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Murdoc's Victory	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1744 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was now or never.
There was no turning back. For what? She had nothing left in Kong anyway.
Vicky ran, her legs pumping the adrenalin from within her distressed body until she was able to hunker down behind a tombstone. A scream escaped her as a bullet shot so close to her arm, she felt its' heat.
BA-BUMP!
BA-BUMP!
BA-BUMP!
Her heart beat loudly against her chest and she could no longer tell if the whimpering in her throat was due to her emotional turmoil or the fear of a helicopter's bullets lodging itself fatally inside of her.
'You're not wanted here! Hurry up and go!' She thought, as her eyes scanned the area for something, anything, that could protect her from the high-powered ammunition. '¡Vamos, Victoria! You can do this!' Her self-motivational words did nothing to alleviate her fear, but the sounds of retreating guns sure did so she took that moment to grab a slab of stone, bigger than her head, which she used as a barrier. Better to get a finger knocked off, right?
Fingers wrapped tightly around the edge of the tablet and hands high above her head, she pushed her body forward from amongst the debris and continued her journey to the gated entrance of Kong. It seemed so much farther now than before, the shadows cast by decrepit trees making her path that much more intimidating.
Vicky was running for her life, eyes darting and glancing upwards every few seconds to check that the firing aircrafts weren't turning back to chase her. Her footsteps were loud and heavy against the rugged ground, making her journey seem longer while still bringing her hope. Her heart was racing, pounding in her chest, as she fought for a breath; was it the cigarettes or was she really just out of shape?
She tried to focus her attention on breathing, inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, resulting in an echoing airflow that seemed to amplify her heartbeat. Vicky pushed herself faster and faster, closing her eyes with determination.
RATATATATATATATATATATA!
Several bullets landed around her until one bounced off the broken tombstone, causing Vicky to open her eyes too late and trip over a rock that lay beneath her. "Shit!" She yelled when the heavy piece of stone fell on top of her leg, breaking the skin in the process. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" The pain, while bearable, was going to slow her down and that thought only increased her worry.
Her head snapped upward when she suddenly heard the whirr of a chopper draw closer to her. She pushed the slab away, ignoring the pain that shot through her leg, and persisted with getting her lower limbs in motion as fast as they could carry her.
'I'm dead! If I can't get out I'm dead!' Her thoughts raced in time with her lungs. In and out. In and out.
Before she knew it, her swinging arms were grabbing onto the metals rails of the large entryway. "Oh thank god!" She stopped to catch her breath for a second once she was on the other side. Her tongue flickered out to wet her lips, head back and eyes closed with a sense of relief that she was out of immediate danger.
Vicky let out a slow breath, her eyes opening to look at the sunny sky. How different it was within Kong studios, where everything seemed bleak at all times. She turned to look at what was her prison, knuckles turning white as she gripped onto the metal rods. She was free, and yet… the past number of weeks flashed through her thoughts before she could stop them. Her grip tightened and she looked down, knowing she would cry when her eyes warmed.
A sound ripped her from her thoughts. Raising her head above and into the skies of Kong, she stared at a hovering helicopter and the pilot inside it; he made no movement. It seemed to be the same helicopter she saw when she tripped and fell, but it wasn't attacking. Thinking of her fall drew her attention away from the strange pirate jet and onto her suddenly painful leg.
With no more time to waste, Vicky hobbled through the streets of Essex until she was able to hail a cab. Her eyes traveled to the old building one last time, her sentiments getting the best of her, and it was only until her cab was a fair distance that the helicopter return to its' companions.

His life was on the line here, there was no way he was going out now! It was one thing to shoot down one or two pirates with a handgun but with this many, even Murdoc had to admit there was little he could do to alleviate the situation. Murdoc needed protection and he needed it fast. He would've gotten the Geep himself, but that would mean letting the bastards in too early, thus Murdoc had to settle with being the bait. "Oh joy…" He smirked, hiding under a make-shift fort and inserting the 30-round magazine into his shiny black M4 carbine.
BOOM!
A bomb hit the corner of Kong studios, destroying the already collapsing building. "Urrr…" Murdoc curled his lip, obviously he didn't care about the old HQ anymore, but if these soddin' pirates destroyed it before 2D got the automobile out, he'd have no escape! The muzzle of the submachine gun found a resting place against a concrete brick, before it spat out its' many bullets just seconds later. 'This is real defense mechanism alright!' Murdoc cackled, maneuvering the gun in every which way knowing he'd eventually hit something.
Finally, he heard a faint horn underneath the drowning sounds of spinning rotors and machine guns. He glanced down, over the edge of Kong, swaying the particles of dust away from his face. Yuuuup, there was his ride. Grabbing a new magazine, he quickly replaced the empty one and stood his rifle to point to the sky. Murdoc's hands looked in his pockets and around the floor until he found a tired old piece of string, 'perfect,'which he used to tie around the trigger.
His diversion set, Murdoc ran over to the broken ceiling of the lower floor and jumped down, embracing the feel of hot air hitting him through his dark grey sweater. He repeated this action, until he was groaning against the floor of the main lobby. "I reaaally need t' think my ideas through more, owww…"
Once on his feet again, Murdoc cracked his knuckles and pulled open the door and nose diving into the old pleather seats. He took a second to rub his nose–and secretly hope he didn't break it again–grab 2D's shoulder and throw him head-first into the back.
"Move it faceache, I'm drivin'!" He floored it, the wheels spinning and picking up dust before lurching them forward. He kept his foot on the metal, picking up speed until breaking down the gates of Kong studios. Wouldn't be much use to them now anyway.
What was the plan? There was no plan, just escape. Murdoc needed some place new, where no one could find him… He'd been victorious this time and Murdoc would have to be extremely crafty if the heat was to die down. He'd have to get rid of the blundering idiot first… Murdoc turned to look at 2D, who had somehow gotten in the front seat without Murdoc realizing. He was a nice fellow, sang angelically and it'd be a shame to have to lose him but Murdoc needed to be sure nothing and no one would find him. So on the first bus stop they came across, Murdoc turned to 2D and in a deep grainy voice said, "get out."
"W-wot? Why? Wot's goin' on?"
Murdoc snarled, "Get!" He lifted his leg to kick the singer out of the car. "Out!" And he drove away without a second look back.

The cab quietly drove away while Vicky looked on to the once familiar flat. A bright yellow piece of paper fluttered in the wind but remained loyal to its' place on the door. Her face was stoic, she didn't know what to think at this point anymore, and Vicky surprised herself when she ripped the eviction notice off of the door much more aggressively than she'd planned. The smell of the place was musty and Vicky could all but cry when she sat on her sofa.
"Evicted…" She muttered, the word not quite registering in her head. She scanned what was once her home, until she was trapped in Kong for the last…? What was the date anyway? Whatever, it didn't matter.
Vicky brought her knees up under her chin, them being the only thing stopping it from quivering, when she started weeping once more. God, that was all she did as of late! This was what she wanted! To be out, free! So why did she feel sad? Why did she have the sensation of wanting to go back? Why did she feel… alone?
No, enough self pity! "Basta!" Vicky wiped her tears angrily. She got up, grabbed a cigarette from one of her drawers and turned on her music.
Give up
If you wanna survive
It was time to move on it seemed, so that's just what she was going to do. Get oh so alive
No more thinking of how amoral she had been.
In your life everything
Falling out the sky on top of you
Now what you do
No more thinking of how she fucked up her relationship with 2D.
Set yourself up now
It's the love of your life
Shed a lead on me
It was done. Over.
All I know before it's gone
I always feel it's getting me down
When nothing's wrong
It hurt, of course it did, but it obviously wasn't going to solve anything. She just had to get away from this place first.
What's the matter with me?
That was her first step to forgetting everything that happened and moving on with herself.
What's the matter with me, me, me
She rushed to her room, reaching her arm under her bed until she managed to pull out her suitcases. Never thought she'd need them this soon.
Give up
If you wanna survive
Pulling them open, she grabbed her clothes by the handful and threw them into the luggages.
Pick the sun back up
You got to get on the song, lowly
She'd have to leave quite a bit behind, but it didn't matter because once she was gone, she wouldn't have to think about what happened here.
What's the point
"Hmm?" The song playing grabbed her attention. The point? The point was to get away so she didn't have to deal with how she fucked everything up!
It's funny till you're left to kill yourself
In this town
"That's exactly why I'm leaving!-"
So what's the matter with me?
"If I stay, that'll be like admitting I can't do anything to fix what I did!-"
What's the matter with me
"I'll feel as useless as when I was in there,-"
What's the matter with me
"And I'm gonna hate myself even more!"
What's the matter with me, me, me
Vicky froze, taking in just how ludicrous she was being at the moment; she was fighting with a song! The worst part was that there was really no point anymore, she couldn't hate herself anymore than she already did for having betrayed 2D. But as she slowly got back in to the rhythm of packing her things, she thought; processed the many events leading up to this pivotal moment in her life.
It was all rather terrifying now that it ran clearly through her mind, anybody else could have seen the outcome so why didn't she? 2D did, he let her know that much about what he saw. She could lie to herself all she wanted, but Vicky was pretty much destined to screw up and sleep with Murdoc–all the signs were there apparently.

The bed creaked underneath her, the cigarette smoke filled the room. The clock in her kitchen ticked away the hours, loudly announcing each second that passed by.
Vicky arose, not having fallen asleep but unaware that she had laid in her bed for hours, assessing herself. Her nails were brittle after having continuously scratched along the edge. With an aggravated sigh, Vicky clenched her fists, her splintery nails serving only to cut into her palms. She was wrong, she could hate herself more; she hated herself more than she thought because in spite of everything that happened, Vicky knew that her true feelings were even more horrifying to admit.
She stared at the packed suitcase at the end of her bed, as if it would magically hold the answers to her problems. Laughing was her only response to everything. Laughing in almost disbelief at herself, the sounds echoing softly but holding none of the comfort it should have brought.
Somehow, despite his brutish, grotesque, selfish, outrageous, egomaniacal, perverse ways… she loved Murdoc.
Not that it mattered now…
'What's the matter with me?'

Song: Latin Simone (English Version) by Gorillaz (Damon Albarn)
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