Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz.

I know you all like it so far. Noodle hates me right now, but frankly, I don't give a damn. Well anyway, I am going to try and make this story short, so that means I have to do the chapters more in a slur. But anyway, if you don't understand, just send me a mail asking. Enjoy.

Chapter 6: My past

I sat in silence. I had no clue as if to whom I was going to get to tell me how things happened or how it went. My brother, never. There was no way. No way god, or no one could. No one could do that to him. Why would they anyway? He never did anything wrong…

The door slowly creped open. That was when I saw him. First time ever. He was tall. He wore jeans that were torn at the knees. His shirt had a huge 23 on the top. His hair, short kind of long with spikes. Blue, his hair was blue. But, the thing that took me, the thing that made me stare. Made my mouth drop open was the fact that he had no eyes. There was also the fact that his breathing and his body motion had no life to it. He sounded, and looked, dead. He looked like a walking zombie. He was an awfully scary and creepy sight to behold. I watched him cross the room.

"Ya wake?" He said. 2D, it was actually 2D, one of the Gorillaz. God, I couldn't believe that he was talking to me. I was happy for a few seconds, till I remembered my brother. I asked, "Will you tell me about my brother?" I tried to look at him in the eyes, I couldn't find them of course.

2D didn't smile, he even seemed to blank out. How annoying. It made me a tad on edge. Like he was ignoring me. This was important. I said again, "Tell me about me brother? What happened?"

Now he looked into my eyes, but then looked away. "I can't." He said.

I gave a sigh, "Why not?" I wasn't expecting what he said next.

"Noodle, she would know. She's the one 'o saved yea." He looked down really quick, "She likes ya' 'ya know. Ya should talk ta 'er." He folded his hands behind his back. He looked like a kid. A dead kid in a way. I had nothing to say. I was slowly understanding what was going on. I looked at 2D, "Bring her to me." I said it sternly. I knew he would do it too. When people hear the type of voice I used, everyone listened. No one could avoid it. It was demanding. It was, awesome.

2D backed up. He knew the voice. He knew it well. I wasn't sure how, but he did. The voice went with my eyes I suppose, mysterious. Unkind. That's what I was being right now. But, he did listen. He went fast, out of the room. He shuffled, but he went. He hurried out of the door. He went with hast.

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As I waited, I watched the bookshelf. Yes, there had been a small shelf in the room. I never thought before to look at them, no something inside of me told me that I would find what I needed to know in it. I was about to get up and go look, till I heard someone come in. It was her. She came in. She didn't look up at me. She didn't even glance my way. She looked guilty though. A look of guilt, that's what, was plastered onto her face. She came and sat on the bed. It creaked and made a groan. But it did not give into her weight. No, nothing could ever fall or break down under her. Or in her presents. Nothing was low enough too.

She looked at the ground. I swung my legs slowly back and forth, as if they were windmill parts that did not turn, but on, swung, as if broken. "My brother, please, tell me." I said it gently. I didn't want to scare her again. No. I had no intention. I knew that this had to be hard for her, as it was for me. After all, if I was thinking correctly, she was there when this all happened. I waited for her to answer. I let her think.

Noodle closed her eyes. She had pink blush that made her skin pale. She also had a striped t-shirt on with black shorts. Really short. She also had on some very high, leather boots. I was watching her. I wanted to see her. I was trying to figure her out. I couldn't. I saw her look, she was sad? Why? She didn't lose anyone, I did. I lost my brother. I was with my brother. She spoke. "I was there." Was what she said. 3 words. I thought I was ready for them. That alone nearly made me break down. I listened and very lowly said, "Try to explain more, please."

She did. She told me everything. "Your brother. He was young. Very young. I am so sorry. But, Reanin, you have to understand that you are very important. 2D told you. I will give that time to settle into you, but there are more people who want you. I was not the first to find you. Believe me. Try to understand what I am about to tell you.

"That day, you were being watched. I know you knew you were. Or you at least had the feeling of it. They had been watching you along time though. Me, I had been watching you just as long." She didn't look up at me. I don't think she wanted to. She gave a sigh and went on, "'They' are the people that want you in a different way then I do. They want you for experimenting. They need your eyes. They knew about your eyes the day that accident happened at your new school."

I knew that. I had just moved there, my brother, he was already born. We had moved because of me, me and my eyes. Damn. My eyes, the first week we were at the school, I got in trouble. I tried to wear Contac, but they had fallen out. I was talking to a teacher. The teacher had a lot to say. I didn't even realize what he was saying. I had him confess in front of a camera how he killed some little girl. Yeah, I got him to say it. In front of a camera. The camera caught it all. The teacher was taken away. He was also put in jail. The TV stations had a field day. The only thing you could see on the news where my eyes and me. We had to move again. But I couldn't figure out how the people that Noodle was talking about now know. I shook my head, "Go on."

She began again. "When I say the word 'they' I am talking about the people that I have to deal with. They are, my," She paused and she seemed to choke on the word, "family." She said. I took a breath. "How did it happen Noodle?" Was what I said.

"They found out about your eyes, and what they could do. What they could make people do. They tracked you down. I was able to help you, somewhat, but that day, I was too late. Damn. I was too late. When I got there, your brother was already." She couldn't finish. This was hurting her. I was hurting. I was crying too. I could feel my tears warm on my face. I could see hers too. She wasn't looking up, but I knew her pain. She was feeling what I was feeling. She stood. I watched her. She walked over to the bookshelf. I saw the book she was pulling out. It was more of a binder, but still, I could tell. It was the binder my brother was holding that day. It was hot in my mind. I could see a flash of my brother holding it. When I asked if I could look at it, he said, "No! It is going to be a surprise." I couldn't help it. I began to cry. But what made me cry most was when she brought it to me and then I saw blood. Blood coded every part of it. Not even the pretty color of the navy blue shone. It was all-dark. Dark blood. His blood. My brother's innocent blood.

Noodle gave it to me and put it into my lap, "If you hold it, you will remember. The second you let go though, your memory will fade." She sounded sure. She sounded, scared. She sounded, like a loved one.

The end of chapter 6. I am going to try and finish this book in one night. I hope you all understand who 'they' are. 'They' are Noodle's brothers and sisters. The other people who are like her. Noodle is a test project, and she has 22 other brothers and sisters who are just like her. Only, they are kind of, evil like. They are dangerous, they were made to be. And I just wanted to post this fact so that you all understand. I hope you do, if not, you know what to do, send me a private message. FUCK the flamers. Don't be haten'. Bye.

-D.D.Darkwriter

No, I don't love you. I will never. I can't because I am not real. You of all people should know that.