A/N - Thank you for reading the first Chapter fellow Gorillaz fans. I appreciate your feedback and reviews. I am truly thrilled you enjoyed the first chapter and that inspired me to write the second chapter quickly. All you amazing guys should know what this is building up to, yes I am recieving inspiration from the Plastic Beach album, which I been listening to non stop for weeks now as well as the incredible videos the band makes. So without anymore of my brainless rambling, here's chapter two.
The road lines slowly turned into blurs as the bus cruised down a freeway. 2D had no clue as to his current location but he didn't care. Getting to wherever Noodle was all he could focus on. A few times the singer allowed her sweet voice to replay through his head as the transit made regular stops down the motorway to allow others to board the already crowded bus. A grin spread across his face under his mask which he was disguised in to hide his identity as the bus took off once more, another two bodies cramming around him.
The scent of bodies crammed together was sickly in the heat but 2D didn't mind at all, he'd lived with Murdoc who although someone he had sometimes looked to, wasn't the most hygienic with a bedroom that often stunk of cigarettes, vomit, stale grog and that sweaty sex smell. The state of Murdocs accommodation hadn't always been vile, before Russel went missing he'd sneak into Mudz room and clean it out, making it smell springtime fresh much to the bassists disapproval. But there was something about the smell on the over packed bus that soothed 2D, something crazy that made it feel like home and made his mind shift from the happy feeling of being reunited with the girl he'd always dreamed of to a feeling of hopelessness, apprehension and torment which excited 2D; the feelings only Murdoc Niccals could instil in him.
The bus came to a screeching halt causing the many passengers to get flung around, from their seats, spread all over the floor.
Pulling himself up from where he landed after luckily landing atop the pile of people, 2D glanced toward the front of the bus and out the front window. The sight he saw was comforting yet disturbing.
Scratching his head, 2D lost himself in his thoughts again as he couldn't peel his eyes away from the familiar presence. The sound of sirens could be heard as 2D was entranced by the vision before him.
"Well, I'll be fuckin' damned…." 2D mused as he realized to speak or even think of the devil somehow, in an odd twist of fate caused him to show up and park a large dark car in front of the bus you were on.
Speeding away from Kong Murdoc couldn't help but obsess over his blue hair singer and why he felt he had to chase Noodle. After all they had replaced her with a perfectly good replica. If the real deal happened to survive that Windmill attack, why would she only make her presence known now and why only to 2D? Murdoc had always felt connected to Noodle, he was never the nicest to the young guitarist, but he believed they had a solid relationship, as an uncle has with his niece or something like that.
With the sound of a loud few bangs Murdoc looked at the petrol gage. Almost empty plus the man lights flashing on the dash meant there was no way his precious Vauxhall would make it far enough to track down the dopey bastard he was in search of. Plus having no money for petrol, let alone a mechanic to check out the issue with the vehicle meant Murdoc had no choice but to do something wicked, although wicked was his fortae, he'd recently sworn to try and be a better person in the hopes 2D might notice, but now there was no other option. Abandon the car and leg it back to Kong and live forever knowing you gave up any chance at getting exactly what you desired or break a few rules and know you tried, even if you fail, although failure would lead to a murderous rage, unholy bloodshed and a pile of corpses.
Pulling up in a small nearby town, Murdoc climbed out of his car after reaching in the back seat for some items. Pulling on a black hoodie and glasses the sinister looking bloke walked scoping where'd be good to rip off. He needed cash and transport; fast.
Booted feet pounded the pavement as anyone who passed him would shoot odd stares, causing Murdoc to smirk evilly and nod politely toward the gawkers.
Coming across a pub he decided it's now or never and entered the business with no real plan and no weapon except his sharp mind and bad attitude.
Upon entering the pub Murdoc glanced around, the place was next to empty so cash wouldn't be much good, but at least he could grab some grog and maybe a few cartons of smokes.
It would've been easy for Murdoc to leave the place, nothing had happened and they didn't look to be rolling in dough, but he'd entered with malicious intent in his heart, therefore he now had to go through with the act.
Strolling up to the bar Murdoc leant in close, holding his hand in the front pocket of the hoodie making it look like a gun.
"Oi you, gimme two bottles of whiskey, a couple a vodka and some fags or I'll blow your fucking brains through the back of your skull." Murdoc ordered, an angry grimace plastered across his face to show he meant business and wasn't bluffing, even though he knew he couldn't do shit with his finger gun.
The barkeeper laughed as he glanced toward the pocket of Murdocs hoodie. "Mate you gotta be 'avin a lend 'o me. This shit 'appens to me weekly, some lowlife thug, piece of scum comes in thinkin' they can threatin' me an' I'll 'and over the goods….. go home you fuckin' ametuer before I get my fuckin' shooter and blow you into oblivion."
Murdoc didn't budge and repeated his demands, causing the barkeeper to slowly begin reaching down under the bar.
Before Murdoc could realize the keeper had pulled up a gun and used the butt of the rifle to hit him in the face. Falling backward Murdocs hand fell out of his jumper causing the barkeeper to laugh, as his suspicions had been right.
Dazed and confused Murdoc laid sprawled on the tavern floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.
A fucking blow to the head hurts like hell, guess that's how 2 dents feels aye?
Footsteps across the cold bar floor snapped Murdoc back to reality as he glanced into the face of the barkeeper who stood above him with his shotgun pointed down.
A horrid grin across his face the barkeeper cocked the pin ready to fire a death shot.
Murdoc didn't flinch or peel his eyes off the man; no he was too proud and stubborn to not look his killer in the eyes. Instead he stared in wonderment as he pondered how death felt.
The mans finger on the trigger Murdoc awaited the feeling of the bullet piercing his flesh, entering his body. But before the shot could be fired the barkeeper was grabbed from behind and dragged away, kicking and screaming in agony like someone was murdering him.
Dragging himself up from the floor raising his hand toward his split lip Murdoc followed the direction of the howls. Down a long gray, cold corridor he walked until the sound of gun fire ceased the screaming. Footsteps sounded as if they were surround Murdoc in the tunnel, echos bounced back and forth off the drab concrete walls. A petite shadow could be seen as Murdoc rounded the corner to set eyes upon his Cyborg, covers in bits of blood, skull and brain.
Smiling, Murdoc cleared his throat causing the crouched replica to snatch up her gun and turn toward him. After realizing it was the man she'd followed, the man she'd just killed for, Cyborg lowered her gun and stood up to a tension.
"Master." She uttered saluting her creator.
Murdoc nodded eying his creation. "How'd you find me?" He quizzed already sensing he knew the answer.
"I wake up and everyone's gone, no one anywhere. I am your bodyguard, defender and can usually sense where there is trouble is where I'll find you." Cyborg spoke slowly .
Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Fucking cryptic robot." He snarled before heading back toward the bar.
Jumping the counter Murdoc cleaned out the till and loaded Cyborgs arms with various bottles of booze, snatching as many cartons of fags as he could carry the pair exited through the back door in need of a vehicle.
Looking around the small parking area Murdoc come across the perfect car. The black '69 Chevrolet Camero glistened in the evening light. The word Stylo across the grille, shining brightly as the light reflected off it.
"That one." Murdoc pointing odering Cyborg to break in and hotwire the car.
The alarm began to sing out as Cyborg worked under the dash, the alarm silenced but it was too late. The sound of sirens were closing in.
Tossing his armfuls of junk in the boot and slamming it Murdoc jumped in the drivers seat as Cyborg crawled in the back.
"Where are we going?" Cyborg questioned as the car began to speed from the lot toward the freeway.
"To find faceache, car you track that chip I inplanted in him?" Murdoc quizzed.
Cyborg nodded as she worked at tracking the blue haired singer.
Not long after the search began Cyborg gave Murdoc the coordinates with he quickly entered into the map on his phone.
"He's close by." Cyborg stated. Causing Murdoc to laugh malevolently over the sound of the the sirens.
"You're telling me." He concluding staring down at the map.
With a roar of the engine and a rough take off the chase began. Murdoc knew once he close in on 2D he'd have to get him into the car quickly and get back on the road.
Where they'd go no one knew. But Murdoc knew once he had 2D with him everything would all work out.
Closing in on the location Murdoc noticed a bys packed with people.
"He's on that bus." Cyborg announced pointing.
Murdoc nodded sensing the exact same feeling as he felt a tightness in the pit of his gut.
With a burst of speed Murdoc overtook the bus, then recklessly spun the car around and park it across the road causing the bus to come to a rapid stop in front of him.
Climbing out Murdoc lit a cigarette and leaned against the car with crossed arms staring at the bus, not concerned with the sirens. Taking a long drag on his ciagarette he eyes the bus knowing in his heart 2D was aboard.
Breathing out the lung full of smoke Murdoc scoffed. "Get out here you dopey git."
The sound of the buss door creaking open barely heard over the sirens as Murdocs suspicions were confirmed. 2D stepped out wearing a ridiculous mask to hide his beautiful face. Murdoc smirked at the sight as the singer walked toward him.
"I'm 'ere Mudz, did you not get my note?" 2D inquired.
Murdoc raised his hand to slap 2D but was startled by the sound of a gunshot through glass. Turning he saw the perfect hole through the windscreen and Cyborg Noodle with a hole in the head.
"Fuck, they're coming…. Get in the car brain drain." Murdoc snapped. "I'll deal with you later."
2D climbed into the front passenger and gripped his seat as Murdoc took off like a bat out of hell.
"What's 'appening Mudz?" 2D quizzed as they drove.
Murdoc sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I robbed a pub, took a fuck ton of grog and fags as well as cleaned out the till." Murdoc answered telling only half the story.
"D'ya fink they'd be chasin' you for some piss an' fags Mudz?" 2D mused still holding on for dear life.
"Ok, fine….. Cyborg killed the barkeeper for threatening me and this car is stolen." Murdoc finally blurted.
2D placed his face in his hands under the mask.
"We are so fucked." He breathed out slowly as they sped off down the motorway.