The Day After Tomorrow, a gorillaz fanfic

THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW

A cold spring breeze blew around the studio. And I just sat there, looking out past the Happy Landfill, and onto the horizon. I felt a drop on my hand. God damn rain sodden Essex. I pulled my knees up to my chest. Maybe the rain was good - it would hide my tears, and if the Windmill still burned, it might kill the fire. But how would that help? My friend was gone. Noodle was dead. I shook. First Mummy and Daddy, then Strudel (my dog who was like a canine sister), then my brother, now NuDoru? Then it'll be 2D, because now Murdoc's gonna be too pissed to watch him even breathe and will probably kill him in a rage. Then Russel will go back to New York. Murdoc will probably die from lung cancer. Then Isuzu might want to go off to college or something...
For shit's sake, Cyra Niccals, stop with the self pity! Enough of this emo crap!

Ugh, there I go, yelling at myself again, I thought. I remember Murdoc saying that it was this kind of crap that turned him black. And by that I don't mean skin colour, I mean soul. But I choose the other road.

What would Noodle have done in this situation? My thoughts rotated around the Japanese teen like moons around a planet. Dead. That's what she was now. But one little person in the back of the crowd kept yelling, "She isn't! Go and find her!" What did I think of that? I told that one to shut the fuck up. Too many thoughts, now a migraine. I went inside. Murdoc was sitting on an aerobed in the living room. He didn't move, except his shoulders and chest from breathing. His eyes were fixed on the void, puffier than usual. He was crying. I went up to my room to change out of my rained-on clothes and into black jeans and my sweater that looked like Murdoc's. I went downstairs and cuddled up to the bassist. He stroked my hair. He must have showered - he smelled like cologne. Maybe Noodle's passing had a bigger effect on him than I thought. But hell, what did it matter? I felt like my heart was closed in a heavy metal box, weighed down by lead balls. It seemed incredible that at 21, I was stil going to my godfather whenever I was upset. But I grew up in a lie, and Murdoc was the closest to Daddy I would ever get, and he did once and awhile refer to me as his daughter. Noodle too. Murdoc kissed the top of my head and held me closer. I recall asking him why people were so cruel. And I also remember how the myriad tears fell from his eyes, wetting his shirt and the top of my head. I don't remember him ever being this sad. I never knew how soft this devil-man was before. I felt like a little kid, trapped in a hall of my own sorrows and fears. I reckon Murdoc felt the same. Life can seem so cruel, so surreal. It was the first time in a long time that I could've called myself 'cry baby', for we Niccalses are known for our outstanding maturity when it comes to the real world. Pah. And that little person still wouldn't shut up.

Later that day, I rang my friend John Whittaker. He wondered how we knew Noodle was dead. See, Murdoc had these kind of black-box video cameras all over the Island to assure her safety (some good they did.) The videos were sent via satellite to a monitor in the surveilliance room. Apparently, someone had broken into Kong that night, copied the footage and edited it to their fancy, turning it into a music video and sending it out to websites and TV stations to make loot off our dead guitarist. And not to mention, they trashed her room. They were the two men we all hated- Damon and Jamie. Always stealing our money, and our credit, the thieving bastards. How they got past that monstrosity of a wolf, Gmork, who Murdoc called his pet, is still beyond my knowledge. Either way, talking to John didn't help. I hung up.

One camera still lay with Noodle and the Windmill. Murdoc and I decided to bring her body back to Kong. We got to the crash site, and I began moving debris away. I uncovered Noodle's hand adn took it in mine... It felt warm. I thought I was imagining things. So I checked her wrist... a tiny throb, a pulse! She was alive! I screamed for Murdoc. We we finally pulled her out of the rubble... Do you remember how cute and somewhat beautiful she used to look? Now picture that, blood-stained, caked with dirt, with an expression so scared, it wasn't to be imagined. I burst into tears. Murdoc took her tiny broken body in his arms and took her back to the pickup truck. There was blood everywhere. Her soft purple hair, now clumped with dirt and matted with blood. She was burned and cut everywhere. I stayed in the bed of the truck with my little cousin. She opened her eye slightly. "C-Cyra?" she said. Her once happy green eyes now reflected the pain and fear she felt. "Hold on, Noodle," I whispered. I remember how happy it used to make her when she was little and I would sing to her.

"Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight

So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees

In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there."
She had fallen asleep. "You're in the arms of an Angel. May you find... some comfort... here..." I began to cry hysterically. My chest ached. The truck stopped. We were home. Murdoc took Noodle inside.

Noodle slowly began to heal. 2D, Russel, and Murdoc... I'd never seen them act like they were all best of friends before. I guess you were right, Trugoy. Noodle IS the glue that holds us together.

Since Noodle's accident, we've successfully sued the pilots of the RAH-66 choppers. I've been helping Noodle regain her strength. She's really healthy. Of course, there's always a bit of a jump when she trips or something. And in our hearts will remain that day - the day we came together as a true family, the day when I learned that the person in the back of the crowd was right and needed to be acknowledged, the day that Noodle was saved -
The day after Tomorrow.

The End.