A/N: Hi guys! back for another week! Enjoy!
Chapter 3
About a week of my strange new life passes without great incident. After leaving abruptly my first morning, Murdoc returned with two Desert Eagle pistols and a shoulder holster. He instructed me to make a list of anything else I would need. Clearly, the man takes his personal safety seriously. I've been exploring my new home since then. I've found a nice workout area, and Murdoc assures me he'll put up a target range for me. Even when I wasn't with MI-6, I would still go shooting about once a week. My aim hasn't changed much. I go running every morning, like I always have. I hate it. I always hated it, but I kept myself in shape even after I left MI-6. I know I'm technically a prisoner here, but I feel at home. I need somewhere to go after the last night club, anyway. This is an acceptable alternative. 2D is bright and friendly, followed everywhere by the animatronic Noodle. Murdoc is frequently surly when in the same room as 2D. He also drinks, frequently. I'm not surprised. We've recorded a couple songs already. Murdoc is anticipating that this album will do quite well, adding to the Gorillaz's popularity.
The Desert Eagles are a marvel to me. I've used bigger guns before, but these are by far the biggest pistols I've seen. I'm itching to see what kind of damage they'll do. I miss my Smith and Wesson, though. That thing has been with me for longer than I care to admit. At MI-6, we valued keeping our weapons and gadgets in good condition. None of this James Bond wrecking everything shit. My list of weapons for Murdoc had included some semi-automatics, a small pistol, and some assorted explosives.
I've had a lot of time to myself here. Murdoc keeps to himself, and 2D is, well 2D. I don't mind, really. I like peace and quiet. Not long after I arrived, 2D showed up and offered me a CD of various Gorillaz music, saying he knew I wasn't familiar with the band I'm grateful he did. The CD is good, actually. I find myself, largely against my will, enjoying it. I often find myself dancing, forgetting, even.
When I'm not in the studio, and when I'm not learning about the Gorillaz's music, I'm exploring. 2D told me they call this place Plastic Beach, and that it's not too far from Bristol. The house is huge. At first, I found myself getting lost on a regular basis. Now, I feel like I know it well. I haven't been sleeping much, I never do. My thoughts feel scattered and disorganized. My nights are spent in aimless wandering. One night, my first night, I stumbled upon Murdoc's Winnebago. I could hear his conquest of the night moaning his name. I never made the same mistake again. Murdoc's conquests are staggering. A new woman every night. He has a small boat bring him on and off the island. I watch him come in and out from a rooftop balcony. I have an excellent view of the sunrise and sunset thanks to the position of the balcony. I'm sitting up there now, drinking some raspberry black tea. It's mid-morning, and I'm listening to the waves pound against the island. It's peaceful, and I love it.
"I need your help." Murdoc's urgent voice startles me. Tea sloshes out of my mug as I jump.
"What? Why?!" I'm angry, and I turn around to glare at him. He's shirtless, with flecks of sleep still in his eyes. He's lean, with a little muscle. Just a few scattered chest hairs. I sigh involuntarily; I've had a bit of a dry spell recently.
"Brought home this girl last night, you know how it is. Had a fun one night stand, but now she won't leave. Keeps prattling on about how we're 'an item' now. You've got to help me get her out."
I shake my head. "You should've known this could happen. Why should I help you anyway? May I remind you that you kidnapped me and are now keeping me here indefinitely?" I don't mind, really, but I have leverage, and I damn well mean to use it.
"Fine. I'll take you out tonight and buy your drinks. As many as you want. I'm desperate here."
I have what I want. "Alright. Here's what we're going to do…"
Ten minutes later I'm up and dressed, outside the front door of the mansion. I didn't tell Murdoc, but one of my Desert Eagles is in my bag, just in case. I take a deep breath, set my face, and walk in the door.
"Murdoc, love, I'm home!" I call out cheerfully, heading straight for the kitchen. The click of my boot heels echo off of the silent hallway, but I can hear quiet whispering in the kitchen. When I reach the kitchen, I walk right over to Murdoc and drape myself across him, planting a kiss on his cheek. He wraps his arms around me, as well.
"Mudzy" A nasal high pitch whine comes from across the table. I look at her, sizing her up. "Who is this?" she pouts her full lips, sticking her silicone inflated chest out and placing her hands on her hips. I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Murdoc sure can pick 'em.
"I'm his girlfriend, but don't worry, honey. Murdoc and I have an… agreement." Turning to Murdoc I say in a low purr, "How was she, love? Will she be joining us tonight? Or, now, if you prefer?" I kiss his neck, and I feel his muscles tense. I watch her the whole time out of the corner of my eye. On the surface she is unfazed, wearing one of his t-shirts, and little else. Then I see her hand is shaking slightly.
"Murdoc, you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend." Her voice is shaking slightly. I release Murdoc and waltz over to her, steeling my nerves on the way. I didn't think I'd have to do this.
"Hello, kitten" I say when I reach her, turning on my bedroom eyes. "My you are a pretty, young thing." I grasp her bum and brush some chemically blond hair off of her neck. "My, my" I whisper in her ear, feeling her tense. "Nervous, dear? I promise I'll be gentle." I nip her ear. She tenses, if it is possible, even further. "The thing about our dear Mudzy" I say, borrowing her disgusting nickname, "is that he does love a show." With that, I kiss her full on the lips, hands twining in her hair. The kiss is slow, and my tongue slips into her mouth. She tastes like cigarettes and stale booze. This seems to do the trick, though. She shoves me off of her with a look of fear and disgust.
"Murdoc, I'm afraid we won't work out. I won't be calling." She practically runs out of the room. As soon as she's out of earshot, I shudder and go to rinse out my mouth. Once I lift my head out of the sink, I notice Murdoc's mouth hanging open. I can see his sizeable erection poking out through his pajama pants. I feel a twinge. Damn dry spell.
"So, drinks at eight then? I'll meet you outside." I turn and walk out of the kitchen, leaving Murdoc still looking dumbfounded.
