Okay my lovelies, I wanna thank a few people for the helpful reviews, prettypinkdoodle, thanks for the helpful not-at-all-mean critism, and a big thanks to SaphireSawyer, thanks for reading! And while I've got her name, all readers reading this should first read this, then check out some of her stories, they're pretty good. Okay, you probably don't wanna hear me blabber anymore, so, here's the story! Enjoy! =D

Underground, in a cold, misty room sat the tramatized spiky blue-haired singer. He was huddled in the corner of his bed, shaking. He looked out his window, making sure the horrific whale wasn't around. He hated whales, he feared them. They were way too big, and Murdoc knew this. That's why he stuck 2-D in this room, and he had hired the whale to watch 2-D and freak him out. 2-D sighed with a bit of relief when he saw nothing but water, but also no freedom to be seen. He sighed again and layed on his back. He reached for the cigarette laying on his dresser and grabbed the lighter in his pocket. He lit the end and inhaled deeply, but he had to sit up because he started to cough.

"Ugh, not a good idea." He thought to himself. He continued to inhale on the closet relief he could get, then he shook his head. "I'd kill that bloody Murdoc if I only 'ad the damn strength." He stared out the window, and his thoughts continued. "If it weren't for that bloke, Noodle would still be here."

Flashback

Murdoc came running into the living room to tell everyone what had just crossed his mind.

"Guys! I just thought of what we could do for the El Manana video!" After he had told them, Russel was cracking his knuckles, trying not to punch the bastard Satanist. 2-D was wide-eyed and speechless. He looked over at Noodle. She didn't speak either. She just stared at the crazed Satanist.

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The set was all set up. Noodle was sitting with her legs hanging over the edge of the tiny island. She wore a black-and-white striped shirt with grey-black shorts that weren't exactly short enough to be called short-shorts, but were too short to be regular shorts, and grey-black boots. The director made a hand gesture that signaled the video to start. Music filled the room, 2-D started to sing, and the island containing his best friend slowly drifted away, leaving the black-eyed singer worried.

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2-D stared in horror as the island holding his lil' love suddenly fell to the ground and crash sounds could be heard.

"What the hell is happening?" He heard somebody shout. He couldn't move, he just watched as the island crashed into the ground far below, scraping noises, rumbling, the most horrible sounds 2-D had ever heard. He finally snapped out of it and ran to the director.

"HELP 'ER! IS SHE OKAY? WHAT THE BLEEDING HELL WAS THAT?" 2-D screamed at the poor confused man.

"Um, I...I...I just sent a search team to locate her, but, I... I don't..." 2-D didn't let the man continue his sentence.

"WOT WAS THAT?" The director just stared and shook his head.

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2-D sat in a chair, his heart crushed. He held a cigarette in his left hand, and an almost empty beer can in his other hand. There was a knock on the door, 2-D couldn't move. Murdoc answered the door and a man in a black suit and a blank expression walked in. 2-D stood up.

"Well? Did they find 'er? Is she okay? Tell me, please!" 2-D pleaded. The man sighed and was silent for a few long minutes, until he finally put a hand on 2-D's shoulder and spoke.

"I'm sorry to tell you all that we didn't find anything but a few purple hairs, a ripped shirt, and a broken guitar." His voice was cold as he spoke, but 2-D's heart just got colder. He felt the world fall away as he tipped backwords, landing flat on his back, hitting the ground with a thud, then everything was black.

End of flashback

2-D sighed heavily. He wished that Russel could be here. He would have been able to understand what he was going through, but the only other person around was a damnable Satanist who did nothing but abuse him, and was the cause of his ruined life, his misery, taking his lil' love. It was all his fault, he was the moron who got the idea, no one liked his idea, but he insisted, and now, she was gone, because of that bloke. She was his best friend, his...love. And he had never gotten the chance to tell her how he really felt.

"FACEACHE!" 2-D sighed at the booming yell that pierced his ears, soon the yell, his door was suddenly burst open, and fire blazed in the eyes of the man he hated more than he ever thought he could hate anything, Murdoc Niccals. His kidnapper, his worst nightmare, the one who took Noodle from him, and never so much as apologized, only got meaner. And if that wasn't bad enough, the jerk had replaced his lil' love with a clone machine that looked just like her, but it was a murderous, evil thing. Murdoc yelled again.

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" 2-D inhaled sharply.

"Wot do you mean? I ain't done not'ing!" Murdoc snatched the cigarette from 2-D's fingers. It burned him slightly, but he knew that there was worse to come.

"THESE ARE MY CIGARETTES, YOU WANKER!" Murdoc inhaled on the cigarette and turned his back to leave.

"Sod off, you murderer." 2-D muttered, but not quietly enough. The dark man slowly turned back around, then before the singer knew it, he was up against the wall, Murdoc's hand around his neck, he struggled.

"What did you just say, dullard?" The dark man growled. 2-D coughed and stuttered.

"I...I...I didn't say anyfink!" Murdoc hissed and released his throat, 2-D fell to the fell coughing and gasping for air. Murdoc smirked and slammed the door shut. 2-D's eyes flamed and he threw a glass bottle at the door, enjoying the shattering sound.

"I 'ate you!" But Murdoc had already gone upstairs, so he didn't hear him. 2-D sighed and layed on his bed, hoping for the relief of sleep. After about an hour, he had drifted off and was doing something he hadn't done for weeks. He dreamed.

Yep, Murdoc is an ass. Well, what do you think? Remember, the more and the faster I get reviews, the faster the next chapter comes!