This is the new and improved Chapter One! Updated on 10/16/2013

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Ya know..I usually would start the day with the usual inner-monolouge:

Life sucks…this sucks...everything sucks.

But no sir! Not today.

Today had turned out amazingly, in almost every way. I actually have money to pay the rent on time and food to eat. I actually caught the bus on time and I got a job at the local bar as a cage dancer. That was the perks of my job-An old disco like dance club, where the dancers actually wear clothes, you were there to dance, and no one could touch you.

Now...I'm a girl of simple wants and simple tastes.

All I wanted to do was to take my dog, a large Great Dane, on a long walk through the city, a few rounds threw the nearby park and back in time for a long bath. My dog McTwisp, Mic for short, is large for a puppy, only being a year old and already up to my waist. He was a good dog, even though he was a massive beast. The poor thing had been left at my door when he was only three months old. I've raised him, trained him, and I love him like a mother would its child.

We were on our walk, jogging down the dark streets and dodging the rare pedestrians that we sprinted by. He barked excitedly, seeing the park up ahead and sped up. Once we got to the park, Mic threw himself down and started rolling around in the soft grass, panting heavily. I sighed, wiping some sweat from my forehead as I plopped down next to him.

The sky swirled above us, the clouds slowly becoming darker by the minute. I knew that it was going to start sprinkling in a little while, but I couldn't even try to pry Mic away from his grass rolling game. I stretched out on the grass, cracking my back in a refreshing way. I suddenly heard something shifting in the grass behind us. Mic's ears perked straight up and he let out a deep growl. I hushed him, patting his head.

"Now, now Mic…it's late. No one's supposed to be here at this time of night." I recalled, seeing the 'No visitors after 9:00' sign bolted to the gate doors of the park that Mic and I blatantly ignored. The sign didn't mean much if the park gate doors were unlocked and wide open.

That's practically asking for hoodlums to come right on in.

Mic slowly calmed down, laying back down into the grass and stretching out his long hind legs. Another sound came from behind us, causing Mic's fur to stand on end. I stood slowly, my hands balling into fists as I watched two shadows emerge from the jumbled mass of grass, weeds and bushes.

Two medium sized men slowly crept out of the shadowed brush. Both the men wore all black clothes and wore large black trench coats. I couldn't see any weapons in their hands, but the bulging of their trench coats, especially around their waists, told me that they were packing some kind of heat. One man was bald, with an ugly scowl and black glasses. He looked like he was rather bored, his lips pulled down in a lazy frown. The second man was blond and had angry cobalt blue orbs. This man looked like he was out to rip someone's lungs out and that he'd been taking some kind of drugs for a few years. The bald one stepped forwards causing me to bounce back in a slight panic. Mic jumped up as the blonde man stepped forward as well, a violent snarl falling from my puppy's lips.

"That 'er?" The bald man said, poorly attempting to whisper to his friend. The blonde man was silent and only nodded his head once.

"But she an 'Amer'cian!" The bald man seemed repulsed, and I sneered at him. Out of all the things he could have insulted me about, he went straight for the citizenship? How the hell could he even tell I'm American? Annoyed and more than a little frightened, I started looking around to see if there was a large stick I could use to beat the crap out of him with.

"Who cares. She's the one, which mean that fur ball is the one we want." The blond hissed, nodding towards my dog and I. I took a nervous step back, which made McTwisp step in front of me in a guarding stance.

"Screw off!" I said, grabbing McTwisp's red leash and began to slowly and cautiously step back. The blond man grinned, as if he could feel my fear. Quickly, the blonde whipped out his gun from his waistband and pointed the weapon at my head.

"'Aye girl! Stay where 'ya are." The blonde commanded, stepping closer with his bald partner in crime. My chest tightened, as I gave Mic the signal to attack.

"Ni." I said, snapping his leash off. My massive hound went rocketing towards the blond gunman. Mic bit the blonde man around the arm and used his brute strength to drag him to the ground. The bald man sighed, and pulled out his own gun. Fear broke out in my heart.

He was going to shoot my baby!

Terrified, a hundred different scenarios ran through my mind. The only thing I could think of doing was to run at the bald man. Just as I began to run, a hand grabbed my wrist and stopped me. A gun shot blasted through the air, making me scream and jump. I spun around, my wrist burning, expecting to see my dead dog slumped in the grass. To my surprise, the bald man was staggering on the ground, blood seeping from his shoulder.

I jerked around to see who was holding onto my wrist. It was a large man wearing a bright yellow baseball cap. He had white eyes, all white, not a pupil in sight. His skin was dark brown and his muscles and stomach were larger than life.

One of the men next to him was holding up a smoking pistol. The shooter had dark peachy green skin and shaggy black hair. He had one black eye and one salmon colored eye, but they both held a wicked looking glint. He was glaring at the wounded man, cocking the pistol in his hand. The green skinned man was tall, but that was because he was wearing large cuban heels.

Another man was with them, a man whose eyes were the exact opposite of the large man holding me. The third man's eyes were totally and completely black. He really didn't…have eyes. It looked like he just had two black holes where his eyes should be. His void eyes were partially hidden by spiked, azure blue locks. He was massively player tall, was skinnier than a rail, and his skin seemed way too pale to be healthy

"Call off yer mutt." The green skin man spat. I nervously called off Mic, keeping my eyes on the man with the gun. Just because these three new guys obviously weren't with blondie and baldy, that doesn't mean that they're not planning on hurting me. Mic happily trotted over to me, ignorant of the blood that lathered his coat. I patted his head, as the blond man sat up, groaning.

"Muh'doc...Whazzit ya want?" The bald man growled, cupping his torn open shoulder. The green skinned man, Murdoc, grinned sadistically, showing some wicked sharp teeth.

"Just doin' the lord a favor." He growled, a smirk crossing his face.

"Sonova bitch." The bald man grunted, standing up shakily.

"We need that tart!" Blondie barked, stiffly standing up and holding his torn up arm.

"Satan says otha'wise. 'E needs her ta finish training tha' Cerberus." Murdoc said, pointing a gun at the two darkly dressed men. The two cowered away slightly, practically terrified of the green skinned man. I blinked, looking at the group of men, then back to Mic. The three new men didn't seem to want to hurt me, but what was with all this Satan talk.

"Cerberus?" I questioned, as the large man that grabbed my wrist now had a good grip on my arm.

"Come on. Let's get outta here. " The large man said softly, tugging at my arm. Nervous and somewhat reluctant, I slowly followed the large man with Mic following close behind us. We walked out of the park gates and down the street. Parked crookedly by the sidewalk was a door less Jeep. It was painted camouflage colors and had a large white star painted on the hood. There was a small moving trailer hooked up to the back of the Jeep, which made me a little nervous.

Was he gonna try and shove my body in that trailer?

The large man gestured to the backseat and gave me his hand to help me get into the Jeep. Mic barked and hopped in right after me and sat on the floor by my feet. The car was a little dirty and the seats were sticky, like someone had spilled soda and hadn't cleaned it up. The large man jumped into the back with us awkwardly, obviously waiting for the other two men to return.

"So…you from America?" He asked, a New York accent thick in his throat. I nodded, as he offered me his ham sized hand to shake.

"Albany, New York." I managed to whisper, shaking the man's callused hand.

"Brooklyn, New York." He smiled, nodding his head.

"Shayne."

"Russel."

That conversation wasn't long lasting. Nervously, I looked around the Jeep hoping for something that would catch my attention. Russel felt my nervous energy too and preoccupied himself by scratching Mic behind his ears. Suddenly, shots were heard. I turned towards the shots and Mic's ears perked up, but Russel didn't seem shocked. The gun shots rang out into the night, but no one came out onto the street to investigate. A few minutes later, the sound of approaching footsteps made me grab onto Mic's collar. The noises turned out to be Murdoc and the blue haired man leaving the park. The green skinned man and blue haired man came out of the gate and climbed into the Jeep.

"This is Murdoc and 2D." Russel said softly, as Murdoc sped us through the streets, going through stop lights and signs.

"Should I tell her…or should you Muds?" Russel asked calmly. Murdoc sneered at him through the rear view mirror, but nodded his head.

"Ya tell 'er mate." He said, speeding down towards the street that was slowly becoming more familiar to be. I felt my feet nervously tapping the floor of the car. Whatever they had to tell me didn't sound so great. Russel was calm though, which thankfully calmed me down.

"Now...Shayne...this is gonna sound wild. Hhm...first off: there is a Devil and a Hell." Russel said, laying one of his giant hands on my shoulders. I felt my mouth drop open and I looked towards the front of the car to see if the other men, Murdoc and 2D, were laughing. Is this supposed to be a joke?

"The gates of Hell are guarded by a dog. The original dog was named Cerberus, the famous three headed dog. Every 1,000 years, the old guard dog dies. The current guard dog is getting old, and a year ago or so Satan decided that a new dog was to be born and raised." Russel continued, not missing a beat. A part of me didn't believe him, but he didn't crack once.

"There's a little…snag though. The guard dog has to be trained by a kind soul." Russel said, his hand squeezing my shoulder. The light pressure brought me out of my thoughts.

"Isn't that kind of hypocritical? A kind person training the dog that's meant to guard hell?" I interrupted, causing short, even laughs to come from Murdoc.

"Ya don't question tha' dark lord babe." Murdoc coughed, pulling into the parking garage of my apartment building.

How the hell do these people even know where I live?!

"Anyways." Russel coughed, recalling the end of the story. "You and your dog are the new guard dog and trainer. There's a group of people who're after us because somebody screwed them over. They're also after you because they want the new guard dog. We owed the big guy down there a favor. We're your...bodyguards of sorts." Russel said as Murdoc turned off the engine and turned off the Jeep lights. Russel opened the door and held it open for me.

"C'mon, you gotta pack." Russ said, helping me out of the Jeep. Murdoc and 2D stayed in the car with Mic as Russ and I entered my apartment. I didn't own much, seeing as I only owned a two room apartment. I wrote a quick note to my landlord and slipped it and my key under her door. I told her that there had been a family emergency and that I was in dire straits to leave.

The tiny trailer on the back of the car was soon filled up with all my worldly possessions and we were on the road again. I was more than a little shell shocked, but I have to agree with what they were saying. If they're lying: alright then. That means some crazies tricked me and now have me pegged up in their house. But if they're telling the truth: I'm going to be killed without them watching over me.

After a long, silent car ride, we pulled up to a creepy looking mansion, the words 'KONG' on the top of the back metal gates. We quickly drove through what looked like a graveyard, towards the large building.

"Welcome to Kong Studios: home of the Gorillaz." Murdoc laughed, as I took in a breath of awe at the sheer size of Kong Studios. I gagged as soon as I took the breath, a retched odor invading my senses. The offending smell was so over powering that I could taste it! It was taking over my other senses. I found where the smell was coming from, a dump around the backside of the house. Still grossed out by the smell, I quickly covered my mouth.

We pulled into a massive parking garage, the heavy automatic doors slamming shut behind us as we parked. Sports cars, motorcycles and exotic vehicles filled the garage, with a large trailer parked in the middle of it all.

"If ya need me, I'll be in me Winnebago." Murdoc slurred, staggering towards the trailer. He jerked the door open and stumbled in before slamming the door of the trailer, the large home shaking back and forth violently. Russel, 2D, Mic, and I got out of the Jeep, stretching our cramped legs. Russel sighed, grabbing one of my moving boxes out of the hitched up trailer and began to carry it inside.

"Come on Shayne! I'll show ya to your room." Russel said calmly, as Mic trotted behind him. I turned to ask 2D if he was coming inside, but he seemingly vanished into thin air. The only way out of the garage was the automatic door, which was shut, and the door that lead into Kong Studio's, which Russel was standing in front of.

Odd.

I grabbed another box and followed Russel through the door and down a short hallway. At the end of the hallway was a flight of stairs and an elevator. The doors of the elevator were spray painted, a rather familiar looking logo. 'GORILLAZ' was spelt in big letters in the center of the doors.

"Wait…GORILLAZ! Russle! Like the band Gorillaz?!" I cried

"Aha! Great to see you're a fan!" He cheered, as the elevator doors opened up. We talked about the band's music the whole elevator ride. We stepped out of the elevator and Russel led me down a very long hallway to a bright green door.

"This'll be your room. Noodle an' I cleaned it up for ya'." Russel said, turning the knob and opening the door for me. The scent of fresh sheets and cleaners hit me like a breeze, making me sigh. As much as I liked my old apartment, the apartment building was in a shitty part of town. I stepped into my new room, my eyes wide with surprise.

The room was very nice; each wall was a different shade of blue. When I looked up, I noticed that the ceiling painted to look like the sky. I thanked Russel profusely, who blushed a bright red. Smiling, the large man gave me a map of Kong Studios and warned me about going out alone at night. It was late, so Russel went to bed and left me to my own devises.

Mic laid down happily in his dog bed that I had placed right beside my bed. My massive beast watched me as I slowly began unpacking my bags and boxes. I put my clothes away into the large closet and put my books, DVD's, and CD's on the tall book shelf.

I sighed, finally flopping down onto my bed after I unpacked most of my belongings.

"Oh McTwisp…why do you have to be a hell hound?" I asked playfully, earning a snort from the pup. I managed to drag myself off the comfortable bed and shut the lights off. After a second thought, I locked my door. Russel seems nice, but I still don't totally believe these guys. The story just seemed too wild. I appreciate them inviting me into their home, but something seemed…off to me. My gut told me to believe this wild story, but my brain was having a hard time wrapping around all the insane details.

Frustrated, and feeling a headache coming on, I tossed myself back onto the bed. I didn't bother to change my clothes as I rolled underneath the comforter and into the cool sheets. Just as my mind began shutting down for sleep, a thought crossed my mind.

Where did 2D go off to?