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Murdoc's Victory	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Damien Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are the rightful owners of the Gorillaz. I don't know them, own them, or make any money from them. I also do not know any characters from the band Gorillaz. This is a creation of pure fiction, made up from

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Vicky looked up at the pale chest underneath her. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and looked over at the clock on the side table, which read 2:38 AM. She hadn't gotten more than an hour of sleep and decided now was as good a time as any to go home. She got off of the bed and pulled up her hair only to be pulled back onto the mattress with a yelp.

"Where do yew fink yew'r goin'?" mumbled the sleepy musician.

"Home…" She leaned to the side to give him a peck on the lips. "Go back to sleep… I'll call you in the morning…" She whispered, hoping to lull him back to the comfortable embraces of the sandman.

He groaned in annoyance. "Why do yew need to go now?" He held on tighter to her.

"Well I don't have to but I happen to like my bed."

"It is comfy…" 2D stated with his eyes closed and arms firmly around Vicky's waist. "Just stay here." He opened his eyes to look at her with giant black orbs.

Vicky chuckled and leaned against 2D. "I can't." 2D turned her so she was under him. "I wanna wake up early to go run some errands and we both know that if I stay I won't get anything done tomorrow."

2D leaned down to place a kiss on Vicky's lips. "Awright but ah'm gonna go wif yew tomorrow, yeh?"

"Yes sir Mr. 2D." She giggled and– with another kiss– 2D rolled over, slapping Vicky on her ass as she pulled on her jacket before she left.

Murdoc grimaced as the sun came in through the window. He squinted his eyes and tried to feel around for the body that joined him through the night. He found her sleeping peacefully, causing Murdoc to grin. He got up from his bed and pulled on a pair of jeans, not bothering to zip it up. He lit a cigarette and turned back to his Hispanic lover, except…

Murdoc frowned in confusion, before tearing the covers from the naked woman in his bed who, in turn, arose with a shriek.

"What the hell's your problem?" She yelled.

"Get out." Murdoc growled.

"What?"

"Night's over, I'm awake. Now get out." He snarled.

"Well fuck you too then!" The woman leaned over the bed, slipped on her dress and strapped on her shoes. "You're a fucking joke, can't even shag right!" She mocked, making her way out of the winnie.

"Yeeeeh, what would yah know?"

She turned to flip him off, walking backwards in the process. "You're only as good as your fame and money! Nobody in your birthday really cared about you!" She laughed, slipping into the lift.

Murdoc grabbed an empty beer bottle and threw it in her direction, the sound not easing his aggravation as he hoped it would. It wasn't her– wasn't Vicky– but he would've sworn it was the American that spent the night with her legs around his waist. Not this tart he discovered in the morning.

He grabbed his inverted cross from around his neck and stared at it. 'Sweet Satan, I'm really losing m' mind this time.' How could he have mistaken that hussy for Vicky? It couldn't have been the alcohol; Murdoc had drunken more before without so much as a second thought. He turned the necklace, the shine it cast causing light to continuously reflect around Murdoc's one red eye. Now that he thought about it, the shag-doll had some similarities to Vicky. Her hair was made up of large dark curls, but Vicky's were more unruly and natural. Vicky's caramel colored skin were due to her ethnicity and while the other could've also shared that trait, it looked more tanned than anything.

Looking at his hand, Murdoc pictured the way he caressed the strange woman of last night all the while thinking it was Vicky. Her breasts were smaller, now that he thought about it, and so was her waist. Vicky's body gave off the healthy thin look while this woman looked as if had constantly dieted to maintain her figure. Quite honestly, the woman of last night was the typical woman Murdoc went after: thin, ample-breasted, beautiful. Definitely more model material. So why would he confuse her with Vicky? He slammed down his hand against sink.

He wanted to believe it was her. As soon as he smelled her perfume– the same coconut fragrance that Vicky wore– he had decided in his mind it was her. And how could he not, when she was already similar to Vicky in build. Murdoc sighed, this was not getting any easier for him. Vicky was supposed to be a lucky shag, from then she was the virgin he wanted to tempt and corrupt. He leaned over the sink, grumbling as his eyes searched for the cigarette he just realized must've dropped in his musings. Once he found it, he relit the little fucker and returned to his position above the sink.

"When the dead walk, señores, we must stop the killing... or lose the war."

"Ooooh, I dunno why, but every time the priest says that I get chills. Like, shit it's gotten to that point, y'know?" Vicky grinned from 2D's shoulder.

"Yeh, ah know wha' yew mean. Is like, zombies is comin' after 'em, righ'? 'n' there's nuffink they can really do anymore, is there? But, like, they jus' gotta keep figh'in' t' live!"

"For realz, dawg." Vicky and 2D laughed. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder again before looking down at the present Vicky was carefully wrapping.

"Wos tha'?"

"Hm? Oh this? It's a present for my brother, well actually it's more for his daughter than for him." 2D gave her a confused look after a glance at the television. "He had a baby a little while's back but I never got around to sending him anything as a congratulatory gift." She shrugged. "I wish I knew what she looked like, I bet she's adorable!" Vicky smiled.

"Yew miss yo'r fam'ly?" 2D looked at her longing face.

"More than anything, but I can't just go back now. Especially since my coming here was pretty cowardly and all."

"Ah woudn' call I' cowardly…"

"Whatever, but you can't deny that I was running away. I mean, I had worked my ass off since I was in 3rd grade to play for the symphony, but I couldn't, at least, keep my fanaticism a bit more discreet?"

"Yew can' help wot yew like. Ah'm glad yew kept wif it, cuz that makes yew, yew." 2D's face lit up, showing off the gap where his teeth should be. "'sides, comin' to a diff'rent country takes nads, 'n' yew obviously got'em. Ah mean, jus' look at all yo'r piercin's 'n' tattoos!"

"You are a fascinating individual Stuart Tusspot." Vicky laughed, putting the wrapped present onto the floor next to 2D's bed and leaning into 2D's embrace.

For reasons he did not understand, the woman kneeling in between his legs disgusted Murdoc to no end. A glance at his monitors early that morning Murdoc where he caught sight of Vicky, the real one this time, entering 2D's room with what looked like a package. The public display of affection she showed the ass-rack made Murdoc caused a wave of nausea that only beer could cure. It was during this excursion that Murdoc ran into a fan outside of Kong studios, who did not waste time in letting the bass player know she was up for anything he was willing to give.

So here he was, in his room with another strange woman all the while becoming angrier and angrier, although he'd be lying if he said she wasn't good at what she was doing. His thoughts briefly wondered whether or not Vicky had ever performed this service on 2D, causing him to unknowingly grip tighter onto his servicer's hair. She moaned in what could only be an exaggerated tone, taking his force-of-grip as a sign of pleasure. But his man-handling only got worse and by the time they were done, Murdoc's mood had not improved and the woman had had enough of his gripping.

"I don't care about yehr pain. Entertain me. Or go home." This was all he said to her before placing himself in the passenger's seat of his winnebago to glower at the image of Vicky leaning against 2D, comfortably wrapping some sort of box. "Oh look," Murdoc said disdainfully to himself. "It's the happy couple." He rolled his eyes for good measure.

It felt nice for 2D to have someone around that wasn't constantly beating on him, yelling at him, and who was just generally a pleasant person to be around. As much as he missed Noodle and Russell, and he would've given anything to have them back around the studio, they didn't do much to simplify his life. What with the ghosts, the zombies, the ill-tempers, and the general mood of his bandmates well, it was a wonder 2D hadn't gone completely mental!

Noodle had gone away again, to relax since Murdoc refused to let her leave all-together while Russell had gone to hopefully get Del et al exorcised for good. It seemed everyone had grown somewhat tired of the crazy life Murdoc had forcefully dragged them into but 2D felt obligated to stay. However, that perspective was quickly changing. He looked down to see Vicky staring intensely into the TV screen; her eyes wide and her mouth gaping slightly as they usually did when they watched a movie that interested her.

If she could move on despite having stumbled along the way then surely so could 2D. Murdoc would be a nuisance to work around but 2D was sure that with enough care, the group leader wouldn't be able to stop 2D from pursuing some other simpler lifestyle.

Yeah, that's right… 2D decided to himself that he had enough of Murdoc's impervious temperament. If 2D wanted to leave like the rest of the members, he would leave. Murdoc had saved his life, but he didn't own it. 'n besides!' 2D thought confidently. 'ah must've repayed 'im back, like, ten times ovah by now!'

He didn't know if it was the excitement of his thoughts or something else altogether but as soon as he felt that surge of confidence in himself, an electrifying current swept through 2D. Unfortunately this caused his arm to strangle burn at the crease where his elbow was, making 2D pull it quickly toward him protectively.

Alienated from the immediate scene, Murdoc was hidden away in his winnebago with a satisfied sneer plastered on his face at having caused the singer pain, and a small poorly-made voodoo doll of sad singer clutched between his bony green fingers.

Vicky, who had up to that point been resting her neck on 2D's elbow, was not prepared for the lack of support and swiftly felt her head fall backwards and hit the wall behind 2D's bed.

"VV! Yew ok?" 2D moved to check Vicky's head, but she laughed and brushed him off.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Just a little bump. Sounded worse than it was." She laughed, rubbing the back of her head. "It surprised me me more than anything, but I'm ok." She tried to smile reassuringly but before she could convince him her attention was stolen by the door opening through the force of a loud kick.

"Alrighty then! Vacation's over. Yah've been slackin', Tusspot. We're never goin' to get another CD by sittin' around watchin' films and mooovies all day, now are we? No. So let's go. Up, up, get up!" Murdoc grabbed hold of 2D without so much as a glance at Vicky, who was too stunned to say anything. It wasn't until she heard Murdoc's grainy voice say, "yehr getting' to be a right lazy bastard, faceache," that Vicky really came to her senses. But Murdoc was right, this was a band and without practice they would get nowhere. 2D was right, in any case, despite the bad way of presenting himself, Murdoc was Murdoc and there was no way Vicky could change that. Wasting time pouting and whining about it wouldn't change a thing, so why bother at this point. With a sigh, Vicky turned back to the television to finish the movie. Then perhaps she would join them in the studio.

'or sumfink,' Vicky giggled, imitating 2D in her head.
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