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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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2D sat lazily on his bed, with Vicky resting her head on his lap. His fingers moved soothingly through her frizzy multi-colored hair, occasionally coiling a strand. Her news had been unexpected to say the least. So he sighed, content with knowing what was bothering her but all the same feeling helpless. He looked down at her tear-stained face and popped a pill, taking note that he was now down to his last one.
It had been a while, too long in fact, since 2D felt any sort of intimacy with Vicky. He didn't want to stress her more that she seemed to be already, but he wouldn't be a guy unless he admitted that he was really bloody randy.
Mornings were the worst. He would usually wake before her, vigorously rub the sleep out of his eyes, and put on whatever clothes he found nearby. The problem was when he woke, he had a bad stiffy; he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to remove the arousing images of dream-state; and he had to quickly clothe himself otherwise the feeling of skin-on-skin would be too much for him to handle. He really never thought it'd get this bad; he supposed this is what it was like to be Murdoc, always ready to explode with sexual anticipation.
2D had asked her, despite his usually sheepish way, why she wasn't up for it anymore and that's when she admitted to him the way she had hacked a phone signal to contact her family; the news hadn't been good. So her brother was in the hospital and she hadn't receive any news beyond that? She spent hours sitting in the back end with MEL waiting to hear something, anything, but as the days went by no news came and her mood seemed to be getting colder.
It was times like this, when she was sleeping, that 2D could get any type of contact with her. VV had seemingly shut down and off. He couldn't even get a kiss without her recoiling from him. With Kong falling apart and pirates still attacking, 2D was starting to feel really isolated. The feeling caused a dreaded recollection, and a upset groan, to arise. There was only one other time he felt this way and only one word could describe it: Paula.
Remembering her and what happened was still painful, 2D loved her after all; or at least he thought he did. He had told her many times, but after he found out 2D realized that it wasn't her that he loved so much as the companionship. He had been betrayed by his lover and his friend.
Wiping his face and sighing out of bad nostalgia, 2D flicked on the telly and hit play at whatever was on. 'Evil Dead… no' bad…' His hand kept it's place in Vicky's hair, though he had moved her so she was lying next to him instead. Grabbing his last pill out of the bottle, he stared at it and shrugged, popping it into his mouth and chewing. Things were falling apart, 2D decided, and it was time to get away.

When Vicky awoke, she found 2D staring intently into a notebook with a pair of green tinted square cut glasses and she couldn't resist the sleepy chuckle that escaped her. He could be so cute sometimes! 2D turned to look at her with a wide smile plastered on his face and for a second Vicky let the illusion of tranquility take control of her. Crawling over to him, Vicky placed a peck on 2D's cheek, it was the least she could do after he, patiently, lent his ears and his shoulder to her sob story. But as he tried to pursue further contact, and images of Murdoc kissing her appeared instead, she looked away with a remorseful wince.
"Wos wrong?" 2D looked a bit hurt.
"Nothing…" came her whispery reply and when she looked at him, he could see the way her eyes glistened, though not in a good way. "What you workin' on?" She forced a sad looking smile, trying to change the subject. Although 2D didn't want to, he figured she was coming out of her shell, kissing him on the cheek was the closest thing to affection he had gotten out of her besides sleeping in the same bed.
"Well, is a suhprise actually. Fo' yew." He licked the corner of his mouth waiting for her response.
"Surprise? What kind of surprise?" Vicky asked, moving to sit next to him on the floor and get a closer look at his notebook.
"Ah promise' yew we'd ge' away, right? Well, ah'm try'nna do good onnit so ah've been, like, workin' out wot's th' safest way t' do it."
Vicky stared at the paper, which had more scratched out and doodled than she could understand, but the sentiment behind it meant more to her than she could express. "Why?" What? That wasn't what she meant to say!
"Why wot?"
"Why are you so good to me? It's like you'd rather help out others before yourself… You let people take advantage of you so easily…" Vicky looked away. 'People like me…'
"Actually, ah always figured that if, like, ah coul' focus on th' good instead of th' bad 'n', like, help people do th' same then the world coul' be, like, a happiah place o' sumffink. Ah dunno…" He shrugged.
"If only it were that easy." Vicky chuckled, trying to lighten the mood around her comment. She took in a breath and placed her hand over 2D's, causing him to look over at her. "So what's the plan chief?" He smiled and for the second time since she awoke, Vicky felt that maybe–just maybe–things could turn out alright.

Oh, but who was she kidding? When Murdoc Niccals is living under the same roof as her, there was no way things would "turn out alright." And this was the exact thought crossing her mind when she returned from the kitchen that evening. He hadn't spoken to her, he hadn't touched her, hell, he hadn't even looked directly at her! But when Vicky and 2D had made their way into the kitchen in search of something to fill their empty stomachs and found Murdoc sitting atop the table, Vicky made quick to grab the first thing she found and run downstairs.
"Maybe it was a bad idea to leave them alone together…" she mumbled to herself, peeling her mostly brown banana. "At least it's sweet." Shrugging as she said so, she took a bite. He seemed so, so… nonchalant about them being there, as if he didn't have a care in the world! But Vicky knew, somehow, she had felt him turn all of his attention onto her. She could feel his gaze watching her as she filled her cup with water, even though when she glanced in his direction, he seemed to not have even moved a muscle. 'God, could I get any more conceded?'
No matter, the point was that being in the same room as him gave her goosebumps and she was glad to be as far away as she could manage. "Hoo, boy." Vicky exhaled, rising her eyebrows and nibbling around her lip piercings.

"So, uh, Two-Dents, how goes it?" Murdoc mumbled awkwardly. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind, but his curiosity got the best of him when he saw ol' Queenie tense up and run away at his presence.
"No' bad. Coul' be worse, ah guess. Do go' a case of th' blues tho." 2D answered absent-mindedly.
"Really? What'dyah mean?" Murdoc turned all of his attention to the azure haired pretty boy.
"Well, VV pro'lly woul'n't want me to talk 'bout it,-"
"Oh, come now, it's me! Uncle Murdoc, here to help!" Murdoc grinned widely, knowing 2D would soon be telling him everything he wanted to know.
"See tha's th' thing, ah wos gonna ask yew t' help us find a way out'a here. She's getting' depressed, wot wif her bruvva in th' hospi'al 'n' all, 'n' ah fink getting' outta here is th' bes' way to ge'in her bettah." 2D grabbed the carton of cigarettes on the table and lit one, if things went well he'd be able to get out of here in no time. "Hand me th' light, yeh?"
"Leave? And what then? You two fly away to America, fix her brother, yeh get laid, an' live happily ever after? What about me? Yeh'd let me die with these bloody pirates just so yeh'd be able to shag ol' Queenie!" Murdoc scowled, throwing the lighter at 2D.
"Ah figured yew'd wan' to escape wiff us!" 2D cowered, holding the cigarette back and preparing himself incase Murdoc wanted to attack.
But Murdoc didn't say anything. He took the time to look out of the window and stare at the darkened sky, instead. Perhaps it was time to move on, he was running low on booze… and pirates were getting awfully confident, they showed no qualms about stepping foot in Kong… and Murdoc could not afford to pay up his soul just yet! He still had people to meet, places to see, parties to crash, and women to shag! An image of Vicky's eyes staring at him as he drove into her flashed across Murdoc's mind. He stared at his hand, remembering how she gripped it. "Wha' makes yeh think I'd want t' escape with yeh two?" Finally answering, Murdoc clenched his hand.
"Yew don' 'ave t' go wiff us, jus' help us ge' out 'n' then we part separate ways." 2D paused, reading into Murdoc's face. "Yew'd be free to do wot yew want again. Ah figure' yew'd like that." He offered meekly.
"Yeh figure a lot Two- Dents…" Murdoc looked out, his ear perking at the distant sound of helicopters, and thoughts suddenly running into his head at a hundred miles per hour. He exhaled deeply and turned to look at 2D with a smirk. "So, what's yehr plan?"
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