Special thanks to reviewers Mentalcase50, Guest, PrettyNPinkGirl and Guest, for convincing me to continue to write this, your opinions on how this story should continue were really apreciated!
Admittedly this chapter took me a while to write, I started being a bit too much of a perfectionist with it until I realised that if I didn't upload this chapter now it'd never get uploaded, so grammar mistakes and such are just going to have to stay there, enjoy...
The clouds were dark over the vast graveyard, it had always been Murdoc's favourite place, the one that he loved to go to when he was drunk and perform rituals or when he was just feeling a little down and wanted a mood lifting walk. If Murdoc had disappeared or been away from the house overnight, this was often were 2D would find him, it seemed only fitting that this would be his final resting place.
After the church ceremony, everyone including Noodle, Russel, and many old friends or music colleges of Murdoc started to walk to the area of the grounds where Murdoc was to be buried. Excusing himself, 2D had walked away in the opposite direction, his head was buzzing with everything that had happened just less than a week ago, he knew he needed to be strong for Noodle and the others but he just couldn't think straight, he just wanted a minute alone before he went to catch up with the others.
Stopping by a small stream, 2D let out a choked sigh, running a hair through his azure hair and letting a few tears fall, he turned to watch the crowd in the distance, gathered and waiting for Murdoc's casket to arrive, 2D wondered if they blamed him, he blamed himself, he was Murdoc's best mate, he should have known, he should have seen the signs and stopped him, he should of-.
"Weak end for a weakling", a raspy voice muttered venomously from behind, knocking 2D out of his previous thoughts, 2D glanced to his side to see Jacob (Murdoc's 'so-called' father stood) on the damp grass next to him, coldly watching as the casket was carried out from the church and across the graveyard to the area Gorrilaz had specially chosen for Murdoc.
Apathetic, Jacob reached into his pocket and took out a packet of cigarettes, stiffly offering 2D one, 2D glared in return, turning and quickly walking away from the long nosed man before he did something which would get him arrested.
Following the people carrying Murdoc's casket, 2D was rather disgusted to find the cigarette smoking old man was following keeping pace with him. Jacob noticed the unhappy look on 2D's face and chuckled lightly, "I dunno why you're mad at me, 'e killed imself! ...If you ask me, death's to good for that lil git-".
Almost at the burial site, 2D stopped walking (almost causing Jacob to walk into him) and turned again to face and glare at the older man, "Why are you here?!".
Jacob sneered, "Only after what's legally mine- An' I'll leave you all alone after that, rest assured!". What Jacob referred to was everything of value that had once belonged to Murdoc. Just days after learning of his son's demise, Jacob had started hounding the band, knowing full well that as Murdoc had not made a will of any kind, all of his money and worldly possessions now belonged to him.
2D knew that in a healthy state. Murdoc wouldn't have given his father the dirt under his own feet, but to 2D it wasn't about the money, it was the utter heartless way in which Jacob was trying to get at it, like he didn't even care that his youngest son had died- he probably didn't.
2D sighed, no one except the Gorillaz band knew what had been going on with Jacob lately and he really didn't want to use Murdoc's funeral to air their own personal problems, "Look, we'll give yer the stuff alrigh! Jus please leave us alone for today, you may not o cared abou' 'im but e was ma bes mate, I jus wanna pay ma last respec's, I don' wanna spend 'is funeral talkin to 'you'".
The funeral carried on after that, 2D stood with Russel and Noodle, a Christian vicar and a satanist vicar (Murdoc had been Christian before he'd become a satanist and Russel had argued that it didn't seem right to have a Satanist preceding the funeral, this was the compromise), each gave a sermon before asking if anyone wanted to stand up and say a few words. Many did and for a while the area was filled with muted laughter at different funny memories people shared about the Satanist, one of the funniest being Noodle's of when she was eleven and had kidnapped Murdoc's bass, holding it hostage until he agreed to let her dress up in her Pikachu onesie for their next gig.
For a funeral it went mostly ok, until it came towards the end and a horribly familiar raspy voice at the back of the crowd said he'd like to say a few words.
The remaining Gorillaz band members glared as Jacob slowly walked forward to take centre stage, Jacob sighed sadly before facing the crowd, "Hi, I'm- I was Murdoc's father, and… And- I mean, what can I say about my beloved son Murdoc?", Jacob paused and sniffled convincingly, "I'm not sure really… It's true we had our ups and downs …our arguments …But what family doesn't? I always loved him, and I'm truly sorry that I wasn't around more". His face bowed, Jacob frowned and sniffled loudly, "Maybe if I'd been around more… If I'd been more of a father to him, then- then maybe he wouldn't have died the way he did... but that's no excuse". Jacob began to break down and sobbed, "Look… If you- Any of you here today can– can take anything away from this, don't be like me. T-tell people you love them, d-don't leave until it's too late", Jacob glanced around at the crowd everyone- except the remaining Gorillaz were also crying, touched by what he said. Smiling sadly, Jacob sighed and nodded to the crowd, "Thankyou", Jacob walked away leaving the adoring, empathetic crowd and the very confused surviving members of Gorrilaz in his wake.
After the funeral, everyone began to walk toward a pub where they'd had agreed to meet afterwards, 2D walked with the others, smiling sadly and talking over fond memories, when he felt a hand on his shoulder, he glanced behind himself to see Jacob staring at him uncomfortably, "C-could I have a word".
2D paused, confused by this new suddenly less vicious Jacob, "Er, sure", he glanced around at the others, "I'll catch you up". He walked away from the crowd with Jacob.
Jacob walked them both to a quiet bench and handed 2D a smoke which he accepted, staying quiet until Jacob finally spoke, "So how much money does he ave in his account anyway?". Expecting a more heart felt talk, 2D gasped, inhaling too much smoke at once and spluttering. Taking the cigarette out of his mouth and coughing some more, 2D turned to stare incredulously at Jacob, "It's is funeral, I fought you cared!".
Jacob's mouth curled into an unpleasant sneer, "People really are so easy to manipulate aren't they? –The money anyway, what's he got?, I know he's got that Winnebago of his, that should fetch a fair few bob on ebay or something… A couple basses or so am sure, but what I really want to know is his account, his band made quite a lot of money didn't it? ...And knowing my son the way I do, I'm sure he took the lion share-".
2D glared, stubbing out his cigarette and throwing it away, "I don' know what 'e did with 'is money! I never asked! I wasn' interested! Am gonna go back to my friends-". 2D got up and started to walk, stopping when he heard Jacob chuckle and start to speak, "Touched a nerve there did I Stu-Pot". 2D turned back towards Jacob, who again laughed, "That's your name innit?".
"Stay away from me an my fam'ly!", 2D turned to walk away again. Not appreciating being ignored, Jacob tried again, "Who was that girl you were with anyway? Looked pretty fancy to me, she your girlfriend was she?".
2D sighed, not bothering to turn around, "She's our guitarist".
"Really… did Murdoc fuck her?".
2D spun around to stare, disgusted at the older man, "What?! No! She's fifteen, and he wouldn't, he was like a father to her!".
"Was he now? Guess that makes me a grandfather with a pretty hot lookin granddaughter if you ask me".
"Leave Noodle out of this!"
"Noodle! Ay what a pretty name!", Jacob licked his lips slowly in a revolting way, "I reckon-".
2D never got to hear what the man reckoned, as the next sound 2D heard was the man reeling back and falling off the bench to concrete floor, as the result of being hit by a well aimed fist... 2D's well aimed fist actually. 2D stared at his outstretched arm, he'd never so much as swatted a fly and yet-
Stopping his thoughts, 2D looked to the aged man on the ground, he wasn't moving, "Er… hello?", 2D called out, prodding at the still man with his foot- nothing. Quite worried now, 2D bent down to the ground, lifting the man's face up, it was covered in blood, "Shit!", 2D exclaimed, quickly checking for a pulse- nothing.
"Shit! Fucking shit!", 2D exclaimed, quickly turning the man on his back and performing CPR to the best of his knowledge, he didn't want the man to die he didn't want to be a murderer, he didn't-.
Talking, he could hear people talking, he quickly glanced behind himself- It was Noodle, Russel and some others from the pub, they were coming up the hill, walking right towards him and the unresponsive body… They were getting closer, closer to 2D and the body of Jacob Niccals, panting, 2D continued CPR, panicking and not knowing what to do, he glanced behind himself again, they were getting closer, they were going to find out he's killed Jacob and Murdoc and they were going to find out, they were going to find out and they would punish him, they were g-.
"D wake up!", Russel called.
2D opened his eyes, groggily looking around the hospital waiting room he'd fell asleep in, groaning, 2D rubbed his aching neck, regretting falling asleep in the uncomfortable plastic seat, before thinking back to his previous dream, he pulled an uncomfortable face before remembering why he was there, "Russ! Is Mudz alright?".
Russel looked at 2D pulling a face and looking at the floor, "He's not waking up, the doctor said we can go in though...".
2D nodded, getting up from his uncomfortable chair and glancing around, "Where's Noodle?".
"She couldn't sleep so I asked her to go buy us a cup of coffee, I'd better check where she is actually... Go ahead D, I'll be back in a few minutes".
2D watched Russel walk away before looking towards the door of the room which held Murdoc, suddenly feeling rather nervous, 2D ran a hand through his own hair, took a deep breath in and pushed the door open.
Alright! A cliff hanger, haven't got to do one of them in a while! As mentioned earlier, there are probably a lot of grammatical errors, e.t.c in this but if I'd forced myself to check this story over again it probably never would have got finished.
Anyways, whether you enjoyed, didn't enjoy or purely hated this chapter and think it is the bane of all existance. Please review and I'll try to get the next chapter out a lot soon than the last!