Things Don't Always Turn Out That Way

Chapter 14

By: StalkerDex

(Author's Note: Well! I completely forgot about this story and I needed a break from the one I'm working on. I think it's about time we finished this one up :P Not sure if I still have any readers, but this will be the final chapter! There is a supernatural element to this, which I ask you to have an open mind about. The Gorillaz have always had a bit of a supernatural quality to them anyway, and with Murdoc's relationship with Satan, I don't think this is too far-fetched.)

"How're ya gonna git back to England?" D asked, feeling a small amount of concern for their captain. After all, he had no crew now that he'd docked at the Plastic Beach.

He noticed Murdoc's eye twinge for just a second, which was odd. However, he decided to pay it no mind. They'd been at sea for months and they were certainly malnourished to say the least. He was probably just in need of a proper meal.

"Well…I dunno," Bellamy admitted, panic flashing briefly upon his tattered face. Maybe he hadn't really thought that far ahead…

"It doesn't really matter," Murdoc stated flatly, catching his company off guard.

D felt his heart racing in his chest as Captain Bellamy eyed Murdoc, who looked very unphased and certainly unenthused.

"Mudsie…" D said softly, his voice wavering.

"Shut up D," he spat out, not bothering to look towards him.

2D buttoned up, his hollow eyes wide with concern. Murdoc was about to do something crazy, and he was certain he'd had it planned all along.

"Oh…" he spat out, frightened as he hopped backwards in response to Captain Bellamy abruptly pulling a rather large knife from his belt.

"Ye try anythin' and I'll gut you like a goddamn fish, Murdoc Niccals!" he warned, stepping backwards. It was apparent he was in danger and he was edging himself towards the ship, knife staring threateningly at his impending attacker.

Murdoc simply smirked at him.

"Oi," he sighed before rolling his eyes and reaching into his pocket, "they always struggle, don't they, D?" he continued, looking at his lover for a brief second.

2D swallowed hard, fear gripping him. Murdoc was fucking insane. Had he done this to him? He just didn't look right…

"Watch out boy, I'm warning' ya…" the Captain continued, taking another cautious step backward, "…ye've been at sea fer far too long…yer not thinking' clearly…"

"That's wot I'm counting on…" he said suddenly. D felt his heart start to race as he looked towards him, flatly giving him instructions, "go inside, D. It's not gonna be safe out 'ere fer you."

D nodded, feeling as though his head were spinning as he abruptly turned his lanky body and ran as fast as he could towards the giant plastic building before them.

"Goddamnit, Murdoc…I'm serious!" Bellamy somewhat threatened, somewhat pleaded as he stepped back once more, his back meeting with the rotten wood of his ship.

"So am I," he insisted as he suddenly reached into a small sack he had tied to his belt, throwing a fistful of glittery dust all over the captain, who screamed in response.

Murdoc watched as the captain fell to his knees, screeching in agony. It was burning the skin right off of his face, catching his clothing on fire. Green smoke fled his body, profusely thickening the air around them.

"It hurts, doesn't it!" Murdoc shouted, temporary insanity rising within him. He appeared to be cracking, though, he wasn't. He had this planned from the beginning. As soon as he'd known D had cheated his mind had wandered to the Plastic Beach. He knew he needed a ride. He also knew he was going to need security, and good ol' Bellamy would do just fine.

The Captain continued to scream as Murdoc approached him, speaking tauntingly.

"Wash the deck, scrub my feet, make my food, starve yourselves…how does it feel to bleed from yer insides, Bellamy!?"

"FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!" Bellamy hollered as he struggled to move.

Murdoc laughed, his eye twanging once more as he grabbed the Captain's collar, unaffected by the devilish powder, yanking him forward and aggressively dragging him towards the water.

"You've taken advantage of yer last drifter, Bellamy!" Murdoc continued before pulling some more powder out and sprinkling it atop the captain, this time moving his arms around in the air commandingly.

The Captain watched in horror through smoldering flesh as he was lifted from the ground, glitter swirling around him. His mind was a blur as he watched the Plastic Beach grow further from him, only the ocean beneath him. He was going to drop him!

"MURDOCCCCCC!" he pleaded.

For a moment, all either of them could hear were their heartbeats, and then it was done. He had been dropped into the water.

The Satanist felt a calm wash over him as he numbly watched the transformation take place. First it was his legs. It must've hurt as he listened to the Captain's pained cries, taking on an echoey oceanic quality. He gazed on as Bellamy's skin became blue and leathery, his eyes becoming black, beady fish eyes, the sound of crushing and warped bones surrounding him. It was working…Captain Bellamy would soon be 2D's worst fear: a venomous, revenge starved whale who's only task in life was to keep him put.

A quiet settled over the beach as Bellamy's now enormous whale head poked out of the top of the water, staring at Murdoc. He wasn't sure what the Captain must've felt like now, if he even felt at all.

"Now," Murdoc insisted as he waded out into the water, up to his thighs, "if you eva want a shot at becoming human again, you listen to me…got it?" he continued as he shook the little bag of powder before him, indicating he must never hurt him as he was the only one who could fix him. Murdoc was certain he'd seen resentment cross that old whale's face.

He smirked before moving along, "You're job is simple. 2D's room is goin' ta be in the basement. He c'n see you there. All I want ya ta do is watch him. Keep him scared out of his wits of you…" he watched cautiously as he spoke, more conviction creeping into his words, "…but if you eva hurt him, Bellamy, I swear to the goddamned Devil himself, I will murder you with my bare fuckin' hands…you understand me?"

A thoughtful look crossed the Satanist's face before he went on, mostly speaking to himself at this point, "I don't want anyfin' bad happenin' to 'im. I jus' want ta know he's not goin' anywhere…he's mine…just mine…"

At this point, he'd become completely oblivious of the Captain, lost in his own thoughts as he slowly trudged away. Bellamy submerged himself, having no other option than to obey his new master. Perhaps he'd dug his own grave.

…

It was dark beneath the pier. The ghostly drummer couldn't be sure what was happening to him, but he was growing larger and larger with each and every day since Murdoc and 2D's disappearance. Perhaps it was the stress? Coping with a loss could do any number of strange things to the body. Christ, he couldn't even fit in his apartment anymore. He had been living beneath the pier for quite some time, becoming a bit of a tourist attraction. It sickened him.

He grit his teeth angrily before pounding his fists onto the ground, causing the pier to rumble. He couldn't quite explain it but, in that moment, it felt like the right thing to do. He was going to find that mother fucker and kill him…if it was the last thing he did.

"Murdoc Niccals…I'm comin' for you…" he growled as he stood himself up, the giant pier above him resting on his back and being lifted with him. He heard people screaming, but he no longer cared. He knew he could do it and, somehow, he knew where he needed to go.

The Earth rumbled beneath his feet as he walked out into the ocean…he would swim there. He would swim there and when he arrived he would kill Murdoc for doing this to him; he would kill him for doing this to everyone. It was the only way they could put an end to the misery that was The Gorillaz.

…

For a brief moment, Murdoc considered the morality of the situation. However, better heads prevailed as he decided to shove it down, entering his new home, not surprised in the least to see a terrified D curled up on the floor, shaking profusely.

"Git up," he sighed, almost exasperated.

2D felt nervous, though he obeyed. He'd always known Murdoc was capable of violence and cruelty, but it had been so very long since he'd witnessed something like this from him. He was losing it; he was turning into the evil son-of-a-bitch he'd been before their love.

"I know wot yer thinkin'," Murdoc insisted.

D swallowed hard. He most certainly did.

"Look…it jus' has ta be this way…can ya understand, D?"

D nodded, not wanting to upset him. He felt more like a captive than a lover at this point. Was this why he'd brought him all the way out here? To isolate him? That way he didn't even have the option to cheat on him? Was he really that fucked up over it?

…

"Madam! The ship is under attack from pirates I've been sent here to escort you to the life boats!"

She lifted herself from the couch, accessing a briefcase she'd stowed in her room with her.

"Madam?" he pried as she opened it up, oblivious to him.

She grit her teeth as she reached for her gun, causing the man to gasp.

"Um, I…oh dear…" he spoke pathetically as she forced her way past him, determination upon her masked face as she made her way down the darkened hall of the ship, alarms screaming around them. She knew who'd sent these pirates. She knew who'd tried to kill her in the first place.

Murdoc Niccals had ruined her life, and, when the time was right, she was going to blow his goddamned head off…

…

D raised his eyes, looking upon his lover's face. Murdoc was staring off in the distance, a sinister quality the singer hadn't witnessed before consuming him. Something was happening; something big was stirring in their universe.

The singer's heart began to pound as he swallowed hard, a vivid slice of light flickering across Murdoc's eye, replacing the darkened, normal state it had maintained for quite some time with that familiar, reddish glow it had once considered a permanent resident.

"Murdoc…" he whispered, mesmerized, "…it's happening…"

The Satanist smirked at him wickedly, his green teeth seeming aggressive as he spoke gently, "go to yer room, D…it isn't safe out here…"