YAY! Chapter 2! :D Hope you'll like it! :3
Chapter 2: Nothing to lose...
-Cyborg-
She never felt that bad. A few days passed since the talk with 2D. After that she had gone directly to her 'closet' to recharge but on the way she crossed Murdoc who repaired the minor damage that was done with the sudden burst of emotions. He did not ask anything, but he surely saw the scene since there is a camera in each room, in each corridor, each exit and they are even a few cameras that show the beach, he maybe even heard what they said but that was unlikely since you need to switch the intercom on manually. So in a comforting silent, he had gently repaired her and let her do what she wished for the rest of the day. But she still felt the pain burning in her. She didn't want to believe that 2D used her to replace her.
"Cyborg?" She looked over at Murdoc who was standing halfway through the stairs. No shirt, as usual and black jeans, he was holding a beer in one hand and the other hand was in his back pocket.
"Yes Master?" Her voice was flat. Emotionless. She usually sounded happy or a bit cheerful, like her. That thought annoyed her.
"Could you go get 2D and bring him to the studio?" Since the talk with 2D, Murdoc would always be like this. He was not saying please or anything like that but he would be nicer, he would not just command rudely anymore. She was not complaining of course.
"Yes, immediately Master." Murdoc just nodded once and disappeared up the stairs. So she made her way to 2D's room. On the way she picked up the gun she had on the travel to Plastic Beach when they took the pianist. She charged it while entering the lift and pushing the button to the singer's room. When the doors of the lift opened, she stiffly walked and kicked open the door to the small room, once in, she pointed the gun at the scared singer sitting on the bed, hugging his knees. She did not see him since that talk but now he looked horrible, as if he did not sleep at all. He was surely worried for his dear Noodle. Hell, she hated that name. She hated everything related to that name. She could not look at noodles without being disgusted anymore. She walked towards the terrified 2D, the gun was ready to shoot but she kept the safety. She made a quick movement upwards with the gun telling him to get up.
-2D-
He slowly got up. Cyborg never behaved like this with him before. She usually would be nice with him. Never from the first day they met did she come to get him with an additional gun, she already had many 'inside' her in her arms, legs and even one in the mouth...
"Come on, move." Each word was cold, emotionless. He looked at her right in the eyes, if you just looked at the surface you would see nothing but once you looked deeper it was filled with pain. Guilt hit him full force. It was his entire fault. He hurt her. But he didn't know the answer to the question she asked him. Did he like her because she looked like Noodle? He missed Noodle so much, she was his kid sister. Did he use Cyborg as a replacement? He was not sure…
"I said, move." The words were razor sharp, each one cutting him deeply. He moved towards the door, when they passed the door Cyborg shoved the gun in his back. He winced in pain. Cyborg ignored that.
"Push the button." He pushed the button and when the lift came Cyborg shoved the gun in his back a second time, but harder. He stumbled inside the lift, Cyborg followed him, still pointing the gun at him. The lift doors closed. Normally they would have talked together but now it was completely silent, he had the impression he was missing air and an invisible force was weighing on his shoulder.
"So? Do I have to tell you each movement you have to do? We're not going to stay in the lift forever." He shivered. He hated when she talked like that. Her voice was usually warm but now it was so cold, each word dripping with anger now, but he knew that after the anger was sadness and pain. And it was all his fault. His entire fault. Another shot of guilt hit him. He pushed the button showing STUDY-STUDIO. The lift started upwards. But he could not answer a question if he did not know the answer, could he? That was not an excuse. He had to talk to her, arrange things.
"Err... Cyborg? I need to talk-" Cyborg shot an angry looked at him. The gun made a little clicking noise. She deactivated the safety. She could shoot him any time now. He swallowed hard and stared at the barrel of the gun.
"I'm not afraid to use my gun and I'll have not regrets if I use it on you. We have nothing to talk about and anyway I'm not here to chit-chat with you." She looked at the doors open and made sign with her head that he has to move forwards. When he was out of the lift she shoved again that sodding gun in his back. He had enough. He turned around to face her.
"Hey! That's hurts just stop it!" She glared at him. For a moment he thought she was really going to shoot him.
"I am not here to be nice with you or to entertain you. I will not repeat that. And I sincerely hope you have what is needed to heal major wounds because if I shoot you, I'll not miss you. Now move." She smiled coldly. "Or maybe you won't need to heal any wound." At the beginning he didn't understand, and then it struck him. She wouldn't kill him. Would she?
"You would not kill me." 2D tried to gain some confidence and dominance. Cyborg smiled that reptilian smile and chuckled.
"Oh. Are you sure?" She smirked. He straightened his back to seem bigger, even if he was already largely taller that her.
"Yes. If you do shoot me what will you do with Murdoc?" Suddenly she stopped smiling. He didn't know why. Her face was completely blank, lacking of expression.
"Why should I care? I have nothing to lose. Isn't it? After all, I'm just a piece of metal and a bunch of wires, that's all." Her face was still blank and her voice was cold, but not like when she had entered his room, this time it was distant. He didn't know what to do so he just turned and walked to the studio. Cyborg was following him but she seemed far away, like lost somewhere and she couldn't find her way back. Her face was emotionless but she seemed uneasy.
In the studio Murdoc was waiting for them, sitting in a chair with his dear bass on his lap. He looked up at them, he gave a head-to-toe look at 2D then passed to Cyborg. He looked annoyed, but not like annoyed at Cyborg, more like something was bothering her and he could feel it.
"Come here Cyborg." He took the bass off his lap and put it on the top of the mess on the desk. Cyborg came to him like in a trance. She stopped in front of him. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Hmmm..." He looked at her, or maybe more like inspected her. "You got that problem again. You know, people get nervous break downs when they get too emotional in a certain way but when it happens to you, you make an overload." She only nodded absent mindly. "Hmmmmm... I'll take care of that later. Okay? Just go rest or something like that." He smiled slightly at her. She did not react but her face, even thought it was still blank, and did not look uneasy anymore. It looked peaceful. "Okay, now go on." Cyborg went away in that same trance like state.
-Murdoc-
2D was staring in space, he must be wondering what just happened. Murdoc was never one to be gentle like he just was with Cyborg. 2D knew that better than anyone. He chuckled.
"Faceache are you going to stay there or are you going to move your ass all the way here so we can start recording?" 2D stared at him.
"Why were you nice with Cyborg just now? And why did you make her look like Noodle?" Murdoc smiled sadly.
"You know we all miss Noodle. And mate, she was your kid sister but you know that for me she was also a little kid sister. I just didn't show it in public and stuff but she knew it, I didn't need the world to know it." He chuckled again. "Anyway it would have ruined my bad-ass reputation. You were the one known to be nice." He looked back at 2D with a thoughtful expression and that sad smile. "Cyborg is all I have left from Noodle. I try to take care of her as if it was again the little Noodle we had back at Kong who would kick my ass if I would lay a finger on you." The small sad smile faded away.
"But would you treat her so nicely if she didn't look like Noodle? Would you do it for who she is?" 2D looked at him curiously. Murdoc frowned.
"She is Noodle." Suddenly a scream was heard from the intercom. The 2 boys looked at each other. "Ooohhh fuck."
"WHY?" The voice from the intercom was angry, no, more like mad. "WHY -" The voice was suddenly cut off, a strange buzzing sound took over. "Overload. Overload. Overload." Small explosions were heard. "Shut down. Overload." They could hear little electric sounds, buzzing, bipping and other machine sounds. Murdoc and 2D did not move, they just listened at the crazy machine sounds. It continued like this for a few moments and then, nothing. Complete silence. Murdoc turned to face the camera.
"Cyborg?" A loud 'thump' was heard. Murdoc looked back at the scared-to-death pianist. "She did an overload and just shut down." The singer only nodded. "Go back to your room." The singer nodded again and ran to the lift. Murdoc went to the Study. In front of the big bookshelf he pulled on the big book with BASTARD written on it in big black letters. A secret passage opened. He started down the stairs while the bookshelf/door closed behind him. The room was dark, the lights were all off. Only a few screens were on. He switched on the light but half of the lights were smashed so the room was still surrounded by shadows. The room was completely destroyed. Most of the computer screens were broken, the chair had been thrown across the room and the mess that once was on the table was scattered on the floor. But they were no signs of Cyborg.
-Cyborg-
"Cyborg? Where are you? Cyborg? We need to talk." She looked at him from the shadows. At his words she chuckled darkly.
"Talk? Why talk?" He didn't see her but he knew she was there, hidden. She was the predator focusing on the prey. She was sure he did not particularly like being the prey. "I have nothing to lose. Isn't it? After all, I'm just a piece of metal and a bunch of wires, that's all." She said, repeating those same words she had said to 2D. Those words who were torturing her, driving her crazy, those words who were slowly killing her from the inside.
Taaadddaaaa! I'm leaving you here for the while! ^.^ I don't really know where this is going but we'll see! :D I actually got the idea of this fic when I was on Deviant Art, I saw that drawing called 'uncontrollable Cyborg Noodle' by zozoB. I don't know who it is and I didn't ask the permission to say his/her 'name' or anything... I just hope I'll not go to jail for this! :S But you should really check out his/her art! It's awesome! :D
PLEASE REVIEEEWWWW! :P
PS: I know I changed the way I was writing but as I just started I'm testing few things! :)