Murdoc Niccals

Surprisingly, there was one point in Murdoc's life when he was innocent. Years ago, when Murdoc was three years old, he and his brother Hannibal got into a fight. At the time, Hannibal was 13 years old. He had a fiery temper and often had physical and verbal fights with Murdoc. This was one of the worst physical fights.

On this day, Murdoc was playing outside and it started to rain. He was far away from home. As he walked, it rained harder and harder. The tiny boy was soaking wet and cold. While on his expedition home, he saw a ran over kitten. Seeing it still had some life in it, he picked up the poor kitten and took it home with him. When he arrived home, his father was angered, drunk, and worried. Hannibal was supposed to be watching over Murdoc and instead went to his girlfriend's house.

"If yew snitch I'm goin' ta hurt yew badly," he threatened, barking the word badly. At the site of seeing Murdoc jump, he sneered. He walked out of the house with his little brother to play off his plan. "Yew two better be in here befo' it rains," their father shouted after them. Once out of their father's eyesight, Hannibal said, "Okay, now be a good little brotha' and cover fo' me. If yew fail, I'll beat your ass again, and yew can't tell anyone of tha'" he said. Being the slave Murdoc was, he nodded. They then went their separate ways.

He was expecting to see Hannibal so that they could walk inside together like nothing happened. He didn't. Slowly and reluctantly, he walked into his house. His father was sitting in the chair in front of the door waiting for them.

"Where were you?" his father questioned with a slurred speech.

Murdoc wasn't very good at coming up with lies at first, so he stumbled "I-I s-s-s-s-saw th-this injured kitten an' d-de-decided to p-pick it up and take it with m-me…" he said nervously. He was sweating and shivering.

"Where's Hannibal?" his father questioned again, this time getting up.

Murdoc knew that his father knew he was lying, but he tried to lie anyway. "Y-y-yew see, he ran to get the kitten some help an'-"

His father walked up to him and slapped the boy's face hard. Murdoc dropped the kitten and it yelped. Murdoc instantly fell to the ground and sobbed. He was hurt and the kitten had stopped breathing. His father threwit cold into the cold rain, giving it no chances of survival.

"Now, tell me what really happened and where Hannibal's whereabouts are," his father snapped, grabbing Murdoc by his shirt collar with one hand and holding him a few feet above the ground.

Sobbing, Murdoc tried to stick with his story, "But father, am telling the truth. Hannibal was trying to find the kitten help, he took too long, and so I started home without him…" Murdoc whined. His father wasn't buying it, so he choked Murdoc.

"I'll stop when you tell the truth," he said, squeezing tighter. Murdoc almost passed out when he decided to tell the truth. When Murdoc was done, his drunken dad choked him a little bit more. When his was done choking him, he beat Murdoc. When he finished, Hannibal came in. Having seen the kitten dead outside his front door, Murdoc on the floor crying, and his father looking a bit calm, he tried to come up with a lie his younger brother would say.

"Hey…. Uhhhh, see what happened was, I went searching for help for the little kitten and-" his father puched him in the face in the middle of his explanation.

"I know what really happened!" their father snapped, now angrier than ever. "YOU WENT OVER TO THA' SLUT'S HOUSE. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE TO I TOLD YOUR HARD HEADED ASS TO STAY AWAY FROM HER!?" his father screamed.

Hannibal glared at Murdoc and knew their father broke him down. He just continued the argument, "SHE IS NOT A SLUT! JUST BECAUSE SHE ISN'T A VIRGIN ANYMORE MEANS NOTHING!"

"THAT WHORE LET'S ANY BOY DUMB ENOUGH TO FALL FOR HER PRETTY EYES AND SHORT SKIRTS INSIDE OF HER FILTHY BODY ANYDAY! SHE'S WITH YEW NOW, BUT NEXT WEEK SHE'LL BE WITH X, Y, AND OR Z!" his father spewed, and Hannibal shut up. He just walked over to his father and punched him. They began to fight. Murdoc screamed when they fell on the floor fighting.

In the end, Hannibal had multiple scratches, scars, and bruises on his body, and a bad black eye. Their father locked both Hannibal and Murdoc in a dark room. Hannibal walked over to Murdoc, who was in the corner curled up in a ball sobbing uncontrollably, picked him up by his neck, and punched his nose very hard. It broke. Murdoc was screaming now. Blood gushed out of his nose and onto his shirt. His face hurt. Murdoc couldn't breathe and was starting to choke on his own blood. Hannibal glared at him and didn't feel guilty.

"Rule 1.) Never let Father break you down like that. No matter what. Rule 2.) Never, ever, ever cry. Rule 3.) Bully ones smaller than you, and pick on the ones bigger than you. Always beat those dumber and more helpless than you, too. Rule 3.) Even if you need them, make other feel like you don't need them. Rule 5.) Don't be a punk. Rule 6.) The most important one, never feel guilty for anything you do that's bad." He said.

Hannibal stood there and watched Murdoc turn blue from lack of air. He finally let Murdoc go. Hovering over Murdoc, he said "I'll teach you these rules when we get out of here. I want you to live by these, as if these are laws," he looked down at the boy spitting up blood and gasping for air and added, "How pathetic.

Years after that day passed, and Hannibal broke Murdoc's nose again. Murdoc had to perform at the local pub to win his father money for drinks. His last time doing so was dressing up as Pinocchio and singing "I've Got No Strings". By the age of 15, Murdoc had his nose broke twice and had a drinking and smoking addiction. He was arrested many times for it. He also started his sex addition in high school when a teacher came onto him. By the age of 31, being the asshole he is, he got his nose broke 7 more times. The bridge of his nose was permanently swollen.

A year after Stuart was in a coma, Murdoc decided to take him out for a spin in his car. He was addicted to speeding, and often got tickets for doing so. A couple of girls wanted to watch him do donuts at high speeds, and not being able to leave Stuart's side due to his community service, took the young man with him. While in the middle of completing his 11th donut, one of the women called his name and flashed her breast at him. Completely hypnotized, he crashed the car and Stuart went crashing through the windshield and hit his head on sharp rocks, fracturing his other eye. This somehow, woke him out of his coma.

His plan was to start a new band after all of the others he'd started went wrong. This time though, he was guaranteed success; he sold is soul to the Devil in exchange for fame, fortune, and a successful band. He'd heard of Stuart's beautiful singing voice, and made him the lead singer for Gorilla. Stuart (who was nick named 2D by Murdoc in a failed attempt to insult him) stayed in his apartment with Paula instead of moving to Kong Studios with Murdoc because she wasn't comfortable being in the same house with him.

"Okay, I've got my singer, the bass player shall be me 'cause I'm just badass like that and I'm the bass's master, now all we need is a guitar player and a drummer. Hmmm, I've heard about this hip hop king in Brooklyn, New York. Hmmhmm, I'll just check him out. Oi, where's the nearest plane to America hm?" He looked online and booked the next flight to America. "Satan, you're really helping me out here" he said. "Next Saturday I'll see the Hip Hop King Russel Hobbs!"