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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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Was there anyone around?
Carefully placing a foot in front of the other, Vicky made her way across 2D's room and into the computer room. It was dark, all of the screens were shut down and the only noise that could be heard was the lazy wiring of the lift along with 2D's soft traveling snores. If Murdoc knew–hell if 2D knew what she was doing, they'd both probably try and strangle her! She was grateful for her one day out but it wasn't enough; waking up the next morning made her realize the severity of her need to get out of Kong. And there was the fact that suddenly Murdoc turned around saying all phones, computers, anything with a signal was now off limits. Sure it was for their lives, but…
Anyway, Vicky had been ready to take her regular leg-stretch when she happened upon an extremely abandoned computer–which in itself was not strange in the cluttered back end but stood out to Vicky for it's apparent struggle to restart and a strange humming that seemed to want to say, "hello."
It was here that she met her salvation to cabin fever: MEL.

"Wot yew doin' VV?"
"Nothing." Vicky rapidly responded. "Walked around, stretched a bit. Y'know the usual. I thought you were asleep."
"Ah jus' woke up… Ah had a dream where, like, ah had this cat who had jus' given birf to no' one no' two bu' firty-seven kits! Only they weren't ki'ten, y'see."
"As in not cats?" Vicky moved to sit on the bed, her hands placed under her legs and her interest peaked. "What were they?"
"Piglets! Like this big!" 2D brought his thumb and pointer fingers very close together, indicating the small size. " 'n' they could talk!"
"Talk?"
"Yeh, 'n' sing, like in a choir!" By this point, he had chosen to sit up, his sheets covering his lap and had a cigarette burning away.
"Mind?" Vicky reached for the smoke and took a drag, reveling in the feeling of smoke in her lungs; Murdoc had done her another good one with a box of cigarettes, the hog. "So they sang in a choir? What'd you do?"
"Um…" he scratched his head, trying to remember the rest when he felt Vicky's presence upon him right before she placed a kiss on his lips. "Tha's no' gonna help me remember, but ah liked it." He raised a one-sided smirk.
"I couldn't help it. You look so cute!" She grabbed hold of his cheek, squeezing as hard as she could until he yelped and pulled away, rubbing his now-red cheek while she laughed.
"Tha' wa'nt vury nice, VV." He growled, before pouncing on her and gnawing on her body.
"Ahh, don't eat me Mr. Zombie!" Vicky laughed.

The skin on her lip felt warm, and why wouldn't it with the frequency that Vicky bit her lip? She was hopeful, nervous, scared, excited. It took some systems work but after Mel had 'woken' up–and Vicky pretty much begged–he had successfully connects to a distant satellite via old phone lines in the area. This meant Vicky could potentially send out messages to phones, but she was hoping it also meant receiving messages was possible as well. She had snuck out to the backend as soon as 2D had spaced out in the middle of a movie, she didn't have much time but she was impatient. "Anything Mel?"
"The incoming message I receiveeeeeedddddd was gibberish. Illegible. I apologi-ize."
She sighed. "Not, it's fine. I just hoped…never mind. I'll be back later to check again." So far it didn't look so good, but Vicky needed to believe this could work. As a safety precaution–because her mother had a huge mouth and would alert the whole world of her situation–she had chosen to send a message to her cousin instead.
A 24 year old with a past, Lizzy Vega was probably the sluttiest christian you could meet while still being the holiest gang-banger; she was a walking contradiction who couldn't be bothered to choose one lifestyle or another. It seemed logical, the girl was crazy enough to take Vicky's state of affairs very calmly but with no response, Vicky could only hope Mel could pull through.

Vicky's stomach growled, a perfect excuse to walk around a bit, so she kissed 2D farewell and made her way up the lift and into the small kitchen. She was surprised to see Murdoc calmly standing against the sink but chose not to say anything. It seemed Murdoc opted for the same choice because it wasn't until Vicky polished off a bowl of dry cereal that he said anything at all.
"Yeh'r awfully quiet."
"El burro hablando de orejas." She rolled her eyes, unable to control the grin that appeared on her lips as usual. "What's going on with you? You're not out fighting pirates and you seem totally relaxed with the idea that–what was it you said?–'they could jump in and kill us all at any moment.'"
"They're out there, I'm jussssst, takin' the day off if yah will."
Vicky stood up quickly, crouching down before Murdoc and made a box with her fingers. "Wait, don't move!"
"Wha'?" Murdoc looked at her confused, what was wrong with this woman?
"Don't move! Your pose, I love it!" She not began pretending to take pictures. "It says, 'I'm far too important, rich, and fabulous to bother with your petty guns.'" She kissed the tips of her fingers, standing up again. "I love it! It's soboheme, so, so, vainly avant-garde."
Murdoc flipped her off but grinned all the while; she could be so bewitchingly annoying.
"So tell me, Mr. Niccals, I'm obviously here to end my starvation but why are you here?"
"I, uh, needed a drink. I was actually hopin' yeh'd be here."
"What do ya need?" She sat on the counter next to him, staring at her legs moving back and forth.
"Company…I'm alone…so alone…"
Silence engulfed the room yet again. This was not something she'd expect Murdoc to say but with close inspection she found the potential source for his sudden blatant honesty. "How much have you had to drink?" He look up at Vicky, who was slightly more elevated than him, and touched her face. She back away, her cheeks gathering a pinkish hue, and cleared her throat. "What's up with you?"
"Me? Nothin', I just haven't seen a carin' soul in soooo long. I've been engulfed into this decayin' edifice an' it's too much like my dyin' soul…" Murdoc looked at the ceiling, nearly knocking over the near-empty glass next to him. "Oops!" He cackled.
"Well, uh…" Vicky cleared her throat. "That's heavy." Her brows furrowed when she heard Murdoc growl.
"And you!" he pointed to Vicky, his red eye seemingly brighter in color. "Yah always stay with faceache downstairs! Yeh've abandoned me in the front lines while yeh're too busy fuckin' each other to oblivion!"
"Woah there soldier. One, we haven't 'abandoned you', you're forcing us to stay in this god-forsaken place 'cause you seem to think hiding here will force the pirates away! They know we're in here, all your doing is digging yourself into a deeper hole. Two–nevermind two, you're in no position to complain when you're brought everything upon yourself!"
"God hasn't forsaken this place."
His response confused Vicky, "what?"
"I did."
"Tell me something I don't know." She rolled her eyes, staring at her legs again.
"My eye is a result of my disastrous soul." Curiosity pushed Vicky to ask for the full story, but she wasn't prepared for what his drunken sullen state told her. "I'd been taken by Satan, my father said. I was 10." He sniffed, his eyes glazed over in with intoxication, as he spoke what his mind clearly remembered. "I'd jus' gotten home from school. Me brother Hannibal saw'r me. I pleaded him not to, but he let my dad know I'd gotten in. Again. He ran to get me. Grabbed what was in my hands." He paused to take another drink. "Earrin's I had stolen from my teacher. My first love." He chuckled but his face turned serious once again, to stare at his cup. "He dragged me to the upstairs bathroom. Had a large container in his right hand and a bucket in his left. Left me in the bathtub holdin' the bucket full of ammonia and bleach. It burned my throat but I must've fallen asleep because when I woke up I couldn't breathe. I coughed and yelled for help but it only made my dad angrier. He took me over the bucket. Forced me to open my already sore eyes. The pain was unbearable…I closed my eyes and my father hit my head so hard the bucket spilled, and the agonizin' liquid splashed onto my left eye." Murdoc turned to look at Vicky. "Then the world went red."
The dreaded silence had filled the room again and in the end, Vicky could do nothing except quietly whisper, "I'm sorry." She heard the glass shatter in the sink and, timidly, she looked up to watch Murdoc as he stumbled over to a chair and motion for her to join him there as well. "Does it hurt? Your eye I mean."
"Not anymore." He shook his head. "Good for scarin' children though. Beelzebub was a particular fan."
"Nothing get's you down I see."
"It's all in the past, the blokes my dad whether I like it or not. Besides, it's great for my image." He smirked but it quickly fell when they heard something fall in the distance. "Looks like my little vacation is to be cut short." He pulled out gun from seemingly nowhere and Vicky made quick to leave. However, she was stopped by Murdoc's hand around her wrist. She looked at the thin green fingers holding her arm, and then at his face. He was obviously still intoxicated, making Vicky wonder if he'd be alright handling the pirates by himself but his sudden goofy grin somehow reassured her. She returned the smile and when he let go, she felt a leap from her stomach to her heart.
She ordered the lift to take her down and she sincerely hoped 2D was still asleep. There was no way she could act normally around him at the moment and she sincerely hoped Mel was able to decipher the incoming message. Her feelings for Murdoc were apparently at full-throttle and she needed to talk to Lizzy. Now.
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