Dead Rose Reaper 3

Once again, I don't own the Gorillaz. I just have my Oc.

" 'Ello Abi."

He moved out of the shadows, grinning like the idiot he used to be in life. All I wanted to do now was scream. "Wat's wron' Abi? Cat go' ya tongue?" I remembered the pad I still had in my hand and brought it down on his head. I really didn't care if I hit him too hard. He yelped, holding his head gingerly. "I wuz jus' askin'." I smacked him again, glaring as he hissed in pain. "What the hell is going on?" I whispered harshly, sitting down in the chair across from him. He stared at me for a moment, then sighed. "It's rat'er complicated..."

"Do you really want to talk to me about complicated?" I asked, shaking somewhat as I looked down at the table top. Now, don't get me wrong, I wasn't scared of the guy. No, I was downright pissed. "I want to know what the f*** is going on and I want no damn excuses, Stuart." I said, glaring up at him. He cringed when I said his name, then stared at me sadly. "It's no' Stuart anymor' Abi. No' efer since I go' these." He pointed to his black-hole eyes, "They call me 2D now." I started laughing, but he kept a serious face. Mind you, when he was alive, his serious face was never a good thing. Like the time he had gotten a nasty test result on his math paper when we were just starting high school and didn't want to tell his parents, but they found out anyway.

I started coming down from my laughing fit, choking on sobs as tears began to fall. No words can describe the hole in my heart. Stuart - No, 2D - reached out and gently wiped away several tears that treatened to land on the table top. His finger tips felt callused as they stroked my cheek, but they were still soft to my moist skin. " I kno' ya mad at me. Bu' if ya jus' let me explain fing's..."

"No, I don't want to hear it!" 2D pulled away, hurt evident on his face. "I have lived without my best friend for a year. A long, f***ing year. If Murdoc put you up to this, I will beat the both of you to the point where you will be seeing the real Grim Reaper." 2D didn't move, but sighed and shook his head. " 'Ow did I kno' tha' ya weren't gonna believe me?" I glared at him, the grip on the order pad tightening. I wasn't going to let him win. "I guess I'll hav' ta sho' ya then." He grinned at me, getting up and pulling on his jacket. "I'll be waitin' for ya' aft'r ya shift." 2D headed for the door, taking little notice of the large bouncer that enjoyed kicking people out for no reason. He turned towards 2D, who is still grinning like an idiot and humming some nameless tune.

And 2D passed right thru him without him even taking notice.

For a moment my body went numb. Almost to say 'You shouldn't have seen that.'. I lost whatever emotional control I had and ran for the restroom, which is sometimes crowded with couples making out or hookers trying to get a client. It was strangely empty, but I didn't care. I went for the last stall, locking the door behind me. I felt something come up my esophogus, hiccuping and dry-heaving a few times before vomiting every meal that I had eaten today into the disgusting toliet bowl that looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in years. I shut my eyes, ignoring the sudden 'Ew's' and 'Ick's' coming from customers outside. There was a knock on the stall door, followed by japanese cursing, and then the sound of clothing sliding across the floor. Noodle was right behind me, holding my bangs back as I continued to regurgatate my stomach contents of the day. I felt cold, but I could feel heat from my forehead as though it was an isolated area of heat. Noodle patted my head and slipped a peppermint candy out of her pocket then placed it in mine. "Abi need to go home. I cover shift."

It wasn't long before I emerged in the back alley behind the club, the taste of stomach acid replaced with peppermint. I owed Noodle big time for taking over my shift. Sweet girl who lives with Russel. I wasn't the only one close to Stuart or 2D as he's called now. She used to look up to him and us like older siblings since she didn't have a family. During the funeral, she sat next to me and sobbed her little heart out. Russel stood in the back, trying hard to be strong. I couldn't give a speech without choking on my own tears. As the casket was being lowered, so were the shards of my heart. I lost my biological family, now I had lost my best friend. I spent a night up there, doing nothing but sobbing until my eyes bled. By then, it was dawn of the next day and the ground was littered with tears of blood. I was still wearing my black mourning dress, the veil tossed over my face to hide my sorrow.

I felt someone behind me and turned, only to find that it was him. " 'Ey Abi." He muttered, shuffling his feet akwardly. I turned back to the street and began walking in the other direction, hearing his hard footfalls against the pavement as he tried to catch up with me. "Abi! Please don' leaf me behind!" I ignored him, picking up my pace and reaching the street in record time. I crossed quickly and started running for the subway, once more ignoring his cries and pleas for me to slow down. I wanted to get home as soon as possible without that creep trying to feed me some crap about him being a Grim Reaper. I didn't want to hear it. "Leave me the hell alone!" I was halfway across the street, not even noticing that the light had turned green.

HONK!

I was a deer caught in the eighteen wheelers headlights, frozen in place as the giant mechanical monstrosity kept rolling towards me. Time stopped and for a second I thought I saw heaven. It was just a glimpse, but I saw them. My parents, my real ones, smiling down at me. I collided with the concrete of the sidewalk on the other side, a cold body holding me close to it. Tears stung my eyes, my body was shaking, and I was once more in his arms. My world began to blur as rain started to fall, fading to the familiar inky blackness that had graced my conciousness before. The rain falling was the last thing I heard.

The night that he died was the night that my dreams became nightmares that haunted me during the day. It was like a movie that I couldn't figure out how to stop. It kept playing back to the night that he got run over, how I just stood there and did nothing as he was sent flying in the air, the sound of him crashing into the pavement. The light in his eyes dimming, that last smile that slipped from his face. Almost as if he knew he was going to die soon. The scene would change to the hospital that day, the doctor leaning over him and proclaiming that he was dead. I would always collapse on the floor, my dream world crumbling into darkness once again as I screamed curses and pleas. I'd wake up, only to find tears in my eyes.

But this dream was different.

I watched him sitting across from his body, hood covering his face as he leaned down to the mess of wires that had been purposely hidden to keep little kids from yanking them out. He was looking for one in particular but gave up and walked over to where his scythe was. "Wait, what are you doing? Stuart!" It was like he couldn't hear me. Scythe in hand, he pulled out a chain that appeared connected between them. "No! Please don't!" Again, he couldn't hear me. He raised the blade over his head, looking down at the chain in his hand. I could see tears of blood fall as the scythe descended and the chain was severed. The heart monitor's line went flat and his body stopped moving. My own tears started to blur my vision, but not enough to prevent me from seeing his next action. On the table next to the hospital bed was an old picture of us while we were in the park once, smiling and hugging as it was being snapped.

He pulled of his hood and picked it up, red stains on his pale skin underneath his black hole eyes. "Why? Dammit why? Why'd you do it Stuart?" I found myself screaming at him, only this time it got his attention. He turned to me, looking sadly. It felt like someone had taken his weapon and ripped my heart out. "Why? Didn't we have any meaning to you? Your parents? Russel? Noodle? What about me?" He didn't answer, but looked away almost ashamed. "Please, I want to know! I promise that I won't get mad at you." I started to get closer to him, but he backed away with the picture still in his hand. I stopped, noticing that he wasn't looking straight at me. Turning around, I screamed; in the corner of the room was a mass of black shadows that formed a cloak of some sort. Long spindly fingers with claws at the ends and a gas mask that hid the identity of the person emerging. The shadow man seemed to float over to Stuarts' body before looking at him. "I...want...her..." A gravelly voice spoke, much deeper than my friends'.

"Ya can't hav' 'er."

A bold statement and his scythe in hand. "Abi's soul ish mine. I ain't gonna le' th' likes of ya demons near 'er." The shadow man was motionless, but anger radiated off him. "So sod off an' go back ta whateve' hell hole ya came from."

Brave words. I included the Boogieman in this just cause I thought it would be interesting. He and Murdoc get more time in later chapters.

Anyhow, R&R!

And be nice!

See ya next chapter!