Green and white-colored capsules clanking in an orange bottle and the dull sound of cranking metal is all Stuart Pot hears anymore besides the rasping of his own breath in this small, compact bedroom.

There are no windows here except for one, but it does not filter through warm light; rather, it reveals a murky grey-green liquid that poses as the ocean. It hides rubbish and the occasional dead fish that floats on by. He does not find this place in any shape or form, comforting, nor will his persistent headache ever reside, so he is left here in this underwater room to sit, squeamish and frightened of the window that sits above his bed which reveals the beastly shape of a whale's eye, pinpointing 2D's location and haunts the grown man constantly. This is a guard set up from Murdoc, to keep watch on the vocalist and to stay sure he will not escape the imprisonment on the island.

I don't know what I need watching for. I've got nowhere to go, nobody to keep me company, and absolutely no idea of my current whereabouts other than the fact that I'm sealed up on this rotting landmass called "Plastic Beach" in the middle of nowhere.

The blood pounding in 2D's ears worsened and he unscrewed the tiny bottle in his hands, popping several of the pills into his mouth, not caring to count how many painkillers he already had today.

Doesn't matter-the pain won't go away until I sleep and forget everything anyway.

Screwing the cap back on, 2D was left to his silent thoughts again and began to think about Noodle and Russel.

"Did it hurt, Noodle…? Is dying what ev'ryone finks ih is? Is ih hor'fying, or is ih like fallin' asleep?"

He reeled his thoughts back before he choked out a whimper. His throat had collapsed in on itself and it felt like a steel needle had pricked at his heart. He sucked in another breath before whimpering quietly, "Where'd ya go, Russ…? 'Thought you were s'posed to take care o' 'er…"

A loud moan came from the window and echoed through the water outside. Stuart glanced behind him and caught sight of the window, the curtains drawn back and revealing the filthy shade of grey. He whipped his head back around, his black eyes wide with fear and instinctively crawled away, clinging to the soft draperies. He fumbled and tugged at them, but it was too late. A large black eye moved into the center of the glass and glared at mortified man.

Squealing with fear, he tugged harder at the shades and once the window was successfully hidden, he was left to himself, shuddering and holding his legs to his chest, fearful of the giant creature.

He stayed that way, curled in the fetal position on his bed for the next twenty minutes, wishing the beast away and to forget the presence that patrolled the waters outside his room. That massive beast lurked outside and never left, but 2D wished the damn thing did. He figured it was soulless and plotted to kill the poor guy.

Struggling with his thoughts on his bed, he picked his head up and thumped it on his pillow repeatedly.

All I want is the people I love to come back and be safe. The band is what kept all of us together and sane, not torn apart and halfway loaded on a god-forsaken island made up of garbage and foul-smelling paint. I know Murdoc only wants to stay here so he can keep me imprisoned to continue the band away from the danger that Noodle had faced, but what's Gorillaz without Russ and Noods?

Blimey, that stupid robot that Murdoc created before he took me here is nothing and never will be like Noodle. She was her own self, not a death-trap electrical socket with ammunition and weapons hidden down her throat. She was an amazing guitarist, not to mention beautiful and a one-of-a-kind gal who came to us in a Fed-Ex box when she was ten. Ever since she was shipped from Japan, we were all she had. And when she grew older, she escaped on our Windmill Island, away from Feel Good Inc.; she was free.

But what's freedom when you're prosecuted for it?

Freedom isn't free…Freedom is a lie, and living in London was only temporary due to the fact that I was gassed and shipped to this island all thanks to Murdoc. So what's "freedom" to any of us anymore?

A satanic bass player, my mate, Murdoc Niccals and a sperm whale paid to keep watch over me at all times, but I believe Muds only did it to scare me- that's all I got! Cruel isn't it?

Being on the mass of rubbish for weeks has left its toll on the young man and he's grown to accept the loneliness. A grumpy old Murdoc and an assortment of gory zombie movies were all he had besides the guard outside his window. Don't think about the whale...!

Grumbling out a curse, Stuart pushed his body up and pressed his free hand to his temple before willing his body to stand and within seconds, he was on two feet and walking amid the dirty mess of his room.

Piles of clothes, a keyboard, multiple cardboard boxes, and - ,"oh shit!"- an electric cable for the lava lamp beside his bed that he'd just tripped over, were strewn randomly around the room. Posters of all sorts were taped to the walls and large collectibles from an assortment of different countries huddled in the dark corners of the room.

"Freedum? Wos tha'? I ain' got freedum… Not anymo'…"

The tall, lanky man shuffled his feet to his dresser which had unread novels, sheet music he'd written with Murdoc, cable extensions and a small package of butterscotch candy that was halfway dumped onto the flat surface of the furniture. Sitting at the edge, closest to the blue-haired 2D, was a package of cigarettes almost empty. He took this and clutched it numbly, ignoring the candy and the other junk that piled around his bedroom.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Stuart felt his pockets for his lighter and punched the button on the wall besides him. A sharp metal squeaking followed with a pool of light that entered the room, opened up the door to the elevator. 2D stepped inside and let it take him to the surface, where he then lazily trudged out and past the ignorant pelican and seagull that sat, unbothered by the man, on the steel railing of the stairs.

He made his way down to where the grimy water lapped at the eroded pink plastic, pulled out one of the last cigarettes and lit it before he sat beneath one of the palm trees that loomed over the small peninsula that jutted out of the island.

2D leaned his head back against the bark of the tree, which provided ample shade from the strikingly hot sun sweltering above. Being stoned from the overdose of pills, it was hard keeping focus without his vision blurring at the sides or completely closing in and pulling you down into a comatose. So Stuart lounged back against the tree and continued his thoughts on freedom and the band members that were long gone.

Once his cigarette was finished, he put it out and began to be lulled asleep to the sound of the waves until he heard a loud roar of water crashing against the ocean farther out. He peeked his dark, hollow eyes open, taking his view to the strange sound and found a blurry structure of a massive brown head on the horizon, almost like an imagined lump several miles out to sea.

Perhaps it was a tourist ship. Perhaps it was a rescuer. Or maybe it was a mirage or just the drugs kicking in with an extra side effect of illusions.

Shrugging it off, his nap pursued and soon, 2D was dragged down into the dark waves of unconsciousness.

Author's Note:

This is my first Gorillaz fanfic. I'm nervous about all of this and how it'll play out, but I honestly hope you guys liked it. I know…It's a slow start…

I don't like lemony stories. But I add fluff in some places. So be prepared. It's a noodlex2D story…

I don't' own Gorillaz.