Chapter 25: Music Is Louder Than Actions

The next day, Marcus sat down on his bed after waking up and read a new e-mail that he had received.

"Hey mate, it's Liam. Listen I don't know what kind of idea you've got in your head, but something tells me it's not nice or pretty, if you know what I mean. But me and Daniel will be round at about 2 alright? I hacked into MI6's main database again last night when I got back home and I found out that this process of injecting everyone with that strange chemical stuff will begin today at mid-day. They said that they're going to be going round every house, building and estate in the entire city and ordering people to go to these so-called clinics based all over the city. This doesn't sound good does it? We three and those four boys as well have to stay away from those guys. If we're caught and injected with that stuff, then we'll become just like all the population of this country will become. I didn't want to suggest this……but I think we should hide for now; your underground levels should be fine right? Unless you've come up with a better solution, I don't think we have much choice. Well anyway, see yer later on!

Liam"

Marcus walked downstairs into the kitchen where the four boys were. His mother meanwhile was sat in the living room; watching a usual morning talk-show programme like she always did. Everyone was in the middle of eating breakfast and there was an emptiness of sound and silence surrounding the room.

"Hey guys, I think you should wear yer' British clothes today. I don't think it'll be such a good idea to where your traditional clothes and jackets out in the open today."

"Why?"

"Because……they're coming…those MI6 people are going around every house in London and ordering people to get these injections. It doesn't take a genius to work out that they'll obviously spot you wearing those clothes."

"So what the hell's gunna happen then?"

"Well if what I'm saying is correct, you'll be able to blend in with everybody else in this city if you wear the other clothes and don't express in any way that you're American."

"Why on Earth would we not want to show we're American?"

Marcus sighed. "I watched a news report last night. You four are wanted for trespassing in this country or so they say."

"WHAT! WE ARE!"

"Yeh, no doubt it's an attempt by MI6 to find out where you are and then re-capture you four. With you captured and the whole country brain-washed by the Government, no one will know exactly what's going on and they will just lie about what has happened; making us think that everything is alright."

"MY GOD!" Cartman spoke in his usual ridiculous surprised voice.

"But thankfully, you're invulnerable to that chemical stuff so it won't affect you. It's all a matter of what me, Liam and Daniel will do."

"But hey, we did manage to get all that blood from Kenny right."

"Yeh, hey where did you put it all anyway?"

Stan and Kyle pointed towards three glass Carlsberg-marked cups full of crimson coloured blood. Marcus walked over to the three blood-filled glasses and picked one up. He smiled and jokingly replied.

"Heh, it's a shame. Carlsberg don't do blood. But if they did, it'd probably be the best blood in the world."

"Huh?"

"Oh nothing, anyway, I need to store this stuff somewhere safe; somewhere where it won't get diluted or infected with anything." With that in mind, Marcus shoved the three glasses to the back of the inside of his fridge; setting the temperature level of the fridge to cool.

Marcus walked into the living room; carrying a banana in his hand. He didn't feel hungry at all and so decided to eat something small that he enjoyed eating.

"So…you told them." Marcus' mother Liz spoke.

"Yeh, I had no choice. Sorry for not telling yer' before."

"Oh it's alright son, I understand."

Quickly eating the banana, Marcus placed the skin on a nearby plate on the coffee table. "It's just……I can't believe MI6 lied to me for all that time and all those years. It's just…it's just so frustrating and annoying."

"I know, I feel angry and frustrated at MI6 as well for lying to me. If I knew what kind of things they were up to, I would have withdrawn you from that place ages ago."

"Oh well, at least I know some acrobatic moves and know how to work a computer." The two of them both laughed slightly; trying to get a bit of humour out of the conversation. Their laughter quickly died away and returned back to concentration. "And now……well……this…this is what it's come down to; a country that within three days will become nothing less than a brain-washed society of mindless zombies who won't ever have their freedom again. It's cruel to think of it like that……but the Government have pushed it to extreme lengths now. They knew people wouldn't always be cheated out of truth, peace and freedom in this country, so they did the next worst thing and come up with a way to remove all freedom and modes of thought forever."

"You do realise that I'm not going to get one of those injections, right?"

"You're not?"

"No, me and your father…

"STEP-father."

"…step-father right, me and your step-father are going to try and avoid it by travelling to Glasgow three days from now. They say that Scotland won't get injections until next Monday so we'll just stay there until then and then return here. Hopefully, we won't get stopped by anybody or noticed."

"Yeh, I agree. But you do realise I have to stay here don't yer'?"

"Of course I do Marcus. It would have been nice for you to see all your family when we're all together again for once, but I realise that you've got an important job here."

"Exactly, the problem is though, is how I stop the Government. I'm just one guy. How can I go up against such a power that is the British Government; they do have everything that they could possibly want."

"Well son, remember when you always used to make and play tunes to me when I was upset or feeling down and they always seemed to cheer me up, maybe you can do something with that musical knowledge of yours." Liz walked off into the kitchen.

Marcus started listening again to the TV. The two presenters of the TV programme were in the middle of discussing something.

"Hmmmm, so that's why Tom Cruise was called a douche by Americans."

"True……now turning to music, popular and very-successful DJ artist Norman Cook a.k.a. Fatboy Slim has been in the news this week. Apparently he's started his own cultural project focusing on the manipulative and persuasive powers of dance and indie music. The 30 something DJ from Brighton who's Greatest Hits album was released only 5 months ago, has begun investigating why his music along with other's music has been such a success. In his interview with GMTV, he said 'I find it unusual that dance music and indie music has become so popular over the past 10 years. Usually it's all this American crap that floods the music industry with its sexual, racial and unusual topics and styles. But it seems British-based music has become more powerful in its own styles that I never expected. I mean come on, I've had 4 or 5 Number 1 tunes and all I did was sit in a bloody music studio for about 10 hours a day. And you don't see anything unusual and cool about that?' Fatboy Slim has begun his investigation work in his Brighton-based estate and is said to be focusing on this for about 5 months."

Suddenly, an idea popped into Marcus' head. "Use my musical knowledge……use it to get a message across……play music……make music……play and make music to get a message across to the British public. Wait a minute, THAT'S IT! I GOT IT, YEEEES!" He picked up the phone and started calling a number. "Hello, operator, can you give me the number of Norman Cook please……yeh that's right, Fatboy Slim."

A few minutes later, the four boys came into the living room just as Marcus had finished talking on the phone to someone.

"Guys, great news, I found a way to beat the Government and stop all this madness from continuing on."

"…………How?" Stan asked with a blank look on his face.

"Well, if we can't fight back using words or actions, then we fight back……with music."

"…………Excuse me?"

"I've just been talking to possibly one of the best people to help me with this plan; none other than Fatboy Slim."

"………..Who!"

"Fatboy Slim, y'know, that famous DJ who's been producing music for the past 10 years. Surely you must know Fatboy Slim."

"No, not really."

"Oh come on, what about his tunes? Weapon of Choice? Demons? Praise You? Gangster's Trippin'? Right Here, Right Now? The Rockefeller Skank? Surely you must have heard of the Rockefeller Skank. 'Right about now, the funk soul brother. Check it out now, the funk soul brother'?"

The four boys stood in confusion as they were trying hard to see if they had heard of that song before; even though they didn't show it in the emotions on their face. "Oh right, you mean that song that just repeats the same words for about four minutes or so?" Kyle spoke.

"Yeh, we know that. We didn't really listen to that kind of music back home. We only heard and watched it because it was on TV once."

"Bloody hell, have Americans never heard of that kind of music before or sumin?" Marcus spoke to himself in his head. "Anyway……" He resumed speaking out loud. "……I talked with Fatboy Slim for a while and explained everything. He said that he wants me to go down to Brighton for the day and talk to him about this whole thing some more. If we're lucky, he might be able to come down here and help us out."

The four boys looked at one another. "So, how does that help us?"

"Don't yer' see, Fatboy Slim is the master of music creation. I watched on the news that he's learning how to use music to manipulate what people think. If we can persuade him to make some more music tracks along with myself that are powerful and good enough, we might be able to reverse the effects of the injection chemicals and so everyone in this country won't get brainwashed."

"……Oh……right. But if you're going to this……Brighton place, then what the hell are we gunna do while you're gone?"

"Don't worry; I'm not going until 4. And besides, Liam and Daniel'll make sure you stay safe……well Liam at least."

"Right, so let me get this straight……you want us to trust you in trying to get this so-called Fatboy Slim guy down here and create some music along with you so that we can somehow play it to the whole country and hope it causes everyone to not get brain-washed whilst we're hiding like cowards from these MI6 people!"

"Basically……yeh."

"…………Cool I can't see any problems with that."

"Me neither, let's go in the swimming pool."

"Killer!"

The four boys rushed outside and all jumped into the pool without a thought or care in their heads. Marcus looked through the rooms into the garden in confusion and walked off upstairs into his room.

It was now 1.30 in the afternoon. Liam and Daniel were sitting in the kitchen having a conversation with Marcus.

"Alright, what's this plan you had?"

"Right OK, y'know the four boys are immune to these injection chemicals right?"

"Yeh."

"I didn't."

"Daniel yes you did, you just forgot."

"Yeh that's why I didn't know it, bro."

"Not knowing something and forgetting something are two completely different things."

"They are not!"

"Guys, guys, guys! Look, this is my plan…" Liam and Daniel stopped their childish argument and focused on what Marcus had to say. Marcus walked over to the fridge and opened the fridge door; bringing out the three glasses of blood from before which were slightly chilled now. "If we drink and consume this blood; which the boys got from Kenny when they killed him, we three should also be immune to it as well since the Core Unit energy in this blood should cause a chain of energy to begin being created in our won bodies."

"Marcus……those boys killed Kenny? Are they mad?" Liam shouted with a huge sign of shock on his face.

"Hey don't worry bro, that boy Kenny comes back to life every time he gets killed like that."

"Oh right yeh, I forgot about that."

"HA! You forgot about something as well. HA HA HA!"

"Shut up Daniel. Look Marcus, it's a good idea, but we have to think of the high possibility that it won't work. I mean for one, we're possibly not the same blood group as Kenny is, so our bodies won't accept it even if we do consume it."

"I know that. But we have to try it just incase it does work. We've got nothing to lose."

"Yeh, maybe you're right. Alright…pass me my glass." Liam replied; at which Marcus passed two glasses of Kenny's blood to Liam and Daniel.

"No way, I ain't drinking that stuff." Daniel spoke; pressing the glass over to the other side of the table.

"You have to Daniel. Do you wanna be free from being brain-washed or not?"

"Yes but………oh god…alright……bloody hell…Why couldn't blood taste like cherry sauce or something."

And at that point, the three lads gulped their glasses of blood down. Marcus tried gulping his glass down in one go but slowly took it step by step. Liam found it quite easy to gulp his glass down. But Daniel was struggling as he scrunched up his eyes and tried not to throw up and vomit because of the fact that somebody else's blood was touching his tongue and going down his throat. He along with the other two lads finally finished gulping down the last few drips of blood from the glass.

"Well……" Marcus spoke.

"Well what?"

"I dunno, I just said 'well' hoping you'd say something else."

"Like what?"

"Like…errrrr…well, do you feel any different now?"

"No, not really. My stomach's feeling a bit sickly after gulping down all that blood, but that's it."

"Hey guys, maybe we're not supposed to feel different. Maybe, that's it. It's inside us now, so let's just wait and see and see if it's worked."

"Yeh maybe you're right Daniel. I guess there's only one way to find out and that's by having one of those injections some time soon or whenever."

Meanwhile in the basement spare room where Stan and Kyle had been sleeping and staying in during their time here in London, the two boys were getting changed. Marcus had told all four of them to change from wearing their usual clothes; which they had been wearing for about two hours now, to their British clothes which they had stored somewhere in their rooms. They knew that it was only a matter of time before someone would eventually come round and force them to take the injections.

The room that Stan and Kyle were in now had only one source of light in it and that was hanging bulb that was attached to the ceiling. As it swung from side to side slightly, Stan and Kyle still managed to see each other from where they stood in the opposite areas of the large basement room.

"Dude, can you believe all this. I never knew things in this country were so f---ed up." Kyle spoke; taking off his orange jacket and placing his green hat on top of his bed in a dark corner of the room.

"I know dude. Never knew life in England sucked so much, never thought I'd be saying that I'm glad things are the way they are back home." Stan replied; throwing his jacket and shirt onto a nearby chair and grabbing hold of the other shirt he was putting on.

"But I can't help but think that we should be helping in some way."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that we should be helping Marcus with all this. I mean that dude's done a lot for us since we arrived here. I think the least we could do is re-pay him somehow by helping him." Kyle's voice was a little muffled as he took off his old shirt and pulled on his long-sleeved army green graphics shirt on instead.

"Yeh, maybe you're right." Stan walked over to the pair of dark blue jeans that were hanging from a pole and jumped into them and fastened them up to the top. With his shirt and jeans on, he walked over to the white trainers in the corner and put them on as well. "But how can we help him? We don't know anything to help him with. And besides, we can't write or play our own music, so we can't do that."

"Well……maybe that's what we can help him with."

Stan walked over to Kyle; confused into what Kyle had just said. "What! Kyle, we know nothing about playing or making music. Remember when we tried to form that band that we called 'Moop' and look where that got us."

"I know but listen, if we practice enough and ask Marcus and the others to give us some help, then maybe we'll be good enough to be a band again."

"I dunno dude. Last time we tried to play as a band…we sucked…badly."

Marcus opened the door upstairs that led into the basement spare room.

"Hey guys." Marcus shouted down. "Are you two ready?"

"Yeh dude, we'll be up in a minute." Stan shouted back up at which Marcus closed the door again. "Look dude, don't worry about it. I'm sure Marcus has got this all sorted out."

"Yeh maybe you're right." Kyle replied back; at which point the two boys made their way up the basement staircase and back up onto the ground floor.

The four boys walked into the living room; now all wearing their British clothes again like from before.

"Alright boys, you go with Liam and Daniel to their house. Don't worry if someone comes storming in or knocking at the door, just go with them and get it over and one with; you'll be fine."

"OK, whatever you say dude." Stan spoke.

"Liam, Daniel, if either one of you falls victim to those chemicals when you get your injection, try as hard as you can not to say anything nice or positive about the current Government, because only an idiot would do that."

"Yeh we understand Marcus, don't worry. Alright guys, let's go!" Liam spoke at which he, Daniel and the four boys made their way out of the front door and won the street. Marcus turned off any lights that were on and closed the main curtains. Making his way into the garden, he started walking right to the back where all the plants and huge trees were situated. Unaware to anybody, a secret path that led him out of the garden and down a small path through channels of bushes and plants was based right at the back of the garden. Jumping over the small gate that blocked entrance to the path, Marcus began walking down the secret route; looking at his watch to see that it had just turned 2 in the afternoon.

"OK, it's a bit earlier than I had planned, but it looks like that I'll be travelling to Brighton now. All I need to do is get back onto the main street once this path ends and find a taxi that'll take me all the way to Brighton. Oh well, not too hard I suppose." Marcus spoke to himself as he jogged slowly down the path; making sure not to get spotted by any of the army or MI6 soldiers which had already begun going to numerous houses in the area and forcing people to go with them to the injection clinics based all over London.