"AN' STAY THE FUCK OUTTA 'ERE!!" Murdoc screamed in outrage. He'd just kicked out a teenage punk rocker boy out of Kong studios and was now brandishing a barrel shotgun at the back of his head as the frightened youth scrambled for his life across the landfill and through the cemetery, never to return for as long as he lived.
Murdoc, having loaded the shotgun, aimed it at the boy's head and put his finger on the trigger…
"NO, MURDOC-SAN!!" Noodle shrieked, leaping into the path of the shotgun's barrel.
He quickly lowered the gun at the sight of fifteen year-old Noodle. "Cor blimely, Noodle, what the fuckin' 'ell where you thinkin'?!"
"Don't shoot Timothy!!" she yelled at him.
"I wasn't gonna shoot 'im, just graze the back of his 'ead, maybe!" the bassist said in defense. "An' anyways, what the 'ell were ya doin' with 'im in your room?!"
"W-We were…we were just talking!" Noodle protested, turning a violent shade of pink.
"Yeah? Well normally you talk ta someone's ear, not 'is mouth!!"
"It…it just slipped! We were talking, and then we just--"
"Oh, don't gimme that Satan-forsaken bullshit! I know two people snogging when I see it!!"
Noodle turned even pinker when she saw Russel and 2D appear at the studio's doorway.
"I din't 'ear any shots. What 'appened?" 2D asked, scratching his blue head.
Murdoc angrily threw the shotgun on the ground. "Noodle stopped me 'fore I could snipe that lil' bugger!!"
Russel stepped in to calm the bassist. "Okay Muds, just chill for a second. They're teenagers; so what if they have a little kiss? It's not gonna kill anybody."
"Only that lil' wanker, if he knows what's good for 'im!"
"Leave Timothy alone! If you want to punish someone, punish me! I'm the one who invited him over!" Noodle blurted out.
Murdoc rounded on her, with fire in his mismatched eyes. "All righ' then, I think I will! Noodle, you're grounded! No more Tamagotchi, or Poke-ee-mon, or whatever the hell you call it for a week! An' definitely NO MORE BOYS!"
Noodle promptly burst into tears. "I hate you, Murdoc-san, I hate you!! You're a bad man!!"
She pushed past the members and their stunned faces, racing to her room and slamming the door as hard as she could.
"Now you've done it." Russel called over his shoulder as he headed for Noodle's room.
"What'd I do?!" Murdoc protested. "She said I could punish 'er, an' that's what I did!! She can't be mad at me!!"
"Well, ya did make 'er cry." 2D pointed out.
"Shut up, you lil' fu--"
Noodle's Room
Sobbing, Noodle buried her face into Russel's shirt as he sat on the edge or her bed, which was sinking dangerously.
"It's n-not f-fair!!" she cried. "I didn't do anything wrong!"
"Of course not, Noods." He reassured her. "Murdoc is, uh…just a little too overprotective."
She looked up at him with her tear-stained. "No, he's not! He's just mean! He doesn't want me to have a life. He doesn't want me to have love. He wants me to be his little personal guitarist forever!"
As she said these words, as well as pictured them in her head, her tears of sorrow and confusion grew into tears of anger and hate.
"I wish something bad would happen to him." She whispered hatefully.
Russel heard her. "No, Noodle! Don't say things like that! You can't mean it!"
"But I do! I wish he could feel the pain I feel right now! That's why I wish something bad would happen to him!"
Russel sighed. "Noodle, Murdoc is just worried about you. He doesn't want you to make the same mistakes he did when he was your age. That's why he chased off your boy. He just wants you to love someone who loves you back equally, not someone whom you just met today."
Noodle matched her eyes for his. "How do you know what he wants for me? Did he tell you?"
"Well, uh…no, not exactly--"
"I knew it. Please leave, Russel-san. I would like to be alone for a bit."
Not wanting to argue further with the emotional teen, Russel quickly took to his heels and left the room.
yay! the first part is done with, but hold on!! it gets better!! watch for next chapter!!
(i know Noodle sounds really emo in this part, but whatever. she's a teen, and that can only mean raging hormones, right?)