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HA! I have finished, all I have to do now is type up the chapters. Then, I can work on my other story. It is for you Noodle fans. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this. Only a few more chapters to go, hang in there, they are short.

Chapter 11: Iya des'ippai yume

I woke to the sound of someone saying my name, "2D? 2D?"

It was a gentle voice. A voice that wanted to comfort me but couldn't.

My eyes slowly opened. Murdoc was there. He was looking at the ground. He was smoking. He never looked up at me. But I knew that he was the one who had said my name.

As I stared at him, I noticed something. My clothes were all on. My pain was gone too. I couldn't say anything but, "Muds."

Murdoc gave a small sigh. His face was sad. His expression was that of someone about to give another person bad news.

I suddenly felt wrong. He looked at me. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and put it out with his hand. He tossed it into my trashcan.

I only watched. I had this feeling that I knew he was going to say something bad.

He looked at me. He paused. As if he were thinking if he should tell me or not. He gave me a side-glance away, "2-D." He said it firmly. He said it so that I would pay attention to him.

I gave him his attention. "Wot." Was what I said.

Murdoc's black hair was less shiny. It looked dull, old. His clothes were also faded. His facial expressions were clear though. His eyes turned slowly toward me. Both of his mix matched eyes looked at me hard. They wanted to kill me, I know it.

I gave a small tilt of my head, "Ta…" I didn't finish. Murdoc's hand had flown up and stopped me. His hand was open, he didn't hit me. He only held his hand up to silence me. I obeyed. "2D, don't speak. The last thing I wanna 'ear is yer voice."

My facial features sank. I found myself, lost. I looked at him hard, but held back a question that I wanted to ask.

Murdoc lowered his hand. Then he said, "I'm leaven'."

2 words. Only 2 words. I hated the words. I didn't even understand them. I stood up very fast, "Wot the Fuck?"

Murdoc stayed sitting. He only glanced up at me, "Ya 'eard me."

My anger was showing. My blue spiky hair must have been on fire, Murdoc was watching me. I was one of the worst people to hide my anger, somewhat. Murdoc was the worst though. But, if he was mad now, he hides it well.

I scowled, "Ya son-of-a bitch."

He gave a small laugh. That only made me madder. I think Murdoc knew what was coming next. But once more, if he did, he didn't show it. I punched Murdoc. Right in the face I did.

His face had turned to the side. I took a step back. I wanted him to get up, to act like himself. He got up. He didn't look at me though. His dark, shiny less hair covered his eyes. He began to walk to the door.

I yelled, "Ya can't go! You're our bands Bassists! Plus…" I stopped. I didn't want to say it. I didn't even believe it yet.

Murdoc opened the door and stopped. He didn't look at me. His eyes were still covered by his hair. A dark shadow cast over his face, "Noodle's other cousin will be your new band member. E's cool."

I gasped, "Wot, about ya? We want you in our band! Ya can't jus go!"

Murdoc sneered, "I'm leaven'. I'm jus' too tired of ya. If I don' go, I might kill ya. Do ya want that?"

I gave him an even more pissed off glare, "Ya won't kill me!"

He turned back to me, a new look in his eyes, "Wouldn't I?" He got closer to me. I had to backup. I could smell his breath.

"Where ya goin?" I said a bit shaken.

Murdoc backed up, "With Diesel."

I heard something pop in my head. I think it was my brain. I knew at that moment that this was a dream. A bad dream. This all sounded too crazy anyway. I laughed. I laughed hard. I know I surprised Murdoc because he was looking at me like I was crazy. He said, "Wot the 'ell is the matter wich' ya?"

I took a few deep breaths, "This, this, is all a dream. No way this is real! This is all a nastay game my twisted lil'le mind is playen' on me." I held my stomach. Even though this was a dream, my stomach still hurt.

Murdoc gave a grin, "Ya 'ave finally gone crazy. This ain't a dream ya twaht!"

When he realized that I wasn't going to believe him, he punched me. He punched me in my stomach. I cringed in pain.

"Ya feel the pain. If ya were 'aven a goddamned dream, don' ya think that wouldn't 'ave 'urt!" He was close to my side.

I gave him a look, "Then this is real?" I didn't want to believe. He helped me up. I stood there. Looking at him.

"I'm leaven." He grew serious again. He seemed, fake. I looked. His face went back into shadows.

I couldn't stop him, no one could. He paused at the door one final time. He didn't look at me, he said, "Good-bye, 2D." Then, he was gone.

Ch. 11, end. I hope you liked this one. I loved it. I thought it was okay. Took me forever to create. It was okay though. Also, I am making this with a twist ending. I am making an alternative ending. You can pick the way it ends. But, I will say now, and I will remind you later, the ending for it now, is not the real ending. The alt. Is. That's just the way life goes. I hope you enjoy it.

-D.D.Darkwriter

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