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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!	By : xtwodentsx Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You Can’t Spell Slaughter Without Laughter
Chapter 1

Disclaimer: The Natas sisters make no claims that we own the Gorillaz even though we'd gladly take them if anyone was giving them away. ^_^

She stood nervously at the door, while the wind brushed dark strands of hair across her face. Her thin frame trembled at the cold breeze, but she stayed at the door. The building was ominous and rose above her like a bad dream. Switch knew her sister, Druke, was inside but…

‘This is too much for me.’ She thought. ‘The building is built on a fucking cemetery for crying out loud!’ Her fingers twitched as she reached for door. ‘Oh I don’t want to be here.’ She bit her lip and knocked. The door sprang open so suddenly that it sent Switch sprawling to the ground. Her lip bled where the door had hit her as she looked up at the man standing in the doorway. Two mismatched eyes stared down at her.

“So you’re the fresh meat that Dru promised.” Switch gulped, terrified. She felt like prey in her current position so she stood up hurriedly. “I’m just here to help with the crap that comes out of this studio.” She said haughtily. The stare quickly turned to a glare as Switch pushed her way through the doorway. She stared around the lobby for a few moments. “…charming place.” She muttered adjusting her black F*ck off shirt. “You must be Murdoc; the bad-tempered, Satanist bassist. Right?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, luv.” The bassist’s lips curled into a wicked smile, revealing sharp, pointed teeth. “Well from your choice in shirts I hope you’re not as wholesome as your sister. If I have to sit through Snow White and the Seven Dolts one more time…” he growled angrily, walking ahead, fists clenched.

“Ahh…young love…I think you two will make a great couple.” Switch said, licking the blood from her cracked lip. The bassist spun around, causing Switch to snap out of her blood induced trance, looking puzzledly at Murdoc. “Get this straight: I DON’T LIKE THAT TING OF A SISTER OF YOURS!” he bellowed. The sound resounded through Switch’s skull, but she dismissed it and switched into argument mode.

“Yes you do, you stupid Satanist!” Switch countered. “No I don’t!” “Yes you…” Switch began, but trailed off as the throbbing in her skull became a pounding similar to that of little men inside her head, using jackhammers on her brain. To make matters worse a blue-haired figure stepped into her field of vision. Just as the figure came into view and the details fit together, the throbbing fell away, as did her hold on consciousness. “A blue-haired hottie…cool…” were her last words before blackness swallowed her.

2D caught the girl before she hit the taraso floor. “Wow. I knew you were ugly, 2D, but making girls faint…” Murdoc let out a low whistle. “I didn’t…how do we know it wasn’t your fault?” 2D asked accusingly, lifting the unconscious girl into a bridal style hold and began walking down the hall with Murdoc. “We were talking; you showed up, she fainted, Your fault.”

2D came to a stop in front of the lounge labeled door, alternately glancing between the door handle and the dark-haired girl in his arms. Murdoc came to a stop right next to 2D, grumbled something about idiot lead singers and ditzy groupies and slammed open the door…

And walked in on a totally sloshed Russel and a chess playing Druke. Looking up from the board, her silver green eyes rested, smilingly on Murdoc as his shocked gaze ran around the disarrayed room, coming to settle on Druke, meeting her smiling gaze with his angry shocked one. “What the hell happened in here? Looks like when Brainache here”-he pointed his thumb behind him, pointing at 2D and Switch, unconscious in his arms-“gets a new bag of internet Vicodine.”

“Oh!” Dru yelped, hurrying to her feet and rushed passed Murdoc to stand in front of 2D, not paying attention to Murdoc. “My sister was at the door?” she asked, glancing at the fuming Murdoc, but not paying his foul mood any attention. She looked back at 2D. “2D?” She asked, getting his attention, snapping him from his drug-induced trance. When he looked up from Switch’s unconscious face, she began speaking again, tucking a long copper coil of rebellious hair that escaped from her braid behind her earring-laddened ear. “Do you think you could take Switch…” at 2D’s blank look, she gestured down at the girl in his arms. “Her…?” Dru waited until his expression turned into one Dru had learned was as close to understanding that his drugged-out brain could get and continued. “Think you could put her on the couch in the next room please?” The nod from 2D earned a grin from Dru and a growl from the ignored Murdoc. Dru pat him on the head as she walked back to the chess game. “Good puppy.” She said as she passed.

Once she returned to the chess game she made a quick move from the black side. “Check mate, mate.” She giggled as she mocked Murdoc with a fake accent. “Toodles, luv.” She said as she went to follow 2D, Murdoc trailing on her heels. “Where are you going? What happened in there? Who were you playing chess against?...AND I AM NOT A PUPPY!” Murdoc said quickly, almost as voicing his thoughts as they hit him. “To help my sister, a drinking contest, Del, and if that’s true why are you following me like one?” Dru said in one breath not turning to face him, but heading straight for the kitchen to get a bowl of cold water.

Murdoc open and shut his mouth a few times; a desperate attempt to formulate a retort. Finally, he said the only thing he could think of… “Shut up.” He sulked. Dru roared with laughter. It nearly took full control of her, debilitating her, but she was able to keep herself moving forward. Through her laughter-induced haze she could have sworn she heard a chuckle from the sardonic satanic bassist behind her. Dismissing it, she entered the kitchen and began rifling through the cabinets in search of a sitible bowl to aid her sister in returning to the world of the conscious.

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2D gently laid the girl on the black couch and supported her head with a pillow. He gazed at her peaceful face, her beautiful long hair, and couldn’t stop himself. He reached his calloused hand out and gently stroked the dark tendrils that haloed her head. As he brought his hand behind her head he felt something sticky coating his fingers. He pulled his hand back and looked at the red-black liquid clinging to his fingers.

‘Oh CRAP! Did I really do that to her? I only saw her for a second before she fainted! It had to have been Murdoc! Stupid Satanist!’ 2D thought, but was dragged away by the creak sound that came from the door as it opened.

Dru walked in, bowl of what looked like cold water in hand. She motioned with her head for him to movie out of the way. Once he was a safe distance away, Dru angled the bowl and tossed the water on the unconscious brunette, who snapped awake, pointed and accusing finger at Murdoc, and bellowed “YES YOU DO!”
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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!