A/N: Oh I forgot to add the usual “I don’t own, don’t sue” bit in
the first chapter; I don’t own Gorillaz, but I do own the other characters,
somewhat; well there you go. It would
be nice to have Murdoc locked up in my closet, but sadly I don’t oh well, maybe
someday… now back to your regularly scheduled fanfic…
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Midnight. Tonight. Come
alone. You know the spot. We will be waiting, but not for long. It’s starting
all over again…”
The words on the letter had
been embedded into Murdoc’s mind, especially the last bit, ‘it’s starting all
over again…’ Yet he kept staring at the note as if he were searching for
something that wasn’t there. Murdoc’s
thoughts were racing “How did they find me? Are they sure it’s happening again?
How?” That was the main question, how?
The clock was nearing
midnight; Murdoc was pacing back and forth and began to argue with the idea of
meeting up with his past. It would be good see old “friends”, yet it would also
mean getting tangled even deeper into that old web, of lies, sex, deception,
and murder. He thought as he left the winne, and headed to the geep.
~*~*~*Geep*~*~*~
As he drove he had began to
remember the days when he first joined the club, it had been christened the Red
Thumb Club. There had been six of us: Rubé, Rozanna, Alma, Nydia, himself and the boy. How
did I first get thrown into with them? Oh, yeah, they found me. Jesus, I didn’t
know what the hell I was getting when I said yes.
*~*~*~*Thirteen years
ago*~*~*~*
“Rubé, come on we’re going to be
late and if you don’t hurry your stoned guitar-playing hippie ass up; or you’re
going to have to find another ride to get there!”
“Chill, I just gotta find my
strings, man. Don’t worry we’re not going to be late, it’s not like we’re going
to have a full house, it’s only Wednesday.”
“I know, but I want to get a
chance to check out the club. Before the others come.”
“How long do you think it’ll
take for them to find it?”
“Never, if we’re lucky. Come
on, we’ve done everything we can do. Got everything? Now hurry your ass up
+already.”
“Ok, found them. Are the
others coming?”
“No, their probably already
at the club.”
“Alright, let’s go.”
“Finally. Ok, you got your
cash, ID, keys, and your damn strings?”
“Yep.”
“We’re off.”
*~*~*The Club*~*~*
The club was dark and smokey; the air was dank with the
stench of stale cigarettes and alcohol; no one noticed as two female figures
walked in, except one dark individual who watched as they went to their usual
secluded table, away from the frenzy. One was tall wearing a pair of black and
white checkered shoes, acid-washed jeans and a tight-fitting black tank top;
her auburn mane was shoulder length with streaks of purple, which covered her
face in a black void. The other was dressed in a pair of doc martens, black
ripped jeans and a dark blue blouse. Her raven hair, short and spiked, her face
was slender and pale in the club’s smokey lighting; her eyes appeared black and
soulless, yet filled with a strong force. He had noticed them in the past
weeks, up till now he had not approached them but tonight he was going to.
Except he noticed that two of their usual group were missing.
“Fuck, it’s now or never.” He thought. “Maybe, I’ll get lucky, hehe” as he walked
towards their table. The closer he got, the stronger was the energy of dark
magnetism, which seem to radiate from them that focused onto him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pick your poison:
<-Chapter One or Chapter Three->
Or