Four Years ago~
There it was, floating in the sky. Within it, the very innocence and idealistic essence of the beauty of life, and the imagination of childhood. The windmill floated peacefully among the clouds, carrying with it, its one and only passenger. Noodle smiled reverently as the breeze kicked, caressing her gently in its warm arms, and the flowery scent intoxicated her senses.
She picked one single flower as she stood, and moved to the far out ledge of her island, looking out at the canyon below, through a hole in the thick, soft clouds all about her. When she felt the breeze whisper to her again, with a grin, she lifted her hand into the air, allowing the wind to gently carry the flower away with it, and she watched as it floated towards the earth, down far below.
On the ground, many a mile away, 2D watched in awe as he spotted the island through the clouds. "Look there ih is! There's Noodle," he gasped, smiling widely. Murdoc just humphed, his cigar fuming as he took a long drag.
Russel grinned as he watched, too. This would be Noodle's second solo video, though 2D would be the one singing. She was so much older, and had matured a lot since they had taken her in, and he loved her so. He couldn't wait to see her after her island had finally landed. He squinted his eyes, lifting his dark hand to his forehead to shield his eyes from the sun. "Ey, what are those, 'copters doin' flying to baby-girl's island," Russel asked aloud. Murdoc now looked up, watching the action unfold, exactly as had been planned.
2D looked at Russel, confused, then squinted his eyes to try and see what he was missing. "Noodle," he whispered.
Noodle tilted her head as she began to hear the muffled roar of an engine very far out of place among the gusts of wind that were so familiar to her ears. Her little mouth was agape as she stood face to face with two intimidating helicopters, bent on the island's utter destruction. She took a hesitant step back, and that was all it took to provoke them.
Bullets showered from the sky, and Noodle ran as fast as her two lithe legs could carry her, holding her arms above her head as debre was thrown everywhere from the sprays of fired bullets. She fled into her windmill, quickly diving against the wall and ducking as bullets blasted through the dense but aged wood.
She sat, bowing her head and breathing heavily as the tyrants continually cascaded a rain of destruction, plowing through the wood of the windmill, shattering one of its wooden rutters. Thrown off, the island began to veer off course, slicing through the sky to escape its decided fate.
Unbeknownst to her however, a man known as Jimmy was hiding in a room with a gun, sent by Murdoc to eliminate her and take her place as the band's guitarist. But it wouldn't be that simple. Jimmy tried to turn the knob of room he was hiding in one her heard the spray of bullets in the building, and grunted when it was locked. He decided to shoot the lock, cocking the gun, and then hearing and audible 'CLICK!'… No bullets… SHIT! Murdoc had betrayed him. How dare he? But Jimmy had planned for this. He'd brought a parachute… that was not in the room with him. "FUCK," he yelled at the top of his lungs. "Damn yew te HELL Murdoc Niccals!" Yet all was unheard by anyone in the tiny, locked room he was bound in.
No longer hearing destruction, Noodle looked up and stared into the room before her, slowly standing to her feet, adrenaline pumping through her tiny body, and her instincts going haywire. Fight or flight… FIGHT OR FLIGHT! She could do neither! She was trapped! Bound to her island, the captain of her vessel. She could not fight an enemy she could not reach –she had no weapon. And she had no option of escape, unless she wished to escape their death, and fall to her own.
She opened the door, peeking out into the ash fallen scape before her, a tear in her eye, and her chest heavy with grief. As luck would have it, while she surveyed her once cherished childhood, now covered in flame and hate, the battle sodden tyrants returned, firing at their target.
With a burst of tears, and a loud, anguished cry, Noodle ran back to her only sanctuary, hiding within its dark walls. This time however, when she ran inside, they continued to pursue her, shooting the walls, hoping to have gotten her, and she dove up the stairs, praying for an end.
Once the helicopters got too close to the building, they had to go around it, and fly by so as not to crash into it and die themselves. The island shook, throwing Noodle off its stairs and onto the ground. She landed on her back, moaning as she sat up, her face covered in ashes and stained with tears. Her emerald eyes had dimmed, becoming tinted with gray.
She sat herself up as more debris fell from the ceiling, nearly hitting her wherever they landed. She looked around, confused and hurt. A piece of wood hit her squarely in the face, and she wailed with pain, crying louder than before. After a moment, she had composed herself, patting her clothes to get some of the dust off, she clambered up the stairs once more, watching as the helicopters stared the island down, waiting for what she could only presume was the end.
She stared far down below, miles out, far past the reaches of her tiny island, where her family was surely witnessing her death, and she began to sing to herself, changing up a verse or two, trying to make the end as seemingly welcomed as possible.
"Windmill, windmill for the land, turn forever, hand in hand. Take it all in on your stride. I am sticking, falling down… Love forever, love is free, let's turn forever you and me. Windmill, windmill for the land, is everybody in?"
She strode down the step as she sang, going to the door, watching as her life flashed before her, and the burning of her memories clouded her vision. Flames took a hold, catching her, and she screamed as the island began to tilt, holding onto the doorframe dearly as she watched her precious childhood fall to the canyon, and she was an unwilling part of it. But the force pushing against her body became too great, and the thundering wind and speed of the fall knocked her off balance, losing her grip on the doorframe.
As she hit the opposite wall inside the winmill, the island now falling faster than her own body, a rucksack smashed into her stomach, and her eyes grew wide. A parachute! But where did…? Nevermind that, she threw the thing on her back, with a new found determination, and climbed the wall to her window. She punched through the glass, whimpering when she cut open her hand and scraped some of her skin. Without a second thought, she jumped out the tiny opening, pulling the rope that now spelled life or death for her, and granted her life when a large cape of fabric was set loose and expanded in the wind, catching her and pulling her into the air.
She gasped as she realised she was not yet out of danger. The helicopters had not noticed her, for their attention was still on the island, but they were hovering above it, watching as it crashed into the valley, a noise so loud, it could be heard for hundreds of miles, and the air it pushed out of its path was beyond anything imaginable. The destruction it carried would forever be remembered by everyone who had witnessed it.
"Noodle," 2D whispered again, his voice cracking, crying as he saw the island make contact with the ground. It was in slow-motion in his head, watching as the island seemed to gently kiss the ground, and the wind it send flying toward Noodle's family on the ground made them take a step back.
"NO!" 2d wailed. Russel was speechless. His milky-white eyes wide with horror, and Murdoc was just finishing filling up his favoured pipe with tobacco. "No, NO, NO!" He continued to cry, falling to his knees, a river of tears now sprinkling the ground with his sorrow. "No! NOODLE, NO! … NO! D-don't…. d-don't goooo," he screamed, becoming more incomprehensible and distraut.
Finally, they saw as the helicopter, so very far away, dropped something from it hold, and Russel's eyes grew even wider, yelling, "Duck!" And he dove to the ground, covering his head, and Murdoc flew behind the Geep, muttering something incomprehensible. But 2D only stood to his full height and watched and the explosion went off, gripping the valley in fire and betrayal. His clothes flew about his body wildly, his hair dancing atop his head. It was over… it was done…
As his vision clouded, he was no longer in control. "D?" He heard someone call out to him, but he had no way to respond… he didn't want to. It was over. She was gone. He only stared, his face blank, his mouth opened wide, wetness glossing over his face. Then nothing, he fell forward, his head connecting with the ground with a painful thud.
Far above the sky, Noodle was caught in the blast, the unbelievably gargantuan explosion reached her, and the fire spewed, licking her face as she turned toward it. She screamed in agony and pain, but her parachute managed to escape any damage and landed a few miles from the scene, where Noodle, now pushed past her limit, collapsed into a darkness that called out to her, offering a temporary escape from her pain.
Minutes later, a flower floated down peacefully from the sky, landing softly upon 2D's unconcious form, the very one Noodle had been holding not ten minutes before.
I didn't really feel like reading through it for mistakes, so if you find any, please tell me.