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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 5

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. ^_^

Druke and Murdoc only broke apart for a breath, a slight pause, then the magnetic attraction brought their lips back to one another as if their lips had minds of their own.

Kissing her was like nothing he had ever experienced before. She was unbridled passion, shyness, and electricity all rolled into one. Her body fit perfectly against him, soft, yet ropes of toned muscle rippled beneath her skin. He couldn’t help but try to pull her closer, flush against him, his hands combing through her silken hip length curls, pressing her mouth closer to his.

His mouth moved in ways she had never experienced before. He took his time, searching her mouth with his tongue as if all he needed in the world was her. He held her closer than anyone had ever done before; as if he was only made to hold her and she was only meant to be held by him. He was strong and taller than her, and she could feel his muscles ripple strongly against her as he moved, seeming to tell her that she wouldn’t be able to escape his embrace, even if she had the ability to muster such a desire.

A loud fog horn sound rumbled throughout the halls of paintings and photographs, shaking them in their shinning frames. It wretched the couple apart and caused them to glare at the door, in the direction where the noise came from. “What the…?” the two said in unison, Murdoc sounding like he wanted to remove the cause of the sound’s head with a pair of nail clippers and give the airports a good reason not to allow them on flights, while Druke sounded as if she wanted to investigate. She extracted herself from Murdoc’s embrace and walked down the hall toward where the sound came from, Murdoc following behind, thoughts of murder dancing around like gumdrops dancing in his head. ‘Hmmm…would anyone notice them hanging form the ceiling by their toes…or if the army would miss a couple of flame throwers…?’ Murdoc smirked evilly, growling to himself.

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2D looked at the smiling Noodle and his anger drained form his body and fear began to take its place as the glint in her eyes caused his drug slowed brain to realize that she had changed into combat Noodle. He gulped, smiled, then thought, ‘Why didn’t I go after Russel instead…?’ Then in a fit of brilliance, his brain cleared long enough for him to think up a way out of his impending doom.

“Wanna get some popcorn and watch Switch beat the crap outta Russel?” 2D asked and gave a mental sigh that the glint in her eyes left. “Cool we have popcorn in the duffel bag.” Noodle said, bouncing merrily along. ‘Eh…kinda glad I had to fight Noodle. Very little effort…’ he thought but was interrupted when he discovered he was on his ass in the middle of a French exhibit, a throbbing pain originating from his left cheek. Looking up, he saw Noodle’s retreating form and rubbed his cheek.

“What the bloody hell was that for?” he asked, confused. “Just to make sure you don’t do anything stupid to blow this thing with you and Switch. That and Switch wanted us to fight and…I WIN!” she said giggling. 2D couldn’t help but laugh. He jumped up and they continued out of the exhibit, into the wall and continued after the other two.

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Murdoc and Druke found the combat pair in the same time Noodle and 2D stumbled into the room from the other entrance. Switch and Russel stood in the center of the room, facing off. Russel, although almost three times larger than Switch, was cowering like a mouse cornered by a cat. Druke the animal lover that she was, couldn’t let her sister completely obliterate the terrified drummer.

Checking to make none of the others were paying any attention to her, she discreetly extended her forefinger and pointed to the floor directly in front of Switch. As she charged forward, the ice trail that Druke had spelled down caught her fool, the lack of traction caused her to fall on her ass and slide down the trail and into the nearby wall, which conveniently didn’t have a painting on it because the wall shook from the impact.

“Switch your power is extreme clumsiness.” Murdoc mocked. Switch glared at Druke who innocently tipped her head as if to say “What did you expect?” Switch looked to the wall then shrugged as if that made perfect sense, which, to them, it did.

Deciding they had caused enough damage, the band decided to leave before something got trashed, though getting 2D and Switch away from the frozen patch was an ordeal. “Hey Switch!” Druke shouted at her sister’s retreating form. When she turned to acknowledge her sister, Druke continued. “What’s that goop all over you? If that’s from 2D, I’d have him taken too the doctor to have that looked at!” Dru joked. Switch ran around the corner and positioned herself at the hallway Dru would have to pass by to get out of the museum. When Dru began to walk by, Switch took off running, blowing right into her sister, transferring the still wet goop onto Dru, and succeeded in pushing her sister into Murdoc, who was standing on the others side of the hall because of the awkward tension between the Satanist bassist and the computer tech.

He caught her before she could fall and looked down at her before she could fall and looked down at her. She noticed she wasn’t on the floor and looked up into his red and black eyes, a deer in the headlights look in her eyes. After a moment or two, Dru lept out of his grasp and on the other side of Switch, walking on as if nothing had happened, pretending her cheeks weren’t flaming and her ears weren’t getting red.
The car ride was just as awkward as the walk to the van. Not wanting to end up in the same situation as she had before, Dru sat in the back next to her sister and 2D who had no problem flirting right in front of everyone. Murdoc sat on the wall opposite the door and diagonally from Dru. Dru wished she had a bottle of scotch and whiskey so she could Dickie-Moe the two bottles; the only combination that, in the right amounts would have the same effect as a bottle of Vodka to a normal person. All she wanted right now was to get piss drunk and watch some crappy zombie movie.

The black van pulled into the carpark at Kong Studios. Druke lept from the van almost before the shadow-on-wheels finished pulling into the parking space marked “BLACK VAN” (probably marked for 2D, Druke guessed) and began toward her room, Switch, grinning evilly following behind her flustered sister.

The rest of the van’s occupants filed out slowly, staring after the two girls. Murdoc’s expression was undeniably funny, and 2D, in usual 2D fashion, didn’t catch the unsubtle looks and gestures the others were giving him saying “DON’T LAUGH!!!” The other two were just about to clamp their hands over his mouth but before they could 2D began bubbling over with laughter. His laughter was cut short with a gurgling sound as Murdoc’s calloused hand was wrapped around the lead singers throat.

“I’m sure we could go instrumental and we wouldn’t need a lead singer anymore.” Murdoc growled out as 2D dangled slightly off the ground. He released the struggling boy and let him fall on to the ground, walking into Kong Studios unconsciously following the sisters, leaving 2D to sit on the asphalt, rubbing his soar throat.
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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!