Blue Lithium

Chaptet 1: Busted and Bruised

Hey guys! This is my first fic, and I hope you enjoy! I don't own these characters, everyone belongs to Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett, Gorillaz.

Chapter 1: Busted and Bruised
It was dark. So dark. 2D fumbled through the hallway, trying to find his doorknob in the blackness. Long fingers pawing out at nothing, he gave a drunken, frustrated grumble, which suddenly turned into a scared whimper as he heard uneven footsteps down the hall.

"M-murdoc?.. Is tha' you?"

"Fuck off, faceac-"

Bodies collided harshly in the dark.

2D stumbled back away from Murdoc, apologies pouring out of him. Having experienced Murdoc's wrath when he was angry in the past he knew that what was coming up next was inevitable but he still tried to avoid it.

"For fucks sake you incompetent piece of-"

Murdoc found the collar of the bluenette's shirt and roughly dragged him into the singers room, and fumbled for the light switch. The yellow light from the broken chandelier dimly lit up the green man's face, giving him a sinister look.

2D opened his mouth to begin to say something, anything to keep himself safe from Murdoc but before he could words could even form in his mind a fist connected with the side of his face, sending him reeling down to the ground. The singer groaned slightly and began to move but before he could rise Murdoc grabbed his collar and struck again, this time hard enough that the metallic taste of blood began to overwhelm his tastebuds before the pain fully hit.

Another blow. Then another. And another and another and another, making 2D wonder if the pain would ever end.

The last thing the bluenette remembered was relief at the blissful darkness, finally transporting him away from the misery of real life.

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An indistinguishable amount of time later 2D groaned as he felt his mind return to consciousness, agony resonating in every bone in his body. He turned his head slightly, the simple action seeing new waves of pain throughout him. Murdoc was nowhere in sight. He must have stumbled drunkly back to his room and would have no recollection what happened tomorrow morning.

Left alone with only his melancholic thoughts 2D lay crookedly in the yellow light. Blood was seeping out of his nose, the warm liquid dripping down the side of his face. Why doesn't he understand?

From one of his eyes, a single tear fell down his cheek. Because he knew, no matter how hard he tried to suck up to the bassist, no matter how many times he took his punches, no matter how many times he kept his mouth shut as he was busted up, his blue hair pulled, Murdoc would never understand. But that wouldn't stop him.

No, it wouldn't stop him at all.

Nothing would stop him. Because the truth was that 2D would never be enough for the satanist. Slowly 2D opened his mouth and began to sing, the sorrowful lyrics a perfect description of the bleakness that was threatening to overwhelming him.

The melody was broken, but he managed to croak out a tune.

Where do they come from...
The ones that... connect to us...
Busted... and blue
Till we're... invisible
I'm with you through... altitude
....Busted and blue