La Enfermedad Mortal
Chapter 4: The Flight.
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Ha. I've just realized something… La Enfermedad sounds like Feliz Navidad. And what a coincidence that it's only about a week until Christmas… It's some kind of whacked out conspiracy… I BLAME THE CAT! …'Cos you're THERE! Speaking of which, we don't even have the tree up yet… hmm, what careless people my family are. Do it manana, eh?
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I don't own Gorillaz but it is beyond obvious that I want to be up there in the V.I.P category with Hewlett a seat away and Damon by my side, hand in hand… -sighs dreamily-
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Noodle silently slept in her passenger seat on her plane to the Maldives. She felt so exhausted and just wanted to rest for the whole umpteen hours during the flight. The El Manana shoot was just a tad harder than she thought. She wished repeatedly in her mind that all went well and nothing went wrong. Everything was ok, no one was hurt, it was just a music video and all extremely depressing acts were entirely staged. Noodle, though, felt satisfied with the shoot and hoped she'd make Murdoc proud. Spontaneously, the plane rang a bell for attention and the little seat belt sign lit up. Noodle stirred under her blanket's warmth.
"Attention, all passengers, we are about to cross through a fair quantity of weather. Please return to your seats immediately and make sure your seat belts are firmly fastened. Thank you."
The Asian teen yawned loudly and sat up in her seat to stare out of her window, already having her belt buckled around her waist tightly. The people around her murmured anxiously among themselves and others came rushing down in panic to their seats as well as the air hostess' who tried to keep everyone remaining calm. Through the thick glass, Noodle saw it. The serious case of the weather. Not a star in sight, blocked by thick black smog clouds and even the harsh winds seemed visible. Very unusual when she was just coming from a sunny day with scattered cloud and a steady breeze.
"Brace yourselves, ladies and gentlemen, this will be a bumpy ride," the Captain spoke again to the passengers.
Noodle breathed in deep telling herself it will be alright, it was an average procedure for an air craft. Then, the plane jerked a little. The second class around her shook timidly and braced themselves for impact, acting like it was going to crash. The Axe Princess gulped as the plane started to jerk more violently as it flew through the dark skies of the storm. It got worse and worse as the plane shook for a further minute causing people to gasp in terror and let out cries of horror. Even Noodle thought she was nearing the end of her days… well, much sooner than she expected anyway. (OMG! TEEN TITANS IS ON! Excuse me…ok ad break, make this quick!)
The airplane finally ended its rocky ride with a last jerk and then it continued on smoothly. The second class let out a sigh of relief as the rapid movement was put to a final end and the seat belt sign switched off once again. Noodle smiled lightly knowing she was going to be fine and she settled back down to rest after a gulp of pure spring water from her bottle. She leaned her head back on the chair as it throbbed a little and she took out her Motorola phone to check what the time was. Noodle took a glance at it and then chuckled to herself thinking what a pathetic thing to do since she was crossing different time zones that meant Greek to her. But then, she saw something else. A new message. Noodle raised an eyebrow and read through it with a guilty expression.
'g8 job noods! we blew it! dullard figured it out so expect fonecalls. ur talkin 2 him & russ its ur problem now. sorri luv. hav a good trip. xx murdoc'
Noodle narrowed her eyes sourly and hit her reply button and quickly typed out her message at the speed of light. She sent it to him and then threw her cell phone back into her only bag of personal belongings and bare necessities. She sat back and closed her eyes ready to slumber into another long deep sleep where she can lose herself in a meaningless dream and forget her problems for a while. But soon… she'd awake and have to face them again… at a much worse state.
'well thanx 4 ur support murdoc. thanx alot u bastard.'
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Please don't kill me for a lack of txt speak skills! Short chapter! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I got a little distracted and I'll work on a new one right away despite the number of reviews I get. Well I write again anyway even if people tell me my fiction sucks… mind you, I've only come across, what…? 2 people that have done that to me? Both failed in the act of 'I'm going to kill you.' Freaks. I hate those people that say 'oh, I'm gonna go to your house and kill ya!' and turns out they're just borrowing the Mental Institute's computer, hiding in the boom closet and they haven't even heard of your country in their small pathetic crack-filled lives. Still, gotta admit it's quite good entertainment when you're that desperate for a laugh.
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