Chapter 8

2-D woke up from a fitful sleep, nightmares haunting him throughout the night. He looked around, he was in Noodle's room. He rolled over feeling for Noodle, needing her presence to comfort him, but got nothing but the sheets. He felt something in his right hand and brought it up to his face to examine it. His heart dropped, it was the necklace he'd gotten Noodle two years ago, with the engraving on the back. The events from the night before came back to him and tears flooded his eyes, he flung the necklace as hard as he could across the room.

////A YEAR LATER\\\\

2-D walked into the kitchen from the balcony, taking a seat at the table. "Feelin' okay?" Russel asked him, setting a plate of bacon on the table. 2-D rubbed his head,"Yea, my headaches are comin' back," he said. It was true, they were back and worse than ever. Noodle was the only medication that helped, but she was gone now.He shook his head and got up, rummaging around in the cupboards for his pills, he doubted they were any good, but it was worth a shot. He finally came across an orange plastic container, half full of the large, white pills.

He popped one into his mouth and swallowed it, shuddering at the sick, bitter taste. Just then, Murdoc walked in, taking a piece of bacon off the table and walking over to 2-D. "How ya doin' face ache?" he asked, sensing something was wrong. "I dunno, I'd be much better if these headaches were gone.." 2-D said. He got up and left the kitchen, needing some peace and quiet. Murdoc watched him go, a sad feeling in the pit of his stomach. They all missed Noodle as much 2-D did, KONG just wasn't the same anymore. Noodle wasn't there to skip through the halls, to brighten everything up.

Murdoc sighed and got up, taking the lift to the lobby and walking out to the carpark to his Winnie. He had problems unlocking it, he hadn't been inside in over a year and the lock was a bit rusty. He jiggled the key and the lock clicked. He pulled the door open and as he made his way inside, a thick, sweet smell hit him. Murdoc looked around, mold had taken over, covering large spots on the floor. He scrunched his nose up and made his way to the bedroom in the back. A spider scuttled across the door of one of the closets. Murdoc brushed it away and opened the closet, finding all his old books. He grabbed a few of them and sat on a rusty chair in front of the bed, skimming through the pages. Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes glued to a page. He read it through, a smile on his face. Murdoc closed the book and jumped up, rushing from the Winnibago and to the bunker, book in hand.

2-D walked along, not paying attention to where he was going, just walking. He found himself in the lobby downstairs and sat down next to table in the corner. He sighed and looked around, Noodle's bonsai tree stood on the table, it was in serious need of trimming, it's branches hung dangerously low. He picked up a pair of scissors off the table and clipped some of the branches, taking off the excess weight so the branches weren't so heavy. He looked up, the place was a wreck. It was never this dirty when Noodle was around, he buried his face in his hands and cried silently to himself. He hadn't cried once in over a year, but now, just for that moment in time, he felt he needed to.

2-D stood up and headed towards the stairs, he knew Russel would still be in the kitchen and he didn't want him to know where he was going. He stuck his head out of the stairwell to see if anyone was in the hall, it was all clear. He tip-toed over to the door with the number '17' on it and put his hand over the cold handle on the door. 2-D took a deep breath and pushed the handle down, inching the door open. He looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was there and quietly snuck in. He shut the door softly behind him and breathed out in a long sigh.

He hadn't been here since the morning after Noodle died. Everything was exatcly the same, he had forbidden any of the demons from coming in here. 2-D walked over to the bed and sat down, grabbing one of the pillows and pulling it closer. He caught the familiar scent of Noodle's flowery perfume. Hot, angry tears flooded his eyes and he fell backwards onto the bed, sobbing.

Meanwhile, Murdoc had worked out his plan. He stood amongst the rubble in the hell hole, smiling as a dark figure emerged from the fiery pit and walked towards him, strecthing out it's limbs. This was such a genious plan, why hadn't he though of this before? The figure lifted it's head, all that could be seen was it's eyes, shining a bright, deep green...

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