Murdoc gripped tightly to the metal railing as he stared out at the ocean and the trash floating along it. It felt like it had been a decade since he was last really around people, he did have small talk when the supply ship would arrive, but very rarely. Generally he was inside his plastic prison drinking, that's why he had come out here so he could be away from people.
He thought back to Kong Studios and how he really had tried to stay there. He stayed as long as he could have, but he grew too paranoid that demons would get him especially so close to the mouth of Hell. He was surrounded by people, but he felt isolated. He felt, no he knew everybody around him hated him and blamed him for his band falling apart. He had spent most of his time drunk, going to different states, and countries. He'd have sex with any woman he could find generally prostitutes, after awhile he had run low on money. When that happened he had to go back to the place he used to proudly call home, the large haunted mansion that anymore just seemed to taunt him. One day he couldn't take it anymore, couldn't take the loneliness, the rage, depression, and the guilt. So he doused most of the rooms in gasoline, lit a match, and watched Kong burn to the ground. When he had stood there watching it burn, listening to the screams of the dead he felt like his humanity was completely gone.
He didn't want to feel weak anymore, he didn't want people staring at him, and making him feel things. He didn't have control over anything, he felt like everybody else owned a part of him. So that's when he took the insurance money from the 'accidental' fire and fled. He hadn't spent a hell of a lot of time sleeping so he had plans for where and what he was going to do. He packed some things, Stylo, and materials he needed before leaving for the middle of the Pacific Ocean; there was a place a giant floating landfill that with enough work and cash he had turned into a mansion. From a distance it actually looked pretty. This large pink painted land with its fake grass, fake sand, and the mansion that sat upon it. He felt it was perfect like that something that looked beautiful and promising from a distance, but the moment you set foot on it you realized it was just painted filth. Nothing but lies.
He heard a clicking sound behind him and turned around looking at the figure standing there. She was beautiful he had to admit; he also had to admit she scared him at times. Her hair was a black blue that barely reached her shoulders and generally covered her dark colored eyes; her skin was pale and shiny, face lacking emotion except the times she would give this horrifying smile. She was almost the same height as Murdoc; she was thin built, in a navy blue makeshift army uniform he had designed. She was his soldier, she obeyed him, and very rarely questioned him except for a time or two she had attacked him nearly killing him. He had fixed that glitch though; she stood with a sniper rifle at the ready looking up in the air. She looked exactly like Noodle, but she was nothing like her and never would be. He sighed and followed her gaze; the sky was turning black filled with thick dangerous looking black clouds. They would be attacking again, they always did.
"I'll be inside Cyborg, tell me once they're gone." He said before turning and making his way back inside.
He made his way to the elevator and down to the study room. It was the best place to hide out when the island was being attacked, mostly because he kept most of his rum in there. He grabbed a new bottle and sat down in the large leather chair.
He wondered if the real Noodle would ever come back, she was a strong and intelligent girl. She'd be a grown woman now if she managed to get out of Hell.
He smirked as he thought over the past three weeks. He had a plan in his mind that so far had been going quite smoothly. He had sent Cyborg Noodle out to do interviews with magazines, talk to them, say that she was just fine, and saying that there was to be a new Gorillaz album soon. He wondered if Russel or 2D saw the interviews or the clips on TV of confused reporters trying to figure out what was going on and why Noodle kept referring to Murdoc as her master.
If Russel found out and found Plastic Beach he would probably murder the bassist. 2D on the other hand was probably too stupid and doped up to realize anything. Murdoc had found him though, found his apartment address awhile back. Apparently the singer had been trying to work on some music projects, but mostly did modeling jobs for anybody who wanted a black eyed pretty boy lacking intelligence.
He thought back to Kong before the blue haired man had left. How depressed he had been, how enraged he was the day he found out Noodle really was in Hell and that Murdoc had been lying to all of them. He thought back to how badly he had beaten him and how some part of him thought maybe 2D would come back. He'd always thought of the younger man like an abused dog, you could beat it repeatedly within an inch of its life and it would still come back to you a day or two later wagging its tail happy to see you. Murdoc smiled sadly at the thought before taking another drink from the bottle.
Tomorrow he would have him back though. Originally Murdoc hadn't even wanted to continue making music or doing much of anything. He had just wanted to be on the island alone with the Cyborg mostly there for protection purposes, but over time the loneliness drove him more insane which he didn't know was possible. He would have nightmares, cry, and think back to his old life. He didn't give a damn what his contract said or what demons were coming after him, he missed having his band. He missed playing the shows and getting all of the attention so he was working to get those days back. The robot already knew how to play guitar and she had a rather good voice on her, the days Murdoc had spent out of his mind from depression were days he had spent writing song lyrics. It felt weird actually writing lyrics, some of them were lyrics he had written years ago when things were much better, but he still couldn't help the depression that would over come him. He kind of felt embarrassed and weak to admit these words were his, but he was far past caring anymore. He thought about looking for Russel, but he really didn't have the slightest clue where the possessed man was hiding in the world. He had searched everywhere that he could, looked at resources, and forums on the internet….Yet the searches all came up empty, but 2D he found easily…Quickly actually, he wouldn't even go through with a new record if he couldn't find 2D.
He wondered how much the singer would hate him, wondered if he even care that 2D hated him…No he didn't care if the younger man hated him, if he hated them then that'd make all of this easier on Murdoc; he could work on the new record and not have to feel anything. He wouldn't have to worry about his mental state or having feelings for the younger man, he had worked so many months to kill those feelings. He didn't want to love him; he didn't deserve to love him so like that he made himself stop. The words on the pages all pointed other wise, but nobody would ever think that Murdoc Niccals had spent his isolated time writing love songs dedicate to a man who hated him. He would never let the world know that or himself for that matter.
He took another long drink from the bottle and listened to the gun shots and screams outside. He closed his eyes and leaned back, it almost sounded like Kong. He thought back to one night years ago when he had been lying in his bed listening to the sounds of the dead walking the halls of Kong raising their hell. He remembered the door to his Winnie opening then slamming shut, a moment later 2D had been curled up against his side his face buried against his chest and his body shaking. He couldn't sleep and felt that the ghosts outside his room would get him so he had gone to Murdoc for safety. He had been so happy having the blue haired man at his side, his breath against his skin. He'd held him tightly and told him that it was alright and that nothing was ever going to hurt him.
That was the past though, those moments were gone. Those sorts of memories were buried beneath ones with a lot of screaming, drinking, and heartache. He had erased the memories of the singer's touch with the touch of prostitutes and groupies. He didn't want to be a human anymore; he didn't feel like one in the least. Sometimes he didn't even look like one, his skin used to just be a slightly green hue now it was just green, his ears were slightly more pointed, face longer, both eyes were dark brown, nails pointed jagged, and teeth like a sharks. His eyes were the most human part about him anymore and he hated them for that, they showed more emotion than he wanted them to. He feared somebody would see the pain, see the fear there that he really didn't have control over anything.
That's why he was on Plastic Beach though, that's why he had built the cyborg, and that's why one way or another he was going to start his band up again. He didn't care what he had to do or who he had to hurt he just needed this, he couldn't stand the thought of a life where he just melted into the background waiting to die from alcohol poisoning or to be dragged off to hell. He would fight the demons searching for him and the bastards trying to take the island from him. Murdoc never went down without some form of a fight.
"Master I got rid of the pirates. I managed to kill eight of them and the rest of them fled." The cyborg reported
Her voice was cold, mechanical lacking the life of the girl she was modeled after.
Murdoc rose to his feet and walked over to the robot, she was a bit cut up and that black liquid was flowing from her eyes again. He sighed and guided her down to the laboratory where he would repair her then put her back on the charger for the remainder of the night. He worried about her glitches and break downs, worried they would happen during a show or keep the record from being completed. It was nothing he couldn't fix though, he would just continue fixing her and resetting until she was in working condition again.
He went over his plan for tomorrow again; it wasn't like he had to come up with a grand scheme to kidnap the singer. 2D was never really aware and there were some things Murdoc knew would never change and that was one of them.