This car ride was much like every other car ride the Gorillaz went on. Murdoc would start yelling at 2D for messing with the radio, Noodle would get car sick, Russell would yell at Murdoc, then 2D would complain of a migraine.
Today, Murdoc decided to demonstrate his most recklase driving skills.
"SLOW DOWN!" Russell yelled as the bassist narrowly missed a pick-up truck.
"WHY SHOULD I!? IT AIN'T MY FAULT THESRE DULLARDS DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!"
"By dullards, do you mean you?" 2D mumbled, not knowing anyone could hear him.
"What was that?" Murdoc growled, turning to face the singer.
"EYES ON THE DAMN ROAD!"
"Give me a sec, Russ, now what did you say." Murdoc smirked, knowing 2D knew damn well what was going to happen next.
"I'm sor-." 2D couldn't even finish his sentence, the punches already started coming.
"I'M A SODDING GREAT DRIVER!" Murdoc argued, landing a blow to the side of the poor man's face.
2D opened his mouth slightly to scream, but it wasn't his voice that filled the air.
It was Noodle's.
Murdoc turned around in time to see what was going on, but not in time to do anything about it. It didn't take long for them to collide with the delivery truck. Nor did it take long for the car to flip on its side and tumble into a ditch.
Broken glass, blood, and a few car parts scattered the scene. It looked alomst like a movie. The only difference was that this was too real.
Russell was the first to move.
"Baby girl?" He looked over to see Noodle on her side, "Noodle?!" He asked again, but this time more urgently.
The girl slowly turned, she had a bad gash on her forehead, but over all, she seemed fine.
"Murdoc-san?"
"Yes?" Murdoc asked irritatedly from the driver's seat, moving into a more seated position.
"You 'k?"
"I'm fine...Faceache?"
Nothing.
"Toochi?" Noodle asked, looking for the singer.
"Look!" Russell pointed just inches away from geep.
There was 2D, laying out on his back, not moving.
The three scrambled from the wreckage, and toward their fallen friend. When they got to his side, one thing was perfectly clear. Stuart Pot had finally gotten his wish.
He was dead.
A/N: This story is still in progress. Just thought I'd let ya know.