My Heart Is Frozen
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The air suddenly got cold in the room. Very cold, almost as though someone flung open a window in the dead of winter, but miraculously in only one spot before immediately dissipating.
He knew exactly what it was.
His heart pumped his chilling blood quickly and his eyes darted from left to right, scanning past the instruments strewn out on the floor and tables for the dark entity to appear. Cyborg tightly clutched her gun behind him, both were back to back waiting for it to show any signs of weakness. The only sounds in the room were Murdoc's raspy breathing and the silent hum of Cyborg's cooling fan. "Don't let 'im get away," he hissed to her.
Just then a crash made him jump, and Cyborg reacted instantly with gunfire, shooting out a window, nicking the edge of the old Sacrasmo machine. The Satanist turned just in time to see swirling onyx shadow disappear into the study. They hurried after it only catching a glimpse of the tattered black clothes strewn on the figure before it flew up the stairs. He wasted no time sprinting up the staircase, hopping over the missing step, and opening the hatch above.
There stood before him the entity made up of the dark vapors of hell itself, the Boogieman. The creature stood facing away toward the expansive sea, its soulless, goggled eyes fixated on something in the distance.
The bassist cautiously peered with wide eyes at the veins pulsating on the back of the creature's sickly teal head, then without giving it much more thought swung open the hatch completely, making a loud clanging sound that immediately grabbed the gas-masked demon's attention away from the sea. Its head immediately swung around to the growling man behind it who in turn climbed further up to it's level, his mismatched eyes now seething with anger.
"End o' the line, ya creepy bastard," he growled.
Cyborg Noodle rose up from behind him, her once expressionless pallet twisting into a malicious grin as she turned her two machine guns to the dark monster, firing wildly. The Boogieman hissed angrily at the cyborg and leaped off the top of the building onto the artificial grass below, shots continuing to ring around it.
Murdoc watched as the cretin made a desperate attempt to shield itself with the band's beloved Pazuzu statue, but even the king of the wind demons was not enough to make Murdoc want her to hold her fire. Her bullets tore through the large wings of the icon, crumbling bits tumbling down the ledge along with the Boogieman, who plummeted into the waters below.
The bassist watched as the masked demon descended into the water, reemerging on a pirate ship that unbeknownst to him, had been circling the island for quite some time. Before he could even begin to comprehend what the ship was doing there the cloaked figure strenuously raised its gloved hand toward where he was.
He knew what this meant, but still he froze.
Cyborg, knowing that it was futile to stay up there with her master, flew down the stairs, her primary mission statement flashing red in the corner of her viewing perspective: "Protect Murdoc Niccals Master Bass Player... Gorillaz... God." She knew she had to get closer to her target.
The force overtaking his mind this time was different. Suppressed memories he never knew existed from his subconscious emerged from swirling plumes of smoke, running through his mind like a waking dream. He felt as though he were there, yet looking on from a detached body and he felt a sudden wave of deja vu as the smoke began to clear out revealing four shadowed figures in the distance.
Conquest. War. Famine. Death.
The horsemen swept through the land viciously and without mercy, their bodies decaying along with the wrath they brought. The clomping of horse hooves was all that could be heard fading away in the distance as the smoke cleared. It was all to real to him. The dust began to settle enough for Murdoc to see a lone figure approaching, which he quickly realized was the Boogieman himself. Half-forgotten memories seemed to come together like a jigsaw when he saw the final figure approach.
A heavily cloaked man in a cape with a ten gallon hat and walking stick, materialized from out out nowhere, like some desperado out of the old American west. The dark enigmatic man moved brashly toward the Boogieman, who sat above his burro companion. The wind blew harshly, disrupting the speech exchanged between the two, but Murdoc already knew what was said and what was going to transpire. A deal was made between the two. He didn't need to see the rest because he lived it. The man's head rose, making his face clear for the world to see, letting out a sinister cackle. Murdoc, now freed of his enemy's clutched burst into a fit of maniacal laughter as the memories became all too clear to him.
So this was what it was all about. He couldn't help but let out a grisly tongued grin through his jagged teeth as he experienced his past life coming back to him.
The Boogieman's cold stare met with Murdoc's wicked grin, a burning sense of indignation and fury boiling through the leathery skeletal creature. It tried to reason with him the only way it could, but he instead laughed it off, mocking it.
No longer being able to hold its rage any longer, the furious demon's thin bony arms rose in the air called forth upon the souls of some strangely familiar pirates, some awaking in a zombie like state, while others with a fierce intense look of anger for being pulled away from where they were.
Murdoc still felt confident, him being all the way on top of his glorious plastic fortress while they being all the way on a little ship in the sea. He let out a throaty laugh.
"Is that really the best you can do, mate?" he hollered to the Boogieman, knowing full well it couldn't hear him. He snickered again. "You make this all to easy!" the Satanist grinned treacherously.
His overconfidence got the best of him however when in one last defying move, the creature in an almost holy pose, proudly summoned zombie manned planes after him, firing madly toward the Satanist.
Oh shit.
Shit!
"Sh-," but his words were cut off by the eruption of gunfire on the deck. "Oh God," he screamed, and a sudden flash appeared in his mind.
A smoldering windmill and a terrified girl screaming for dear life. It hit him harder than any of those bullets would ever have.
Sweet Jesus! Is this what Noodle had to go through? Holy fuck!
He felt a pang of guilt, but before his thought's could get a firm grasp of his actions though, his rational side kicked in full gear and he made the plunged down the staircase, dodging the bullets. Pieces of ceiling began to crumble as he hurtled onto the desk, knocking a very surprised squid straight off onto the floor.
He ducked under the desk as bullets rained from the ceiling, bursting through the windows with great force. He squeezing his eyes and threw his hands over his ears, the ringing blasts being louder than the loudest concert he'd ever been to. Suddenly, the firing stopped. One black eye cracked open, then the other red and he crawled out from under the desk to survey his surroundings.
The globe with his secret stash of rum exploded all over the floor, home theater destroyed, aquarium fish flopped on the ground around shattered glass, most of which came from the windows, which had been completely knocked out. The whole room was ruined, much of which beyond repair. Murdoc went from fear to shock, then rage as he stepped through the shambles of his beloved home. He took a few impassioned steps forward toward the Groove Bones Selecta player to check on the damage then stopped when he felt something that made the color drain from his face.
He felt the floor move.
Slowly at first, then he heard the sickeningly loud sound of the metal support beams holding up the plastic giving out quickly and everything in the room started to slide out the big gaping ledge that was the window. He scrambled over things to the bookshelf, frantically grabbing hold of "The Bastard," causing the shelf to swing open and he dove into the staircase, dust and rubble following behind him.
He ran for what seemed like an eternity until he finally reached his lair. Luckily, he managed to avoid breathing in any of the dust cloud that followed behind as he shut the door behind him. He sat against the door, panting. He was pretty, no really pissed off at himself for acting like a coward, more so than he was at the Boogieman himself. He could feel the rumbling of a war being waged above him on the island and quickly decided to go check the monitors. The study was still there, but most if not all that was in there had fallen out into the shore.
"Fuck," he mumbled. He narrowed his eyes to his room. No damage. He sighed in relief, then figured he should take a peek at 2D's room, something he rarely did since it involved opening another program and activating the camera, not to mention he hated having to be reminded he was on this island with the dent-head.
He heard another loud boom from above almost knocking him off his feet, but he immediately brushed it off. The camera for his room finally fully activated and the montior switched over to a very frantic 2D practically having a heart attack with his cheeky little clown mask strapped over his face. Bits of the ceiling fell around him as he squeezed the sides of his head, shaking it back and forth vigorously, only stopping to spaz out when a piece of debris fell on him. The vocalist suddenly sloshed to the door and pounded on it with both fists screaming.
Wait, sloshed?
That was when he noticed why he was sloshing. 2D was in about a foot of rising water.
Murdoc didn't know whether to be worried or furious, so he went with the latter, cursing the singer while hastily grabbing the Plastic Beach book from the podeum as well as his gun from under the desk. If he was gonna save the dullard, he'd at least want to be sure he did it in style, with his book safe of course. He rushed over to a panel on the wall and pressed his palm on it, activating a sensor that beeped twice, causing a passage to open up about two feet tall in front of him. He hunched over, crawling into the passage and pressed a button on the faded panel in front of him marked "B2." The door shut behind him and the lift began to rise.
He was pretty grateful he came up with the idea of installing a secret lift in his secret layer, but not so much when the power went out, rendering it useless. The lift stopped and the door opened into the hallway where 2D's room was. He crawled out once more and it shut behind him, blending in with the steel wall. The bassist hurried to the door, undid the locks, and swung open the door, causing a rush of water to his feet as well as the blue haired boy crashing down on him, sending them both to the ground with a splash.
Well, so much for style.
"Oi! Git 'offa me!" Murdoc growled, pushing off the singer with the large book. 2D blindly looked up at him through the eyehole-less mask and asked, "Muds? Izzat you?" He growled louder and ripped the mask of the clueless singer's face.
"'Course it's me, ya idiot! Now shut up and follow me!" Stuart obeyed and they ran to the normal lift. Even during this crisis, Murdoc didn't want to give away that he had a camouflaged door to a lift that lead to his secret layer. He heard another boom outside and faintly heard gunfire as the door closed.
"The whale!" 2D unexpectedly shrieked, startling Murdoc who shot him a glare. "Wot?"
"The whales gone." he mumbled in a low voice, which shot up high again, "'E was after me blud an' he flew backwards like a reverse rocket or summfink!"
Murdoc gave him a look like the singer had gone completely mental. "Reverse rocket? Th' bloody hell are you talking about? Have you gone completely daft?"
"There wos a hand in th' water, Muds! A huuuuge one, like this!" 2D emphasized by holding out his own hands far apart. Murdoc rolled his eyes and smacked him upside the head. "For th' love of...just... just shut up or I'll kill you before the bullets out there do, you blithering idiot!"
"Bullets out there?" he gulped. Just then the door opened to the front entrance and Murdoc raced past a tiny man on a white suit, 2D following suite but looking back. "Wot about 'im?" he asked as they ran. "Forget 'im!" Murdoc yelled back rushing outside. "The lift! The lift boss!" the man yelled out happily as the two jolted away.
The two men rushed down the stairs and Murdoc came to a sudden halt, causing 2D to smash into him and fall back. Murdoc stood there frozen, not realizing the blue haired man had caused the book to fall out of his hands.
"Oof! Sorry, Murdoc. Dinnt know we wos stoppin'," 2D apologized, getting up. "Aye, Muds, wots wrong wi-" 2D gasped when he saw what caught Murdoc's attention.
Amongst the people in front of them were Cyborg Noodle, Snoop with a spear gun, Gruff Rhys, Posdnuos and the rest of De La Soul .
But looming over all of them, an oversized angered drummer glaring down at the tiny people.
"Russ?" 2D squeaked falling back on the ground in shock.
The dark, ghostly-eyed man positioned himself on his crossed arms and his mouth slowly began to pry open from within. Everyone stood paralyzed, no one dared move. Thin limbs pushed the mouth agape, and all witnessed what emerged.
She calmly pulled up the mask concealing her face and stared straight at him, past the replica, and past the armed men.
Murdoc didn't breathe.