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Slip Out The Back
By Isawthatday

 


Slip out the Back

?Gorillaz: Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett

?”Slip out the Back” lyrics: Fort Minor/Mr. Hahn

No FLAMES!

ONE SHOT

You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life tried to make it through my day so I could sleep at night…

Paula sighed and rubbed her forehead while nursing her other hand, she stared down at her boozed out boyfriend. She'd returned home from work to find him passed out on the couch with a bottle of booze (mostly all of it was on him) and a lit cigarette in his mouth. She'd grabbed the cig as the tip fell burning her hand but saving the boozed covered man from a painful death. All she wanted to do was sleep peacefully one night without worrying about him! Sure she loved him but…sometimes she regretted going out with him. She had to play mother more than girlfriend for the mentally slow man, especially now after his accidents that took out both of his eyes.

Tried to figure out my way through the maze of rights and wrongs, but like you used to say `Nothing feels like it's really worth it'

She looked at their answering machine and saw that there was a message, she pressed the play button not even trying to be silent Stu-Pot could sleep through a nuclear war, a marching band, and a tap dancing elephant these days. Her nose wrinkled when the voice of Murdoc drifted from the machine ordering Stu-Pot to call him ASAP with the answer to his question. She hit delete. Swearing to block his number some how.

Forget perfect, I'm trying not to be worthless since I last saw you I been lookin' for a purpose…

She walked to the room she shared with Stu-Pot enjoying the gentle darkness that embraced her as she walked into the room. She side stepped a keyboard Stu had left lying around but ended up tripping over her guitar, she fell hard on her butt cursing.

`What the hell? I left this on the stand!' she thought picking it up and turning on a nearby lamp to check it for damage. Then it dawned on her. `He's been playing with it again!?'

Well I met this kid who thought like I did he had a weird way of lookin' at it this is what he said

She sighed, there was no point in yelling at him or telling him not to do it he'd do it anyway just like a rebellious teenager. She was about to place it back on the stand nearby when something caught her eye…it was a scratch. She groaned and pulled it closer to see how deep it was and froze…at first it looked as if it was inflicted with the pick but the more she looked at the more she realized it was caused from a finger nail…a sharp finger nail. Her eyes narrowed, Stu-Pot bit his nails down to the cuticles and she only knew one other person who had long nails…

`Murdoc,' she thought venomously.

Now that she thought about it, she had smelled something horrible when she walked into the apartment that hung heavily in the air mixing with Stu-Pot's butter scotch smell.

`Slip out the back before they know you were there and at the worst you'll see nobody cares'…

“Paula? Is zat you?” Came the groggy voice of the trashed man from the living room.

“Yes,” she called. “Did I wake you up?”

She left the guitar on the bed and went to his aid milling over this new find, Stu-Pot swore not to bring that drunk into their apartment!

'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down even heroes know when to be scared…

Stu-Pot sat up rubbing his aching head, she was thankful he hadn't opened his eyes yet she hadn't gotten used to the blackness that consumed his eye after his accident.

Slip out the back before they know you were there and at the worst you'll see nobody cares

He blinked a few times and looked over at her smiling she'd gotten used to a few of his teeth missing that was no problem compared to his empty looking eyes.

“'uess w'at?” he said excitedly like a preschooler about to tell his mother he'd learned the alphabet.

“W'at?” she asked sitting down next to him.

The grin increased: “I joined a band!”

If he expected her to jump up and down and hug him he would be severely disappointed. He didn't wait for her to reply simply rushed on.

“I get ta play de keyboard! And I'm tha singer!”

'Cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down even heroes know when to be scared

“Stu-Pot,” she said cutting him off in the middle of his happy jabbering. “Whose band is this?”

“Murdoc's `o course,” he said his smile fading slightly when he realized she didn't look happy at all. “W'ats wrong?”

“Stu! You know how I feel about him!”

He jerked back like she'd slapped him: “I…I'm sorry, I was jus' so `appy that som'one needed me…”

She felt her heart sink: “Stu, I need you, and I am happy for you its just…Murdoc hurt you…”

It was Stu-Pot's turn to get mad and cut her off: “'E didn't `urt me! `E saved me life!”

I don't remember where I met him or remember his name but he walked funny like he was too big for his frame just over five foot but he weighed a buck fifty and what he said just seemed so right it stuck with me…

Paula looked at him in total shock: “What are you talking about he nearly killed you! TWICE!”

His black eyes narrowed: “'E did not!”

She was shaking with rage, wanting to throttle that idiot for taking advantage of Stu-Pot's condition.

“And me name ain't Stu-Pot anymore, its 2D,”

She felt something snap, she was about to storm away and look up his address to strangle the bloody arse hole but 2D spoke again calmer than he was a few moments ago.

“Oh, Paula I told `im you played de guitar and `e said you could be part `o the band as well!”

Listen its like poker you can play your best but you got to know when to fold your cards and take a rest and know when to hold your cards and hold your breath and hope that nobody else is stacking the deck because

She cursed realizing that message on the answering machine must have been old.

“Stuart, I don' know about this…”

“Oh c'mon it'll be fun!”

She couldn't deny him when was like this…

“Alright…I can give it a try…but if I don't like it I'm pulling out.”

Stuart's face lit up: “'eally?! If you don' like it then I'll drop out to.”

I don't need to tell you that life isn't fair, it doesn't care it arbitrarily cuts off your air, and like you I want someone to say its okay but in the truest parts of our hearts everybody's afraid but just underappreciated and overwhelmed

”Murdoc `ays we can move in ta the studio `e bought,” Stu-Pot babbled excitedly. “'E already found a drummer, we're a complete band!”

She forced a smile on her tired face she didn't really want to move anywhere with anyone but if Stu wanted it…

“Alright, when do we start?” she asked with false happiness.

“I'll call `im right now!”

Fighting so hard to hide our fear that were scaring ourselves you understand when I'm saying that you always did but its different in the words of a cowardly kid

They were packing the next day, Murdoc didn't seem to terribly thrilled that Paula agreed to join up after talking briefly to her she got the gist that Stu-Pot blackmailed her into it, saying he wouldn't join unless she did. Apparently she to had been suckered into to it…she wondered if his IQ was really as low as they thought it was. The drummer stopped by to introduce himself he had a hat pulled lower over his eyes and dark sunglasses on, Paula found herself liking him a little he'd seized Stu-Pot by his shirt collar when he started to fall down the stairs and dragged him back to safety.

Slip out the back before they know you were there and at the worst you'll see nobody cares 'cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down even heroes know when to be scared

The bulky dark skinned American drummer helped Stu-Pot pack up he didn't seem to unnerved about Stu's black eye sockets. They found out why later that day when Murdoc arrived to bitch at them about being to slow he hit Russel on the back of the head and knocked both items off of his head. Paula expected the calm man to take the hit without question, she was shocked when he cornered the man swearing to use his upside down cross in a even more unholy way then he already used it for.

Slip out the back before they know you were there and at the worst you'll see nobody cares 'cause you don't wanna be around when it all goes down even heroes know when to be scared

They moved into the studio on top of the hill the next week, Paula wasn't to excited about it the place looked worse then their old apartment. Russel seemed to share her same feelings staring at the building doubtfully.

“Man was you stoned or somethin' when you bought this place?” He demanded rounding the Satanist.

The Satanist growled: “Just be bloody glad I'm lettin' you move in!”

At that moment a pissed off zombie came out of nowhere swinging at his head with a led pipe he side stepped it easily making the thing fall over groaning.

“Oh mind the zombies,” he said stepping on the undead creature as he walked through the door.

The other three had no choice but to follow.

I'm no hero, you remember how I was, you know all I ever did was worry, feeling out of control to the point where everything was going end over end I'm spinning around in circles again

Murdoc mercifully let them pick their own rooms. Russel picked a small room on the third floor one of the few rooms a zombie or something else hadn't taken over. 2D wanted to be close to Murdoc who refused to live in this `Pig pen' with an idiot, a pig, and Bugs bunny. She'd gotten used to his cheap shots at her buck teeth. In the end they agreed the basement would be the best place for them to be.

This is where you come in all of this to explain to you why I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life please remember this isn't how I hoped it would be but I had to protect you from me

She strummed at her guitar attempting to play the complicated tune Murdoc had thrown together for her to use in their first song `Ghost Train'.

“You can't even play an easy tune like that?!” Murdoc roared at her after attempting it for the sixth time.

“EASY!” she yelled right in his face. “THAT'S A BLOODY LAUGH!”

Stuart flinched hearing her upraised voice, she rarely raised her voice especially around him and the only time she did something serious must have happened.

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there I know you felt unprepared
b
ut every single time I was around I just bring you down and I could tell that it was time to be scared

Russel who looked ready to pass out suddenly fell asleep his yellow cap fell to the floor, Stu-Pot moved to grab it but jerked back with a yelp as if it had stung him. They both turned just in time to watch the cap rise off the floor a bluish figure appeared becoming more solid by the second until a blue man floated above Russel's head his arms and legs crossed and the yellow cap in his dread locked hair.

“Yo man give the chick a break,” he said a deep echoing voice.

Paula stared at the ghostly man in horror.

“Russel, why are you so blue?” Stu-Pot asked blankly.

“I'm not Russel you fool! my name is Del the Funky Homosapian. I'm Russel's friend and fellow rapper.”

Murdoc's face split into a grin: “A rapper eh? I gotta deal to make with you.”

She recovered quickly hearing him cutting a deal with a ghost of all things! She stood up throwing the papers in his stupid grinning face and stormed out of the room not looking back. She stayed in her room for the rest of the day avoiding everyone and refusing to come out even to eat. Stu-Pot begged her to talk to Murdoc who was talking loudly about getting rid of her, but she didn't care let him do what he wanted to her! She was sick of his crap. That night she snuck out of the room making sure not to disturb the man sleeping beside her. She walked quietly to the carpark and waited sitting in shadows near the ominous Winnebago.

That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was there and I know the way I left wasn't fair

After what felt like hours the man finally walked out grumbling to himself about needing a maid or something and walked into the studio. She waited a few moments making sure to give him a head start before following him, she knew where he was heading he only entered the studio to eat, record a song, or use the bathroom…she pushed the door open to the bathroom and walked inside sure enough Murdoc was there.

“Oh it's you,” she said sweetly making her voice drip with seduction.

He turned to look at her his scowl deepened when he saw her: “What do you want?”

“You aren't excited to see me?” she asked forging hurt.

He glared suspiciously: “What in Satan's name are you talking about?”

“I'm hurt you didn't pick up on how I felt about you,” She said approaching him slowly making sure that her low cut top exposed a little more of her breast than needed.

His face lit up like a light bulb as he pieced it all together, a wicked grin appeared on his ugly face.

“I may have been a little immature but I didn't want Stu-Pot to pick up on it,” she said forcing down bail that threatened to come up as she touched him gently on the arm tracing his tattoo shyly.

Russel jerked awake and sat up cursing his choice of drink that night, caffeine went right through him! He struggled out of bed and ambled off to the bathroom rubbing his eyes, Del appearing took a lot out of him and caffeine or not he usually passed out shortly after his appearance. He paused at the door hearing two pairs of voices that sounded like Murdoc and Paula.

`No way,' he thought hesitating. `It must be some zombies or demons copying them.'

He pushed the door open and stepped in the scene before him made him want to gag. He forced his sickness down and allowed anger to take over he crossed the room in three strides and grabbed the bassist by the back of the neck pulling him off of 2D's girlfriend. His free hand seemed to have a life of his own as soon as he had a good grip on the man it slammed into his face with a nasty crack as the cartilage shattered. Paula looked at him startled as he dropped a nearly wailing Murdoc to the floor standing over her.

“GET OUT!” he said slowly each word dripped with poison. “NOW.”

She stood up and smiled: “You'll take care of my Stu-Pot right?”

Russel was panting like a winded rhino she thought he'd hit her. Slowly though he let off a jerky nod.

“Thank you,” she turned and walked out of the room smiling secretly to herself as she walked back to her room to pack up…

I didn't want to be around just to bring you down I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care

Well that was the longest short story I've written so far, I hope you enjoyed it was sort of rushed… “Slip out the back” is a long song and I had problems deciding were the lyrics went…I don't expect anyone to read it this far but if you did THANK YOU! I recommend Fort Minor, they are rapped based (and I hate rap) but Fort Minor is amazing! Linkin Park's Mike Shinoda is amazing!

NO FLAMING!

 

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