Night had fallen and the windmill gently cut through the air, the ankle length grass being blown about Noodle's boots. A soft, sweet smile spread across her delicate face. Her bandmates had always been curious about this mysterious teenager. She seemed different in so many ways, as if she was a five-year old who had a secret that only she knew about. With the new video being planned, the guitarist had decided to take a break and let her older "brothers" get on with it. She deserved it, after all, she did write the album.
As the sky got steadily blacker, Noodle walked to the edge of the island, plucking a lone dandelion from by the fence. Taking in the calming smell of the plants around her, she blew the seeds away and watched them cascade down after each other, following each other in a little stream like parachuters. Enjoying this tranquility, Noodle flopped down on the edge of the windmill, her bangs lightly sweeping her thin shoulders. She closed her emerald eyes, dreaming of the day she first arrived in England. It had been stressful for them all, 2-D especially, as he was the one who had been at the receiving end of the child prodigy's confusion.
A buzzing interrupted her memories, the sound rapidly rising in pitch and volume, until two large helicopters hovered in front of the floating tower. Noodle screamed, her entire memory being erased from fright and anger. "How did they find me!" was all she could think. Then, a rain of bullets came at her, forcing her to run for safety.
Inside the windmill, as it jerked sharply and suddenly to one side, a large amount of the teen's belongings fell to the floor. Around her lay the only picture of her adoptive parents, cracked and torn. Her past flooded back to her, bringing tears to her slanted eyes. As she looked out the slit of a window, the silhouettes of the pair of aircraft zoomed past. "But it's dark, how can there be shadows?" Noodle wondered, until she realised, to her horror, that the blades of the windmill above her were burning, smashed from where the helicopters flew through them, which was what made the island jerk.
Beyond the windmill by a short distance was a dark abyss, it's great stone jaws open, ready to swallow anything. She was too far from Kong Studios for help...the only option was to last it out and try to manouver round, but with these metal vultures, it was near impossible.
The wooden structure gave an almighty groan, the beams holding it up buckling. A few seconds later, it steadily began to decend into the gaping hole in the ground. Noodle held onto the walls for support, rushing to the doorway for any sign of escape...but it was too late. The flaming beacon of hope had fallen. With it down, one of the aircraft dropped a bomb in a final attempt to stop it's return.
(Oh, I cried writing this!)