Forgive me! I discovered a game called The Sims, and I just couldn't stop playing! Plus, I didn't know how I was going to write this next chapter. But here I am, not lazy, ideas popping into my head every three seconds, and The Sims are shut down! (Smiles)

Oh, and thanks for reviewing! I don't think I've ever gotten so many reviews by the second chapter...(Cough)

Um...yeah. Enjoy chapter three!

Possession: Day 4

There were police cars and ambulances everywhere. No matter where you looked, some emergency vehicle was there. There didn't seem to be any possible escape routes, so Noodle stayed upstairs in her room.

Also, she didn't want anybody questioning her. Not that she was afraid she would speak the truth, because she felt no guilt at all and knew she wasn't going to spill. But she didn't want to lie, and strangely, after all the happened, that was her biggest fear. She didn't want to admit that she killed one of her only brothers, even if it was for sweet revenge. She didn't want to confess her eternal love for 2D. And she didn't want to say she dressed like a whore and had sex with the victum before his death.

Nope, she wanted to keep it all to herself.

A sudden stroke of fear swept through her mind. What if she got pregnant? What would she say then? She couldn't just have the baby. Sure, she was certain she was mature enough to be a mother. But at 13? No way. And also, what would she tell people? The fans would go insane (Well, more insane), and the other boys would suspect something. She couldn't get an abortion, either. It wasn't just because she was against it, but because she would have to tell Russel and 2D that she was pregnant to get money for the abortion. Either way, they would end up finding out.

Noodle gulped. She would have to test herself when she got the chance.

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When Noodle finally went downstairs, she was attacked by journalists and news reporters from every radio station, every channel and every newspaper. She tried to push through the crowds, but they were stronger and bigger than she is and trampled her. Russel had to save her from being crushed to death. He grabbed her with his big hands and carried her through the massive amount of people, holding her high above so she wouldn't get hurt anymore. When they were finally out of the herd, Russel set her down.

"Noodle girl, are you okay?"

Noodle nodded, suddenly feeling very sick.

"Well, you don't look like it. Are you still upset about...you know..."

She didn't do anything that time.

"You know, I know what it's like to lose someone close to you. I went through it a dozen times. You remember Del, right? And the other guys? Yeah...so if you want to talk or somethin', then...you know...come and talk to me."

She nodded again. Russel gave her a pity smiled and walked away, yelling at the presses to get lost. Noodle didn't know it, but at that moment she went very pale. The teen finally realized that Murdoc was gone, and he was never coming back. Those mismatched eyes...that grumpy attitude...that evil grin...gone. She wanted to hate him, was desperate. She was the one who truly loved 2D, she was. She didn't beat on him one minute and kiss him the next. She wasn't a gay faggot...

Noodle blinked and shook herself. She had to stay focused to complete the next task of her plan. But as she walked away, she couldn't help feeling a small pang of guilt in her heart for their late bass player.

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"Murdoc Niccals was brutally murdered last night after partying with a mysterious hooker, says Russel Hobbs..."

"Bass player for Gorillaz has mysteriously disappeared under strange circumstances..."

"Murdoc Niccals, bass player for world famous band Gorillaz, has drunk himself to death, says his gay lover Stuart Tusspot..."

A shadowy figure dragged something across the ground of the cemetary. No one saw its face, no one heard it speak, the only thing anyone remembered (Of the few that happened to see) was the sound of the leaves crunching underneath the feet of the figure, and the scraping of the body being forcibly pulled on the ground. No one knew if it was alive or not, or what the figure was doing.

Then, they saw the strange shape in the dark toss the body on the ground, in a hole of some sort. Being in a cemetary, a grave perhaps. They waited for the person (or thing) to bury it finally with the dug up dirt. But it never did. It appeared to be...leaving? It was just going to leave the body there, unburied? How cruel! Who was this little person? Who had they killed? Why didn't they bury the body? Why would they do something like this? Why, why, why...

Noodle grinned as she was walking away and thought to herself, 'It was the right thing to do, and I think I got a kick out of it. Maybe I'll do it again...'

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Dear diary,

I...I do not know what has become of me. I did what I told you I was going to do, I killed Murdoc-san. It was wonderful! I got such a feeling of rush, I have never felt that before! The way he screamed when I forced my axe into his bare flesh...it was unbelievable. I guess I am turning into a true assassin. (Hee hee!)

...But, that is not why I am afraid. I am not afraid of being caught, because I know they would never guess that I did it, little innocent Noodle, who is grieving over the loss of her brother. No, they will think it is 2D (!). So yes, I am not afraid. Nor am I guilty. But...I am afraid that I will do it again. My little glass bottle is craving for more blood; what is already inside is starting to clot I think. But I do not want to kill anyone else! I do not want to hate, I really do not...but, a part of me still does. Something is taking over me, diary, and I am very scared.

Love, Noodle

P.S. Russel looks a little depressed...maybe I should help him out. I will get back to you, my diary.

Noodle put down her pencil and quickly shoved her diary under her bed mattress. She sighed and tucked her long purple bangs behind her ears, something she never did. She hated how people could read her like a book whenever they saw her eyes, so she grew out her bangs to hide them, for fear that someone would find out her deepest, darkest secrets.

But...why was sherevealing them now?

There was a loud knock on the door. Noodle jumped as her heart started beating rapidly and out of control. She could hear it as Russel opened the door...Pit pat...pit pat...pit pat...

"Noodle girl? Are you in here?"

Noodle's head popped up. "Yes, Russel-san."

Russel walked in and sat next to her. His fingers nervously tapped her sheet, as if he was in some sort of awkward trance. He wanted to say something; Noodle knew it. But she didn't know what.

A thought struck through her mind. Could he know...?

"Noodle." Noodle turned to face the black man. "I noticed that you aren't...well, as upset as I thought you would be. I mean, Murdoc's dead, and you haven't said a word about it all day."

Noodle had to restrain herself from smiling. If she did so much as giggle, it would give it all away.

"Are you okay? Is somethin' up? Because if there is, you can talk to me. I mean, I won't tell anybody or nothin'..."

Noodle stared at the drummer. She looked into his eyes, pupiless as they were, and tried to guess what he was thinking. It didn't take long for her to learn what he had.

She had been gone the same period of time that Murdoc was killed.

There was makeup all over her dresser when she left.

Her old axe had been removed from her closet.

There was blood all over her clothes.

Noodle shook her head. "Nothing is wrong, Russel-san. Thank you for worrying, but I am just fine."

And with that, Noodle pranced out of her room, brewing up another plan for herself and her axe.

Dear diary,

Russel knows. We must erase his memory, "we" meaning me and my axe. Though you probably know that by now...

My plan? I have no plan. Just an all out attack on him. I can't wait to see his blood spill...I wonder if spirits will come out of him? A thought, my diary. Onlya thought.

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Russel roamed through the hallways late at night, around 2 o'clock in the morning. He wasn't going anywhere exactly, just pacing around and thinking to himself. Mostly about Noodle and Murdoc. Before, he realized that Noodle had disappeared and reappeared in the same amount of time that Murdoc was killed. He knew this from recent investigations. He figured it was couldn't have been anyone but Noodle, who was no doubt silently enjoying her little victory. But it wasn't that he was wondering. What he was wondering was why? Why would Noodle do such a thing? If only she knew what she had done to 2D...

D. What was he doing now? Not sleeping, he couldn't be. He wouldn't be sleeping after that...when Russel had first seen 2D, he was in hysterical sobs and throwing a tantrum on the ground. He could hear his melancholy words now: "HE'S NOT DEAD! HE CAN'T BE DEAD! HE WOULDN'T LEAVE ME, GODDAMNIT!"

The drummer sighed under his breath and shook his head. 'Poor D,' he thought. 'He was already in so much pain, and now this...'

In the dark, Russel heard a creak. He yawned and scratched his bald head, thinking it was another zombie that had gotten into the studios. He was about to grab a stick and attack it when he heard another creak from behind him. Russ jerked his head around and saw only darkness through his white eyes. He started to get nervous, but after hearing nothing but quiet, he shrugged and began his trek through the hallways.

Then, there was a loud scratch on the ceiling space right above him. Russel jumped and his heart got pumping at a million miles per hour. His eyes darted across the ceiling, but he saw nothing but shadows. Nothing...wait! There was a gleam from the corner! Russel pushed up his sleeves, growled like a lion, and charged through to the light he saw from the other side.

His call was soon answered. He felt a sharp pain in his neck, and something wet ran down his chest. Russel was sent flying towards the wall, but even before he hit it he was screaming in pain. He yelled for Noodle or 2D to come, but his cries were left unanswered that time. Something leaned down and hissed in his ear, "Scream again and I'll just make this even worse for you."

That voice...it was so familiar...

"Noodle...girl..."

The pain in his neck got worse. He felt a sharp object cut past his flesh and veins, almost down to the bone. Tears ran down his cheeks; he'd never felt pain like this before. Even with Del and the gang, never had he been through something like this. It made him wish he he was dead, though he was still thriving to survive.

"I can make this slow and painful, or I can end it now. You choose. Scream for help and you die in an hour. Stay quiet and I'll end this right now."

Russel knew better than to trust a killer, so he yelped as loud as he could one last time.

What a terrible mistake he made.

"Okay, this can be slow and painful. More fun for me."

Russel though he could see her smiling through the darkness. Her smile had always been bright enough to light a room. Her smile...her laugh...her eyes...her...what had happened to his innocent little girl? Russel never had kids of his own, of course, so Noodle was like a daughter to him. He remember the long nights spent awake, scaring away the monsters in her closet or reading a bedtime story to her. Those nostalgic memories made the pain even worse, now sending streaks of blood down his body.

Noodle pressed into the axe harder, listening to the groans of pain rise out from Russel. Never had she felt this excited before! She always hated the thought of torturing another, but this was delightful! It was even better than when she killed Murdoc!

'Maybe that's why I did it again,' thought Noodle as she finally pulled the axe out of her brother's neck.

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Noodle stepped over Russel's aching body, looking for another area to inflict her axe upon. First, she wanted the leg. That way, he couldn't just get up and run away. Noodle raised the axe above her head and brought it down with great force, shoving it deeper and deeper into the drummer's soft flesh. The screams were ear-piercing, but Noodle forced them to come toa stop when she leaned over and gently whispered in Russel's ear: "Hush. It will be over soon. Trust me."

Noodle heaved the axe out of his leg. Russel was relieved for a quick second, but it was short lived. He felt another wave of pain sweep over his arm, then his shoulder, then finally his stomach. By then, he was getting used to the pain, and his cries were nothing more than surprised gasps. Not that it didn't still hurt like hell.

Russel could feel his insides being torn apart inside of him. It was a strange feeling, like if you ate Jell-O and later felt it digging its way out of your bellybutton. He could feel Noodle step on something, which didn't exactly hurt, but it didn't feel pleasing either. The axe had long been discarded, now a bloody mess on the ground a few feet away. Noodle sat on his crotch area and began whispering little words of ease in his ears.

"You always were my favorite brother, you know. Even though I am in love with 2D, and always have been, you have always been the greatest to me.

"But, you found out about what I did to Murdoc-san, so I had to kill you. I did not want to do it. But I knew I must if I was going to be with my Koishii.

"I'm so sorry, Russel-san."

A tear ran down Noodle's cheek and dropped onto Russel's open stomach. It was pure, no doubt full of true sorrow. Russel knew that his fellow band member, his friend, his daughter, was truly sorry.

And that was all he needed to know to die happy.

Noodle raised the axe above her head one final time before sending Russel Hobbs to his grave. More tears raced down her face, but she knew she couldn't chicken out now. The axe was sent flying down on the drummer, slicing through his face and ending his life in an instant. And, as his blood lay on the ground and spilled endlessly onto the floor, Noodle sobbed silently in the darkness of Kong Studios.

But she didn't notice that Russel was smiling when the axe was laid down upon him.

Dear diary,

You are soaked with my tears, but they are not tears of joy. I have murdered the only man that I ever truly had as a father. I did not want to! I almost did not do it! But...something told me to. I do not know what it was, though. Was it that growing thing inside of me that has captured my innocence? Or was it something else? I do not know, but my axe is calling me now and I must answer to it.

My axe...I HAVE TO GO.

Love, Axe Princess

Noodle

Russel is dead...so what's going to happen to the two remaining Gorillaz? Review and maybe we'll all find out...

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