Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz (tear)… but I do own this story (Yay!)

Author's Note: I apologize in advance for really bad romance scenes. I am only 12 and have not experienced anything on that part, so, I am really sorry for that. Not a one shot, story still in progress. Please R&R and tell me how I can make this and other stories better! Enjoy!

2D's Decision

"Dullard!"

"No! I didn' mean to!" a scared 2D whined.

"Tha' don't matter any mo'. Ya still did it! How do ya accidentally lock Cortez in the basement?" questioned a rather pissed off Murdoc.

"I don'… I didn' mean… wah!" 2D had lost track of where he was going and ran into a wall at the end of a corridor. "Please… don' 'urt me", the keyboardist whimpered, nose bleeding from hitting the wall.

"You should 'ave thought a' that before ya left Cortez down there with those lil' Demons!"

"I… I… I didn' mean teh", stammered the wet-eyed singer, who was also surprised that Murdoc hadn't done anything yet. Usually the bassist would lecture him while beating him up, not before.

"Do you 'ave any idea how long 'ill take teh grow 'is feathers back?"

(Long Pause)

"Why 'avin't ya done anyfink yet?"

"Wha'? Ya want teh beat ya?" Murdoc asked. In truth, he had been lost in thought. Seeing young Stuart Tusspot there, whimpering, preparing for the blow he always got, but wouldn't get. It awakened a memory that Murdoc had tried to drink away, to forget. A memory of his first beating, of when he was a child, which anger and revenge hadn't consumed…

"What the 'ell?" whispered 2D. "So you ain't gonna…? Well, um… 'ey, is somfink wrong Mudds?" His eyes had glazed over.

"No, I'm fine", said Murdoc in a horse whisper. He was remembering rapidly now…

"Daddy, stop!" Murdoc's father was in a drunken rage. "Please, I ain't done nothin' !"

"Come 'ere ya little bugga' !" yelled his father. Murdoc quickly ran into the hallway, desperately trying to get the bathroom door open so he could lock himself in. He couldn't get it open, so he kept running until he got to the end of the hallway. Slowly, he started backing up against the wall, waiting for something horrible to happen.

His father hit him in the nose, hard. It broke in several different places and bled onto his crinkled shirt. Trying desperately to cover himself from the blows, he fell to the floor, unconscious.