"Rhythm"

(A VERY short blurb about Russel's hook in the Inc. …)

Disclaimer: I don't own Russel, Feel Good Inc. or the Gorillaz.


… Beat, beat, beat.

His hands moved by themselves.

Boom-chk, boom-chk! Boom-chk, boom-chk! That was the rhythm.

It was a simple beat, but a catchy one. It lodged itself in your skull, and inside that beat were all the secrets of the world.

The Inc. was a huge place. Gigantic- and in it, all vices were supported in it. Lust, sloth, gluttony, greed, pride, wrath, and envy- all sins had their outlets. But there was only ever one thing that interested him. This drum kit and the sound he could make with it.

The others… they all had their hook, their fix. The guy with the bass- he had the girls. That was his entire purpose, his entire reason for breath. That female flesh… he took more and more, trying to feed some impossible lust that would never be quenched. Others… they had the drugs, the music, the alcohol, hell, even just the party itself. They kept taking more and more, until the buzz wore off, and then lay unconscious on the floor for days.

But he didn't need any of that. He had his drums.

Once, he had been something outside of this tower. He'd had a name, lived in a- where had he lived? Memories buzzed around the edges of his eyes. They were never quite visible, but they taunted him mercilessly.

He wondered if they haunted everyone in this godforsaken tower. He pounded on the drums harder, trying to knock them out of his cranium. He tried to lose himself in that rhythm-

This was what had driven that other guy insane. That's why he spent all day either staring out the window, or huddled in the corner. Russel clung to the beat. Don't let me end up insane, he begged. Perhaps some of the drugs in the room had seeped into his brain, or perhaps he had succeeded in drumming away that sensation, because a sudden pleasant numbness washed over him, and then it was just him and that beat.

Boom-chk, boom-chk! Boom-chk, boom-chk!

…Beat, beat, beat. His hands moved by themselves.


Hello again! Not another long rambling author's note- (groan). Sorry. I'm just going to make it short this time, I promise. Anyways- I don't know, I thought this story was kind of pointless after reading it a few times, but what can I say? I'm a master of pointlessness. So long as the content is good, what do the end results matter? (Actually, that's stupid- the end is pretty important. But I'm just no good with endings.) Anyways, let me say something completely irrelevant- I am now fifteen and I am now officially employed! Whoopee! My birthday was December fifteenth, so if you bother reviewing, wish me a happy birthday! (No, you don't actually have to, I apologize) Argh. Next story will be up soon- a sequel to one-way glass. After that, I'm out of ideas, so message me with ideas (if that's not illegal- XX) Anyways … hail Il Palazzo!