Satan's Little Sister
(Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz characters. I own Lucia.)
It was Thursday, the twelfth of October at Kong Studios. The band had just returned from a very tiring gig in California; being behind the curtain while a video played on the other side was hard enough to keep their fans attention, and they even played a new song-'Ghost Train'. The fly back was annoying enough, since Noodle was running back and fourth through the private isles, singing some kind of song in Japanese, and 2D was talking to Russel about paranormal and near-death experiences. Strangely, the vocalist had the upper hand in the conversation. Murdoc was just sitting up in front, sipping from a vodka bottle and thinking about sock puppets.
It was now eleven o'clock at night, and raining heavily outside. Everyone had gone to bed three hours ago from his or her restless fly back. All did, except for Murdoc.
Murdoc lye sprawled out on the living room couch, watching some program for dog trainers. It was strange, but he'd felt no real need to sleep, even though he'd had a lot to drink, it just seemed as if he'd blown it all off on the fly home. Also he hadn't touched 2D or argued with him about anything all night. It was a very strange night indeed.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door, like a sharp quick banging, which made the bassist jump. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, wondering who the hell wanted to die tonight as he angrily got up from the couch. Another hard knock came from the door, and yelled to shut up as he reached for the doorknob and pulled it open.
There, under the small porch roof to stay out of the rain, was a young woman. She was wearing black jeans with a pocket chain and a camouflage tank top under a black blazer. Around her neck was a red heart necklace and a spiked choker, along with two spiked wrist bands and black finger-cut gloves. A motorcycle helmet covered up her face.
Murdoc sighed again, guessing she was just another fan. "Look lady." He groaned. "It's a little late to be wandering the night and bothering me, don't you think?"
"Not late enough." Said a familiar, husky British voice from under the helmet. Her hands came off and slid it off, and slightly damp shoulder- length black hair with red streaks tumbled out in strings and she through it back, revealing her face.
Murdoc, with a once irritable expression, felt his jaw drop as he stared into his own eyes. Her skin was tanned with a slight greenish color, and one side of her face was showing since the other half was covered over with black hair. One dark, pink eye shown at him, and her lips carried a sinister grin that was warming in it's own little way.
The bassist felt his arm drop to his side and his breath being choked off. "L-Lucia...?" He stuttered.
"Surprise!" Lucia said joyfully. "Happy Friday the Thirteenth!"
It took Murdoc a second for her words to sink into his thick skull before he suddenly flashed her a grin and growled, "That's tomorrow, wench."
"No, it's today. It's midnight, or haven't you noticed?" She jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck lovingly. He returned her embrace, still a little shocked but thrilled.
"God look at you..." He said when they pulled apart and he put a hand under her chin. "I see red's your new look."
"Blue was getting on my nerves. People kept thinking I was a Crypt or something." Murdoc cocked an eyebrow, but decided not to say anything. She'd figure it out. *Little Ghetto joke there*
"So how has my little sister been these past five years?" She walked in, dropping her helmet on the carpet.
"Oh you know, still in the comic business. I've been hired to write more gore in KillJoy (*Not the movie, a comic book I made up in one minute that carried the same name*). Other than that, I'm pretty much still living in poverty. It's okay though; at least I love what I do. How about you, or do I not even need to ask?"
"You know about the band?"
"Know about it? I own practically everything! At first I didn't know what this whole 'Gorillaz' thing was about and why everyone in England loved them, but them I saw you on that CD and I was like 'Hey that's my brother!'"
Murdoc cracked a smile, then realized where they were. "Um, so why are you here?"
Lucia suddenly became uneasy and shrugged. "Uh...I need some place to crash."
Murdoc flinched. "Here? Why? What happened?"
"Nothing." She said faster than she meant it, which made him give her the suspicious look. She twisted her fingers and stared at him innocently. "Well, it's just...I...look some shit's gone down, and I...I gotta lay low for awhile, just until the heat dies down. Get outta Manchester, you know? I need a break, so to speak."
"Misdemeanor or felony?" He glared at her.
She shrugged again, looking away from him. He could always catch her. "Felony..."
"Shit, who'd you kill?"
"Nobody! I...I hurt somebody..."
"What? Who?!"
She took a deep breath. "It was Brittany's fault..."
"You killed your girlfriend?!"
"No! I didn't kill anybody! But we...we broke up..." She giggled, but became very dark and uneasy, and swallowed.
Murdoc looked up, stunned. "Shit, Lucia, I'm sorry."
"No..." She sat down, her fingers resting against her cheek. "We were having some differences. We were less intimate...way less caring...and I just got the slightest suspicion that she was..." Her voice broke and she swallowed again. "Cheating on me...and last night...I saw her with...a man."
"Whoa! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No. I...She was blowing him in an alleyway. I couldn't take it, Murdoc, I just couldn't! I wanted to kill her! I wanted to kill him!"
"Slow down! Just, tell me what happened."
"It happened so fast. I pulled out my switchblade, came after her and her little pimp, knocked him down and ripped his fucking dick off." She pulled out a large pocketknife from her pocket as a small tear fell down her cheek. Murdoc was shaking. "For corrupting her and destroying me. He was alive, but bleeding a lot. Then I just pointed the blade at Brit...and..."
"And?!?"
"I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. I may have lost all love for her but..." She sniffed, more tears falling from her eyes. "Oh God..." She covered her face with her hands and began to slowly weep.
Murdoc crawled over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay...come on relax...you'll be fine...I don't think you'll be arrested."
"That's not it." She said between gasps. "She won't tell anybody, she's afraid of me. I hope he rots in hell. It's just that it's official now. We broke up..." She curled up against Murdoc's chest. Murdoc rolled his eyes.
"It's okay. Wanna go do something? Wanna go throw cats off buildings? Wanna go set fire to the Salvation Army? Wanna rent porno movies and see if we recognize anybody?"
"Shut up!" She giggled between sobs.
(Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz characters. I own Lucia.)
It was Thursday, the twelfth of October at Kong Studios. The band had just returned from a very tiring gig in California; being behind the curtain while a video played on the other side was hard enough to keep their fans attention, and they even played a new song-'Ghost Train'. The fly back was annoying enough, since Noodle was running back and fourth through the private isles, singing some kind of song in Japanese, and 2D was talking to Russel about paranormal and near-death experiences. Strangely, the vocalist had the upper hand in the conversation. Murdoc was just sitting up in front, sipping from a vodka bottle and thinking about sock puppets.
It was now eleven o'clock at night, and raining heavily outside. Everyone had gone to bed three hours ago from his or her restless fly back. All did, except for Murdoc.
Murdoc lye sprawled out on the living room couch, watching some program for dog trainers. It was strange, but he'd felt no real need to sleep, even though he'd had a lot to drink, it just seemed as if he'd blown it all off on the fly home. Also he hadn't touched 2D or argued with him about anything all night. It was a very strange night indeed.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door, like a sharp quick banging, which made the bassist jump. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, wondering who the hell wanted to die tonight as he angrily got up from the couch. Another hard knock came from the door, and yelled to shut up as he reached for the doorknob and pulled it open.
There, under the small porch roof to stay out of the rain, was a young woman. She was wearing black jeans with a pocket chain and a camouflage tank top under a black blazer. Around her neck was a red heart necklace and a spiked choker, along with two spiked wrist bands and black finger-cut gloves. A motorcycle helmet covered up her face.
Murdoc sighed again, guessing she was just another fan. "Look lady." He groaned. "It's a little late to be wandering the night and bothering me, don't you think?"
"Not late enough." Said a familiar, husky British voice from under the helmet. Her hands came off and slid it off, and slightly damp shoulder- length black hair with red streaks tumbled out in strings and she through it back, revealing her face.
Murdoc, with a once irritable expression, felt his jaw drop as he stared into his own eyes. Her skin was tanned with a slight greenish color, and one side of her face was showing since the other half was covered over with black hair. One dark, pink eye shown at him, and her lips carried a sinister grin that was warming in it's own little way.
The bassist felt his arm drop to his side and his breath being choked off. "L-Lucia...?" He stuttered.
"Surprise!" Lucia said joyfully. "Happy Friday the Thirteenth!"
It took Murdoc a second for her words to sink into his thick skull before he suddenly flashed her a grin and growled, "That's tomorrow, wench."
"No, it's today. It's midnight, or haven't you noticed?" She jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck lovingly. He returned her embrace, still a little shocked but thrilled.
"God look at you..." He said when they pulled apart and he put a hand under her chin. "I see red's your new look."
"Blue was getting on my nerves. People kept thinking I was a Crypt or something." Murdoc cocked an eyebrow, but decided not to say anything. She'd figure it out. *Little Ghetto joke there*
"So how has my little sister been these past five years?" She walked in, dropping her helmet on the carpet.
"Oh you know, still in the comic business. I've been hired to write more gore in KillJoy (*Not the movie, a comic book I made up in one minute that carried the same name*). Other than that, I'm pretty much still living in poverty. It's okay though; at least I love what I do. How about you, or do I not even need to ask?"
"You know about the band?"
"Know about it? I own practically everything! At first I didn't know what this whole 'Gorillaz' thing was about and why everyone in England loved them, but them I saw you on that CD and I was like 'Hey that's my brother!'"
Murdoc cracked a smile, then realized where they were. "Um, so why are you here?"
Lucia suddenly became uneasy and shrugged. "Uh...I need some place to crash."
Murdoc flinched. "Here? Why? What happened?"
"Nothing." She said faster than she meant it, which made him give her the suspicious look. She twisted her fingers and stared at him innocently. "Well, it's just...I...look some shit's gone down, and I...I gotta lay low for awhile, just until the heat dies down. Get outta Manchester, you know? I need a break, so to speak."
"Misdemeanor or felony?" He glared at her.
She shrugged again, looking away from him. He could always catch her. "Felony..."
"Shit, who'd you kill?"
"Nobody! I...I hurt somebody..."
"What? Who?!"
She took a deep breath. "It was Brittany's fault..."
"You killed your girlfriend?!"
"No! I didn't kill anybody! But we...we broke up..." She giggled, but became very dark and uneasy, and swallowed.
Murdoc looked up, stunned. "Shit, Lucia, I'm sorry."
"No..." She sat down, her fingers resting against her cheek. "We were having some differences. We were less intimate...way less caring...and I just got the slightest suspicion that she was..." Her voice broke and she swallowed again. "Cheating on me...and last night...I saw her with...a man."
"Whoa! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"No. I...She was blowing him in an alleyway. I couldn't take it, Murdoc, I just couldn't! I wanted to kill her! I wanted to kill him!"
"Slow down! Just, tell me what happened."
"It happened so fast. I pulled out my switchblade, came after her and her little pimp, knocked him down and ripped his fucking dick off." She pulled out a large pocketknife from her pocket as a small tear fell down her cheek. Murdoc was shaking. "For corrupting her and destroying me. He was alive, but bleeding a lot. Then I just pointed the blade at Brit...and..."
"And?!?"
"I couldn't do it. I just couldn't. I may have lost all love for her but..." She sniffed, more tears falling from her eyes. "Oh God..." She covered her face with her hands and began to slowly weep.
Murdoc crawled over to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "It's okay...come on relax...you'll be fine...I don't think you'll be arrested."
"That's not it." She said between gasps. "She won't tell anybody, she's afraid of me. I hope he rots in hell. It's just that it's official now. We broke up..." She curled up against Murdoc's chest. Murdoc rolled his eyes.
"It's okay. Wanna go do something? Wanna go throw cats off buildings? Wanna go set fire to the Salvation Army? Wanna rent porno movies and see if we recognize anybody?"
"Shut up!" She giggled between sobs.