do this for me sir. I mean, I haven't even done anything for you so why-" "Hey, I can always dump you back on the streets." he said with the slightest trace of a smirk on his face. "And quit callin' me 'sir'. I didn't do anything do deserve that title."
"Then what should I call you?" Vivian asked. He was quiet for a moment, then said, "Murdoc. Murdoc Niccals." "Hmmm, Murdoc…." she said as she went over each syllable under her breath.
The ride was silent for what seemed like hours. Vivian kept fidgeting in her seat nervously. "Um….Murdoc…." she said quietly. "Huh?" "….Thank you…." Murdoc said nothing, but let a smirk pass his lips ever so slightly.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Damn, this fucking heat is killin' me." he said as he sped up.
(A/N:) So tell me what you guys thought of that. No flames please.