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Possession: Day 3

Noodle spent the next two days in her room, plotting her plan.

She wrote it all out in her diary, from start to finish, with all the bloody details included. The event of the night before with 2D didn't pass her mind once, not leaving the girl scarred or embarassed at all. If she was anything, she was angry and bloodthirsty. And she craved Satanic blood.

Her precious axe lay beside her, reflecting her image even better than when she first found it due to the fact that she cleaned it some more, and gave it a decent sharpening. Everytime she stopped writing to think of her plan, she looked into her axe and smirked to herself. Noodle saw her same old reflection when she gazed into it, not being able to tell if something was changing. But little did she know that something was, something big inside of her, something to change her for the worst...

Finally, after a long hour of plotting and thinking, Noodle set down her pencil once and for all. She read and reread the words she put into her diary and bared a cunning smile afterwards. The girl stood up and rushed to her dresser, where all of her clothes were kept. She pulled out her favorite outfits and stuffed them into a nearby bag, then grabbed some extra needs she knw she would want when she was gone. Knowing her axe wouldn't fit inside, she pulled together a strap that would keep it on her back while she ran. Noodle placed everything below her bed for that time, but before she left she spotted something out of the corner of her eye. There, on her nightstand, was a small empty glass bottle, big enough to fit about an ounce of liquid in it. Noodle grinned and thought to herself, 'This will be very useful to me.' She grabbed it, slipped it in her pocket, and walked quietly out of the room.

Dear diary,

I wrote to you before and I said that I would not tell you my plan. That is only because I needed to think it out for a little while, and now I have it. It is sort of complicated...but I will write it down so everyone will know that I am not as innocent as they think when they read this.

First, I am going to put on a little makeup, with the help of my good friend from the studio, and then I am going to pay a little visit to Murdoc-san...

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Murdoc lay on his bed in his Winnebago, staring at the ceiling and trying to recall how he got there in the first place. He knew he had gotten drunk again: he could feel the hangover coming on. But he couldn't remember if he had hooked up with a girl at the bar, or driven recklessly on the road again (not that he cared). He began to push himself up off the floor, thristy for another drink.

Suddenly, he had a feeling of emptiness. Like, he needed to be fufilled. Again. This was the same familiar feeling he got before he went out to find a girl to mess around with. But this time, he didn't want it. He was gay; he admitted that to himself a long time ago. He had feelings for 2D that he never felt for any girl before. So what was this emotion he was getting in the pit of his stomach?

'Maybe I just need to fack the dullard again,' Murdoc thought to himself. But strangely, it wasn't 2D that he wanted to love. He wanted some breast.

Then, a miraculous thing happened. There was a loud knock on his Winnebago door, which made him jump with surprise and delight. The Satanist grinned cunningly to himself as he thought of who could be behind his door. 'A maiden in need, perhaps...'

And there was. Murdoc went to open the door, and when he did it revealed a slim and beautiful maiden indeed. She was shorter than him, really short, and had the perfect body. Not too thin, not too fat. And what madei t better was that she was wearing a skimpy black miniskirt with high heels and a slutty tube top that barely touched her belly button. And her face...he couldn't see it very well, forit was hidden by dark hair and shadows. But he knew she was beautiful from the smile he saw on her cherry red lips and the blush on her cheeks. Murdoc actually smiled that time.

"Come on in, sexy," He said in an alluring voice. "I've got Vodka and Bud Weiser, and some of the finest wine you couldn't get in France-"

"Shut up, Satanist. I came here to get fucked, not drunk."

And with that, the beautiful woman jumped onto the bass player and shover her tongue into his mouth, leaving him shocked with gasp but soon able to overcome it. He went with the game and kissed back, thinking to himself, 'What 'arm could it do, one more night with a girl?'

Little did he know how much harm it would do. So much harm, so very much...

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They were soon on his bed, naked of their clothes and never breaking away from their make out kiss. Murdoc had thrown off the covers on his bed and practically pounced on the girl, once again forcing his cock into her vagina. This girl was needy, needier than most girls (and boys) that he had fucked before. But her touch...her touch was heavenly. She was soft and gentle, something he'd recognize in only one person...but of course, it couldn't possibly be her, could it?

"'Ey, baby," Murdoc broke away for a moment. The girl stopped as well.

"Yeah?"

"Would you mind tellin' me...what your name is?"

The girl blinked at him. Murdoc instantly wished that he hadn't said anything, but he was relieved when she smirked politely and answered him.

"You want to know my name, do you?"

He nodded.

She wagged her finger at him in a motion that said, "Come here."

He did.

She whispered into his ear, "Axe Princess."

Murdoc felt a sudden stab of pain in his back. He cried out in agony, and when he looked up the girl was gone. But he felt something tap his shoulder, so he cringed his neck to see what it was. There she was, with an axe in her hand, grinning evilly. He stared into her eyes, and finally saw who this girl was. And he recognized her.

"N-N-Noodle love?" He stammered.

She shook her head. "You heard my name. I am Axe Princess."

"Noodle, why the 'ell are you doin' this?"

"You took the one person I loved most."

"You're too young to love."

"TOJIKOMERU!"

Noodle pushed her axe deeper into Murdoc's spine, which made him cry out again. She saw the blood leaking from his wound, and yearned to lick it so badly. But she couldn't yet; he would have to be dead to do so.

From's Murdoc's view, this was a pain like no other. Sure, he had been in a lot of bad situations before, and in a lot of physical pain as well, but nothing like this. The axe was pushing into his back, through his bone and poking the stuff inside. It shouldn't have seemed like it would hurt him so much, but it did. And the worst part was that more was coming.

No...the worst part was that the only sister he ever had was doing this to him. And with glee.

Finally, Noodle pulled the axe out of his back. Murdoc got a second of relief, but it was soon interrupted with more pain and cries. Noodletossed her axe into more of his reddining flesh, cutting deeper and deeper into the wound that she had first punctured. Something snapped in Murdoc that told him to get the hell out of there, so he jumped off his bed and sprinted for the door.

But he never made it. Noodle threw her axe at the man and successfully stuck it in his shoulder. Murdoc screamed out once again and fell to the ground, frantically trying to remove the blade from his body. Noodle slowly walked towards him, gazing angrily the floor with every step she took. Murdoc was shivering with fear now, fear knowing that she was planning to kill him. And he knew she would, because he could see it in her eyes. Her loving innocence was now replaced with hatred and the need to kill. She was no longer the Noodle they all knew and loved. She was Axe Princess.

"Noodle...love...why are you doing this?"

Noodle glared down at the bass player. Her eyes seemed redder than his single one had ever been.

"You took 2D away from me. I loved him with all of my heart, then you had to go and take him away! He was the only reason I stayed with you boys, the only reason for me to live. But he thinks of me as an immature child, and I will not take it anymore! I am sick of you always hurting him, always beating on him for no good reason. It's...it's..." She stopped. Murdoc could hear his hollow breathing throguh the vast silence.

Then, out of nowhere, came the most dreaded death glare Murdoc had ever recieved in his life. It frightened him the moment it jumped into his eyes and into his mind, and at this moment he knew he was going to Hell. Noodle pulled her axe out of Murdoc for the last time and spoke very quietly.

"It is time to pay your dues, Murdoc Niccals."

And there, in the carpark, was where Murdoc Niccals, the Gorillaz bass player, was killed. Noodle put her axe above her head and sent it down on Murdoc's neck, cutting open his bare flesh and sending tears of pain down his face. She sliced the axe down his chest and to his crotch, watching the blood run out from inside. She watched Murdoc grimace in pain, thinking of how much hurt he must have been in. And I guess that's where the last ounce of her love for him came in, not wanting him to suffer too much before his death. So she put her heel on his gentle heart, stepped on it slightly, and the Satanist instantly died. Noodle smiled beneath the shadows of the winne. She grabbed his body and started dragging him out of the Winnebago and down the street, where she had dug a grave for him already.

But then she remebered the bottle in her pocket. She took it out, examined it, then had a brilliant idea. She gently sqeezed the remaining drops of blood from Murdoc's heart into the bottle, and it slowly filled up. The girl smiled to herself as she put the bottle of blood in her pocket and continued to bring the man known as Murdoc Niccals to his grave.

She left behind nothing but the words Axe Princess written on the wall in blood.

My plan is that I will dress up as a pretty girl and get Murdoc to invite me into his Winnebago. Then, I will have sex with him until he asks me what my name is. I know he will ask me. He will recognize me. Then I will pull out my axe and kill him. Not a very sophisticated plan, but a plan nonetheless. I can't wait to taste the blood of the man that took my love away...and my innocence.

The day of blood had come, my diary. And you hold the details to my destiny.

(Pant pant) TWO UPDATES IN TWO DAYS! YOU GUYS SHOULD BE WORSHIPPING ME! (Screams like a little girl) But really, I worked hard on it, I actually don't think it's crap. Yeah, surprising.S please review! I have to run now, Making the Band 3 is on! (Runs to the nearest Telly)

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By the way, tojikomeru means, "Shut up!" in Japanese. So there's a little lesson for you. More reasons to review. (Cackles)