Chapter 9

Right. Time for the run around. Oh joy… Hmmm towards the end I want to do something heroic but I don't want everyone to yell at me… what to do, what to do…

How many people want romance?

How many people want them to all get killed off?

How many people want a combination of both?

Erm… too late, actually, I've got no other ideas.

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The chair leg gave a large crack, alerting everyone's attention to their by only means of a redemption. The continuous forceful barges against the wood caused it to finally give in and there was a fracture quite plainly on it. Noodle gasped and pushed the chair up under the door handle but the leg split a little more until it looked like one more blow and the leg would collapse the whole thing.

Russel glanced at Noodle then at 2D then back again, the aggravation getting into his head. He didn't know where to turn, which matter was the most important to deal with. 2D stared at him stiffly like waiting for direct orders from the chief. Because that was what Russel was now that Murdoc was the foe. The boss, the leader, a fucking messiah to them. Noodle whined and looked back for help. "This chair isn't going to hold out any longer, Russel…" The chief gave a grunt of agreement and his eyes darted about the area for a replacement but he knew that would be pointless. His sights came back to 2D.

"They can't be all gone, 2D. Go back upstairs and look again. Look everywhere," he ordered loudly, making 2D flinch.

"Russel, this is useless! We can't just keep him locked up in there, he'll get out somehow! He's not going to forfeit, his intentions degraded to that of a mere zombie. Us…" Noodle gazed back at him with absolute fear in her emerald eyes. Russel had to take action no matter how drastic.

"Forget the weapons; we can't possibly fight him anymore. D, go check the car park's open from out there," he motioned with his head the front door of Kong Studios as he pressed against the wary door. 2D ran over to the entrance and grasped the handle tightly before something in the back of his mind nagged him that is was wrong. Something was wrong. He jerked the lever but it didn't click, it didn't release. He paused for few seconds before he calmed down and tried again. He jammed it so hard; shoving his weight against it but it wouldn't open. They'd been locked in.

2D turned back around to them, panting lightly in an anxiety attack and Russel didn't say a word. He should've known Murdoc was smarter than that. It really was a set up. The exits were sealed, weapons were gone and they were left defenceless and vulnerable against him. Just like the bastard planned. 2D gave a nervous laugh and ran to the intercom. "Just a second, Russ…" He was keeping his cool trying not to freak out like he usually would in this case. Horror movies were a great thrill to watch but nothing he would ever consider an 'adventure' to take part in. Well he was fine right until he looked out into the front pavement and the saw the key's to their grand mansion on the ground outside. The different keys scattered about… and in crunched pieces.

"FUCK!" 2D yelled and banged his fists against the walls in blind fury. Russel sighed deeply and Noodle started to sob knowing that whatever made him lose it like that wasn't an advantage to their impossible escape. Murdoc just didn't know where to stop. Suddenly the chair fell apart under them as the pressure built up and Noodle crashed to the floor, whacking her head on the way. Russel yanked her up and held the door, glancing at 2D over his shoulder.

"2D, GET US OUT OF HERE NOW!" The vocalist gave an expression of bewilderment before he dashed to call the lift. Then after that uproarious message, it seemed like Murdoc had stopped. Everything went silent and Russel smiled thinking he was finally giving in. He heard faint footsteps walking away but then they stopped at the end of the corridor. Russel knew what he was doing to do just then… so he was a zombie, didn't mean he'd jabber out the same shit the others did. He still had ideas to put to use. "Move," he shuffled Noodle away as Murdoc brewed up a furious yell.

The lift opened and 2D jumped inside into the corner, too riled up and too afraid to think about holding it upon for the others. Russel came inside the lift and Noodle tripped over her clumsy feet again, her pace at a halt. Russel turned back in the lift and beckoned Noodle urgently as it started to close. "Noodle, come on, girl, come on…" but she stopped right at the door. She didn't know why. Russel frowned at her and she just shook her head sadly as she faced away from him. "Noodle, get in! Noodle!" he lurched forward and almost caught his arm in the doors if 2D hadn't pulled him back in the nick of time.

Russel continued to curse in the lift as the other door burst open to reveal their zombified friend. He gave her a gruesome grin as drool trickled from his mouth, his fists bleeding and with splinters. His satanic cross glistening on his chest. He was disgusting. But he was just another zombie. Noodle took a deep puff of breath before she started running her errand and running like hell.

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I'm gonna stop it there because… I've got some emotional shit to get around my head… I mean… like really tricky stuff.

Okay, there was a sleepover a few days ago. There were 6 of us.

I snogged Tasha, my best friend. I told her I loved her. She said ditto. Get it?

Then I found out that two of my friends were actually seeing each other behind our backs. It was shocking.

The other 2 lay down their heads in confusion about these… relations. And then Laura started crying. She wouldn't tell us why, whispering 'I'm okay, I'm okay' over and over.

The other secretive couple didn't even break off their passionate kiss when their friend was crying.

Everything's turning awkward.

We can't breathe a word outside of the hexagon. (Err so why am I talking…? 0o)

I'm really at a loss here… I don't know what to do… I kind of need advice… they're not really talking about it like they need to; they want to bottle it away. They don't understand yet that they just can't do that.

Anyone experienced in this sort of trauma?