The Con (Gorillaz Fan Fiction)

Chapter 7- When evil breaks glass

Murdoc walked into the lift. He tediously paved himself as he descended into the mansion.

Once he was out of the lift, in the small room that would greet the visitors of the mainland, The midget-man in a suit bowed down,as if Murdoc were a king.

Murdoc smiled confidently.

"Hope you're paying me extra for doing that every time you go out..."

The man murmured.

Murdoc sharply turned to the man and scowled. A growling sound came out in between his ridged teeth. The small mans face caved in meekly.

"Sorreh.."

Murdoc rolled his eyes and proceeded outside. He stepped onto the sand that seemed to slither away from his boot every time he did. Crunching onto the sand he turned to the left, facing the dock a few feet away from him. A ways behind it was a tall lighthouse.

"Well why the hell did I come this way?" He asked himself. "I'm bloody loosing my mind.'

He lumbered off in the direction of the light house. His feet crunching on the soft sand as he did. As he reached the entrance he reached into his back pocket, then his front,moving his fingers everywhere in the small space of a pocket. He took out a small golden key and stuck it into the handle of the lighthouse door. The door creaked opened. Murdoc peered around to make sure no one was watching him, then he stuck his boot inside the lighthouse. Slyly creeping into the room without touching the door.

Murdoc looked up. There looked to be at least a thousand stairs. He sighed.

"I'm getting too old for this."

He proceeded to go up the stairs that made clanging sounds that seemed to annoy him as he placed his foot on each of them.

He tried skipping some of the steps, but only could for a few minutes without getting ridiculously tired.

He stopped on one of the steps to pant. Sticking his long tongue out and holding his shirtless stomach as he breathed heavily.

He finally reached the top of the light house. He looked around with his hands on his waist.

There was music tapes every where. Old records as well, a usual object for Murdoc too have in his possession. There was a large table in the middle of the large sphere like room. A table sat mid into the room, on it was a large recording device, with a microphone taped to it. A record player was connected to it by, what looked like too many wires. A tall transmitter stood highly next to it. The windows were a bit cracked and many pieces of glass was missing from the ceiling. In the middle of the whole room, disregarding the large table, was a magnificent light bulb. In size it would be ten of Murdocs heads, it he had more than one. The room looked disorganized. Murdoc rubbed his hands in joy.

"Ahhh. Home." He sighed.

"Shoulda made it lower to the ground though. oh well."

He pulled out the chair that was placed below the desk,and lazily collapsed in it. He flicked a switch on the device on the table,grabbing a beer that had been conveniently sitting next to one of the CDs clutters next to him. He started talking into the mic.

"Hellooo. Gorillaz fans... welcome to the radio show... its Murdoc here. if you couldn't tell just by listening to my succulent sounding voice..."

He continued on. Talking about how he was trapped on a deserted island, with no one to keep him company besides a "dim witted blue haired cretin." He was hosting a radio show obviously. And he was enjoying it.

"Ill be playin some music for you guys that I will be conveniently talking over for the majority of it aha, lucky you."

He grabbed a record and gently placed in on the player.