This is the new and improved Chapter Two! Updated on 1/15/2014
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Russel:
I was sitting on the couch, drinking some form of hyper active energy drink as Noodle twitched and cursed at her Gameboy beside me. Her thumbs were smashing buttons violently and she kept spitting out angry curses in Japanese. I kept quiet, drinking and watching whatever was on TV as night crawled over the horizon. As the clock hit nine, 2D stumbled into the kitchen. After a few broken plates and a few mumbled curses, 2D sat down beside me, munching on a shady looking bagel.
Nothing was said as Murdoc burst into the TV room, wearing nothing but some dirty underwear and a torn purple cape. I face palmed as Noddle giggled, throwing her Gameboy towards the green skinned bassist. He growled, but swallowed his anger and stomped in front of the TV.
"Alright ya bastards...we gotsa job to do fer tha' big guy." He said, pointing to the floor. We all sighed, knowing that he'd just come out of the second floor bathroom. In the first stall, the toilet was actually a portal to hell.
Yeah...I'm surprised we didn't notice that when we first bought this place.
Murdoc had just come back from a meeting with his 'over lord'. It really isn't on the top of my to do list, to help the devil, but he did helped Gorillaz get to the top, so we did owe him. I chugged the rest of my energy drink and tossed the bottle in the general direction of the recycling bin.
"What is it Murdocu-sama?" Noodle asked, her English still choppy and broken.
"We're gonna 'ave a guest in Kong! Tha' trainer of tha next guard dog 'ta Hell. The Black Clouds scum bags want 'er. We get's ta protect her." He said, pulling on some pants that were in a pile of laundry on the floor. Where the hell is our maid? I can't remember if she quit or if she never came back after her first day.
We all agreed that it would be best to go out and get this dog trainer now instead of later tonight. Muds, 2D, and I also agreed that since the Black Clouds, a group of pirates that Murdoc had been messing with, might be around, that Noodle should stay home. It was just too dangerous for a thirteen year old girl, especially if it was a race against time to find the trainer before the Black Clouds did.
"D'we all gotta go?" 2D asked, his accent high and thick as usual. I nodded silently as we all headed out to meet Murdoc, who was already in the Geep and revving the engine. As always, Murdoc drove recklessly, causing all of us to hold on for dear life as he sped towards the dirtier parts of town.
Murdoc screeched to a stop in front of a tall, dark apartment building. Muds mumbled the address to himself before stepping out of the Geep. 2D and I stayed in the car, watching as Muds marched into the decrepit building, only to walk out a few minutes later.
"Watch man says tha' girl takin' tha' dog to walk at the park. She should be there." Muds said, pulling a half empty carton of cigarettes out of his back pockets and lighting one up. Muds took a few deep huffs of nicotine before he started the Geep again and sped towards the park.
As we drove down the street towards the park 2D began to fidgeting. He was fumbling with his hands in his lap, his feet tapping against the floor of the car and his fingers tugging at his hair. Muds started to growl in irritation, but 2D seemed too stressed out to notice.
"WHA' THA' FUCK YER TWITCHIN' FER!?" Murdoc finally snapped, making 2D flinch. Murdoc smashed on the brakes as soon as he caught sight of the park and pulled up against the sidewalk as soon as he could, almost taking the side mirrors off of five different parked cars.
As soon as we got out of the car, Muds smacked 2D upside the head. The bassist noticed that the singer forgot his gun back home, making Muds and I the only ones that were armed. Before Murdoc had time to shoot 2D in the foot; shouting from inside the park made him stop screaming. We heard a dog snarling and a man screaming from behind some brush and tall grass. We sped into the park, following the sounds of fighting. We were easily able to find the commotion: a tiny girl, a large dog, and two Black Cloud members. The girl looked like she was getting ready to attack one of the men; the one that was pointing his gun at her dog. Her dog was pinning the other hang member to the ground. With a loud cry, the girl started to sprint towards the large bald man threatening her dog.
I managed to grab the girl by the wrist before she did anything stupid, just as Muds shot the bald man in the shoulder. While Muds spoke with the Black Cloud idiots, I got a good look at the trainer. In all honesty, she wasn't what I expected. When I think of someone Satan's chosen to perform a task for him: I think of a big, ugly, twisted person, with an even uglier personality to match.
This girl was tiny, about 5'2, just a little bit taller than Noodle. She looked about 20 years old and was very thin and pale, like she hadn't eaten in a while. Her hair was dirty blond and was cut into an uneven shag. She had the wildest azure blue and sky blue mismatched eyes, but she certainty didn't look evil. She looked kind of pathetic, like she was lost or half alive. She looked dirty and barley able to hold her own weight. Her pale skin was covered in a layer of grime, as was her face. Her high cheek bones were smeared with dirt and her shaggy hair was greasy as could be. Her clothes were a loose fitting Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt, tattered jeans and some chucked up Nike sneakers, all of which were aged and worn as they hung limply from her tiny skeletal figure.
Something was defiant in her mismatched orbs though. Something wild and told me that on the inside, this girl was a fighter. Her mismatched eyes reminded me of Mud's mismatched eyes. Maybe it was a sign that you were the devil's advocate?
"Call off yer mutt." Muds spat at the girl, who whistled to the large dog, who came bounding over gaily. The dog and its owner seemed oblivious to the blood that covered its fur. Murdoc said some words to the men, something about who needed the girl most and whatever the devil wanted her for. It was like repeating the same story over and over again, the plot boring you into smashing your face into the ground.
I faintly noticed out of the corner of my eye that 2D was keeping a good distance away from the girl. It worried me a little, seeing as he was the most personable of us and usually clamored for new found friends. I thought he'd be all over this little trainer, talking with her and becoming good friends, but he kept away. He stood stock still, his eyes watching her in an owl like fashion. I decided it was best to get her out of this situation before she was mentally traumatized any further. I began dragging her to the Geep, her dog followed obediently as we both tucked into the back seats, striking up a soft conversation.
"So...you from America?" I asked, leaning comfortably against the seats. She nodded as I held out my hand for her to shake.
"Albany, New York."
"Brooklyn, New York."
"Shayne."
"Russel."
Our nice conversation was cut short as gunshots flew through the quiet air. Shayne froze in fear, her mismatched eyes wide and locked on mine. I shrugged, looking around the Geep. No one was around us, and Shayne seemed to relax after a moment or so of silence. Soon after, Muds and 2D came back to the car. Muds started the engine and began heading back to her apartment to pack her things up.
"This is Murdoc and 2D." I introduced them, watching her grip on her seat belt turn white as Muds spun and jerked the Geep with each turn and stop. I re-told her the story of why we came here for her, which she took oddly well. She was quiet as we stepped out of the car, make our way into her apartment, and began to pack her things away. As I was carrying the last of the moving boxes out of her apartment and into the small trailer, I called 2D out on his odd behavior.
"D, what's up bro. You're not bouncin' and whatever." I said, shoving the box into the tiny trailer. 'D was leaning against the Geep, smoking. 2D blew out smoke from his cigarette, flinging it onto the pavement. His eyes were darting around nervously
"Whu' if she's like Muds? Beatin' me up 'n what not." He whispered, hoping to be quiet. Murdoc either didn't hear or didn't give a damn, his face stoic as he continued to smoke his own cigarette. Murdoc was a bully, plain and simple, and for some odd reason he always takes it out on 2D. Whether it is because D's the head singer, he has the most groupies, or some other deranged reason. 2D always seemed to get the brunt of Murdoc's anger.
"You heard the story 'D. She's good, dude. Is that why you're not talkin' to her?" I asked patiently, as I heard tiny foot falls against the stairs. 2D blushed, turning his gaze to the dashboard as Shayne and her dog got back into the car. Murdoc seemed to grumble about his smoke break not lasting long enough. He quickly pulled back into traffic, almost causing a multiple car pile-up. The entire ride back to Kong was dead silent, other than Shayne's dog panting.
As soon as we got to Kong, the girl was obviously amazed. She kept looking around with wide eyes, but did gag and cover her mouth as soon as the landfill came into view. At least she didn't throw up at the smell, like Noodle did the first time we came to check out the house. As soon as we parked safely in the garage, Muds whisked off to his Winnebago and 2D disappeared into thin air. The girl and I were left to bring her boxes and bags up to her room. I smirked as we rode up the lift to the main floor, where everyone's bedrooms were.
Except for Murdoc of course, he lived in that damn trailer.
I used my cunning and devilishly handsome good looks, to get her to bunk in the room across from 2D's. Maybe if I put them close together, 'D would be less terrified to speak to her. I could hear him in his room as I dropped some of Shayne's boxes off in her room, he was plunking away softly at his keyboard.
I wonder how the hell he got up here and settled into his room so quickly.
"You're gonna be alright, right Shay?" I asked, watching as she bent down to open one of her boxes. She slowly turned to me with glassy orbs. She was still half bent over the box, her brow furrowed. She seemed to be spacing out. It took a moment for the space cadet to come back to Earth with a shake of her shaggy head.
"Please, just call me Sane. And yeah, I'll be alright. Thank you so much, Russel." She said, cracking her wrists. I smiled, pointing down the hallway to the bathrooms and threw a detailed map at the small girl before heading off to my own room. I watched her throw herself onto the bed before I left. By the way she curled up in the sheets, I could tell that she hadn't had a good bed, or a good meal in a long time.
Tomorrow, I'd make sure to lay out a huge breakfast and make sure that everyone got more acquainted with the little trainer.
