Hey, yall. I hope you won't come after me with knifes for the sucky end in that last chapter. XP So, I meant to have names for the chapters, but that was fail. And, I put the vertigo definition for those stupid friends we all have, but love too much to tell them they're stupid...Yeah. You all know the ones I'm talking about.
I don't own the Gorillaz, but, in Soviet Russia, Gorillaz own you! :D I am a twelve year old girl, by the way, and yall just lost the game. ಠ_ಠ
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Chapter 3: Special Needs.
Noodle stayed by the singer's side the rest of the day. Murdoc felt slightly...jealous? Oh, fuck. No. Nonononono! Murdoc J. Niccals is not gay. Period. End of story. Fuck off. But, there were those times, when everybody was gone, and he just sat and stared at the singer. He didn't say anything, do anything, or throw anything. He just sat. And he stared. So, when Noodle took care of the sick singer, Murdoc stared. He just walked with Noodle and stared. Occasionaly, 2D would look back, but Murdoc, being the tough, calloused Satanist he was, growled. Eventually, the singer fell asleep, and he left, his emotions flying around him like a storm, so he stopped staring, and went to his beaten up Winnebago. 16 hours left.
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2D let the water wash away the pains he was feeling. It was hot, almost too hot, but it melted away the pains in his back. His azure hair was slicked back, and he smiled, despite his hurting, at the thought of Noodle, who had been playing Nurse with him, obviously concerned for him. He ran a slender hand over his head, then stopped. "Wot the..?" Bumps. On his head? 2D's fingers felt again, and, once more, he felt the protrusions on his head, near his forehead. Almost like horns. He dropped his arm, his body cold despite the steamy bathroom. Everything felt uncomfortable and alien, like he was wearing somebody else's skin, living their life, not his. Because of that night.
A giant, black fist reached up through the Hell Hole, comings towards the
petrified singer."Muds, help..." he squeeked, unable to move; it felt as
though something was holding him down. It reached out, pulling the rest of its
body up, and showing him its ugly features. Obviosuly a demon of some sorts.
It sneered, reaching out towards 2D. Its grotesque, black finger-nail touching
his forehead. 2D heard the word, "Follow", and then, nothing. Everything
went black, and the singer passed out.
The singer awoke with the word "Follow" upon his lips. When had he gone to bed? He rubbed his head, feeling the bumps becoming more pronounced. His back and head ached, and he grabbed his painkillers. "Urgh." he groaned, standing up. "2D?" Murdoc's voice came through the door, followed by a knocking. Strange. It was soft, as if he actually cared if he woke the singer. "M'up, Muds. You can come in, I guess." 2D called, his voice scratchy.
Murdoc walked in, his hair ruffled and eyes baggy. It looked as if he had been awake all night. The singer looked worse. He surpressed a gasp; his hair was ruffled and stuck to the side of his face, as if it had dried like that. His new pupils were glowing an even brighter red, and shadows underneath his sockets were even prominent. His face was, if possible, even paler than usual, making him look like a sick child. 2D stared at the bassist with puppy-dog eyes, rubbing his head. And that's when he noticed the horns. "Shit." He checked the watch on the singer's wall. Less than ten hours.
2D shook, his body racked with chills. His teeth knocked together with such force that Murdoc, who was on the other side of the room, heard them. "Shit, man. Aw, fuck." Murdoc hurried towards the singer, and he flinched, fearing punishment of some sort. What he got was a hand. He stared at it, still shaking. "Take it." Murdoc commanded, causing 2D to flinch once more, but he took it, his pale, limp hand in Murdoc's firm, warm one. The singer blushed. "2D, I want...I." Murdoc muttered, staring at his shoes. The time they had was numbered, though the singer didn't know it. When he looked up, the horns were still there. "Fuck." he growled, pulling him into a kiss.
23 hours. Why that goddamned number?! Less than ten hours. Less than ten. Why? Why?!
Author's note: Ugh, I hate myself. This chapter sucks; it;s more of a filler, really. Next chapter will be better, with romance, suspense, demons, and a special appearence from the demon side of a certain someone. :D Possibl shagging later on.
