| Coma Trip By Froggy |
| Disclaimer: I don't own the Gorillaz. Or other stuff in here that other people own. Author's Note: This fic is officially dedicated to Tyh, who told me to write another fic cuz she was bored. Here's for you, Tyh. Oh, yeah, and a bottle of Tylenol to firesnap in apology for "Agony".... Oh, and another note: 90 km/h = 55 mph, which is probably too fast for a ramraid, but I wouldn't know. I've never driven an Astra through a window. Oh heck, I'll make Murdoc drunk and then it won't matter! Wahahaha! Coma Trip: Part One - The Astra in the Window... *Now's your last moment to change your mind, Niccals, last moment to change your mind...* he thought as his Cuban boot pressed the gas pedal of his little Vauxhall Astra. The last moment to change his mind, but he was determined to get those synths. He would need them to pair with his stellar self-taught bass playing, and he wanted a band, oh how he wanted a band, it was closest to a drug he had anymore... The window-pane laughed at him, bearing the bright lettering that read 'Uncle Norm's Organ Emporium'....and he needed the booty, needed it bad so he could fullfill his dreams. Murdoc smiled his twisted smile as the vodka in his system made him savour the speedometer's climb - higher and higher, the engine whining...the Astra hadn't been healthy before, but now it was downright dying. 60 km/h, 80 km/h, 90 km/h.....he hit the window dead on. Glass flew into the shop in horrifying shards. Now, Murdoc Niccals was an evil bastard, but he wasn't a murderous evil bastard, so he'd made sure that as many people were out of the shop as possible before he ramraided. So how was it that as his Astra kicked through the glass, someone with blue-purple hair and terrified green eyes spun around at the sound, threw up hands to ineffectively protect him from the shards of glass, and then crumpled over Murdoc's hood? Murdoc's head flew back against the headrest of his seat and heard the yells of his crew, spilling out the doors of the Astra and running as sirens went off and noise coalesced around him, leaving him behind to face the music. Typical friends. Murdoc dragged himself out of the Astra and ran to grab a synth, he had to have a synth... On his way, he tripped over somebody. Looking down, he noted the kid he'd hit earlier, with the green eyes...Murdoc, in morbid fascination, leaned over and looked at the kid, noting how one eye was now black and damaged under half-lidded eyes, how the kid's mouth was half open and blood ran down his face, and his chest and arms. He lay sprawled in the rubble and shards of glass, long limbs thrown about randomly. He looked like some sort of ape or something. Murdoc shook his head, stepped over the kid, and headed for a synth. Then the sirens surrounded him, and someone's voice cried out to get the kid into an ambulance, and someone's hands closed around Murdoc's wrists. He growled to himself, the synth in view, as a policeman dragged him to a car and they all headed off in various directions - Murdoc to the police station, the kid to the hospital...and Murdoc's crew to wherever they'd run to avoid the cops. Murdoc glared at the ambulance as he left in the car. He'd get that kid for distracting him, for getting him arrested...oh, if it was the last thing he did... |