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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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It's been two weeks. Two weeks! Vicky wasn't sure how much more of this she could handle. Pirates had gotten in a week after their lock down, making it a constant battle between them and Murdoc. She was hoping then that it meant they could try to make an escape but Murdoc had been more insistent than ever to keep them locked in! She knew it was dangerous, and it only helped to put herself in even more so, but the only refuge she found from developing cabin-fever was a stroll whenever 2D knocked out; he didn't like her leaving either. It didn't help much, she was constantly on edge that the suddenly-flickering light wasn't a pirate coming after her, but it was something.
A deep groan behind her made Vicky pause, her senses heightening in fear. She had no way of defending herself but her legs wouldn't budge to safety. She heard heavy footsteps quickly coming her way but all Vicky could do was close her eyes and hope the pirates would have mercy on her.
"Oy! What're yah doin' there?" Came the high pitched clamor of Murdoc.
"Holy shit!" The relief settling over her, Vicky gasped and sighed heavily. "I was so fucking scar– are you alright?" She saw blood on Murdoc's head.
"What this?" He motioned for his injury with his head, "It's nothin'. I've had worse."
"Here let me see." Vicky walked over to grab his bleeding face but Murdoc flinched back.
"No, no no no! Don't touch it!"
"Stop being a baby and let me see!"
"Yehr not a doctor, yah don't need t' see!"
"Fine–jesus!–I'm just trying to help! God! I feel so useless here! I don't do shit! I can't go out, I can't call my family, I'm not even able to go to the bathroom without worrying that I'm gonna get shot down and even that seems like a refuge to the constant nothing that you've put us in!" Vicky ranted, leaving Murdoc surprised.
"Well… uh, yah…" He cleared his throat. "Is it that time of month?"
"What? Are you fuckin' serious! That's all you can say? I'm dying of boredom and anxiety here and all you can think of is whether I'm on the fuckin' rag? You're such an idiot!" Body exhausted from the small rant, Vicky leaned against a wall and slid down. "And no, it's not my, 'time of the month'." She quoted with her hands. "Gah! I'm so bored here,please tell me we can leave soon. I don't do well being cooped up for too long."
Murdoc shrugged in response, "sorry love. Pirates are worse than ever, nicked me pretty good too."
Vicky turned her head to watch Murdoc sit down next to her, his face winced in pain. "How bad is it?"
"Nah, it's a little flesh wound, nothin' bad." She turned her body and slapped his hand away, giving her a view of his injury. "Hey! I didn' say yah could see it!"
"Shut up." She gave him a cold glare before returning her gaze to his forehead. "Doesn't look bad, but there's a lot of blood. I can't really see much with so much covering it. C'mon." She pulled him up with her.
"Ow!" Murdoc yelped.
"You're such a baby." Vicky stated, rolling her eyes at him as she dragged him to the beat-down kitchen. "Sit."
Murdoc wanted to tell her off, let her know that he didn't need to be taken care of since he'd been doing it his whole life but he felt bad for her. She wanted to take her mind off being stuck here and hey, if it meant she would spend some time away from the dullard and with him, who was he to complain?
"Why aren't yah with 2-dents?"
After putting some water to boil she sat down, "don't get me wrong, he's great and all. But I can only hang around one person for so long. It doesn't help that you two seemed to have made some sort of silent agreement where you refuse to speak to each other. What the hell's up with that?"
"I don' know what yah mean. If the dullard doesn't speak to me, it's not my problem. I need him for music, currently we're not makin' music, ergo I don' need him at the moment."
"Yeah, but that didn't stop you two from hanging around before. From what I get, your relationship might've bordered on abusive but it was a friendship nonetheless." She shrugged.
"Don' think too highly of it. He's a child, children need toys to be happy. I don' care too much 'bout his happiness, but it's all business. While he's happy he sang and played what I wanted 'im to. But yehr avoidin' my question. What? Getting' tired of the pretty-boy?"
"No. I just can't be around the same person for too long, I need more social calls than that. You're always either in your winnie or somewhere blasting pirates. I can't very well come find you because A. there's no way of telling which you're doing. B. going to look for you is a risk of running into a pirate that'll shoot me dead. And C. I don't think 2D appreciates me hangin' around you too much anymore."
Murdoc's ears perked up at this, on the inside he was smirking. The dullard knew just how convincing Murdoc could be, especially in situations like this. "Why d'yah say that?"
She shrugged. "That came out wrong. I meant, D's really upset about the whole situation and the first time I told him I was gonna look around, maybe ask you for something to do–don't give me that look. I don't know what it'd be either. But anyway–he got kind of upset, saying it'd be dangerous for me to just go walking off like that just to find you."
"Seems kind of possessive." Murdoc gleamed.
"Nah, it's D we're talkin' 'bout. I think he's just frustrated at being locked in here too. He's just dealing with it differently, I dunno." Vicky got up to grab a couple of rags, which she tore into separate pieces and dumped into the boiling water. "There's no way of, like, paying them off or something?" She turned to Murdoc as she leaned against the counter and waited for the water to cool some.
"'Fraid not. I already tried that once, with guns on top of the uh, bombs. None of them worked so I doubt they'd take anythin' else from me but my life."
"Why do you do this to yourself–ow! Shit, hot– You're rich, why sell them anything at all?"
"I never was good with money… Went to Mexico after our debut album, spent my part of it there on hookers and booze."
"Classy."
"Yeah, right. Anyway, tried to give a hooker a faulty check, ended up locked away in some prison. Noodle sent word that she had jus' written Demon Days and I had to get in on that money maker so I had made buddies with some local thugs to help me bust outta there, y'know. I had to pay 'em off somehow, and y'know the rest."
"Uh-huh… Well, I'm not surprised." She sat next to Murdoc, wringing out a piece of cloth. "Ready?"

"I said it before and I'll say it again, Murdoc Niccals you are a wimp. I'm surprised you go out at all if you're that scared of warm towels." Vicky mocked as she dumped out the dirty water.
"I wasn' scared, love! It was painful, only natural for me to want to back off."
"Whatever you say." Turning around, Vicky was surprised to see Murdoc standing a little too close for comfort. "What are you doing?" He didn't respond. "Murdoc?" He leaned in, making Vicky lean back onto the dirty counter until she could no more. She tightened her eyes and turned her face, so as not to look at Murdoc eye-to-eye while her heart began beating ever so quickly when she felt his hand brush up against her face. "What're you– Ow!" She turned her head quickly to look at him again, feeling his nail scrape along her cheek.
"Yah had dried blood on yehr face, Queenie." Murdoc smirked but didn't move.
"Th-thanks." She cleared her throat. "You can move now…" With Murdoc not budging, his gaze captured hers and she couldn't help but stare at his obvious heterochromia. "Mudz… move…" She barely whispered, his proximity causing both discomfort and excitement.
With one more rapid glance at her features, Murdoc moved, grinning as he did. "No need for distress, darlin'. I wouldn't do nothin' yah didn't want me to do."
"Are you really a demon?"
The question caught Murdoc off guard, making smile falter only to return as strong as it was before. "I have been rumored to be yes."
"But are you really?"
Murdoc laughed, "I'm close enough, love."

"So no?" Murdoc shook his head. "So what happened to your eyes?"
"I'm sorry?" He abandoned his smile.
"Your eyes, why are they different colors?"
"I was born this way." Murdoc grumbled as he made his way to the refrigerator for another beer.
"Liar. People aren't born with red eyes, unless they're albino, which I really doubt you are." Murdoc shot her a glare, growling as he did it his lip turned upright at her unwelcome question. "Was it a result of your shenanigans? Like a car crash or something? Did it happen after you sold your soul the first time?" Finally realizing the question was a sore spot for him, Vicky apologized retracting her question and offering a cigarette as a truce.

The sat in silence, every so often turning to stare in the direction of a sudden noise but it was Murdoc who got up first. He didn't say anything, just stood up and grunted for her to follow. As they walked to the lift, Vicky tried apologizing once more for her intrusion and was surprised to see Murdoc turn to her with a smirk. He traveled with her as the lift stopped at the basement and she got off.
"2D's probably awake and freakin'g out by now." She chuckled, her hand rubbing her shoulder while she looked at Murdoc. His legs were long compared to the rest of his body.
"If yah ever tire of the pretty-boy, come find Uncle Murdoc, he'll let you play with his, er, toys, uhuhuh."
"You're despicable." Vicky couldn't help but smile. "See ya later." She turned and walked away briskly.
Murdoc pushed the button for the first floor, his grin reversing as soon as she couldn't see him. He passed his hand over his face and he let out an exasperated breath. He was getting too old to be chasing tail when it wouldn't come easily and bloody pirates were aging him more.
Murdoc had to find some way of getting off this forsaken hill.
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