Colorful sailors washed up on the shore
Caught up on bad times
Spider in the ditch, she saw it all
Went to train, ride to dance
Colorful sailors washed up on the shore
Met up on violence
Spider in the ditch, she saw it all
World has fall on bad times

~ The Joplin Spider - Gorillaz

2D shivered and his fingers stumbled as he tried to place the already lit cancer stick into his mouth.
He could hear them upstairs.
Every crash and gunshot.
It always set him on edge.
His eyes were white with fear as he looked up at his ceiling.
This had been going on for quite some time.
This fight seemed to be more brutal than usual.
Any minute now he was expecting Murdoc to come down and beat him to release frustration
or come down seeking some sort of medical attention.
Sometimes when he was hurt badly he would ask the singer to help him.
He never understood why he obliged, but he always did.
Sometimes Cyborg didn't know what to do.
2D never understood why the bassist didn't program her to know how to dress wounds.
It always scared the singer half the death.
The possibility that one day he'd go upstairs and Murdoc would be dead...
He wanted to get out of here so badly.
So badly it almost made him explode with anxiety.
He didn't even understand why the older man kept him here.
The album had been released a while back.
Now 2D was tinkering with his own machines and making music himself.
It was one of the only things that calmed him down.
He couldn't keep himself completley calm on medication and smoking alone.
He would also become more calm once he heard the attacks slowing down.
2D could feel it now.
Could feel the fight coming to an end.
A part of him felt relief, but he also felt fear.
Fear of what state Murdoc was in.
Even if Murdoc was okay, he wouldn't be.
No matter what, there would always be blood.
Someone would be bleeding by the end of the night.
He stared at his door as it flung open startling him and making him drop his fag.

"M-m-murdoc? Issat yew?"

"Shut yo' fuckin' mouth. I didn' ask you to speak."

"I-I was jus' checkin'..."

Murdoc walked forward and smacked him hard across the face.
2D's head flung sideways due to the impact making him whimper.

"M-mudz... jus' wanna know if yo' okay..."

"Shut t'e fuck up faceache!"

He grabbed at his hair and yanked his head back.

"You fuckin' speak when I say to!"

2D's eyes started to water.
His head started to ache again.
He was so tired of this cycle.
Being worried about Murdoc then having him come down and beat him.

"T-tosser!"

Murdoc shoved him back and punched him hard in the face.
2D grabbed at his nose as it started to bleed checking to see if it was broken.
Luckily it wasn't.

"Now...I came down to talk to you about somethin'."

2D nodded slowly trying slow down the bleeding.

"When we finally get off t'is island I'm gonna get questioned quite a bit."

"And?"

"AND I need you to keep yo' fuckin mouth shut."

2D looked up at Murdoc in slight confusion.

"Everyone knows abou' yew kidnappin' me an' beatin' me an' -"

"No! I dun' gve a shit about tha'! I mean t'e sailors an' pirates."

"Wot' 'bout 'em?"

"Well...you've seen 'em..."

2D looked down and shook his head making his hair fall in his face.
He zoned out for a bit as he tried to hide his horror.
He didn't want to recall the times he'd seen the results of these attacks.

"'Ello? Faceache?"

"T'e bodies keep washin' up on t'e shore...island now smells like death..."

Murdoc stared at him in silence.
2D's nosebleed finally ended, much to his relief.

"An' you'll keep yo' fat mouth shut 'bout it, right?"

"'Bout wot? 'Bout me watchin' yew murder people?"

"I call it self defense."

"No...yew're killin' people...I've watched people die on yo' hands..."

"An' you'll shut t'e fuck up about it!"

"Murdoc...I dunno if I can..."

The satanst grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him forward.

"What?!"

"Murdoc aftah awl yew've done to me...to Noodle an' Russel...I can't jus' cover fo' yew!"

"You can an' you will!"

"No! I fuckin' won't! People 'ave died! You've got blood on yo' 'ands!"

"An' your blood will be nex' if you don't shut yo' fuckin' trap!"

"Yew won' kill me!"

"You've seen me kill t'ose people out t'ere. Don' think I won't murder you too."

2D looked at Murdoc's blank expression.
He couldn't believe it.
How serious he was.

"Y-yew're a fuckin' monster!"

Murdocs fist collided with 2D's face once more causing his nosebleed to start again.
He then shoved the singer against a wall.

"You want to see a monster?! I'll show you one!"

Murdoc smacked 2D hard once more causing the already red mark to grow darker.
He needed 2D to fear him. How else was he supposed to control him?
2D couldn't fight back. He wouldn't fight back.
He just accepted it. Accepted that Murdoc was gong to beat him.
Mark him over and over until he agreed.
Suddenly, Murdoc head butted him making the pianist collapse onto the ground.
He then kicked at his sides.

"Wanker!"

Murdoc kicked harder.
2D swore he could feel his ribs breaking one by one.
He cried out in pain knowing there would be no help.
Help never came.
He could feel his blood pooling around him.
The life slowly being beaten out of him.
His eyes were shutting slowly as Murdoc continued to kick at him.
Slowly, he passed out.