Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz
Okay, so I know how many of you know how I do my work. This is how I do it, I type up many chapters, then, I post them. I do it because it is way easier. Plus, I can look back and then see what I typed before and then look ahead. Well anyway, A gun is being pointed to my head right now…, so I hope you do enjoy this next chapter. Have fun.
Chapter 3: The plan
My head felt dizzy. I could see nothing. In this place, I was alone. I opened my eyes. Nothing. All I could see was a dark fabric. Damn it! That was right, I was still in this place. I wasn't at home. There was no home for me. Not right now anyway. I jerked my head. There was no room to turn really, and when I did, my head was stopped. 'Dang, also forgot about the head being tied.' Yeah, for some reason, my head was tied to the table. I gave a small cry. To my amazement, someone asked if I was okay. It was Creepy.
Creepy said in his dark, yet light voice, "Ya okay?" He shuffled over to my side. I could feel his body coming closer to mine. My stomach felt a bit odd. I didn't answer right away. But then, I remembered my plan.
"I have to use the rest room." I said lowly. I don't know what I really expecting him to say. But sure enough, he unbuckled me and then helped me up. I followed him as he led the way. I remembered how long the walk took at the pace we were going. We walked slow. We got to the rest room. He said, " 'Ere. Go on, 'ury." He said oddly.
I walked into the bathroom. When he closed the door I could hear him step to the side and lean against the door. I didn't wait. I took the stupid blindfold off. I let my eyes adjust. Then, I went to the mirror. It was the same on as yesterday. It had small cracks in it today. Thank god. I looked around for something to hit the mirror with, to break the glass even more. I found a small piece of something. COULDN'T FIGAR OUT WHAT. Wasn't even going to try either. I smashed it on the mirror. A small piece fell. The whole glass mirror didn't shatter though. I didn't want it too. All I wanted was a small piece of the glass. I looked at the edge of the piece I had broken off. It was sharp. Sharp enough to cut through the straps that would soon be holding me down. I gave a smile. My shirt was gray. My pants where jeans. They could hold the glass piece till I was alone in that room again. I put the piece in my pocket and then went to the bathroom. I had to go anyway.
When I was done, I checked to see if the glass was noticeable. It wasn't. I then put my blindfold on and walked out of the room.
Creepy grabbed my arm. His hands were cold. They also were dry. They were odd. He smelled of something. It wasn't a bad smell really. It was an off smell though. I gave lift of my head, hoping that I could get a glance at the man. Nope. It didn't work. I had tied it on way too tight. I gave a small sigh as we walked into the room. When we walked in, our shoes made a tap tap sound on the floor. I could tell that there was no carpeting inside of this room. I could tell on the first day I set foot on the ground.
Creepy put me on the table. Then he said, "I going ta strap ya in now." He said it lowly. I let him. His breathing was a lighter sound now. It was different from the other day. This was a better breathing. Not only his breathing, but his voice. I took a notice to it. His voice sounded familiar. I couldn't place it though. I didn't know who he was.
Creepy patted me on the head. But, before he left the room he said, "Ya made her sad. She did a lot ta get ya 'ere. Ya should try an say thanx, or somefin." He closed the door. I had a small clue as to what he was talking about. And now, I knew who 'she' was.
It was that girl. The one who knew my name. The one that kept saying my name in that odd way. I gave a sigh as the flash back of my yelling at her came into view. 'I'm an ass hole.' I thought. I was. Even if they had taken me, I was being mean. But hell, they could at least tell me where I am, or how I got here. I would even be happy with an explanation of why I couldn't remember anything.
I groaned. It seemed to be the only sensible thing to do in my position. But then again, now I could put my plan to work. I gave a huge smile. I reached my hand down to my pocket. I wanted to see if I could get the glass out. I did! I got it out! It was in my hand now. I twisted my wrist so that the sharp side of the glass would cut up against the strap. The strap began to make a funny noise. But that only told me that it was working. My strap around my upper half was off. When the glass cut through, it flung off. I could move my chest up. Next, I cut the strap that held my head down. The strap that also covered my eyes. Soon, I was sitting up, with my eyes looking to see what to cut next. I was soon cutting my ankle ties. When all of my body was free, I took a closer look around the room. I gave a small gasp. The room wasn't like the bathroom.
This room had a window in it. It even had a mirror. It had gray walls though. There was also a bed in here. 'How come I wasn't put on the bed?' I asked no one. The room looked kind of like a holding cell. Not as bad, but still pretty gross. The first thing I did was go over to the door. I hopped off of the bed and let my eyes adjust. I didn't have to wait that long, I had just been out in the light. This room had poor lighting. I could see though. I went to the door and twisted the handle. As I did, it opened! I jumped up and nearly screamed with joy. I was so happy. Creepy was really dumb wasn't he? I looked out of the room for the first time. I saw a hall. Both ways the hall stretched on. I grew disappointed. But, that didn't stop me from going on. I stepped out into the hall.
I was looking for a staircase. I found one. I went down as quietly as possible. I was successful. No one came to look for me at least. I was at the bottom of the stairs when I heard someone coming. The person moved like normal. It was probably the girl, or perhaps the big man. I leaned against the wall. I looked frantically for a place to hide. When I saw a wall that was going a different way, I got behind that instead. The person walked passed me. I was holding my breath. As I watched the person, I noticed her. She turned. I got a glance at her face. No. Right away, I knew I was crazy. Then the girl passed me. The girl was about as tall as me. She could have been maybe taller then me, or shorter then me. All I know was that I wasn't in reality anymore. I was dreaming? I had to be. If I was in the real world, then I wouldn't see her. I thought I was going nuts. She turned the corner. I was alone. I thought. No, I probably wasn't. After all, if that was really the person who I had just seen, then there would be demons everywhere.
No way that was Noodle. Noodle, from the Gorillaz. I fell to the ground. I put my head between my knees, "Home. I want to go home. I want home. I am dreaming. Wake up Reanin. Wake up." I felt my head spin. My brother was in my mind. He was real. Not this. This was fake. This isn't real, I'm dead. I have to be. Or, my dream… No. No no no. I could keep saying no. I could say it forever.
Or, I could say it till I woke up, couldn't I?
End of chapter 3. I am sorry that It is so short. I only wanted to get this far in this chapter though. I wanted to get to this part so that I could try and make the next chapter interesting. I like the idea of how this is going so far. I hope you do. I would love it if you guys and girls would give me ideas for other fanfics. I need to know what you guys like to read about. But I refuse to write 2D/Noodle. I wont do that. Don't know why. Don't ask. HEHE. My secret. I love secrets. This is all one big secret. You'll never know. Well, any way, I am going to go start chapter 4. Bye.
-D.D.Darkwriter
Morbid is not a person. Nor is it the mind. Morbid is a gift, Love will make you blind.
