Disclaimer: I don't own the Gorillaz.
I am back! Actually, I have been here the whole time. I am just really quiet. Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy this next chapter. Reanin finds out that cartoons are real. And a lot of things are not what they appear to be. Life sux. Enjoy.
Chapter 4: Not Real
I leaned and slid down the wall. I had no life left in me. The only thing I could think at the moment was that this was all a fake. It was fake. None of this was real. No, it couldn't have been. "Gorillaz aren't real. They, they are a bunch of animated drawings put into holographic figures to make people think they are real." I thought. I was imagining all of this. I had to have been. There was no way that I was about to believe that I was really in the same room as an animated Gorillaz person. I laughed. What else was there to do? I laughed harder. Was I going crazy? I had to have been. WAIT! No, I am not crazy, I am dreaming all of this. That's right, I'm in a dream and this is fake. I smiled to myself. I got up. I had found new energy.
I half wished that I would wake up though, and that I could be sure that this was all a dream. I took a step forward. The creaking of the floorboards made me try and go slower. Half of the house seemed to be made of concrete. Not this part though. I tried another steep. If this was a dream, it was a loud one. I kept walking. I let my feet take me to somewhere where I didn't realize I was going. I was walking toward voices.
There was a wall between the people talking and myself. I listened in. "Why did she want her?" Said the fat man's voice.
"I don' know. Maybe she wan' 'er ta be in ta' band?" Said old Creepy's voice.
I held my breath, they were talking about me. They had to have been. I listened harder.
"Why she have to tie her up though? I mean, I don't really think that the poor girl has anywhere else to go. And I don't think she can get out of the room." Said the fat man's voice.
I gave a silent sneer to myself, "Right." I said. This was a dream, I could do anything I wanted, right? How the hell is one door going to stop me?
"She is pretty though." Said the Creepy one. He said it in a somewhat of a sad way. As if being cute where a bad thing. I had this odd feeling that I was going to get rapped. Then again, if they wanted to do that, they would have done it already, right?
The fat guy said next, "She too young for ya man. Besides, she's taken."
Was I taken? How? I don't remember having a boyfriend. Then, suddenly, I remembered who's voices I had heard. All of the voices. I could hear him in my head, 'If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.' The fat man was Russel. The Creepy person had to be 2-D. And old Grumpy or extreamly smelly had to be was Murdoc. I cringed. I was here with them. All of them. They had taken me, and now I was here, with them, alone. No! Where was my family? My brother? This wasn't a dream. No. This was real. There was no way I could dream all of this up. Dreaming. Dreams are suppose to be happy. They show what we want. This is not what I want. This is not a dream. As I was about to fall to the ground, someone approached.
I came to attention. I could hear a gun cock. The gun stared at me. So did the person holding it. I didn't move. I listened as he said, "Don't move!"
It was Murdoc. He could see me clearly, I could see him. He looked into my eyes. Then, he froze. I took my chance. I ran. I don't know where I was running. But, I let myself get ahead of him. He followed, after a delayed reaction. I knew I could make anyone stop. All I had to do was try. I knew what made him stop too. That's the bad part. I ran faster. I could hear him yell, "Stop! Ya bloomin' twaht. Stop!" He yelled.
I was not about to stop though. I kept going. Not sure where I was going to go though. Didn't really want to stop though. I turned a corner. The man was fast. Damn, for an old guy who did a lot of drugs, he could run. I paused to catch my breath after I had ducked into a room.
I leaned against the wall, trying not to breath hard. I didn't want to give away my position. I was about to scream though. I don't know why. I was about to look when I saw her. She was like a figure of, I didn't know. I couldn't place it. She looked beautiful though. She was wearing a shirt, like me. She wore normal jeans, like me. Her hair was gorgeous. It was just touching her shoulders. Her body moved so gracefully. She swayed, but beautifully. It was like, and angel. Her eyes, they looked at me. They were fixed on me. She seemed unafraid. But what stopped me from running was the fact that she was looking right into my eyes. She was! She didn't even flinch. I didn't want her to in a way.
She came up to me. She placed her hand on my chin. We were almost the same size. We were somewhat tall, but still short. She looked into my eyes, "Nice. How did you get out now?"
I couldn't say anything. I didn't have anything to say. She gave me a look that made myself freeze. I stood there. I let her look at me with out flinching. "You have gorgeous amethyst eyes."(Purple. Type of purple). "They suit your nasty temper." She gave me a smile. Her eyes, green. They pierced through me like daggers. I didn't like it. I didn't move. Noodle grabbed me by the arm. She gave me a shove, gentle, but stern. I followed, like a doll. I was nothing more then that after all. I was a toy in this world. She was real. I could feel her touch. Just like I had felt everyone else's.
I let her lead me to a room. It was the same room I was held in the first time I came here. I didn't really like this room. Noodle and I were joined by the man, Murdoc. He didn't say a thing to either of us. He did give me a look of concern though. That made me a bit edgy. He never looked into my eyes though.
Noodle pushed me into the room, "Sit why don't you." She smiled at the table I had been on the past few days. I sat. I was not about to make an argument with her. She had this look about her. She looked peaceful, but, dangerous as well. She was like a gorgeous rose. She looked harmless, but, if you held her the wrong way, she would cut you. You would bleed. Ow. I had a thought. A thought of my brother. He was smiling. He looked so happy. My gaze shifted to Noodle, "Where am I?"
Noodle folded her arms, leaned against a wall and said with a smile, "You're home. Murdoc leave."
Murdoc looked a bit peeved. But, he left with out a fight. The door shut. I knew I didn't have to repeat my question. She elaborated the way I wanted her to. "You are in Kong Studio's. The best place on earth." She didn't sound too sure of herself.
"Yeah right. What a sweet place to live." I had to say it. She gave a small laugh. She then looked down at the ground though. She looked like she was sad. I knew what she was thinking about. I said what was on both our minds, "I'm sorry." I said loud enough for her to hear.
Her head shot up, "Why? Why should you be sorry? You did nothing." She looked back down at the ground. She didn't know what to say next. I did.
"I am sorry because I yelled at you earlier. I didn't mean to. I just, like, was mad. No one would tell me where I was. I was scared."
Noodle's head shot up, "Don't be scared here. It will get you no where." She pushed off of the wall. She walked over a bit ways. "I take it that you don't remember anything?"
I gave her a look. "I do not remember. I mean, I can't remember anything from before I got here. Well, my brother, I remember him. My sweet brother." I could think of no one else. I loved my brother. I know that he was the world to me. That he was my life. He still needed me though. He was young. He still needed a sister. He needed someone to look up to. "My brother." I said lowly.
Noodle, out of the corner of her eye was watching me. "You have no place to go. Stay here. You need sleep now. You can sleep in a room, or, if you wish you can stay in here. But, I must warn you, don't leave the house. There are zombies everywhere. They will eat you." She had begun to walk to the door. I was watching her. I was at home in this room even though I hated it. So, I said, "I will stay here. I will stay in this room."
She gave me a nod. She was about to close the door, I said, "Wait."
She poked her head back in, "Yes?" She said half hopeful.
I didn't really look at her, "How can you look into my eyes without staring?"
Noodle paused. She gave me a comforting smile, "Your eyes are the reason why you are here. I am not afraid of their beauty." She closed the door. Ending the conversation for the remainder of the night.
I fell onto the table. For some reason, it was a bit more comforting. I fell asleep fast. I had a dream. Here, let me tell it to you…
The end of chapter 4. I hope you all enjoyed it. Also, I am really sorry that I left off here. Tell me how you liked it. REVIEW. Thanx.
-D.D.Darkwriter
Why do you invade my dreams? The only reason I am up at this hour is because of you. You make me hurt. But, I still need you baby.
