(A/n: I forgot to say it last chapter, but thanks to all of you who reviewed and favorited! In response to a couple of reviews, I wanted to make Russell the main character because it seems every other story for Gorillaz these days is either 2D/Noodle, 2D/Murdoc, 2D/OC… well, you probably get the point.)

Murdoc had just finished cleaning up from the ritual when Russel kicked the door to the Winne clean off its hinges.

"What the hell Russ-"

"You mind explainin' why you just sold 2D out to tha' devil?" Russel demanded.

Murdoc blinked, surprised.

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about," he murmured.

"Cut tha' crap, fool. Yo' lucky I don' beat yo' ass into next week," Russel told him.

Murdoc scowled.

"Just turn away now, Russ. I'll pretend you didn't say that, and you can forget about 2D-"

"How 'bout this, you start talkin' or in about three seconds you can 'pretend' I didn't put you through a wall," Russel retorted.

Murdoc saw the man was serious. There would be no talking his way out of this one.

"Fine," Murdoc said, "but you asked for it." With that, Murdoc walked over to the cupboard. He pulled out a bottle of rum and one glass, not bothering to offer a drink to Russel, who would have refused anyway.

"Well," Murdoc said, "the demons needed a vessel. They wanted it to be Noodle, not sure why, but I haggled with them. Now they'll be willing to use face ache. "

"You're really just going to give 'D to a bunch of demons?" Russel demanded.

"Relax, Russy, it's only for a day. Then they'll even give him his soul back and everything."

"Yo', something doesn't sound off about that to you?" Russel asked, "I mean, the demon ain't just stoppin' by for a cup of tea."

"'Course not," Murdoc agreed, "they-" but then he fell silent.

"They what?" Russel asked.

"They have a very elaborate plan, 's all." Murdoc said nonchalantly, pouring himself another drink.

"And what would that be?" Russel demanded.

"Like I would tell you," Murdoc scoffed, dowing his drink.

Russel grabbed Murdoc by the collar, and lifted him in the air.

"Look fool, you betta' start talkin' or I'll-"

Murdoc cut him off with laughter.

"Go ahead, Russ, do it. Take a look around, you're on MY playing field," Murdoc chuckled.

Russel looked around, and Murdoc was right. Russel couldn't tell what it was exactly, except that everything seems a bit darker, and the temperature was a bit cooler.

"So what," Russel asked, trying to not let nerves get the best of him, "you got a draft?"

"You hurt me," Murdoc growled, "and THEY will make sure you don't step foot outside of this Winnebago alive."

"Killin' you might be worth it," Russel said, raising a fist.

Murdoc just smiled.

The two remained in that position, staring each other down.

Russel couldn't have brought himself to murder, and both men knew it.

At last, Murdoc broke the silence.

"Face it Russ. I made you. I can break you just as easily. You aren't Noodle, and you aren't 2D. I can replace you with two, maybe three, phone calls. Put me down and walk away," Murdoc hissed.

Russel knew Murdoc was right. It would be easy to arrange for Russel to disappear, and even easier to cover it all up. The Satanist wouldn't even need demons for that- he could just tell everyone it was the gang war. That's how the rest of his friends went out, anyway.

At last, Russel dropped Murdoc.

As much as it killed him, Russel forced himself to turn and walk out of the Winnebago.

Once he was outside, he heard Murdoc call for him once more.

"That's right, walk away! I made you, Russ! I made you!"

And as much as Russel hated to admit it, Murdoc was right.

Seth and John retreated back into Kong studios, the moaning of the zombies not far behind them.

Once inside, the two fell to the floor panting.

"Okay," Seth muttered, "we need to find somewhere to hide that isn't near that big black guy."

"Yeah," John said, "but where?"

"Doesn't matter, as long as we can stay hidden until daylight. Zombies can't go out during the daytime," Seth explained.

"Really?" John asked.

"Sure. Now let's go."

After wandering around for a while, the two eventually found an empty Japanese style room.

"Huh," john said, taking a step forward.

Seth followed him in. The two could just make out the outlines of the room and the various objects inside of it.

"Hey Seth," John said, "what do you think is behind this wall?"

Before Seth could stop him, John opened up a sliding wall to reveal a giant head.

Before either of the two could scream, the head cut them off.

"IT'S DARE!"

All of a sudden, music started to play and disco lights turned on.

Seth turned to run, but stopped when he saw a small girl behind him. She shouted something in Japanese, then delivered a round house kick to Seth's stomach.

"IT'S DARE!"

2D opened his eyes, and scratched his head. It was a bit late for Noodle to be dancing around, wasn't it?

2D was about to go back to bed when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye.

"Hullo?" he called.

No response- but 2D could feel something's presence.

The dullard rose out of bed, and made his way across the room to his lamp. He extended one hand, and flipped the switch to on.

When 2D saw the figure across the room from him, he didn't have time to even blink before the figure lunged on top of him.

2D tried to cry out for help, but the figured grabbed 2D's head and smashed it against the ground, knocking him unconscious.

Then the figure began to drag 2D to the Winnebago.

Russel looked at his reflection in the mirror, and sighed. What had happened to him? A year ago, he would have smashed Murdoc's face in without a second thought. But now he just turned tail and walked away, letting Murdoc commence with his plan.

Well, if it was only for one day…

No! What was he saying? He couldn't just let something like that happen! What if the demon decided to destroy the world, for all he knew? He couldn't let it happen.

Russel felt more determined than ever.

All his life he had just been… there. Just in the background. At school, with his friends, during the gang war, even in his own band.

Not anymore- now he had to get up and do something.