This story... right, about this one. I pulled this one down for varying reasons, mainly about how I portrayed psychopaths in an apparently "bad" light. The story was never meant to show them solely in this way. It was actually a story about how someone or something can change who you are, whether it be for better or worse. But what do I know? Maybe a depressed (practically a) psychopath cannot write about a psychopath. Anyways, IDGAF anymore.

Chapter One

3rd Person

It was around midnight at Kong Studios, when a package had arrived at their doorstep. The four members gathered 'round the unexpected package, which was more or less a crate. Noodle reached down and started to pry the lid off. When the lid finally popped off, inside sat a young boy with a beanie and fleece. "Not this shit again." Groaned Murdoc. Noodle looked at Murdoc, obviously annoyed with his response, as she appeared the same way. After Russel lifted the child out of the box, a letter was left inside. Russ picked up the letter, reading it aloud.

Dear Gorillaz,

I am a psychopathic mute, who you will know as Redrum to keep my real name hidden. I was supposed to be sent to another asylum, actually, here in Essex, but I changed the shipping location just before I was sent. Why I came in a crate and why I was going to an asylum will be addressed once you gain my trust. If I do talk, I am usually angry and you should run, as you see, tucked under my shirt and on my belt loops, are various weapons. Guns, knives, grenades, a tomahawk or two, so you do not want to get on my bad side. If I happen to grow attached to you, which is very rare, I will talk to you frequently, though I may or may not continue my death threats. I have read up on you, your stories and the band's history, so I know exactly, and I mean exactly, what your places are and who you are as people. Murdoc is pretty much a bitch, Russel is Noodle's "father-figure" and the "glue" of the band, 2D is the lead singer and is soft-spoken and caring of all the members, and Noodle is... well, Noodle. I will find my place in the group, as I have found plenty of time whether in or out of the asylum, about music and learned quite a bit about your style (which was a chore to find by the way) and how to play many, many instruments. I will also need a mask, as I need my identity hidden and that's kind of hard to do if you happen to be one of the world's most notorious killers.

Signed,

Psychopathic Mute

"So..." 2D started, nerves in edge. "'is kid is psychopathic an' may or may not be bent on killin' us?" He asked. Redrum gave a thumbs up, leaving the crate. "Wait, where are you going?" Russel asked. Red ignored him and continued walking. What did he expect from a mute? An answer?

Red POV

I sat in someone's room, likely Noodle's, as there was a katana in the corner and a picture of her and her mentor framed on a nearby desk. I fiddled with a pocket knife, twirling it in my fingers. The door opened, Noodle stepping in. The lights were off, so once she turned them on, she saw me sitting there, knife in hand. "Oh shit!" She yelled. She jumped slightly, me still sitting on her bed. "What're you doing in here?!" She yelled more. I shrugged, not really sure where to go. She realized I had no room eventually. "Oh yeah, no room. Well, I guess you can stay here for now." She offered. I gave a thumbs up, being unable to show emotion. She sat next to me, staying a bit further back. "Can you... um, put the knife away? Just kinda scaring me, y'know." She asked, fear present in her voice. I flipped the blade back into its case and onto its respective loop. "I want to try and care for you, but it's hard to care for a psychopath. I know, I know, 2D is almost a psychopath, but he can feel things that people like you aren't able to feel." She said. I felt the urge to say something, to pull out a switchblade during my first hour at Kong. But I didn't. I felt... something. Something other than anger or hatred. I felt, care, for Noodle of all people. But why? Why did I feel something? Or anything for that matter. I stared into nothingness, or so I thought. As it turns out, I stared dead at her chest. She probably would've slapped the living mess out of me, but she knows the consequences. Death. I would pull out a knife a jam it into her stomach, maybe an eye or two. She shook me out of my state of daydreaming. "You know, even if you are daydreaming, you should never look straight into a woman's chest." She joked. I would've laughed. In fact, she would be the only person I would've shown emotion for. We talked for hours, or more of she would ask questions and I would answer them as best I could, being unable to actually answer. But one resonated with me. "How old are you?" I know this sounds simple, but to me, it meant a lot. Being in and out of asylums meant my age wouldn't matter to those around me, but only to fucking scientists and psychiatrists. I put up a single finger (to represent "one"), and one hand with a thumb (to represent a "six"). "Sixteen?" She asked. I nodded. I grew attached to her.

O.o

Two months into my stay at Kong, it dawned on me that I was taking away Noodle and 2D's hang out time. Before I came, they were closer than anyone could've been. But once I arrived, they grew further and further apart. I would say it hurt me, but it didn't in any way. I sat in Noodle's room, aimlessly laying in her bed... well, our bed at this point. I stayed in here for my entire stay so far. We spent most nights just chilling out from the work put in front of us each day, whether it be writing songs and composing music, or running a few errands and doing interviews. Those were kinda weird, since speaking was out of my palette. But we found an answer. Noodle dedicated herself to learn sign language, or at least as much as she would need to know, like words a psychopath would use. So she would translate my signs so I wasn't a ghost at the interview. We grew closer the more we "talked" and hung out. But one day, she just stopped talking to me. She told me to leave her room and that she'll need a bit of space to think for a while. I respected her decision, as I would with anything she did. During this time, she hung out more with 2D and Russel. It hurt a bit, but again, I respected her actions. We got a bit more distanced as we continued our silence for two more months. It felt as if she suddenly hated me, for whatever reason, and she wanted to cut ties with me. But she did let me back into her life after what felt like an eternity. You'd think I hated her by then, but it only brought us closer together.