HI! Welcome to my story! I don'town Gorillaz...Damon and Jamie do...sooo ya, please read it! By the way, there are a bunch of notes on the bottom that you NEED to read or else you will be verrry confused.

I stared at my vacant, black, eyes on the faint reflection of the bathroom tiles. I closed them, about ready to fall asleep again. "I hate mornings..."

I read the random graffiti on the walls. Demons had written most of it...I wrote some. "2D tried pot"..."Murdoc is dependant on Viagra"... Demons wrote those ones...They seemed to know everyones dirty little secrets..."Hmmm...Murdoc sure knows how to pick a house...Zombies in the LANDFILL we have for a yard...Demons in the loo, watching your every move..."

Thinking of the privacy I had long since forgotten, I detected a slight movement near my cold numb toes. I could feel eyes burning into me from below, which was very embarrasing since I was standing there, takin' a leek. I just ignored it. I'm used to being watched basically 24/7 anyway. With that thought, I glanced up at the security camera. "Who's bright idea was it to put a freaking CAMERA in the bathroom? Oh yeah...Murdoc..."

I shuddered at the thought. Though I couldn't see what was in the room with me, cold chills ran up my spine when I got the distinct feeling that it intended to bring me harm. Man, sometimes I hate this place...can't even use the loo without risking your freaking life! I sighed and closed my eyes. "It's probably safer out in the landfill than in here..."

This thought was interrupted when I felt something crawl up my leg. I tried to scream but whatever it was changed shape into something big enough to hold me in place, and wrap its twisted, bony, fingers around my face to cover my mouth. Its skin itself seemed to wrap around mine, giving off a cold, clammy feeling, worse than being groped by a zombie feeling for a particularly soft spot on your flesh to bite into. The demons stench was so strong, like rotting flesh, it hung in the air, and I could taste it. I couldn't hear anything but the clock on the wall...ticking...Panic took ahold of me, and I thrashed in its arms, but it squeezed the air from my lungs and kept me from moving. It stretched its neck around so I could see its face...or lack thereof. Where its eyes should have been, there were two empty sockets. No nose...but it had a mouth. An ugly twisted hole, lipless, with jagged yellow teeth, worse than Murdoc's. It's skin was charred black...ripped and scarred. It dug its yellowed fingernails into my face where it was holding me silent. "I'm gonna die..."

The demon slowly lowered its ugly head down past my ear, where I couldn't see what it was doing. I got ready for it to bite into my spinal chord or something like that...the demon was motionless for so long...I actually started to relax a little bit...until it jumped back into action, plunging its horrible teeth deep into my shoulder. The pain seemed to split the veins inside me, and clutch my throat, and tear it out. It made getting hit by a car seem like a gentle nudge, and having my arm pulled out of the socket when I was twelve feel like a tug on my wrist. This time it let me scream, when it dropped me on the floor with a small "thud". I probably broke the sound barrier and shattered all the mirrors, but it was hard to see, being doubled over on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, in a pool of my own blood, wishing I could die and just end the pain. The demon stood over me. Watching. Watching me curl up on the floor, sobbing uncontrolably. It bent down, its knees letting out a sickening snap, and cupped my chin, forcing me to look up at its "face" again. It wiped away a tear from my face, but not in a comforting way...in a sick, demented way that made me feel abused...Then it smiled. A smile so ugly, so disgusting, it terrified me, turned my stomach, it even made my eyes bleed. If my scream didn't break the mirrors, its smile sure did. My cheek stung where its surprisingly gentle fingers rested. That "gentleness" dissapeared, when it suddenly shoved me backwards, so I was lying on my back. It eyed me, and I got the same feeling as before when it was watching me...My face burned with shame, turning bright red. I flinched when the demon reached twords me and zipped up my fly for me. How nice. Then it was gone, and I was alone, feeling very violated, in terrible pain, and wishing someone would find me. Several minutes passed. "I guess no one heard me screaming freaking bloody murder..

I thought when I realized that nobody was going to come. "Well no one needs to know...except maybe an excorsist..."

I shivered at the thought of this happening to Noodle. "Yep, I'm calling an excorsist..."

Somehow, by the grace of God, I was able to haul myself up into my room to nurse my shoulder. I stared at the reflection in my mirror. I couldn't help but gape at the sight of the deep, open, wound, that stretched all the way from halfway up my neck to the back of my shoulder. "That sonnova---" "OW!"

I snapped my hand back from where I had barely even touched the surface of my skin next to the slightly discolored wound. The pain screamed at me, shooting up into my head and down into my arm into my hand, throbbing at my fingertips. The throbbing turned to rythem in my head, making me very sleepy. I quicky wrapped it up with gauze, so it was compleatly hidden. I put my shirt back on, hoping no one would notice the bright red stain that was still growing on my shoulder. I fell backwards onto my bed, pulling the covers over my head, hoping the demon had just gone back into the hell hole it had probably come from, instead of messing with me some more. I felt slightly different, but the thought was lost (like so many others) when I let myself fall asleep.

Ok, so this is my first attempt at a chapter story...Yes,I know its kinda wierd...the setting being in a bathroom and all...but whatever. The pairings will probably be like this: One sided Murdoc x 2D, 2D x OC (Who is NOT based on me), and MAYBE, just maybe 2D x Noodle (who, by the way, will be 19 and 2D will still only be 23) Hopefully, I'll actually finish this story...but reviews will motivate me! Lots and lots of reviews!