Oh jeez! I'm updating for once! (laughs)

I've been meaning to work on this story, and last night I sat down and typed out the next three chapters. I feel so accomplished :D So, I've heard that Gorillaz are no longer going to be touring...I'm so sad! I got to see them in November, it was AMAZING! I ended up singing along with Damon the entire time, ignoring the looks of the people around me. Afterwards, I stood around outside for nearly two and a half hours with twenty or so random people. I got to meet Rosie Wilson, she was such a sweetheart! And then I turn around, and there he was! Damon! Everybody crowded around him, so I didn't get a chance to get his autograph, but he looked me right in the eye and said "Hey," I thought I was gonna faint :D

Anyways, I'll stop talking (typing) now...

Chapter 9:


A sharp wail resounded through the small bedroom, making Noodle groan. It was the fifth time in less than an hour, and it seemed that no matter how many times she fed the infant, his hunger was never satisfied.

She sat up slowly, sucking in her breath as pain crept up her abdomen. Giving birth had been no walk in the park. Unable to successfully deliver her baby, she'd been driven to the nearest hospital for an emergency caesarean birth. Murdoc had sent out a car to escort her, but the three hour drive was agony, her contractions getting stronger and so painful that all she could do to keep herself sane was dig her nails into the posh leather seats and scream at the top her lungs.

The child was delivered quickly and Noodle was thankful for the drugs that completely numbeb her lower half. From the moment the baby drew his first breath, he'd been nothing but a crying, wriggling mass. With his dark brown skin and reddish tinted eyes, he looked nothing like his mother or father, which didn't exactly shock Noodle. In fact, she was quite distant towards the child. She kept reminding herself that this was her baby, but honestly felt no real connection.

Even now, as she peered over the bassinet at him, there were no feelings of which a mother should feel for her child. Noodle scooped him up and tried to hold him against her chest, but his kicking and flailing nearly caused her to drop him. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and she drew in a shuddering breath. Suddenly, the crying had ceased. Noodle's eyes widened in shock as she held him out. The little bastard was smiling at her! Not a full fledged grin, mind you, but a slight upturn of his lips.

What the hell was going on?


Murdoc glanced over at his digital alarm clock.

4:37

"Damn!"

He sat up and rubbed his face in his hands. Why the bloody hell couldn't he sleep? Murdoc eased himself out of bed and slunk to the refrigerator. Besides the carton of orange juice and some lone beers, there was little along the lines of 'edible'. He grabbed the juice and poured himself half a glass, filling it the rest of the way with vodka. Normal people wouldn't consider a screwdriver a sophisticated drink, but this was a man who drank straight from the bottle and occasionally poured beer over his morning bowl of cornflakes; and as he sipped his drink, he couldn't help but feel a little fancy.

Back in his bedroom he took to flipping through one of his books, topics ranging from sacrificing chickens to help your flowers bloom to raising the dead. As he scanned the pages, he saw something that nearly made his hear leap from his chest. A purple-haired, green-eyed woman stared up at him from the pages. He couldn't make out most of the text, but he understood enough of it.

"Fuck! Bloody fuck!"

The one thing Murdoc Niccals couldn't stand was being lied to.


The heat outside was unbearable enough that Noodle and the baby had holed themselves up inside the house. Unlike the other residents of this backwater town, Noodle had air conditioning. She lay sprawled out on the couch in the living room, watching the chubby infant bang his toys against the tray on his highchair. She was both physically and mentally exhausted. It had not gone without notice that this was a special child, he seemed to know her every thought and feeling.

It was a miracle that he'd been silent this long, his inky eyes never once leaving her face. Perhaps he knew. Noodle tried to keep that dark thought in the back of her head, but today, it lingered in her mind. The child was nearing his first birthday and somehow, Noodle had managed to keep up with him, but today was going to be different. He'd slept very little the night before and had spent the entire day demanding attention. Any time he noticed her eyes getting heavy, he wailed and screamed, banging his fat little fists into the table.

But now he seemed to be contemplating her. Noodle couldn't help but smile at him, "So, you know do you? Well, it doesn't matter, there's nothing you can do,"

With that, she stood and made her way to the little trunk in the corner of the living room. The hinges squeaked as she flipped the lid open. In the very bottom was her prize, a heavy revolver wrapped in black velvet. Noodle pulled it from the velvet bag and felt shivers shoot down her spine as the cold metal came in contact her skin. She fished out the few bullets from the sack and flicked open the chamber.

She glanced up at the infant, his face twisted into a sour expression. Noodle grinned and shoved the first bullet in, the others following swiftly. As each bullet was loaded, the child's face grew more angry, more flustered. When Noodle finished, she stood and closed the chamber on the gun, the heavy click sent the child into a rage. He howled and cried, flailing his body in the confines of the chair.

"Shut up!"

He did so, mid-wail.

"You…I hope you rot in hell," She spat, raising the gun at him.


"So, what can I do for you?"

Murdoc jumped at the sudden noise. From the shadows of the carpark rose the towering figure of Beelzebub, though he was nothing more than a shadow himself. His glowing eyes met Murdoc's sleep deprived ones.

"Don't tell me you called me up here for nothing…"

"This, you sodding arsehole!" Murdoc shoved the book into Satan's face, the page that depicted his guitarist.

"Ah, that's all? I already told you of the prophecy, didn't I?" His voice was deep and sounded as though it was coming from somewhere in the distance.

Murdoc shook his head furiously, "Well, yeh left out that las' little bit didn'cha? Th' part that says MY guitarist'll give birth ta YOUR offspring. You nevah told me that SHE was s'posed to bear your child, yeh told me it would be lateh down the road, tha' she'd be fine!"

Satan only laughed, "Well, she's fine, isn't she? She's healthy, my son is healthy, there's nothing to worry about."

"But how th' fuck am I s'posed t' keep this band going withou' a guitarist?" Murdoc hated himself for saying that, but if he'd admitted to loving the girl, Satan would only laugh more.

"Hmm," Beelzebub gave a seconds thought before snapping his fingers. A thin figure walked from the shadows and stood next to him.

Murdoc's eyes widened at the familiar sight, "N-Noodle?"

"Not exactly. She's a highly advanced android. She has all the knowledge that your little flesh and blood guitarist has, but without the hassle. You'll never have to worry about feeding her or keeping her from harm. Just a little routine matinence here and there,"

"What? But'-"

"No, no," Satan cut him off, "No need to thank me! Enjoy," Without a moment's hesitation, he crept back into the darkness, leaving Murdoc and the android alone in the dank, cold carpark.

Murdoc stood with his mouth half open, the last few minutes not quite settling in his brain. The android twitched, there were snapping sounds and Murdoc had to take a step back as sparks shot out of her arm. She looked up at him, as him as if waiting for orders.

"Good Satan, what have I gotten meself in?"


When Noodle came to, she was kneeling in the middle of the dark living room. She wrinkled her nose as a bitter smell filled her nostrils. In the light of a full moon shining in the window, Noodle crossed the room to switch on the nearest lamp. The brightness of the bulb blinded her and it took several moments for her eyes to adjust and focus on the mess before her.

There was a foul black substance seeping into the carpet, the culprit of the nasty smell. She refused to acknowledge the lifeless mass still strapped into the highchair. Her hand flew to her mouth as she turned and slammed herself into the door in an attempt to get out. Noodle finally managed the doorknob and burst through the screen door leading to the porch, vomiting over the edge.

What the hell had she done? Part of her was horrified, disgusted. But the other part seemed all too unconcerned. She was free. And her first thought was 2D.


So, yeah, these next few chapters jump back and forth quite a bit. I hope nobody gets confused. (laughs) If you want the next chapter up soon, then REVIEW! I love you...