La Enfermedad Mortal

Chapter 8: Don't judge a chapter by its title.

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… I know what you're thinking… did I shoot 5 bullets or 6. I, myself, lost count in all the excitement. But ask yourself this… do I feel lucky? This gun right here will blow your head clean off. …Go ahead, punk… Make my day… Err… anyone ever wonder why Gorillaz has a song named Dirty Harry? CLINT EASTWOOD!!!

REMINDER: Erm, the phone call in this chapter might actually sound quite tedious and unemotional, so people here, you fill in the blanks. Be creative and use your imaginative minds to create the right mood and feelings involved in this moving piece of writing. Thanks, lads and lovies!

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I don't own Gorillaz… PUNK! Ok, ok, I'm sorry, I'm not good at that, am I? Didn't think so, movin' on… MOVIN' ON, WE'RE MOVIN' ON! Oh! Christmas cake!

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"… Alright, love… I'll get him."

"Don't go though, he might need you with him."

"Noodle, he's a grown man not a baby."

"Well, I want to talk to you after."

"Talk to me now, while I'm here."

"… I think I know why I'm dying."

"Really? Low iron?"

"Murdoc… You know about… the passwords?"

"The passwords?"

"Yeah. I have a theory that one was made to… I don't know, give me this tremendously horrible disease that will lead me to my death… It was just an idea, I'm probably wrong. I mean, the chances of someone speaking the password accidentally… although quite a lot of people say much random words. It's a conspiracy, they made it too easy. Some drunken sod is sending me to my grave."

"No, love, maybe you're right… makes sense."

"Well, if I am correct then… nothing anyone can do."

"…"

"… Can I talk to 2D, please?"

"Uh, sure… talk to you later…"

"… If you're lucky…"

"…… Hello?"

"Hey, 2D."

"Oh, so you're talking to me now, are you?"

"… I was going to answer your question."

"Why now? 'Cos from what I gathered, I would say that you were avoiding me and neglecting to tell me the truth."

"Listen, 2D, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was too afraid and I didn't want to hurt you."

"But you did when you didn't reply…"

"You deserve to know why I left… I'm just not so sure you want to hear it."

"… Was it because of me?"

"No, 2D! I would never leave because of you. It was something more… depressing. For lack of a better word that you'd understand."

"What, Noods?"

"… Do you remember the end of last year when I was sick? I was at the hospital and everything?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Well… I didn't exactly get… 'better'…"

"You're still sick?"

"… 2D, I'm… I'm dying."

"… What?"

"You heard."

"… This is a joke, right?"

"No, 2D. Not this time."

"But…… t-this doesn't make any sense… I don't… how?"

"The doctors didn't know. They just gave me some pills to delay the sickness but now that I've run out, it's coming back to bite me. It's a freak of nature event."

"… So… why'd you leave?"

"I didn't want to tell anyone and I knew they'd get suspicious so I left. I couldn't handle it. I just ran out on my fears and locked myself away from the world and what I'm doing now, I'm throwing away the key."

"… Noodle… I can't believe it… I'm so sorry, I never… Noodle…"

"2D, please don't cry for me. You'll be fine and Murdoc will find a new guitarist-"

"What's he going to say? What would Murdoc do? We're finished, we're over, he couldn't take something like this, he couldn't…"

"… He already knows."

"What?"

"I told him before I left. We made a deal that if he let me go, I'll do El Manana."

"… And… that's why he's been so sad… Does Russ know?"

"No… not yet… could you tell him for me?"

"Noodle, no… no, you can't die, you can't, it's unbelievable… oh god, no…"

"I'm sorry, 2D. I obviously should never have told you, it's just too hard on us all. I'm going to disappear off the face of the earth and you will never have to remember ever again… Goodbye."

"Noodle, WAIT!"

"…"

"Noodle…? NOODLE!"

"… Beep, beep, beep, beep"

2D moaned and let the phone drop from his hands to the floor still on a broken connection. He leaned on the wall beside him and dug his face into the palms of his hands as tears escaped his hollow eyes. He sobbed quietly for the little guitarist he had grown to love. He couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. How could such a terrible fate cloud over such an innocent young and cherubically sweet girl's ambitions and dreams for the future? That's what tore and scared at 2D's core the most. Not that he would never be able to stare deep into her glistening eyes or stroke her silky hair or hear her Japanese accent ever again. It was the fact that no one would. Not even her. She would be gone forever and only remembered as that young Gorillaz guitarist. So, so young…

Peering silently through the door, at the vocalist's mentally deteriorating state, was the emotionally strong bassist, Murdoc Niccals. He watched the whole conversation on the phone and thought only of how typical of Noodle just to blame herself for all the problems and hang up. Still, his satanic mismatched red eye didn't see right through the dominant image in front of him. Deep inside, the cruel cold-hearted bassist felt sympathy for his not-so-bright singer. To see him like this in a grieving form made him feel like crying himself. It was exchanging Noodle's pain all over again. She brought in the light but when she packed her bags, she took it with her… till the last flame flickers and it blows out completely.

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I'm sorry… That was cruel making people use their brains. I'm evil and should be sued. I wish Blur was more reminiscent for their other songs apart from Song 2. Anything apart from the 'woo hoo' line on the car ad. Something special and glorious… Girls and Boys? Chemical World? Country House? Coffee and TV? ANYTHING! I SWEAR, IF I DON'T MEET ANYONE WHO ACTUALLY KNOWS WHO BLUR ARE, I'LL GO SPASTIC AND ATTACK EVERYONE WHO EVEN MENTIONS THE PATHETIC RAPPERS FROM AMERICA WHO KILLED MEGA DEATH! It's the sodding heat… I want to live in Great Britain, Gerald, fetch my coat, I'm leaving at 6 after a sandwich and some jasmine tea. Don't forget the cat this time… it's a broken pencil… 'Pointless'.

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