He rolled to the floor with a crash and growl. His hands found traction in the floor and Murdoc hoisted himself to his feet while nursing his head. The floor creaked in response to his haphazard footsteps to the door. He flung it open to find an unexpected guest squinting up at him; Noodle.

"Noodle love?" Murdoc's hands flew from his head and down to Noodle's shoulders. Noodle smiled from underneath her purple bangs, her teeth bared in excitement at Murdoc. He had to restrain himself from swooping down and enveloping her in his arms because that would be quite uncharacteristic of him. Plus, it would show Noodle just how much his sanity had waned in the month they'd been apart. "Wot're-how-when….wot's up?" his words flew out in a stream of consciousness from excitement and bewilderment.

"Nothing Murdoc-sama." she shuffled in toting her guitar on her shoulder and a jug of sweet tea clipped in-between her fingers. She plunked down on the couch with a small 'plop' and began tuning up her guitar. It was new, Murdoc noticed offhandedly. He'd never seen Noodle strumming on an ESP Kamikaze. "Come play with me?" she gestured to El Diablo leaning against the wall innocently. Murdoc rushed over to his instrument, eager to make music with Noodle.

They started out playing some Gorillaz music from the first album. Then Noodle pulled out a notebook and shoved it in Murdoc's face. She didn't say anything but watched with hawk-like vigilance to see if he was reading over it. Exuberance washed over him as his mismatched eyes scanned each lightly sketched word. Noodle's songs were simply magical. They weren't as fun and rambunctious as the songs that he and Dullard had written for the first album, however. He was especially fond of one she hadn't quite named yet. Murdoc looked up at Noodle who was still studying him. They caught glances for an awkward moment before he found his voice.

"Whaddya call this one Noodle?" he pushed the notebook towards her and she studied it momentarily with her eyebrows knitted.

"Dunno." she shrugged her shoulders absently. "I was wondering if you could help me Murdoc-sama." her smile was eager and childish and made Murdoc give a closed mouth smile. Noodle returned the gesture eagerly.

He read over the lyrics again, "You're just alone when you begin to sing a song that doesn't sing." Murdoc could see that the song was unfinished because it was only a couple of verse like stanzas strung together. His brain churned and Noodle strummed her guitar with the chords he supposed were meant to accompany her lyrics. The answer flew out of his mouth before he could even think.

"Ya know Noodle, I've been feeling like I'm the only living soul on this damned Earth anymore. Ya song hit me jus' righ'." he handed her the notebook and picked up his bass again. Noodle's eyes lit up in realization.

"Last living souls." she tapped her hand to her thigh to create some type of backbeat. Murdoc tried to compose something on the spot to follow along. Noodle's mind searched eagerly for the finishing touch to her song. It was just out of reach and she knew if she could just charge ahead a few more fleeting leaps that her hands would close around it perfectly. Murdoc came out of nowhere, however, and picked her up and carried her the last length of the journey.

"Are we the last living souls?" his voice was low and thick, like flowing lava down the side of a volcano. Noodle gave off a fleeting smile before joining in. They both chorused that phrase over and over, finally finding the refrain for Noodle's now finished song. A sense of flooding cool relief washed over them like rain and both Noodle and Murdoc felt complete for just a moment. The world was at peace and God was smiling once again upon them. They were free from the shackles of loneliness because they'd both found each other. They'd both found the other last living soul. Oh how Murdoc had missed his little axe princess.

But then the world was tumbled into confusion once again as a knock cracked through the peace. Murdoc knew who this was but that wasn't the reason for the confusion. It was Izzie of course and that was just it. This girl, she threw Murdoc into realms of unfamiliarity that made him squirm and cringe and dream of nightmares. She evoked some type of mystic happiness in him that he could barely describe. She made him scared beyond all belief and reason. She made him want to live but at the very same time die. Izzie was the dusk to Murdoc's day; the middle ground and haze between night and day. Although Murdoc had just met her the previous day he could already tell she would be a difficult person to deal with. He was quite accurate at reading people, a gift he was reasonably thankful for.

There was Izzie standing on the steps into the trailer but she seemed to have brought a friend with her. Murdoc gazed intently upon the girl, enthralled by something she carried. She wasn't like Izzie because he could feel something familiar about her. It hit him the minute she started talking, this girl was a complete slut.

"'Ello mah name is Alix." she winked at him as she held out her hand. "I'm Izzie's friend and she invited me out wif you too. If ya dun' mind?" she flicked her long mane of brown hair over her shoulder and flashed a chemically whitened smile at Murdoc. A goo of happiness slid through his veins and radiated warmth. Sluts had this effect on Murdoc.

"No' atull." he cracked the same crooked grin he was notorious for. Izzie studied the two of them, obviously reading the situation like a book. She cracked her neck and cleared her throat to ease the tangible sexual tension.

"Ready tah go den?"

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Murdoc finished in her hair and cackled in sheer ecstasy. She ran her hands through it and gave him a slightly disgusted look. He simply shrugged his shoulders with a smirk on his face. Alix rose still naked from the bed and shuffled into the bathroom to clean off her hair. Murdoc folded his arms behind his head and leaned back as he inhaled deeply. For the first time in around a month he felt like himself. He was finally happy and not worried about where he was going mentally. The light around him held a shaded red dark romance and the room smelled like must and hot passion. He felt like he was floating on Cloud 9.

Izzie opened the door and caught a glimpse of Murdoc fully exposed and looking quite pleased with himself. A perplexed look passed across her face as she shielded her eyes from his member sticking straight up. "Where's Alix?" she grunted and leaned her back against the wall. She side stepped carefully and shook a thong off of her toe.

"Bathrum." his tongue flicked lazily over his lips as he watched her. Murdoc chuckled in amusement at how completely awkward she was making herself appear. He found it quite precious that she was ashamed to see him naked. Murdoc never took shame in the delights he was bestowed with.

"Well I need tah take 'er home soon. 'Er rummate keeps…eh…callin me, yeah?" she stuttered as her hand slipped from her face and she caught a glance of Murdoc again. He wiggled his hips at her teasingly. Izzie tipped her head down so her blonde hair fell over her eyes.

"I'll get 'uh." he stood up and walked to the bathroom, making sure to brush his naked body against her. She shivered and yelped while jumping ten feet away from him. Oh Murdoc could get used to this.

Alix was retrieved from the bathroom, still absolutely fuming at Murdoc for getting jizz in her hair. He laughed and clapped her on the back as she ran bitching out of the room. His eyes swept down to Izzie who now had the courage to look at him because he was wearing pants. Her green eyes were filled with some type of jealousy and confusion that Murdoc couldn't understand. What did she have to be upset about? Was she jealous that he gave her friend a good shagging? He tapped his chin momentarily before reaching for a pack of cigars on his night table.

"We're jus' friends righ'?" she whispered as if it were some type of secret that the walls weren't meant to hear.

"Course love." he answered without thinking. Murdoc gave another curious glance to her as he coaxed one of the cigars out of the package by tapping it. A look of slight disappointment crossed her features and then she looked down at the ground. He couldn't get it. What exactly did she expect from him? "Tha' is wot you want isn' it?" he juggled a bottle of rum and a Zippo lighter while igniting the end of his smoke.

"Yep." she breathed, stepping down the stairs from the Winnebago. Murdoc followed her and leaned against the aluminum wall casually. "I'll see ya latah." Izzie paused to give him a curt wave before cantering to her El Camino where Alix was honking the horn impatiently. Murdoc moved his hand left to right once before taking a swig of stinging rum.

He glanced up at his trusty steed, whose sides were rusted out like the hull of an old and damaged ship. Her windshield wipers were askew and a couple of alley cats had made a home in the luggage compartment. Murdoc patted the side of the Winnebago with a gnarled hand. He knew that it was high time that he got a real place to live. A high class ritzy ass establishment from which he could operate in full swing. Grinning devilishly he swung himself up into the cockpit of his Batmobile and started searching for a new place to lay himself out. Yes, he was definitely feeling more and more like himself already.

-Chapter 6 Fin-

Author's Note: GAH. I'm so lazy. Well I was down the Jersey Shore for a couple of days and I'm slowly but surely working on my AP English summer homework. I still know where this is going though, so no worries. It's all just a matter of when I get it done. Good day to you all J