Murdoc's Victory

 

'How ironic. I finally know he's going to live, moments before I die.'

Vicky swallowed the heavy lump that was building in her throat; the glass container splashing water onto her hands from her uneasy grip. She had heard them, whispering to each other, planning their attack.

Pirates.

'Oh shit… oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…' What could she do? She just wanted a glass of water to calm herself after finding out that her brother–while still in a coma and technically open–was at least no longer under the pressure of death! When she first heard the sounds of heavy footsteps she had initially believed it was Murdoc and had even scolded herself for hiding, but now she was glad she did and secretly wished it was Murdoc. At least he wasn't going to kill her!

Her hands were shaking but she couldn't help looking through a hole in the pantry door when she nervously stumbled forward, causing much of the water to spill on the floor and the door to creak open a bit. Feeling annoyed with herself, she squeezed her eyes shut and clutched the glass even tighter. 'Please, please, please!' She begged, though not quite sure why; she was as good as dead anyway.

The footsteps pounded closer to her then suddenly stopped. Vicky glanced into the hole, barely making out the grungy looking pirate who was no more than an arm's length away. He was approached by another person, this one saluting the first, who whispered and caught his attention. They moved out of Vicky's range of sight, although she could still hear their footsteps. The heavy treads of boots seemed scattered, making Vicky's heart pump wildly, at the growing number of people.

Then altogether they left. Or at least Vicky thought so, considering their footsteps had quickly become indistinct until they ceased. She let out a trembling sigh, glad to be out of danger and hoping to return to warn 2D and Murdoc of their new visitors. She glanced one last time into the hole in to door, before deciding it was safe and making her way out. Quickly downing what was left of her water, she gathered whatever courage she could muster.

The hallway was quiet, everything was very quiet, and Vicky strained her ears to listen for whatever sound would appear. She decided that the coast was clear and so Vicky anxiously wiped her face before pressing herself against a wall and soundlessly placing one foot in front of the other. While she was glad the lights were down because it provided excellent concealment, she was not happy that she didn't see the small tricycle that caused her to topple over. Quickly, she sat herself up in order to hear for any approaching footsteps and let out another anxious breath when, to her relief, she heard nothing. 'Keep it together Victoria…'

The fall did help clarify that she was, in fact, alone in this corridor which meant she could proceed quickly to the door to the lobby where the lift was. However, as soon as she was in and had pressed the button for the elevator, her heart nearly stopped.

"It's comin' up! It's comin' up! It's comin' up! It's There!"

"Shh!" She winced and whispered to herself, wishing that it was enough to make the booming voice stop.

"What's tha'?"

Vicky whipped her head at the voice coming from the other corridor. The lift could not have come any sooner when Vicky jumped in, pushing for the ground floor, and caught a glimpse of the men who had almost caught her.

"That was too close." She, again, swallowed her built up saliva.

It seemed luck was on her side when the lift door opened and there was no one in the destroyed lobby. She made her way hurriedly across the floor to the dingy corridor that led to the car park. A quick glance of the area later and Vicky ran to the Winnebago.

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Murdoc's fingers moved easily over his red Fender. He was lying on his bed, his foot pressed firmly against the small nightstand, not caring that every time he moved his foot to the beat wax would drip onto the surface. He chewed on the butt end of his cigarette, his eyes closed as he didn't need them. He knew all Gorillaz songs better then he even knew himself. The band was his life, literally.

His head bobbed up and down, the deep repetitive ringing of Starshine soothing him. He was enthusiastic with the idea of getting out and living life, but for some reason he was hesitant to proceed with his end of the bargain. He was the target for pirates, which meant that he would be the one to lead them towards the drearier part of the landfill. Drawing them away would be the distraction that gave Vicky and 2D the time and freedom to get the Geep out of the car park and ready to go. He'd have to lose himself within the garbage so that they'd be too preoccupied with finding him while he made his way secretly to the Geep. Once they were a fair distance away, they would separate so Murdoc could find a new hideaway.

Sounded too good to be true.

But was that what he really wanted? Sure the freedom was great, but he'd eventually have to go meet Beezlebub again and without the rest of the band that day would come sooner. He'd have no way of making music without having to start all over; no fanbase, no bandmates, no pretty boy singer. Because said singer would be away playing happy house with, with that one.Murdoc frowned, not liking the idea of 2D being so happy with Vicky, while he hid away in misery. 'What's so special about the chit anyway?' His thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on his door. 'Speak of the devil.' Only one person banged on his door like that.

He placed his Fender down and sauntered over to door, subconsciously delighted at the possibility that maybe she was here for another shag. Better with him than the dullard, right?

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"Murd-" She pulled the door open, unprepared to see Murdoc already there and having to hang on to the top of the door lest he fall forward. Shaking away her sudden stupor, Vicky pushed him and closed the door behind her. Without giving him a chance to speak, she proceeded to tell him her experience of the past couple of minutes.

Murdoc's face changed in seconds from lecherous to serious and he hurried back to grab a pistol from under his mattress. Pausing to glance at one of the many knives stuck to his walls, he pulled one out and handed it to Vicky. "Steer clear. If I'm down, yeh'd get some protection." Then he grabbed Vicky's arm and pushed her out of the Winnie, himself right behind her. Murdoc pushed in front of her when they reached the door to the corridor and leaned his ear to it.

"We have to get to D." Vicky whispered.

"Shush."

"What if they got to him already?"

"Shush!" Murdoc repeated, aggravated.

She was quiet for a second, but the silence only served to feed her worry. "Are they gone?"

"Sweet Satan, yeh'r gonna be the death of me- no! They're right on the other side of the door and if yah keep talkin' they'll soon be on this side, so would yah please, shut up!" came the provoked retort. That seemed to work to keep her quiet and as soon as Murdoc decided the path was unblocked, he opened the door and walk right out as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Vicky rushed up behind him, looking in both directions until she bumped into his back.

"Oi, watch it," was all he said.

"Where do you think they went?" She asked, continuing her paranoid search around her.

"Oh I dunno, probably t' have some tea and biscuits. How should I know!"

"You don't have to get all huffy about it." Vicky frowned.

He stared at her for a moment then turned away answering, "they're probably still on this floor. I didn't hear Shaun signin' so they didn't use the lift."

She wanted to ask who Shaun was but chose not to. "So why are we still here?"

"Oh sweet Satan, how do I get yah t' shut up!" They both paused, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

"Sorry, I'm just a bit nervous."

"A bit?" Murdoc asked, moving her to sit behind the lobby entrance desk for coverage.

"Okaaaay, a lot nervous. And I'm worried about D. What if something happened to him?"

"I doubt it. That simpleton seems to have a knack for survivin' anythin'."

"Sooo, mind explaning why we're still here then?"

"Well, yeh only sawr three pirates 'nd I only heard that many. They didn' go up or down, which means they're in here somewhere. We're just gonna have to wait them out before they can leave and we can go down."

Vicky nodded in understanding and raised her legs up under her chin. Murdoc looked at the direction of the corridor then back at the young Hispanic woman. The way her legs were positioned allowed his imagination to wander at what lay between her thighs. The smirk on his face started to fall though, when he looked at her face partially covered by her hands on her knees. She looked hopeless. She surprised him when she looked up and caught him off guard staring at her. He gave her a sultry smirk and she turned away for a second, returning her gaze as if to reset the situation.

"This would be a good chance to put our plan into effect. I can go down and get 2D. You'll catch them off guard when they come inspect-"

"No." He stopped her. "Now's not the time."

"No, listen! If we play this out right we don't have to-"

"I said no!" Murdoc snapped.

"Why do you insist on keeping us here?" she asked, giving him a dirty look. "Ever since the beginning, we could have escaped–much easily I'll add!–but you insisted we stay. Now that it's basically our only chance or else we die, you still don't want to let us go! Why?" She retorted.

"Are yah really gonna go with Tusspot?"

"Duh, that's the only way we're getting out of here." She added quickly, trying to avoid where he was so clearly going.

"That's not what I meant and yah know it."

"Yeah, well… it's none of you-" Vicky was cut off again, only this time by Murdoc's hand. She began to protest until she saw him staring at the corridor door. In the seconds of silence, Vicky felt her heart begin to pump harder against her chest and her face started getting warmer. He may not have noticed but as he was on the lookout, his whole body had gotten closer to her. The closest he's been since… She shook her head, trying to erase those memories as if she was an etch-a-sketch.

The movement caused Murdoc to look down and, with satisfaction, he noticed both their proximity and the effect it was having on her. "Ya know…" he began, letting go of her mouth and moving to sit closer to her. "Yehr boy is gettin' himself all excited 'bout the thought of escapin' with yah right?" In an attempt at seduction, he started trailing his fingers along her arm. "But what do yah think he'd say after he found out the real reason yah don't want t' touch him is," he leaned in closer to her hear and whispered, "because yah can't get yehr mind of me?"

Vicky pushed him away, her face redder than it had been. "Get real, limp dick."

"Uhuhuhuhuh," Murdoc cackled. "Tough words for someone who kept callin' my name and, what was it yah said, 'oh Murdoc, fuck me. Fuck me Murdoc.'" He added in a high pitched voice, nothing at all like Vicky's.

"I swear to god Murdoc, if you say anything…" She warned.

"What? Yeh'll run off cryin'? Yell at me? Queenie, yah bark but yah don't bite."

She rolled her eyes and looked away, trying to hide the fact that while his comments bothered her they still served to speak the truth. "Aren't you supposed to be looking out for those pirates? Leave me alone."

"Although I do have t' admit, yah scratch quite nicely." Murdoc leaned in, not bothering to answer her. "It was good."

Vicky huffed and, having had enough of the unfortunate truth, slapped Murdoc. He growled and grabbed her hand, moving it away from his face so he could lean in and press his lips against hers.