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Displacement	By : AndreiValentino Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 3252 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Alright, I’ve decided to do a Gorillaz fanfic. Nothing actually yaoi (yet), mostly just BDSM. To be honest, I can’t see Muds naturally in a yaoi with anyone. Now, if I extended it a bit, I could see how. However, for my first Gorillaz fic, I’ve decided not to extend his character and just run with what I think I can see him doing. Brutality (Not even really BDSM, just brutality), Blood, Non-Con, maybe a tiny bit of angst at the end. A tiny bit; Murdoc-style. Takes place earlier, during “Gorillaz”.
Gorillaz, Murdoc and 2D are property of Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett.

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“Displacement: The subconscious defense mechanism whereby the mind redirects affects from an object felt to be dangerous or unacceptable to an object felt to be safe or acceptable.” - Psychology 101

Murdoc Niccals walked out of the bathroom, slamming the door open with his fist. A bottle of Jack Daniels was held tight in his hand. He was known for drinking, smoking, popping, shooting, and snorting nearly anything he could get his hands on. To make him even sway a bit, as he was now, took him more than many people in the world could live through. He was drunk, he knew it. He was also pissed enough not to care. He needed to hurt something. Any fucking thing.

He took a sharp left toward the shooting range, deciding to kick the door in this time. The loud bang hardly phased the teal-haired vocalist that was also in the shooting range at the time. Being in a haunted studio for so long pretty much prepared you for all kinds of sudden noises. What did surprise him was the fact that Murdoc wasn’t in his underwear. He was still in the plain gray shirt and jeans he wore when they got done filming “Clint Eastwood” earlier that day.

Murdoc snatched up a gun and began firing shots into the targets, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed. 2D quickly clapped his hands over his ears, not really sure what he should or shouldn’t do after that. After a few shots rang out, Murdoc stopped and screamed at no one in particular. “Why the bloody fuckin’ Hell do we even need a phone for?!”

2D uncovered his ears partially, automatically giving what he thought was a half-way helpful answer. “Well, t’eh talk t’eh people and set up t’ings.” The loud pain suddenly coming from his jaw completely caught him off guard. Murdoc had brought the gun around in the space of a couple moments and smacked it hard against 2D’s jaw.

A loud crack sounded, along with the splatter of blood hitting the closest wall. 2D landed hard in the corner, his head smacking against the edge of the shooting range barrier. Blood poured from a deep cut on his head and his mouth. Murdoc made a low growl as he picked up 2D by the neck of his shirt and pointed the gun under his chin. “What the fuckin’ Hell did you say?!”

Nothing but unintelligible sounds and whimpers came from 2D’s broken, bloody mouth as Murdoc shook in rage and fury, his mismatched eyes seeming to glow in hatred. A few tense seconds slipped by before Murdoc tossed the gun aside and began punching 2D in the same place the gun had just hit. A loud, whimpering scream echoed around the room each time a punch landed.

Who knows how many times he hit him before he tossed 2D into another corner, his fist covered in blood. 2D cowered into the corner, putting his hands over his head and whimpering as Murdoc just stood there, his fists still clenched and his body still shaking. He felt no remorse, he just felt like he needed to beat something. The quivering thing in the corner was fulfilling that need nicely.

Murdoc strode quickly toward him, beginning to kick him repeatedly in the stomach. Loud choking and coughing noises filled the room, mingled with its screams and whimpers whenever he got the breath in. More blood started being coughed up until Murdoc picked him up by the throat and slammed him against a wall again. He wasn’t sure he could stop hurting him. It felt so good, yet it didn’t change a damn thing.

Murdoc began raking his nails nearly everywhere he could, leaving rivulets of blood along its small chest and stomach. As his nails began leaving wounds on its neck, the squirming thing had tried to pry his fingers off of its neck. Murdoc slammed it against the floor, letting it gasp for the breath that had been denied to it. A minute passed by like it was a moment for Murdoc; like a lifetime for the thing on the floor.

Murdoc pounced on it, digging his nails into its back and growling darkly. The thing croaked out a scream, arching off of the floor in pain. He was no longer really thinking anymore. He just hated everything in the world right now, except for the screams and blood this thing gave.

His teeth ripped into its chest, his sharp teeth inflicting deep puncture wounds. More blood welled up from the new holes, and Murdoc licked every bit he could get. He didn’t want to stop; he just wanted to inflict pain and that was all he cared about. The thing’s breathing got shallower. It whimpered softly, crying.

2D stopped most of his moving. Murdoc let go of him, producing a small whimper from 2D as his nails came out of his flesh. He paused for a few moments, just looking at 2D.

Murdoc finally stood and walked down the corridor, into the lobby. Russel was just coming out of the hallway opposite of him when Russel paused and quickly followed the trail of blood dripping from Murdoc’s hands that was leading back in the opposite direction.

Murdoc continued to through the car park to his Winnebago. Once in front of it, he paused for a moment. He looked confused. Still very pissed, but lost. Murdoc continued into the Winnebago, grabbing his laptop that was lying on the floor closest to the door. He carried it back to his bed and lay down. He opened it slowly and opened his mail. There was one new e-mail. He clicked it.

Re: Potential Lawsuit

I have reviewed your latest lawsuit case in respect to Mr. J. S. Niccals. If I may be quite frank, Mr. M. Niccals, you have nothing to worry about. There is very little that can be held against you; (And might I say, this is a refreshing change and something I do encourage.) and what little there is, is unsubstantial at best. Suing you for $6,000,000 on “Failure of Payment for Rearing” is very weak. You have nothing to worry about Mr. M. Niccals, it should be cleared within a few days.

Sincerely,
Mrs. Katrina M. Eppley
CEO of Beattie Law
Senior Lawyer of the ABA

Murdoc closed the laptop, sighed and rolled over. That bastard wasn’t getting a dime. He never had and he never will.

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Purity: Woot. First ever Gorillaz. And, again, 12 midnight. Why do I do this? Cause I love it, damn it. And... too tired to write any dialogue between me and the characters.

2D: *Still bleeding*

Purity: ...you'll live.

- Purity A.

EDIT: Had to change the name of the company. It's a real company, and that's the one thing you never mess with. A company for lawyers. o_O

P.S.: By the way, there is a sequel to this, however, it's not exactly adult. But, I've decided to post it as the next chapter to this. So, just so you know, these were originally separate and they are actually separate on my dA account.
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