Dead Rose Reaper 2

I don't own the Gorillaz. I'm just a fan.

Morning came, cold and unforgiving as the fall wind that nipped my uncovered nose as I made my way to the local cemetery just a few blocks from my house. I wasn't sure what happened last night; I mean, I could've been dreaming that my best friend since I moved here came back from the grave. I could've also said I was hallucinating, but it felt so damn real! Maybe some jerk thought it would make a good practical joke? I shook my head, tapping my foot against the pavement impatiently as the light went from green to red and allowed me to cross without being run over by some asshole that was going no where in a hurry.

Just like that night.

Flash back...

We had been walking home that night from a halloween party. It was chilly, the clouds letting watyer drizzle lightly on us. I only had my witch costume, so I was freezing my butt off as we walked. Until I felt the familiar fabric of his blue jacket on my shoulders. "Ya' look col'." He muttered, tugging on one of the bandages to his zombie costume. I smiled and held out my hand to him. He just smiled back and took my hand, breathing in the cool air of the chilly night. We continued down the sidewalk until we made it to the crosswalk, waiting for it to turn green. I looked up at him and opened my mouth, but closed it instead. The signal turned and we started to walk across to the other side, not taking notice of a pair of headlights that was rapidly heading for us.

Everything went in slow motion.

I felt his hands on my back push me away from him just as the sound of squealing breaks and the smell of burnt rubber hit my senses. I turned and watched as the black cars front made contact with his side, sending him into the air and landing harshly on the asphalt a few feet away with a sickening "CRACK!". I sat there, shocked at what had happened. My best friend had been hit by a car and was now bleeding to death on the pavement. "St-st-stuart!" I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes as I ran to him, my hands fumbling for the phone that he kept in his jacket pocket. When I got to him, his eyes were half-lidded and his breathing began to become ragged.

"Stuart please! You have to stay with me! You're going to be alright! I promise!" I had his head in my lap, pressing his jacket to the wound on his side. He looked up at me for a moment, then smiled. His front teeth were missing. "Promise me somefink, Abi." I stared down at him, my hazel eyes wide. "Promise me tha' you'll be happy, fo' me."

I barely heard the ambulance sirens over my own cries, begging whatever power there was to let him live. Doctor said that he had been put in a coma. Didn't know how long, he said, be lucky if he came out of it alive. The police caught the bastard that hit him, but he was released the next month due to having his bail paid. I was pissed off when I heard. Stuart had been in a coma for about a year with his mom and me taking care of him. It was hard with school and my other friends wanting to hang out, but they would get over it. He was more important at the moment.

I was heading to his hospital room when I saw his parents standing in front of the door, his mother clinging to her husbands' arm and weeping. I started to pick up my pace, finally approaching the door just as the tears began. I had been begging to find him awake finally, to be sitting in bed and reading a magazine or asking to go outside to smoke. The doctor looked up from his still body and shook his head as I leaned against the doorframe. "I'm sorry, but he's gone."

Stuart Pot, who had been my best friend since we were kids, was dead.

End Flash back

Strange when you know someone most of your life and you get attached to them. They fit rather snug in a place in your heart and never seem to go away with time. After I had lost my family, I had been moving from foster home to foster home just looking for people that would take care of me. The next set of foster parents that took me in adopted me as their own. I didn't mind; it meant that I didn't have to move from place to place anymore. It wasn't long before I was moved in permanatly and I was enrolled in the local school the same day.

It was also the same day that I met him. I was just walking out when there was a group of kids in the front walk. At first, I thought that they were playing a game, so I decided to have a look myself. They were laughing at this kid in the middle who kept getting pushed around by the others. I didn't see anything fun about it; he looked really scared. I pushed through just as he was shoved in my direction, landing in an embarassing heap in front of me. He looked up at me, his lower lip quivering as everyone around us started laughing. I shook my head and held out my hand. All the kids around us stopped and started whispering, muttering things that were not appropriate for our age group.

"Hello, I'm Abi. What's your name?" He had his head down, but looked back up when I asked my question. Some of the students hissed when he took my hand, smiling somewhat though I couldn't tell with all of the dirt caked on his face. "You don't want to be friends with him!" One of the kids shouted, coming behind him and yanking of the hat he was wearing. I was shocked when I saw azure bangs fall into his eyes, which were wide with fear and embarassment. "Yeah! He's a freak!" I turned around and glared at everyone. That little game of theirs had gone too far. But I wasn't going to let my temper get the best of me. "So what? Blue's my favorite color." I smiled and held my hand out to him once again. This time he took it and both of us walked away from the shocked group of students.

We walked in silence for a while before he finally said something. " 'm Stuart. Stuart Pot."

The ground was damp, the grass barely holding up the dew drops weight, but yet it looked as though it hadn't been touched in the last year. Save for one beer bottle with a purple ribbon around it's neck, holding the dead blue roses that had long lost their color in front a particular gravestone. My throat ached, my eyes started to bleed, and I collapsed onto my knees in front of the headstone of my begotten friend. All emotional control I had was gone; tears of crimson began to stain the ground beneath me and every sob I had held on my journey broke the silence like a dam splintering apart from containing too much water. It wasn't long before my legs went numb, but still I screamed to the sky without caring if I was too loud.

The sobs started to subside slightly, but now a cold feeling covered my body like a blanket that had been soaked in water. The same cold feeling that had decided to pay me a visit last night. "I don't understand. Why'd it have to be you?" I turned to him, "I should've been the one who died that night! I should be the one six feet under right now! Not you!" He was sitting on the headstone behind me, his hood covering his face in shadows. He was silent as he continued to stare at me, his hands playing with another doll in his lap. "That accident left you in a coma! Then...then..." I trailed off as I stood, the sobs escaping made it hard to speak clearly. Angry tears now began to well up in my eyes, the bitterness of my words stinging my tongue. "Why'd you have to go and leave me all alone?" I collapsed once more, grabbing fistfuls of his cloak.

"You didn't do anything to deserve this! It's not fair!" I screamed, kneeled over with clear tears dripping onto my blue jeans. "Lif's no' fair." I stopped screaming and looked up at him, "Bu' th' afterlif's wors', Abi." He held out the doll in his lap, silently saying 'take it'. This time, the doll looked like how he was now. I stared at it before cautiously reaching, watching him closely. He disappeared once more as it was taken, leaving nothing but a cold silence around me.

Usually I love my job, but tonight I really didn't want to be standing in front of a bunch of couples making out. I work part-time as a waitress at this nightclub called KONG studios. I can barely hear anything over the loud music or the people jeering at Russel, the DJ. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned, only to find my boss, Murdoc Niccals, with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. He was also the asshole that ran Stuart over. "What the hell do you want?" I wasn't in the mood to deal with his bullshit. Ever since the accident, he'd been flirting with me. After he found out that I wasn't falling for his tricks, he started getting really pissy. One last try was a quick slap on the ass. He ended up in the hospital with broken ribs the next day. Please do not ask how.

"Newcome' at table 2 in Th' Dim Lounge wants ya to serv' 'im." I turned in the direction he was pointing. The table was sitting in a dark corner of the lively room, hiding his shadowed form from the eyes of other customers. "At least he's alone." I muttered, wincing as I slipped past a bunch of dancers who had gotten drunk. One tried to grab a hold of the miniskirt that barely covered my ass but missed and hit the floor with a dull THUD.

The Dim Lounge was for people who liked to party but would rather hang by the wall instead. They enjoyed watching others dance like idiots while they stayed back and looked cool. This was usually Noodle's territory, but every once in a while another waitress gets requested. Noodle was standing by the door frame, her cat mask hiding her face. "Do you know him?" She whispered, her english still a bit broken. I shrugged, picked up a pad and walked over to him. He kept his face hidden in the shadows. I was just about to deliver the welcome line, when he spoke.

" 'Ello, Abi."

Yeah, kindof creepy don't you think?

Anyway, R&R please! And be nice.