Murdoc stalked up behind the large man who stood behind the counter in the record store. He put the sack over the other man's head and shoved him down onto the floor. The floor shook with the impact of the larger man's body.
"Get offa me dammit." Came the muffled voice from under the bag.
The bassist knocked the man hard in the back of the head satisfied when the body under him seized its struggling. He went to work tying the man's hands behind his back then binding his feet together. Murdoc stood back and looked down at the large unconscious man, he groaned knowing he'd have to drag him to his car.
"Well 'ere we go t'en" He mumbled as he hooked his hands under the larger man's armpits and began dragging him out of the store and into the empty parking lot. It took him nearly half an hour to hoist the younger man into the back of the car.
He heard the other man groan and hoped he wouldn't wake up yet. He just needed to get him into the house which took him another thirty minutes. He thought about making the dullard and his girlfriend help, but knew they were useless. He managed to drag the large man into the rec room and dropped him carelessly next to the couch catching the attention of his two band mates.
"Wot the fuck is dat?" Paula asked
She stopped painting her nails and got up from the couch walking around to look at the man laying on the floor.
"Who's there, where am I? Where the fuck did you take me to?" The hooded man began yelling.
Murdoc removed the sack from his head and dropped it to the floor revealing a dark skinned bald headed twenty something year old with milky white eyes. The man looked around the room frantically looking over everybody. His eyes stopped on 2D as he studied the other man.
"What the fuck is up with him?"
"My eyes are all bloodied up n stuff cause of Muds over t'ere." He said pointing towards the Satanist.
"Shut up 2 dents."
"You're the mother fucker who brought me here, what do ya want. Minute you untie me I'm breaking your arms off and shoving them up your ass you greasy fuckin' prick."
Murdoc rolled his eyes.
"Wait a second is this who I tink it is ten?" Paula asked pointing to the angered man.
"Yeah it is lovely, Russel Hobbs the possessed hip hop drummer. I heard about him and decided he'd be perfect for our little group here."
2D looked from Paula to Russel then finally to Murdoc, his eyes went wide with realization.
"Yew kidnapped tis guy to be in our band, 'ow could yew do tat Mu'doc?"
He sounded bewildered almost like this was something completely out of the bassist nature. Paula only smiled and winked at the older man, he felt sick.
"Now will one of you fucking weird-os tell me what's going on here?" Russel asked sounding more confused than angry at this point.
"Genius over tere started a band, don't really got a name ye-"
"Gorillaz" Murdoc said as he glared at the younger girl, she rolled her eyes.
"Okay, Gorillaz….He said we needed a drummer t'en and went off, picked yer fat ass up, and now 'ere you are."
"I can't believe yew did dis, yer fuckin' insane. I don't' want no part in dis." 2D said shaking his head violently.
Murdoc walked up to the singer and smacked him across the face. He shot him another threatening look before turning his attention back to the bound man on the floor.
"Basically what the bird here was sayin' is we; I want you in my band as the drummer."
"You gonna untie me or keep me locked up in some fuckin' torture room or somethin'?"
The bassist gritted his teeth; the younger man smirked up at him.
"I'll untie ya, just gotta play nice."
"Yeah or else you gonna hit me like you do that kid with the blue hair over there….Why is your hair blue anyways?"
"He fell outta a tree house." Murdoc answered before the singer could even open his mouth.
"Okay then….you people are fucking weird."
"We knew tat already luv" Paula said smiling
"Do something worth while and untie our newest band mate." Murdoc said glaring at the guitarist.
She shot him a look, but followed his instructions.
Russel slowly stood to his feet, he towered over Murdoc and Paula by a good bit, but wasn't too much taller than 2D. He rubbed at his wrists looking at them for a second then looking around at the other people in the room.
"I'm Murdoc Niccals by the way, bassist, and creator of this band." The Satanist said smiling with pride.
Russel raised an eyebrow and shook his head looking at the older man like he was mentally off.
"The black eyed idiot over t'ere is 2D, the flake over there is Paula."
"What do you guys do in the band then?" Russel asked curiously
"I sing and I do keyboards too, Paula is our guitarist, she's real good at it too." He said smiling lovingly at the girl who just ignored him.
"Well tis is borin' I'm goin to my room." She announced before turning and leaving.
Murdoc really wished that she would just disappear, but she wasn't bad as a guitarist.
"So you guys live here, shit I thought this place was just some ghost story." The drummer said looking around looking mildly scared.
"yeah some old loon sold it ta me, screamin' about zombies and such."
"It's true too, I saw em the otha night, t'ey attacked me and everyfink. I tried to get Mu'doc to help me, but I don't fink he could hear me." The singer said looking over at the bassist.
Murdoc grabbed a bottle of whiskey up off the floor and began drinking from it.
"Yeah I heard ya mate, just didn't really give a fuck." He said shrugging.
"So yew really are haunted by yer dead friends and everyfink?" 2D asked as he studied the taller man's white eyes.
Russel nodded slowly giving a small smile to the singer.
"Yeah, Death came for them, but he left me….Left them with me, I don't know why, but it's like it isn't my time to part with them yet….It scared me at first, especially when I had the demon, but I think it's gone…I still feel something dark inside of my head though, it scares me….I don't know how to get rid of it without hurting my friends." He said lowering his head.
"Well tat's nice and all, I'm goin back to the Winnie. Y'know the rule; botha me and I bash ya Fuckin head in." Murdoc said as he turned and left the area.
He needed a rest; he'd just dragged a rather large man from a store to a car then from the car into his house. He knew that tomorrow morning they would make some demo tapes, send them to some labels, and a few other artists. They would sound great now that they had a urban legend in their band, their look, and sound would be perfect….Almost perfect, Paula tended to kill that perfect vibe, the way 2D looked at her, then the way she looked at Murdoc. He wanted to break the whiskey bottle over her hread.
He sat down in a rickety wooden chair and opened a bottle of beer once the whiskey was completely gone. A few more hours of drinking and then he would pass out, it sounded like a good plan. That was until the light knocking on the door.
"Wot the fuck do ya want?" He yelled angrily at whoever was bothering him.
It was probably dullard or ghost boy.
"Mu'doc I need ta talk to ya." The female voice called from the other side of the door.
He cringed at her voice; she wanted to be alone with him. He thought about just telling her to sod off, but opted instead to let her in even if it was against his better judgment. He got up and opened the door revealing the girl standing there in her black tank top, red jeans, and too much red lipstick. She always wore too much makeup, he hated it, and hell he just hated her. She walked inside looking around almost fascinated even though she'd spent weeks insulting his little home on wheels.
"Well wot ta fuck do ya want?" He asked feeling aggravated.
Her eyes fell on him and she smirked as she moved closer to him. He backed up until his back was against the bathroom door; she pressed her body tightly against his. She placed one hand firmly on his chest and looked up at him with that seductive grin.
"Yer a real bastard ya know….Nothin like D, he's so nice and gentle….Real gentleman actually, you ain't tat way t'ough…I like it….I know how ya feel about me." She whispered as she moved her hand slowly down his body.
He could feel himself tense, he felt like snapping her neck. He kept his mismatched eyes locked on her wondering if she was serious right now. He hated how she talked about 2D like all of his good qualities were obvious reasons to want to cheat on him; he wondered how many times she'd cheated on him in the past. He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this bitch in his band.
"Yeah ya noticed huh?" he asked trying to keep his tone flat.
"Mhm I bet ya like it rough, he always gets upset when I'm too rough wit him y'know…I know ya don't wanna hear tat kinda stuff about yer mate and all….When I first met ya I wanted to knock yer teeth in, but ya kinda grown on me…."
Her hand cupped his crotch and began rubbing. Usually when a woman touched him no matter how old or how ugly he would get aroused. This time he just felt like puking, he felt like stabbing her. He couldn't believe this tramp thought she had the right to touch him like that. He reached down grabbing her wrist tightly and jerking her hand away. Pain flashed across her face, but turned to annoyance.
"Get out"
"Wot?"
"Get out now, don't fuckin' touch me like tat." He said letting go of her and pushing her towards the door.
She walked out of the Winnie and looked up at him. The look of annoyance turned to one of amusement within seconds.
"You'll change ya mind, tey always do." She said winking then walking away.
Murdoc gritted his teeth and slammed the door shut.
"Stupid fuckin' slut, touching me like tat….I can't believe Stu is wit some piece of shit like her, god dammit." He growled kicking a wall hard enough to crack it and send pain shooting through his foot.
He cursed under his breath and went over collapsing on his bed staring up at the cracked ceiling. His head was throbbing and he could still feel where her hand had been on him, he hated what she'd said. He hated knowing all she was doing when she had sex was 2D was hurting him; he hated the idea of that rotted bitch fucking him at all. He needed to find a way to get her out of the band.