The cover art was drawn by the talented Bluehorizon89. Thanks again for letting me use it.
It was raining hard as cars zoomed by, sending up water onto sidewalks, also anyone unlucky enough to be there. One of the speeding cars stuck out from the others, as it was shiny or new.
The car was an old one, rusted even in places with a few places where silver is found. It was an old fashioned Corvette, one that made some noise.
Driving the car was an adult with slightly long greasy black hair, green skin with a long nose, searing dark brown eyes. He was wearing a black top hat with a red sash around it and his clothing choice was old fashioned noble man style.
Beside him in the front seat was a ten year old with shaggy black hair, pale green skin, and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a ripped white t-shirt with worn out jean shorts and black sneakers.
In the back seat was a five year old with short black hair, tanned skin which held a green hue, and dark brown eyes. He was wearing a stained gray tank top with blue shorts and black boots.
This small family were known as the Niccals. The driver is the father; Sebastian Jacob Niccals, and his two sons. The oldest in the front seat; Hannibal Niccals, and his youngest in the back, Murdoc Niccals.
The small child was glaring out the window at the rain. This was the fourth time they were moving in his whole life.
His father was into some shady business, drugs and stuff. He often got in trouble with the police. He could easily bribe them, but other times they wouldn't be bribed. So that made Sebastian move them around a lot.
Murdoc didn't know where he first arrived at his dad's, he just knew the first place he remembered living was Stroke-on-Trent. His mother had left him on his father's doorstep as an infant, never to come back.
The child made a fist in his shorts as he looked at his father. The man was awful, but then, so was the rest of the world. His father loved to abuse him and humiliate him. If Murdoc spoke out of term, he was hit, if he tripped on the rug, he was hit, if he so much as whined he was hit.
Everything he did always resulted in him being hit.
And he did NOT want to think of the ways he humiliates him. Where ever they move to, there is always a bar with a talent contest. Sebastian would force Murdoc on stage since he was three, and put him in silly costumes, with ridiculous songs or dances. He always won since the owners always have weak spots for children.
The worst was when he was forced to do Pinocchio, as some people told their kids, who then recognized Murdoc and tortured him over it. He has since hated anything that reminds him of that demented puppet or any puppet.
Murdoc then looked over to his brother, when he was three, he looked up to Hannibal, he since learned not to. Hannibal was just as bad as his dad. Sometimes Hannibal would invite Murdoc to hang with him and his friends. This made the child happy, till he realized that it was so they had something to punch.
That was back when he was three, after that he learned not to look up to his brother or to believe anything he said.
To make all this short and easy, Murdoc was tortured by his family everyday, and with the Niccals reputation and how often they moved, Murdoc was alone. He has no friends, or anyone to help him. He was a five year old who knew all the bad and dirty things in the world, and he was on his own.
Murdoc was taken from his thoughts when the car suddenly stops and nearly chokes him. "Alright you little mistakes, out, this is it." snorted Sebastian. "About damn time, this family bonding drive was killing me." sneered Hannibal.
Murdoc just rolls his eyes and gets out of the car. The house before them was falling apart.
It was brown, bare of any paint, the yard was over grown, and there were broken windows and missing pieces of the roof. To all it was a dump, to the Niccals it was home. But Murdoc saw a dump.
He looked around to see the house was on the street corner and farther down the road he could see house. The houses were pure white and all in neat little rows with neat little yards.
"Where the hell are we." wondered Murdoc. "Dad says Crawley, now shut up and bring some shit in." spat Hannibal. Murdoc sighed to grab a few boxes and heads inside.
The inside was even worse. The walls were bare or had old peeling wallpaper. The floors were creaky and moldy with pieces missing like the roof. Plus there were water stains from leaking pipes. The stairs were splintering and looked like they'd cave in at any moment.
But that was only when you first walked in, who knows what the rest of the house looks like.
Some of the furniture was already in the living room, the ugly floral couch that his dad got from a street corner, covered in rips and stains. His father was laying on it, passed out, not surprising with a bottle of Vodka in hand and a white powder on his nose and the beat up coffee table.
'Looks like its just me and Hannibal.' thought Murdoc.
It took half an hour to get everything in, they don't own a lot. Murdoc grabbed his last bag and headed up the stairs.
The upstairs was bare with stains everywhere and floor boards that were sticking up. There was also four doors. One had a hole in it, Hannibal's mark so that room was his, another had a missing doorknob, the third was just barley hanging there, and the last was the more normal looking door.
Murdoc went for that was as the chances of it having a lock were high. As he passed, he saw the knob less door was the bathroom. 'Dad can have the loose door, bastard likes things loose anyway.' thought Murdoc bitterly.
So the child enters the room to shut the door, happy to see it locks. The room was small but had a closet. His old ratty mattress was on the floor by a broken window. 'Cold nights for me.' thought Murdoc.
The walls were peeling from an old ugly yellow-green wallpaper, and the floor looked more sturdy than the rest of the house. "I think I got the best room." muttered Murdoc.
He set his bag down and went to get his last two boxes. Now with all his things, Murdoc locks the door and sets to making his room.
He dumps his clothes into the closet and shuts the door. His last box holds a few movies along with a few books and an old worn out Raven toy.
His father never got him or Hannibal anything to play with, but when the five year old found the old toy in the trash, he grabbed it.
He tossed the toy onto his mattress and takes the movies and books out so he could turn the box into a small table to put them on by his bed. He used the first box the same way and opens his bag, which holds his more important things.
Inside was a bunch of CDs, cassette tapes, batteries, posters, a portable CD player, and a tape player that worked as a radio too. Murdoc set the radio/cassette player on the homemade table and piled the CDs and tapes next to it. He takes the CD player and puts some batteries in it.
Sometimes when things are down, he and his brother will resort to stealing. He got the CDs and tapes from different homes, the CD player and radio he got from the same place. He was always looking for good music as it was his escape from this horrible reality.
He put the player on his bed to grab his posters. They were of his top three favorite bands: The Clash, Black Sabbath, plus Ossy Osbourne. Once the posters were hanging up, Murdoc stepped back to admire them before looking at his CDs.
He soon settled on a Black Sabbath CD and put the disc in the player. He put his headphones on and laid down on his bed. Murdoc closed his eyes as the music played.
As the music picked up, Murdoc's mind wondered away, leaving this disgusting house behind. The child saw himself, on stage before screaming fans, playing a bass to the music. He was even singing the words. His bandmates were behind him, but hidden in shadows as he didn't know who they were...yet.
Murdoc had found last year how much he loved music, his escape, and his support. It was after this discovery that he decided to become a rock star. He wanted to take the stage, but by his own choice, not because of someone else, especially his father.
When musicians wrote or played their songs, they put themselves into the music, letting their voices be heard. Murdoc wanted his voice to be heard, for his music to rule the earth.
Fame and fortune is just a nice little bonus.
He opened his eyes to stare at his posters. All the front men vanished and he saw himself in their places. Murdoc grinned at this, his was going to be a rock star.
His voice was going to be heard worldwide.
A/N: First chapter done. Got the idea for this after seeing Bluehorizon89's pic of 2D and Murdoc as kids (the cover art). Again, big thanks to Bluehorizon89 for letting use the picture. Now what will happen next? Stay tuned and plz review.