Btw, people, gorillaz are not mine (we all know that, we just have to put it on here)
A very long stream of colorful words coming from the bassist mouth could be heard echoing throughout the car park. There was a crash of a glass bottle, the rhythmic, frantic beat of a girl's feet hitting the ground as she ran from the Winnebago, and then nothing.
He was drunk again.
"Not again..." 2d sighed as he watched the girl dash out of the car park.; this was the third night in a row that Murdoc had left for a bar and came home drunk with another girl, then in the fury that the angry drunk had, he scared yet another girl away.
I hope she's olright... Without much further thinking, he followed her.
2d headed in the direction the girl had ran, putting his plans to go to the store and pick up a quick bottle of Diet Mountain Dew (which he was freshly out of) aside.
The girl stood outside; the cold rain hitting her back and soaking through her clothes as she cradled that arm the drunkard had hit with the empty whiskey bottle. Her hand shook as she pulled a shard of glass from her bleeding arm. Cringing from the cold, she cried out a yelp of pain, both emotionally and physically.
As 2d exited the car park, he flinch at the rain hitting his skin. He quickly spotted the girl and rushed over to her.
"Are you olright?" he asked. As he looked her over, soon noticing that she's injured. "'E did this to you...dint 'e?"
The girl flinched when 2d approached her. She quickly nodded, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
She blinked a migraine away; the hangover was coming soon. She opened her mouth to say something but her words froze in her throat; the only thing that came from her mouth was the strong stench of alcohol.
He frowned as he looked at her saddened face.
"We should git you fixed up. Tha looks pretty nasty." he said as his line of vision trailed down to her wound. "But first we should git you inside. The last fing you'd prolly wont roight now is a cold." He looked back up at her and smiled warmly.
"I'll be fine, just take me to a hospital and I'll call my parents from there" the girl said quickly through tears. She didn't care who this man was or how he knew Murdoc, as long as he could drive that's all she cared about at the moment. Once at the hospital she would call her parents to pick her up, then call her lawyer once she was home. She thought she would go with Murdoc, mess around a bit, and then go back to the bar. She would have never guessed that the satanist would have a few more beers between the bar and here and that he was an angry drunk.
She shivered; the cold wind blowing on her wet clothes was the last thing she needed right now. She looked at 2d wondering how this man could see her like this and yet seem so calm, smiling warmly at her as if he was an old friend. She didn't care, the last thing she needed right now was a friend.
"Roight then." he said as he led the girl back into the car park cautiously, unsure if his band mate was up and about. Luckily enough, he wasn't. He was still in the depths of his lair doing who-knows-what.
2d carefully helped the girl into the Geep and quickly set up the roof so they wouldn't get rained on; though it would be completely pointless sense they're both soaked with rain. But, on the other hand, Murdoc would through a fit if he'd find out that the Geep interior was all wet, so putting up the roof wasn't a complete waste. He entered the Geep and quickly sped off at a safe pace, heading straight for the hospital, one he knew all too well. Birds that Murdoc picked up at bar aren't the only people he liked to gang up on.
2d shuttered at the memories of the many bruises he had gotten from the bassist, and shook the thoughts from his head.
About fifteen minutes later, give or take a few, they've arrived at the hospital. They would have usually gotten there later, but thankfully there wasn't any traffic, given how late it was, and 2D was allowed to go a tad past the speed limit.
"Alright, we're 'ere." he said as he pulled up to the front doors.
The girl, still cradling her injured arm, quickly opened the Geep door.
"Don't follow me in, I'll be fine!" she quickly screamed at the blue haired man, then slammed the door shut and ran into the hospital without looking back to see where 2d was. Thankfully that was the only and last time she'd ever seen him again.
He flinched when she screamed at him, and once again hearing the door slam shut. He waited till she went inside and as soon as it was clear, he head back for Kong. On they way back, he ended up fulfilling his earlier task on getting more of his Diet Mountain Dew at small corner store, close to home. Before long he pulled back into the car park and exited the Geep, three two litter bottles in hand.
"Dullard!" Murdoc barked as the pianist exited the Geep. Murdoc was leaning up against the winniebago, and had been waiting for the dullard to return. Once Murdoc saw the Geep gone, he knew 2d had taken it, and the girl.
The first girl that week 2d had driven home, the second girl Russel had escorted after stomping on the bassist's foot and knocking him unconscious. Luckily Russel was in his room this time, and Murdoc knew 2d wouldn't dare raise a fist without fear of getting his remaining teeth knocked down his throat.
Murdoc limped over to 2d; his foot still wasn't healed from what Russel had done, and the cunt who was there earlier had kicked it in fear, causing the satanist to be immobilized for enough time that the girl could escaped.
Without even realizing it, he had flinched and dropped the bottles upon hearing the man shout. 2d turned around slowly, now facing Murdoc. He had nothing to say; he had been completely thrown off guard. He was hoping that Murdoc would have stayed in the Winniebago, and then he'd be in the clear, at least until morning.
Murdoc slowly bent down to retrieve a bottle of the green sugary liquid, frowning a bit and wishing he had a glass bottle to crack over the pianist's head instead. Murdoc glared up at 2d; his eyes holding such hate that a glare, you would think, could burn through steel. "And where," he scowled, "do you think you were?"
"I...I wos...at the store." he said, growing a bit pale. A deathly chill ran down his spine the second their eyes met. Those eyes; the look in them. That was all that went throughout 2d mind. So full of anger and hatred, but you can't help but hold on to a small strand of hope that there is at least a bit of warmth and caring beyond them.
"Lior!" Murdoc barked as he threw the bottle of soda to the floor.
It hit with a force that the gases caused the bottle to break, sending the cap flying up and smacking the old man in the throat. Murdoc coughed and stumbled back a bit, hissing and swearing under his breath. He rubbed the pain away and glared back up at the pianist.
"DAMN YOU!" he roared at 2d as he tackled the blue haired man to the ground and grasped his throat firmly. "You lie! You were out taking moy noight's pleasure away from me!" he barked as he strangled the helpless man.
Letting go of his grip on 2d's throat, he pulled his arm back as far as he could. There was a loud, sickening crack as his boney fist met the left side of 2d's jaw.
2d's head snapped to his right with enough force to smack into the pavement of the car park floor. But yes, a sickening crack it was, which obviously knocked the poor vocalist's jaw painfully out of place. Thankfully the impact on the cold pavement locked it back in place, but with the price of more pain.
The old man growled a bit and debated on getting his rifle to finish the dullard off. After some thought he decided it would be a waste of a bullet and carefully pushed himself up off the shaken pianist and back onto his feet. He opened his mouth to harp on the dullard more, thought better of it, and turned on his heels towards his winniebago.
There would be more time to scream at the dullard later, but for now Murdoc wanted to settle down for the night and give his raspy throat a rest. Though he would never admit it, he also wanted to finish the book he was currently reading. He never did like school during childhood, or reading, but after having to read so much paperwork throughout his career in a band, picking up a good book every once in a while was, in a small sense, enjoyable.
After regaining himself, 2D pulled himself to his feel, carefully rubbing his jaw, whimpering faintly at the small shocks of pain ripping at his jaw. Yeah, this was defiantly going to be a lovely bruise.
He tried to ignore the agony as he gathered up the other two bottles of Diet Mountain Dew, then retreating to his room. He gently set the bottles in a random place on the floor and sat on his bed. From his nightstand he grabbed a small orange bottle, and then dumped the contents into his hand, which happen to be about eight painkiller capsules.
With a swift and hasty movement, 2D downed the pilled, quickly following it with a gulp of water from a bottle that he always kept at his bedside, for this specific reason. Not before long, he soon fell asleep.