Dead Rose Reaper 5
I don't own the Gorillaz, just my oc.
The rest of the day was spent on the living room couch, watching 2D's old zombie movies that had been retrieved from his dusty room. A bowl of popcorn sat before our feet on the coffe table, too hot for either of us to eat immediatly. As the thirteenth movie began to play, I tried to keep my attention on it but found my eyes drifting over to him. He was fidgiting nervously, as though to be expecting something at any moment. That's when I felt his hand grasp mine as his other held his scythe. "Um, 2D?"
"When I say so, run for tha' door an' don' stop til ya git ta Russels'." I nodded, biting my lip as chills went up my spinal cord. 2D kept his attention on the left corner of the room; it was much darker than the rest. He let go of my hand, holding his weapon in front of him. The darkness began to come together in one mass, queasy squishing sounds and a smell of rotted charred flesh filled the air around it. "Oh God..." I covered my mouth and nose, trying not to breath in the fumes. 2D didn't seem bothered by it, keeping his defending stance as two red dots revealed themselves as a gas mask made it's presence in the shadows.
"Th-that's the demon!" It came out barely a whisper. The demon's head and shoulders' emerged first, it's hands reaching for us as they were freed from their dark prison. "Run." He muttered, the demon getting closer to being released from the corner, "RUN ABI!"
Everything past that point was a blur. The next moment I was in front of Russels' place, blood splattered on my sleeveless tee and sticking to my numb skin. I looked as though I had murdered someone, the crimson liquid running down my barely covered legs as I stumbled towards the door. Noodle answered as I knocked furiously, almost screaming when she saw me slumped against the door frame.
Everything went black after that.
'Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your friend is dead
And soon you will be too.'
I woke to the song that sounded eerily childlike in a voice that I had once used. She stood there, dressed in black and holding an old stuffed rabbit to her chest. I knew who she was, but shock kept me from uttering a single word. My child self giggled, turning away and walking into the dark side of the room. "You think you can escape your fate, Abi?" She asked, her voice echoing off the darkness. "Your judgement? Your punishment?"
"Punishment for what? What have I done that deserves the taking of my friends' life?" I screamed, even more confused that what I had been over the last few days. "Are you really that dense? Remember that night? Remember when your parents were killed while you hid in your mothers' roses?" She came back, but in an outfit that I never wanted to see again. The dress had once been one of my favorites; light blue with little pink roses adorned across the sleeves, collar, and hem. The sleeves were puffed out and there had once been a pretty white apron that went with it, but now that apron was torn and covered in blood. HIS blood.
"You killed a contract, Abi. Murdered him in a blind rage. Now He wants you to pay the price." HIS blood began to turn black and drip off the torn apron, eventually forming a puddle between us. The puddle began to rise and take shape of something tall and person like. "No...No you can't mean..." 2D stood in front of me, a blank expression replaced by one with pain as She plunged a blade through his back and out his stomach. "You're next, Abi."
"ABI-SAN!" Something wet was thrown on my face and I fell off what I had been laid on. Right onto the floor. "Ugh, Noodle..." I groaned, getting up on my hands and knees. "Abi-san okay?" She asked, still holding the very cup whe had used to throw water on me. At least, I think it was water. You never know with Noodle. "Y-yeah, just one question. Why the hell did you have to do that?" I looked over my shoulder at her, only to gulp as she glared at me. Yeah, I'm screwed.
"What happened?" There's two things you don't want to do to Noodle: lie to her and make her mad. Trust me, you will regret it. But what if the truth is harder to believe as it sounds like it comes from a supernatural novel that you read? "Okay, you caught me. The whole thing started after my accident that I had a few weeks ago. I woke up in the hospital and guess who was sitting next to me? Stuart, only now he calls himself 2D and he's a grim reaper. I didn't believe that it was him, but then again the only person that knows that I wear fuzzy red socks to bed is six feet under, so it had to be him and last night some demon came into my house and he told me to run here. I swear I have no idea where the blood came from."
'Yeah ya do.' Why is SHE in my head? 'It's your friends' blood, remember?' Go away! Please don't make me remember that night! "I don't want to remember! Leave me alone!" I screamed, curling up to make myself smaller. "Abi-san!" I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out of the house and down the street not caring if it was raining or cold. Eventually, the cemetary came into view and I could hear screams of agony echoing in my head. "STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I was running up the steps, my eyes blinded by tears but I knew where I was going. Until I tripped, banging my head on something hard. Numerous voices rang out, screams and sayings in different tongue's making my body go cold.
"GO AWAY!" My throat was hoarse, blood dribbling down my face as I stumbled around on my hands and knees. I finally got a hold of something that would help me stand, the skin pierced and cut, more of the crimson fluid flowing. "T-thorns?" I whispered, feeling something slither past my leg. I looked around; instead of the cemetary, I was surrounded by vines and thorns. Fear rose and I reached out to grab a fading vine.
I saw something hack away at the foliage, something silver and sharp, like a ...blade? A scythe! "Abi! Abi stay wif' me!" Stuart's calling me...he sounds worried. "Abi, pwease! It's not ya time! Don' go!" Am I dying? It's dark and cold. "ABI!" Stuart, I'm not deaf. I can still hear you.
Wait, I can still hear him. I'm not going to die. No, I can't die just yet. There are still questions that I want answers to. I'd rather live my life in regret and shame than die not knowing. The darkness is fading away and feeling is returning to my body. I'm being shaken by someone, someone with blue hair and black eyes.
"Stu...stop before I get sick."
Yeah, definatly not a way to end a chapter. But it still helps.
R&R.
And be nice.