A/N: Well, I admit I'm more of a Zelda writer, but Gorillaz is my favorite band. Thus, I give you the miracle that I hope will be Project D.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, we are proud to present our own drumming gods, Daniel and Cory McKellan!!!!!" The announcer's voice boomed out over the packed amphitheatre. As the audience went nuts, two teenagers sat behind the stage, drumsticks in hand. The boy, Daniel, spun his stick idly in the air.
"So, which of us d'you think they wanna see more?" he asked his sister, flipping the stick in the air, and catching it expertly. He was a rather bulky youth, already taller than most kids his age, a good solid 14. His blond hair was cut short, so it could stay out of his eyes while he played. He sported a pair of silver earrings, the only touch of vanity he had. His sister, Cory, stood from her perch on the stool she'd been glued to for hours, stretching her muscles.
"Well, do you want the truth or an ego supplement?" she asked. She was almost exactly as tall as him, which was fitting, noting the fact that they were twins. Unlike him, she had taken heavy liberties with her appearance. Her hair, which was naturally dirty blonde, had been dyed white for years, and she was heavily tanned. She was trying to imitate a manga character, Rena from ".hack". With a lot of success, as it happened.
"Now what's that supposed to…damn!" Daniel spat, grabbing his sticks as the announcer called him out.
The stage was dark. Very dark. No one could see a thing. Then, a slow thrum started. It
got louder and louder till it drowned out any noise from the cloud. The spotlights
suddenly flared to life. Daniel ripped into a mighty rock drumbeat. The crowd roared
louder and louder. Daniel looked promising. Fireworks flared from the stage.
And then all hell broke loose. One of the works caught the top of the stage roof, and the
ceiling blazed. The audience was now screaming for a completely different reason. As
they flooded out, the roof began to fall. Daniel tried to run, but he wasn't able to escape.
With an almighty crash, a broken and burning timber landed on him, and there was
blackness. The last thing he saw was his sister pulling his hand.
Daniel woke up in a hospital. His unfocused eyes stopped on his sister, who was seated next to his bed. She smiled weakly. Daniel grinned. "Wha happened?" he muttered. "How long was I out…?"
"Two days." She said, taking his hand. "You'll be fine." Something about how she said it hid something, a tinge of worry. He forced another smile.
"I ain't that bad off, am I?" he asked, looking down at his body. He froze. His left arm was fine, but the rest…
Both his legs and his right arm were gone. He passed out again.
The McKellan twins were both orphans, raised at Portland City Orphanage in Oregon. They had lived rather crappy lives in the filthy home, before their exceptional drum skills materialized. They had at last had a bright future. Now, for at least one of them, that future was going dim.
A/N: What do you think? Please R&R. It'll get more like a Gorillaz fic soon.