Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz, I do not own a Gorrila, a monkey or any other primate, although I am often believed to be part of the homosapien species- this has yet be confirmed.
Many thanks to reviewers Mentalcase50, PrettyNPinkGirl, Guest and ethan prew for well... reviewing, ;). Congrats to Mentalcase50 who guessed Speed, admittedly Speed and Cocaine give very similar effects, the main difference is that generally Speed works for ten plus hours whereas cocaine only works for about an hour or less, not that I'm endorsing either, plz don't do drugs kids... Adults... Teens... Miscellaneous alien like beings who mistakingly recieved this story whilst attempting to hack into the nearest wifi system... Did I miss anyone out?
Burning cigarette in his mouth, Murdoc slowly drove his beat-up BMW past an onslaught of night clubs and flashy neon lights, looking out for a new dealer, you could always tell em, unkempt, itchy feet, nervous look, probably wearing a cap and or- got him. Murdoc slowed the car almost to a stop as he watched some shifty looking kid in a tracksuit waiting outside a nearby strip club. He watched closely as the kid talked with a passing drunk, money exchanged hands, a packet was given in response and the drunk walked off.
Murdoc smirked to himself, he stopped the car a little way further up the street- (he didn't want to leave it right outside a club), and got out.
Tugging his hood up in an attempt to make himself less recognisable, Murdoc sauntered over to the nervous teen who leant against the club wall, trying- and failing to appear as nonchalant as possible.
Getting close, Murdoc let a quiet but shrill whistle, knocking the kid out of his nervous daze before asking "Oi, you sellin?". The kid smirked in response, trying to act tough, "Depends on whose askin grandpa", Murdoc pulled a face at this but let it slide, "Couple packs o speed if you got em". The kid nodded at the small wad of cash Murdoc held, grabbed two small packets from his trouser pocket, went to give them to Murdoc and then faltered, gazing carefully into the mismatched eyes staring impatiently at him.
"Hey ain't you that one from Gorillaz?"
"What?! No- no I ain't, and quit starin, now 'and me the goods, there's a good lad". Sneering Murdoc took the packets, pulled his hood up further over his face and disappeared through the crowd of drunks and partyers.
Watching him walk away, the young kid wondered what had been in the packets he'd just sold to the Murdoc-lookalike, the kid shrugged the thought away, he had his own troubles to worry about, he just sold what he was given, if some druggie died from overdose or whatever that was their own damn fault, he had his own life to worry about. Glancing to the side he saw a police car pass and slow down, he turned and quickly walked away to find a safer place to ply his trade.
Murdoc got back to the caravan an hour later, attempting to park his car in the exact same place it had been before in attempt to prevent his band from not knowing he'd been gone. He gently let himself in, leaving the light off and stepping carefully throught the darkness, he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice. "Mudz, that you?", he sighed when he realised it was just 2D, "No Face-ache", he sarcastically whispered back, "It's all a dream, so shut the hell up and go back ter sleep".
"Where'd you go?".
"Out, the fuck'd you care?".
"I dunno, I was bit worried bout yer".
"I survived this long, reckon I can survive a bit longer".
"I know… 's just, I dunno, I mean don't want yer ter get hurt or nothin".
Tiredness suddenly coming in waves Murdoc supressed a yawn and rolled his eyes at the dark figure of 2D, "Liar".
2D looked puzzled at why Murdoc would thinking he was lying about caring for the bassist's well-being, he opened his mouth to ask but closed it when he heard Murdoc's loud snoring, he'd ask him tomorrow, when on tour sleep was necessary.
Dream/flashback:
A young eight year old Murdoc knelt on the floor, at the foot of his bed, his elbows resting on the bed and his hands clasped in a praying fashion. His father quietly stood outside the room sneering as he watched the boy through an open crack in the door, that little shit always prayed every single night, always begging God to let his mother come back and 'rescue' him, little traitor!
Having enough of watching, his father walked in, smacking the door against the wall as he walked in, "She's not coming back for you", he sneered, eyeing the surprised Murdoc.
Suddenly conscious of himself, Murdoc unclasped his hands, pushed himself to his feet, looking down and away, "You don't know that". His father continued to sneer, knowing that he'd hit a nerve, "Course I do, she told me so herself (she hadn't but Murdoc didn't know that), she said she couldn't stand to look at you, said just looking at you made her want to shove your head under water and drown your sorry arse". Murdoc's tiny fists clenched at his side but he didn't dare look up, "She didn't say that...!".
Murdoc's father gave a light laugh, clearly enjoying the sad but gradually beliving look in his son's eyes, "Course she did, unlovable's what you are, why else do you think she left you with me, and 'if' she loved you 'so much', why hasn't she come back for you yet?".
Murdoc shook his head confusedly, "I- I don't know- s-shut up!". "
"Shut up? Just look at yourself, you're diseased, a fuckin friendless freak, a nobody, no one likes or cares for you, not Hannibal, not me and not that fuckin 'God' you seem to spend 'alf your fuckin life praying to".
"God loves everyone!", Murdoc stubbornly replied, looking his father in the eye as he recited what his school was always teaching him (it was the only thing that ever gave him any hope).
His father stepped forward, he gently waved his left hand in front of Murdoc's face (confusing and distracting him), before smacking him across the face with his right hand. Murdoc fell to the floor but immediately (unsteadily) got back up, not wanting to lie in a vulnerable position, "He doesn't love you though does he, why else would you still be here? Face it Murdoc, anyone who pretends to love you is just lookin to fuck you over, you get me, you're fuckin unlovable".
Time skipped and a nineteen year old Murdoc was sat at a restaurant table, waiting to be served. Bored, he sat at his table, nervously flipping open and shut a small purple box, it contained a small silver ring, nothing greatly special, but it was the best he could get. His girlfriend of almost two years served as a waitress at this place and he was looking forward to surprising her- she'd say yes right?
Turning in his seat he grinned as he saw her appear at the bar and start talking to the man in charge, what was his name, Paul or something? Talking, his girlfriend and Paul both walked towards and into the storage room, Murdoc silently got up and followed her, planning to put his arms around her and- He stopped at the open storage room door, his girl, the only human that actually meant something in his life was there kissing and fondling her boss.
Something in Murdoc snapped, his small heart seemed to momentarily stop and he wordlessly stepped into the lit room, slamming the door behind him. His girl and 'Paul' immediately jumped, she pushed away from Paul, alarm filling her eyes.
"Murdoc what are you doing here?".
Murdoc's eyes bulged, "Never mind me, what the fuck are you doing with him?". His girlfriend stood there stuttering for an answer and his eyes turned sorrowful, "I was gonna ask yer ter m-marry me".
His girlfriend suddenly smiled slightly, "Marry you? Jeez, I mean Murdoc you're nice an all that but I could never go for someone like you. It was just all fun and games between us, I need someone who can do better in life, you're not going anywhere Mudsy and you never will". Murdoc stood there silently, having trouble taking in that the only person who'd cared about him had probably never cared about him at all.
His girlfriend sighed gently, trying to break the suden uncomfortable silence, she put her hands around his still shocked form and gave him a gentle hug, "Oh you do understand don't you Mudsy?". "Sure", Murdoc whispered, gently hugging her back before letting go and stiffly walking back to the door. Taking the key he'd swiped from her and locking the door with it, he turned and stared darkly at them.
Confused and rather concerned, his girlfriend backed up, clutching 'Paul' tightly, "Er Mudsy? You are ok aren't you?". "Oh me? Am fine", Murdoc smiled, talking calmly as if he'd been asked about the weather, before his face took a more murderous turn, "Your little friend won't be when am finished with am though".
Murdoc got two years in prison for grievous bodily harm. Admittedly it didn't seem like much for what he did but it was terrifying being there all the same, don't turn your back on no one, don't trust no one and 'never' drop the soap. It was kinda funny really, the police would send you there to be rehabilitated, but it was a rare moment if any, that a prisoner was set free less dangerous, foul tempered and emotionally damaged than they were when they'd been sent in-
"Murdoc-sama, Murdoc-sama!", Noodle's shrill but childlike voice called, cutting through his less than pleasant dreams and memories.
"What! What!", Murdoc asked sleepily, actually rather glad for having being woken up, he watched the excitable teen check her watch and huff impatiently.
"It's two in the afternoon, Russel say we have to go practise".
"Uh…", Murdoc closed his eyes again, contemplating sleep.
"Murdoc-sama!", Noodle squeeled, leaning over and shaking him lightly by the shoulder.
Irritated, Murdoc groaned, sitting up and putting his trouser clad legs over the side of his bed, yawning at Noodle, "Yeah yeah am up, am up, no rest for the wicked ay? Jeez!".
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