Title: White Light
Chapter: Chapter 2: Survival Of The Fittest
Rating: PG-13 (For cussing, rude humor, drug reference. Rating will change in certain chapters)
Summary: Murdoc reflects on his child hood in his dream like slumber. He re-lives all that he had gone through from his 16th birthday to the day he left his house. What were Murdoc's teenage years like...? Well, here's a little story of sex, drugs, and how this teenage punk turned into a rock'n'roll sex god.
Disclaimer: I do not own Murdoc, Jacob, or Hannibal Niccals. They are copyright to Gorillaz Inc. Damon Albarn & the sexy Jamie Hewlett, Zombie Flesh Eaters Inc.; etc... BUT I DO own my own version of Murdoc's mother and several non-important characters in this story. All ideas for Muds, Hans, and Jacob copyright to Nicky; Murdoc's RPer on LJ who inspired me with the idea to write this fic.
Author's Note: Bugger me, it's been awhile since I updated. I blame it on the RPing I've been doing with my beloved Fruit of loops as known as Hannah Banana who has been forcing her imaginary cock down my throat to post up the next chapter so here it is mates, it's all it's finery. I give you chapter two. And I'd like to say to my reviewers… Where the fuck is me rum! (No seriously, get me my rum 3)
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Chapter Two: Survival Of The Fittest
"Muds… Can I come in?"
As you can see we have here the young adult male trying to apologize for his rude behavior toward his younger sibling. Will the sibling accept the apology and create a truce with his brother? Let's find out, shall we?
"Fuck you."
And the plot thickens as the younger sibling agitates his brother. This seems more difficult then the older male thought…
"Look, Muds… I'm sorry… I know you were just worried about me… I just kind of freaked I guess 'cause I'm worried about it to. I shouldn't have been such a…"
"Dick?" Muds questioned as he finished his brother's sentence and opened the door to his room.
"…Yeah… Hey, you okay? You've been acting weird lately. I mean if you want to talk about it…" Hans eyed his younger brother worriedly as he ran his fingers through his hair.
"Just thinkin'… If mom didn't L-" Muds stopped as he choked back a sob covering it up with a cough.
"If mom didn't leave…" Hans sighed as he slumped his shoulders and shuffled his feet over to Murdoc's bed plopping down on the run-down squeaky mattress.
"I've been having these dreams about her…" Muds sighed as he sat beside his older brother.
"Mmm…?" Hans looked at Muds with a puzzled look on his face.
"Like… If she didn't leave us… We'd be… An actual family. Dad wouldn't drink or hit us and shit… And you would be a fucking honor role student." Murdoc smirked at the thought but then his grin faded into a frown.
What about him…? No… no… He wouldn't fit in that family… After all, his mother did leave a year after he was born. Fifteen years later, here he was…
"Heh… Honor Roll… That'd be something, eh kid? Wait… What about you…?" Hans furrowed his brow as he looked at Muds curiously.
"…It was my fault mom left… I wouldn't fit." Mud's expression looked like he was going to cry, but he held back; he couldn't show Hans how weak he was.
"Muds… It was NOT your fault! It was dad's fault. No matter how much he denies it…" Hans scowled just thinking what Jacob had said to his mother.
"I just don't… I mean… Why us…?"Murdoc looked away from his brother wiping away a tear hoping Hannibal didn't see it.
"I dunno… Maybe Karma or some shit like that… Or maybe Da' put a curse on us…" Hans shuddered at the thought of it.
"Fucker… Think he's done enough to us…" Muds narrowed his eyes remembering all the things his father had done to him and his brother over the years.
"Heh… Well we made it so far. Sixteen years for you." Hannibal smirked.
"Whatever…" Murdoc shrugged as he sighed.
"Come on or we'll be even more later then we are for school. Oh and Happy birthday, kid." Hans tossed Murdoc a bent envelope with a card inside.
"Uh… Thank you…?" Murdoc raised an eyebrow with a puzzled expression shown on his face.
He tore open the top of the envelope pulling out the card. Money fell out of it. Muds collected it counting carefully.
"50 pounds…" Muds stared bewildered at the card reading it.
'Happy birthday Muds, I knew I haven't been there for you and I wish I was… I love you.
-Hans'
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Author's note: I JUST got back from seeing Pirates Of The Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest and it was AWESOME! Shameless advertising Go see it or I'll do somethin'… waves plastic sword in air before passing out I must say I think I'm in the mood for RPing some Jack Sparrow… Hnnn… Well, till my block is un-blocked I'll be drinkin' the rum you viewers give me. Ta, Luvs
