Murdoc hadn't actually been paying attention to what 2d was doing, until he heard the book case swing open. At this his attention went straight to the singer, glaring at him with dark eyes.

"Wot are ya doing, you stupid ass!" he yelled, jumping up.

This startled 2d, jumping him and he lost is balance. He fell forward bouncing down the steps, hitting his head on every other two. Murdoc cursed, swearing to bash the twit's face in. His legs couldn't run fast enough to catch 2d, but kept hope. There were thousands of stairs going down.

For 2d, this was a major pain in the ass. As if he hadn't hit his head enough. How many steps does this bloody place have, anyway? He couldn't see anything, but could smell and feel the blood pouring out of his nose, creating a welling headache. And, he had no painkillers, figuring he wouldn't need them in the first place. That was a horrid mistake.

After five full minutes of falling, the singer's body hit the concrete floor hard, making an echoing thud noise. The sounds of Murdoc's steps and cursing echoed as well, giving ample time to run away. But, the more he ran, the worse Murdoc was going to be towards him. Even if he'd wanted to run, it wouldn't have gotten him very far, considering how damaged he was from the staircase. He just laid on his back, wiping the blood off his lips, and waited for the bassist the beat the living snot out of him. Defiantly not one of his redeeming qualities.

Before he knew it, 2d was picked up by the collar of his shirt, and was face to face with the other man. His eyes were narrowed, lip twitching, snarling quietly. That hadn't changed one bit with the skin, had it?

2d simply stared at him with drowsy eyes. This was going to hurt. Hurt a lot.

Murdoc raised his fist, drew it back. Damn, this was really going to hurt.

His fist landed on his lower jaw and 2d fell to the floor again. Murdoc murmured something, stalking back up the stairs. He called out, "Get up, before I make your day even worse…" and his voice faded away.

"Ye… Jus' a sec…" 2d sat, and put his hand to his cheek. God that hurt. He hadn't been missing any teeth, but he could swear his wisdom tooth, that he actually hadn't dug out yet, was looser. Though his mouth hurt, his nose hurt more. Hadn't broken it, but did something to it. He needed his pain killers, very, very bad.

Standing up, he attempted to catch up with Murdoc. Well, not exactly catch up with him; just get up stairs without too much time wasted.

Murdoc was half way up the staircase, when the power flickered, and turned off. That wasn't a good sign in any situation, especially this one.

What the man said next, 2d could hear from the bottom of the staircase, just a bit after the lights went out. What had happened, he didn't know, but it was obviously the opposite of good.

Since he was a smoker, there was always a lighter in 2d's pocket. The small flame bounced of the surrounding walls, more concrete and a door.

The door…

Why in hell was there a door down here? After thousands of stairs, the only thing down here was a door?

But, the singer's inner child got the best of him, and he just needed to figure out what there was behind there. Had to.

He limped over, realizing he had screwed up his right ankle pretty good, and turned the door knob carefully. The door was a bit big for the frame, and had to be pushed open, which he had done with his shoulder.

What was inside, well, was astounding.

"Wot are ya doing down 'ere?" He turned to Murdoc, expecting to hit again.

When he simply crossed his arms and scowled at him, 2d answered "Nofing. I, uh, am just, uh…"

"Snooping around in my stuff?"

"Err, uh, yea, I guess…Wot happened?" he didn't look at the Satanist until his final remark.

"The power. Damn electrician doesn't know wot he's doin'. He cuts the power down 'ere sometimes."

"Oh," 2d looked around, curiously staring at the room. "Wot is all this stuff?"

Murdoc looked around, "Wot? All this? It's none of your concern."

"Is that… Kong?" a few of the monitors showed various areas in the previous headquarters, bringing back memories of what they really used to be. What the Gorillaz really used to be.

"Ye," the Satanist looked over to the monitors, shrugging.

Thinking for a moment, the question 'Why in hell was the power down here when there wasn't any out there?' popped up in the singers mind.

As if reading he was reading his mind, Murdoc stated "I 'ave a generator down 'ere. Keeps the place runnin'."

"Oh. Right…"

Black eyes drifted back to monitors, his mind racing.

Russel was normal, well, his average size… Murdoc wasn't green… And, Noodle… They still had their little guitarist.

He hadn't thought to much about Noodle, but lately her image would come up, making the already weak singer cry for hours on end. She was gone.

Truly and literally gone for good.

"Wot?" Murdoc questioned after few moments.

Tempted to straight out scream out her name, begging for her return, he shook his head, biting his tongue.

"You miss 'er too, eh? " well, that was weird.

The singer nodded.

"A robot can't replace a kid, I guess." he kicked his foot, looking away from 2d.

That was logic, wasn't it? The android 'Noodle' was more of a security blanket then a replace meant. These days, he couldn't even bear to look at it, and locked it away in it's proper broom closet.

2d didn't react, having no slight clue what he was talking about.

The bassist sighed, turning away from the screen, "Well, it's gonna be awhile. Get comfy."

This was going to be a long, long time.

Hey, sorry, had writers block… It last's a long time. Bad update. Sorry!

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