(Prologue)
It was nearing sunset, the colors of the sky fading into the cool colors of blue. Street lights lit up and paved the way for street rats that scavenged the roads for morsels of food, and for higher-class workers hurrying to their families from their jobs.
Out on the bay, however, was a dock; peaceful waters rhythmically moving back and forth around the wooden poles that stood in the dark depths.
This water was disrupted, opening up to a large submarine. Out in the distance, water cascaded down another figure that protruded from the water; an abnormally large man surfacing from the waves and revealing a smooth, bald head.
Just as the man revealed himself, the escape hatch on the sub opened up to a green-skinned man with black stubble lining his jaw. Sitting atop his head was a sailor's cap and in his mouth was a small wooden pipe.
"Ahh, England. Nevah felt happier to see the mainland again. Oy, looks like Russ had a nice swim in that shitty ocean," the man cackled, nodding at the giant standing waist-deep in the sludge.
"Whales… large, scary fings… teef and awl… I fink I'm gonna be sick, Muds…"
The green-skinned man glanced away from the shoreline and looked to the submarine to see a blue-haired man crawling out on all fours, his own face a discolored green accompanying a grimace. Strapped to the top of his head was a clown mask and his un-kept hair stuck out in all directions.
The bluenette dry-heaved over the side of the boat and another person appeared from the submarine.
A woman in a short, white dress rimmed with red ribbon, climbed from the hatch and stepped onto the dock, accompanying the man with the sailor hat. "2D, it's fine. We're on the mainland and the whale is long-gone. Don't fret over something that isn't there anymore, Toochie."
Her purple hair swished over her shoulders as she turned her head back to the other man pacing the dock.
"Murdoc, you've come up with a plan for this, yeah? 'Cause if we stay out here in the open for too long, we will be found…"
Her hushed whisper was urgent as her eyes flicked from the sandy beach to the endless waters that were darkening as the sun was no longer visible in the distance.
"We'll be fine Noodle, just… stay here and get all of the gear ready. I'll go and find a cab or something that'll get us near a hotel; just keep an eye on the Dullard, he's nearly vomited what's left of his brains."
Murdoc adjusted his cap and set off, walking coolly down the harbor up to the roads that neared the view of the polluted beaches.
Noodle looked back to 2D who was sprawled out on the wet surface of the metal, groaning. Floating beside him was a collection of tan and crimson chunks that slowly sunk; the man had vomited for the fourth time that day, his fears overcoming his nerves and affecting his nausea.
The woman fixed her feline mask that hid a portion of her face, lifting it above her head. She then noticed another person coming from the opening of the sub.
It was a copy of herself; a cloned Noodle of when she was sixteen. Murdoc had built her when the real Noodle had been deemed dead from the accident on her refuge, Windmill Island.
Although it'd been years since the disappearance of Noodle, Russel, the band's drummer, had left too, in hopes to fix his own personal issues with paranormal troubles in his head. It was said that his ghost-friend, Del, who possessed him, was exorcised from him and it was a difficult goodbye for the drummer to cope with.
In these years that they both had been gone, Murdoc, their bassist, came with the plan to replace them with a cyborg that looked like the spitting-image of Noodle. It was a slave, a body-guard, a guitar player, melodica player, and drummer who attended to every command the satanic bassist ordered.
Seeing a mirror of herself, Noodle was sometimes shaken up and bothered; Murdoc replaced half of his band and didn't care to look for her. The importance of the band exceeded the real Noodle's protection and presence.
Although this infuriated Noodle, she decided to wave it off, as Murdoc was ornery and ignorant like that ever since the day she met the drunken Satanist. He rarely cared about a thing besides money, women, alcohol and of course, his band, Gorillaz.
Noodle eyed the robot that carried numerous boxes of luggage and band equipment out of the underwater ship and out onto the pier, it's moves orderly and precise.
She passed by the mounds of baggage and jumped back onto the ship, standing over the man who's face was welcomed to the smooth metal besides the edge of the water.
The young Asian woman crouched down and lugged the man up, supporting him with his arm around her shoulders. "Come on, Toochie. Let's get you settled on some stable ground, get some 7Up and find you a few Tums…"
(Author's Note)
Short. I know. But it's a nice intro for this new story I'm coming up with.
I have a previous story. It is the prequel to this one, called, "Don't You Worry Love". I recommend that you check that one out first so you know what all is happening. But, I'm sure if you skip it, this would be nice by itself too.
I'd really appreciate it if I could hear your thoughts about the intro to this. It's a vague chapter, but I'm skipping over too much detail. I'm getting on with the point of the story rather than rambling on about how the sea and the sunset look.
How do you like the tempo of the story? Do you like the narrative point of view or would you like to see a first-person aspect?
I'm hoping to not be TOO quick on the updates… I need time to check over for errors, and I'm in desperate need for a betareader. If you'd like to do that for this story, PM me for more details. I've never had a betareader, nor do I know the details of it all, so I need to be introduced.
On with the Author's Note; I don't own Gorillaz.