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Big Girls Don't Cry	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Damien Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are the true owners of the Gorillaz. I don't know, own, or make any money from them. I also don't know any characters from the band Gorillaz. This is a creation of pure fiction, made up from my own mind.

Chapter List
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A jet zoomed through the air, releasing all bullets contained, straight toward Murdoc's giant white bachelor pad, slash, HQ. From atop of the sky deck, he could see all of the damage that was being done to his private island: chunks of plastic land flew in the air, dust gathered every below, pieces of the white building fell to the ground in large chips–his experience with Kong's destruction being the only thing that had allowed him to prepare for an attack on his home–bullets and missals aimed straight at the old green target; this being himself of course.
Having almost made it to the safety of the inside, Murdoc paused at the sounds of a multitude of bullets trailing closer to him. His damn inquisitiveness did not allow him to just leave, as it would have a normal person, but instead to turn and see who was shooting and how close they were.
Panic set in. His widended in terror, his arms flew above his head, his body hunched down trying to make itself as small of a target as possible, all the while Murdoc's thoughts flew a mile a minute.
This new position caused Murdoc's sight to shift from the attacking aircraft to the ship a few meters away in the ocean. 'Fuckin' Boogieman, just waitin' t'–hold on?' A double take was in order when he caught a glimpse of something strange on the large aquatic craft; his arm lifted slightly to get a better view of it and he squinted his eyes.
A woman?
A strangely familiar woman…
A strangely familiar woman about to be consumed by the Boogieman.
It took but a millisecond for Murdoc to process this, then yell out for the droid to shoot at the Boogieman once more, before diving back into his protected study below.
Landing rather ungracefully on his desk, he was almost immediately thrown backwards onto the floor when bullets smashed the whole frontal window panels, the impact shaking the entire fortress down to the room at the very tip of the gigantic junk pile: 2D's room. Murdoc lay there, taking in the vibrations of the building and staring at the air, which was filling with light detritus and flying debris, wondering about his life and just who that woman on the boat was.
One bullet shot close to Vicky, traveling through the air and barely missing her, shooting her cloaked assailant instead. He pulled his hand back, his cloak following suit, and whipped his head towards the island. Vicky swallowed the saliva that had built up in her mouth, her nerves still on edge but she allowed momentary relief to wash over her, knowing Red's plan didn't go over as…well, planned. Seconds later, a second bullet managed to graze Vicky in the shoulder, making her hiss at the sharp sting it caused. Unbeknownst to her, the bullet had freed Vicky from her confines when the shock of it drove Red Goggles let go of the rope holding her to him. The pulsating burn of the bullet made Vicky wince in pain again, a single trickle of blood surprising her. She stumbled back when she tried to cover the small wound but, not realizing how close to the edge she was, she lost her footing and fell back over the railing and into the bright blue ocean below.
Her scream bellowed out, never having been one for plummeting from such heights. She couldn't even stand roller coasters!
'That's it! I'm dead!'
Her body sped down, down, through the air, towards the glistening sea below her.
'For sure, I die here!'
Fighting against the wind, she pulled her hands against her chest, closing her eyes tight.
'I couldn't save Vladimir! I'm sorry!'
All at once, Vicky felt the heat of the impact against her back, her eyes flying open as well as her mouth, as it attempted to take in air. But all it was able to swallow was the extremely salted water of the Pacific ocean. The heat she had initially felt was replaced by the cold of the water, the temperature dropping as waves pulled her further into the depths.
Vicky's eyes stung from the salinity of the sea, so she closed them.
Water had travelled down her trachea and into her lungs, it halted her breath, so she stopped breathing.
A strong forced pulled her into the abyss, so she stopped struggling.
In less than a minute, Vicky had succumbed to her aquatic bed; darkness overtook her, just like before.
2D's terrorized expression grew further as he looked up when his living quarters began trembling. Dust fell from the ceiling, onto his bed and the floor; 2D stared at it for a few seconds, before attempting to remove the bits on his bed with the tip of his shoes.
A mass of bubbles formed in the water just outside his only window. It caught his attention right quick. Bubbles only ever meant one thing before: that sodding whale. 2D frowned for a second, angry at how easily he was intimidated, but it was soon exchanged by the worried presence of his teeth over his lower lip. He covered his face, the space between his fingers just wide enough for when him to look out of the window every few seconds.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm…" He began humming the first three bass notes of an all-too-familiar song. Ironically, music was perhaps the only escape 2D could find from his isolated prison, despite it being the reason he was dragged here in the first place. "People are strange, when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly, when you're alone."
2D took in a quivering breath, he couldn't stop shaking, he couldn't help himself, his mental health was just being pushed too far. He pulled up the legs of his trousers, to give him easier mobility, and pulled up the zip of his waistcoat. His comfort a bit more assured, 2D was able to then press his knees closer to his chest, separated by his head situated underneath his arms. This new position didn't allow him to breath any easier, but it could at least obstruct his vision a bit.
It was no use, his phobia of whales could only be relieved by the absence of all visual aquatic presence and, before he could take a closer look outside, 2D lowered his clown mask over his face, resumed his fetal position, and blocked out all sights.
And then, a thousand sounds at once: the crumpling, the breaking, the crushing, the snapping of glass, metal, plastic, and bone. A jet came crashing down, roof-first, into the ocean water; the body inside spilling out. Cyborg Noodle jumped into the air, her fist held up high in personal appraisal at having taken down the assaulting aircraft. She looked on into the water, mesmerized by the wreckage.
Yes, this was her purpose. Well, aside from being programmed to protect Gorillaz. And she knew she was meant to be a replacement for the older asian girl. Her musical skill was nothing to laugh at, but the android's passion ballooned in the presence of artillery. She was just so good at it! Even now, this very moment, was proof of her skill, as she saw the attacking numbers dwindle either because she brought down their crews by force or through fear of her; either way, she was getting rid of them instead of short circuiting. Cyborg didn't like short circuiting, it meant she had to be shut down and fixed, which in turn meant she'd lose a couple days without remembering what happened…plus all that static always messed up her hair…
Cyborg's steps were happy and growing, soon she was skipping along the beach. The skies were clearing, now all she had to do was get rid of any survivors that swam up from the water, and she'd be done. Murdoc would be happy!
She saw a pirate crawling towards the beach.
BANG!
She aimed for one swimming closer to the island.
BANG!
She found a pirate reaching up for her help. 'Or maybe,' she thought, 'he really just wants to trick me, then steal my guns and shoot everyone here! That jerk!' Her anger flared. With her cheerful disposition now lost, Cyborg Noodle took her rifle, aimed it right at the man's head, and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The collision of bullet against cranium created a small explosion of blood and facial tissue. His face was now unrecognizable, a golf-ball sized hole cut clear into where his cheekbone had been. Her mood lifted, seeing that the bullet had done it's job. Messy, but it had been successful. A smirk pulled on the sides of her mouth, upwards until she was grinning ear-to-ear.
A noise behind her alerted her to another presence. Swifter than the person could take another step, the android had spun around, pointing her gun at who she initially believed to be an intruder. But this was no intruder. Or intruders for that matter. A quick scan let the robot know that these people were the same ones that had helped her master with the music album. She retained her smirk, though her weapon was lowered. They continued to stare at her in fear and wonder, so she stared back.
Back and forth, back and forth, they looked at each other, the group feeling uncomfortable in the gaze while the robotic girl felt amused more than anything.
Amusement, that is, until she felt something hit her foot. Once more, her rifle was up and ready to shoot at this person, a woman, though she didn't look like any of the other pirates. But…better safe than sorry, right?
"Yo, dawg, dat don' look like no pirate t' me." The robot heard behind her. She paused, looking back, to hear what they thought of this trespasser. Her weapon remained in place, however.
"I dunno, man, could be a decoy or sumthin'."
"You think?"
"Well, why not?"
"Maybe she's da girl we're s'possed t' be helpin' Murdoc find!"
"Dude…She ain't asian…that ain't her…"
"Oh yeah…"
Cyborg rolled her eyes, they had better make a decision soon, before she made one for them. She might as well, but she didn't want to upset Murdoc by upsetting one of his friends. She'd get it for that. He'd shut her down again!
"She ain't much a threat now though, huh?"
"Naw…an' she ain't dressed like a pirate-"
"Maybe we should take her inside?"
Lowering her weapon, the automaton looked at the woman on the ground. Her clothes were all dark, like the pirates, but the style was too simple to really be determined if it was authentic assailant garb: dark jeans, made darker by the soaked water, and a large black shirt that came to her elbows, clinging to her torso, again, by the soaked water. No, hardly an assassin's attire.
Cyborg Noodle bent down, to take a closer look at the potentially drowned woman. She was still alive, there was a heartbeat though it was faint. The robot turned to see the group still discussing the fate of the woman at her feet. Well they had better make a decision quick, because this woman had obviously gotten water in her lungs and if they didn't get it out, she's soon suffocate when enough oxygen didn't pass to her blood stream.

A finger crawled over a dirty desk, followed by another until the two walked along the edge of the desk as if they were two legs of a person. A third finger soon joined, then a fourth, and a fifth, and when the nails scraped against the writing table but no attack came, a full hand pushed upwards. The body came soon after, eyes looking around at the destruction caused by the attack.
"Ffffffuck…" was all that came out of Murdoc's mouth, moving carefully towards the window, fear that pirates might still be roaming around. His relief was granted when he looked out to the skies to see nothing but the absence of clouds amongst the stretching blue. Murdoc looked down, moving the glass around with his foot, snarling at the realization that he'd have to send for the room to be cleaned. Because, bugger that if he had to clean it himself!
"CYBORG!" Murdoc's hands clenched at his sides, having bellowed out with all of his might. "GET YER ASS OVER HERE!"
Almost instantaneously, the bell of the lift rang loudly. Much quicker than Murdoc anticipated, though he didn't complain. However, instead of the little robot girl he was waiting for, Murdoc was surprised to find a small group of his his collaborators packed in the small space. Even more surprising was the woman in their arms. The same one from the boat? Murdoc frowned, walking closer to them and the woman.
"Hey Murdoc, this one didn't look like a pirate." Paul Simonon, that bloody bass-stealing genius, came in speaking before the crew.
"She ain't who ya lookin' for, though, righ' dawg?" Snoop chimed in, his eyes red and blazing. Obviously the attack hadn't deterred him from partaking in a bit of the burning of the green.
"No, no…she's, uh, not Noodle." Murdoc took a closer look at her face, the feeling of familiarity from earlier stronger now, though he couldn't quite pinpoint it exactly. In a way, it made Murdoc proud. He'd had so many women!
"Sooo," the group turned to look at each other, their questions obvious on their faces.
Suddenly, she began to cough quietly. Murdoc turned his head slightly, curious. Perhaps she was waking up? "Put her on the couch." He ordered, not even bothering to clear the sofa for them, just eager to get her talking.
Pos and Maseo, two-thirds of the De la Soul members, looked at each other, motioning for Dave, the last of the group, to settle down the lady.
Snoop Dogg scoffed, stopping the De La Soul crew, mumbling incoherences to himself and turning over the couch.
"Smart thinkin'." Paul observed, watching glass and plastic fall onto the floor.
"Could'a got hurt." Snoop shrugged, his eyes starting to close.
Murdoc watched them placed the woman on the sofa, but laying her down seemed to do no good. "Sit'er up!" He barked his orders, getting impatient with their fumbling.
"Yo," Snoop paused, trying to find his words, "fuckin' chill dawg. She was in the god-damn water." Finding he could not hold himself up much longer, Snoop Dogg found himself in the couch, giggling a bit how slow everything seemed to be going.
"Yes, yes, just put her in the sofa!" Murdoc crossed his bony arms, tapping his foot away in annoyance. It was about time everyone left, they were starting to get annoying!
Dave sat her up, Maseo stood behind her, holding back her shoulders until he was sure she could sit on her own. Her head bobbed forward, moving bit by bit, until she began coughing again.
"Dude…" Pos looked at the others in the room, not sure what he should be doing now.
"Hey you!" Murdoc startled everyone, moving to the woman to shake her awake. "Wake up!"

The motion became erratic, as Murdoc continued to lose his patience and started taking his frustration of the day out on the black-outed woman. Her coughs grew this time, water pouring out of her mouth occasionally, until Murdoc was sure she had woken and he kneeled in front of her. After he saw she no longer coughed up anything of course. "Hey…hey!" Murdoc pushed her back and a grin broke out when he saw her eyes slowly flit open. "Yeah, that's right, wake up!" He nearly yelled in her ear.
She opened her eyes slightly, sand in her face making is so one was a bit wider than the other. Murdoc pushed her once more, about to tell her to wake up once again, when she grabbed onto his shoulder. Murdoc turned to look at her hand, surprise evident on everyones face.
Until she opened her mouth to vomit on him, that is.
Murdoc ran back, away from the woman who was releasing the contents of her stomach onto his floor. "In the name of sweet Sa-ack!" Murdoc growled, already covered in what he hoped was mostly salt water, saliva, and other suspicious looking chunks.
Everyone else in the room began laughing, at Murdoc, making his mood fouler.
"Da's fuckin' nasty…" Snoop added behind his laughing fit.
"Ugh! Do-Find-GAH!" Not being sure what to say or do with her, Murdoc stomped his foot and grabbed Snoop Dogg by the collar, lifting him to his feet and off the couch. The rapper had a good half foot over Murdoc, but was skinny enough and inclined enough to let the bassist lift him up. "Get out." Murdoc growled, pushing him towards those De la Soul traitors. "All of you, get out!"
They all obeyed with no argument, laughing on their way to the lift and away; Murdoc knew, he could hear them.
"Ugh, this is disgustin'." Murdoc looked at his new favorite white turtleneck. It was ruined now! Pieces of partially digested carrots clung to him, though it was less bothersome than the clumps of sand he could see, and feel already on his skin.
He looked at her, still not being able to shake the feeling of familiarity, but truly not recognizing her. She had ceased her vomiting and her coughing, and was resting against his sofa. Her breathing was much more normal.
Murdoc scoffed, he'd figure it out later. Right now he had to get this shirt off…maybe a bath.
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