Special thanks to reviewers Mentalcase50 and Guest, although admittedly the two reviews together may have looked like they were asking me to stop writing this story- "Noooo!" "Moooore!", I gonna be an optimist and put it down to a hilarious coincidence, happy for anyone to argue the point on that though.
Anyways, the song in this story is by Gorrilaz 'D-sides' it's called 'Hong Kong', it's quite a chillax song so am suprised more people haven't heard it really.
Anyways, I've finished this chapter, and I'm seriously considering just ending it as is rather than continuing with my original story idea- I'll just remove the beginning of chapter 1 instead.
Anyways review at the end and tell me whether you think I should continue or make this the last chapter?
It was dark but Murdoc could hear the seemingly far away voices of his band members:
2D: What's wrong with im?
Russel: Not sure, I ain't a doctor D...
2D: He was trembling and sweating a lot when we were playing...
Noodle: Is Murdoc gonna die?
Russel: No baby, he's just-
Murdoc opened his eyes, immediately groaning at how bright everything seemed, he clutched at his aching head, "Ugh! How long ave I bin out?".
"Murdoc!", Noodle cried out ecstatically quickly moving over to sit on the side of the bed he was apparently lying on and hugged him. Shocked at the sudden physical contact, Murdoc froze slightly before gently hugging her back. 2D and Russel shifted over to him, smiling with relief.
Still being forcibly hugged by Noodle, Murdoc glanced up at 2D and Russel, "How long was I out?". Russel sighed, "Only ten minutes, but man, we thought we were gonna lose you". 2D nodded, "It was 'orrible you were talkin and then jus collapsed in fron' of the audience, Russel ad to carry you off the stage to this firs' aid room, the staff ave called for an amb'lance".
At this, Murdoc stood up from the bed, (quickly putting a hand to his head and wishing he hadn't) he glared at 2D anyway, "No soddin way I don' need no doctor or no 'ospital, we're goin back on stage if it kills me!". He went to walk out the door but Russel quickly stood in his way, "That's what we're afraid of! Man, you so god damn selfish, everyone here cares about you and whatever the hell you're doin to yerself-".
"No one cares about me" Murdoc answered, glaring at Russel, "Get off!", Murdoc growled at Noodle who continued to try and hold his arm in a poor attempt to prevent him from leaving.
Arm dislodged, Murdoc stormed towards the door, staggered and fell forward, landing on his hands and knees, he proceeded to violently throw up- blood. Noodle's eyes widened at the scarlet river leaving the Bassist's lips, 2D and Russel quickly moved back over to Murdoc, Russel holding Murdoc's hair and cape out of the way as he continued to hack out bloodied coughs. 2D rubbed Murdoc's back mumbling that everything was going to be alright, even though no one believed it.
Shocked and scared, Noodle started to scream out things in Japanese which made no sense to anyone and really weren't helping the situation. Gritting his teeth, Russel told her to go wait outside for the ambulance so she could guide them to the room, in order to just to get her out of his meterforical hair.
Soon after she left, Murdoc seemed to stop dry heaving, Russel gently half walked half carried the demon bassist back to the bed and sat him down on the side of it, "Alright mudz now you gonna tell me an D what the hell you bin takin cuz-".
"Cold", Murdoc muttered. Russel looked confused, "What?". "Cold", Murdoc repeated, his eyes looking scarily far away and glossy as he shivered, "'s so cold, the devil's comin fer me e's sent ma dad afer me e's gonna freeze me ter death an then e's gonna kill me all ov'er again, e-".
Russel took off his own jacket, wrapping it around Murdoc's sunken body like a blanket, "Mudz, no one's gonna kill yer, you're safe, you're jus really ill-". Murdoc fell back on the bed and groaned loudly, wrapping his arms around his stomach like it was hurting him, which after throwing up blood wasn't really surprising.
2D stared, placing a hand over Murdoc's sweat clad forehead, moving his hair away from his face and stroking his hair gently, he didn't know what to do, he just wanted the ambulance to get there as soon as possible, looking at Russel he could tell the drummer was thinking the same thing.
"Faceache?", Murdoc suddenly called, eyes still shut painfully, he blindly held out a hand and left the other grasping around his stomach. 2D quickly moved over and caught the failing hand, holding it with both of his, "Wha is it Mudz?".
Murdoc cracked his eyes open and stared at the frightened singer, "Am gonna need yer to take care o Cortez fer me alright- I-I don' think am gonna be comin ome from this one". 2D tilted his head to the side taking a while to understand what the bassist was getting at, "Wha'd ya mean Mudz? ...No, no you're not gonna die, the people are comin Mudz they're gonna save you, you won't die, you're immortal, you're-".
"Stuart!", Murdoc grumbled, using 2D's rarely used given name to startle the now sobbing singer, "For once in yer life stop being such a bloody wet ponce, wha'd I always tell yer? Nothin is forever, not even me, now jus promise, promise me you'll look after yerself, an-an Cortez too yeah?". 2D just stared at the defeated bassist, gritting his remaining teeth together in an attempt to mute his crying.
Murdoc furrowed his brow and forced himself to glare, "I asked you a question Stu-Pot, I ain't dead yet!". 2D quickly nodded, taking deep shuddering breaths in as he replied, "Yeah- yeah, o course Mudz I will". Murdoc's expression softened, "Good", he painfully turned his head to look at the drummer, "Russel?".
Staring miserably at the floor, Russel was surprised when he heard his own name called, he moved closer over to the demon bassist, whispering gently, "Yeah Mudz, what it?". Murdoc hissed, closing his eyes in sudden pain and opening them again to stare at the saddened drummer, "The band's your's now, jus-jus like you always wanted". Russel shook his head, giving a quick morose laugh as if this was all some sick joke, "I never wanted the band man-".
Murdoc's body gave another jolt off pain and he half-yelled out, stopping Russel in mid-sentence. "It's yours jus, jus take care o Noods fer me yeah? She's a great kid, better one then I ever was, guess it too late now-". Tears leaving Russel's face he balled his hands into fists and glared, cutting Murdoc off, "Man, stop it! YOU AIN'T DYIN, ALRIGHT? The ambulance is gonna come an-".
Speak of the devil, Noodle suddenly ran in, still yelling in Japanese and pointing an ambulance crew over to her friend. The crew crowded around Murdoc, one of them wanted 2D to get out of the way but he refused, both hands still clutching Murdoc's paling one, rubbing the top with his thumbs.
Lord, hear me now
Junk boats and english boys
Rapid talk and movement was going on around them but all Murdoc and 2D could see was each other, 2D crying and staring at the bassist with puppy-dog eyes, Murdoc staring back in a pained dulled death-excepting smile.
Crashing out in supermarts
Electric fences and guns
They heard Russel's voice and looked up, "Mudz, the medics asked what you took".
You swallow me
I'm a pill on your tongue
Murdoc looked away not wanting his band member's disappointed faces to be one of the last things he ever saw, "Speed mate, though I think they mighta added LSD or something to it, the guy who sold em wasn't the most reliable lookin but m-".
Here on the nineteenth floor
The neon lights make me calm
A loud scream pierced the bustling room, causing everyone to stop stare in shock at the Satanist who had suddenly curled tightly into himself, panting and moaning.
One of the medic again tried to move 2D away but this time it was Murdoc who held on tightly, he opened his eyes and forced himself to look up at his distressed band members , "No matter what I said... I've always loved you all alright?".
And late in a star's life
It begins to explode
Russel and Noodle (Russel's large arm around Noodle in a half-hug) stared and nodded, Murdoc smiled breathing in and out sharply and letting his head hit the pillows. 2D rapidly shook his head bending over to stroke the hair out of Murdoc's face, "No, no, Mudz!".
And all the people in a dream
Wait for the machine
Murdoc's breathing ragged, his pain filled eyes stared up at 2D, he whispered something only his father and Hannibal had ever heard him say, "...Stuart? ...I'm ...I'm scared".
To pick the shit up, leave it clean
2D shook his head quickly as Murdoc shut his eyes, his grasping hand the only tell-tale sign that he was still alive.
2D forced himself to smile as he gently stroked dark hair out of the bassist's face, "'S okay Mudz, 's okay to be scared, 's okay, everyone gets scared sometimes, 's okay, 's. 2D stopped as Murdoc gasped, gripping 2D's hand tightly for a few final seconds- 1… 2… 3… 4… and then let go, Murdoc's hand sliding out of 2D's and hitting the soft bed.
Kid, hang over here
Frozen in place, 2D stared silently, barely registering the medics talking as they touched the satanist's neck in an attempt to find a pulse.
What you're learning in school
"Sir, we've lost him!".
"Shit, quick, get the defrib we're gonna have to shock-".
Is the rise of an eastern sun
Gonna be good for everyone?
A hand grasped 2D's shoulder to move him away, almost catatonic as he stared at his dead friend, 2D gasped, suddenly fighting against the large hand which attempted to move him, the grip just tightened in response.
Still fighting, 2D looked up, stopping when he saw it was Russel who held him, tearful but firmly the drummer sighed, "Come on, man jus let em do their job". Nodding, 2D quickly got up, shuffling away from the bed and turning back to watch, Russel's hand on his shoulder, the other one holding Noodle in a gentle hug.
The radio station disappeared
Music turned into thin air
The remaining band members watching on, the medics began to work quickly on the body of their very recently deceased friend. Taking out a defribulator a medic charged it (takes seconds or less) before holding it over Murdoc's chest. "Get back", the holder of the defrib yelled to other medics before pushing it against the satanist's chest, "CLEAR!". Murdoc's body spasmed, the defribulator was quickly charged again, whilst other medics quickly checked his breathing… nothing.
The DJ was the last to leave
She had well-conditioned hair
"CLEAR!" , Murdoc's body spasmed again, the defribulator was again charged as breathing and/or a pulse was still checked for... nothing.
"CLEAR!", the medics repeated the same process, nothing.
"CLEAR!".
Was beautiful but nothing really was there...
The band looked on in tears, not wanting the medics to stop trying, scared that they would. Even though every failed attempt to restart the bassist's heart further re-enforced what they already knew, Murdoc was dead and he wasn't coming back.
"CLEAR!".
"CLEAR!".
"CLEAR!".
"CLEAR!".
So, this all really ends in a vote as to if you want this story to continue or end as a tragedy, haven't written one of theme yet so...
Anyways, review if you want Murdoc to live... Or not.