2D sang his heart and soul out. He wasn't doing it for Murdoc. He wasn't even doing it for himself. He was doing it for Elle. His twisted mind had made the assumption that if he did an amazing job on the record Elle would come back to him. Murdoc leered at him with a satisfied smile on his lips.

"Very good Face-ache." He said with his sick smile. "It's almost like you're trying today. Is this all about Elle?"

2D stared at him with empty eyes. He wished he couldn't feel anything but his heart ached. He stared at his feet and fiddled with his fingers.

"Let's just keep recording." He whispered before turning back to the microphone.

Murdoc opened his mouth to say something smug about how pathetic he was but he froze. He brushed past 2D and peered out the window. He was unusually silent; usually when there was something outside Murdoc just made a snide comment and then turned back to his music. This time he stared out the window for minutes rather than moments.

"What the bloody hell is that?" He cried.

2D rushed over to the window to try and catch a glimpse of what the bassist was looking at. All he saw was a big brown dome in the distance. He looked over at Murdoc to ask him what he was so freaked out about but then it dawned on him; they were in the middle of nowhere. There was no other landmass close enough to the island to be seen.

"What do you think it is?" he whispered to the shocked Satanist.

Murdoc looked at 2D for a moment, his face clear of any emotion except shock. It looked strange on his face. He shrugged his shoulders up and down.

"I don't know Stu and that worries me." He shoved himself away from the window and stalked out of the room, "We're done for today. Go back to your room."

It was weird not being insulted by Murdoc. It confused 2D and disoriented him. Being insulted had become one of the regular parts of his day. It took him an extra ten minutes to get back to the room he had been living in and when he finally found his room it took him a few seconds to remember why his ex-girlfriend was sitting on his bed.

"Stuart!" Elle exclaimed rushing to his arms.

His heart was pounding in his chest. Why was she so close to him? Didn't she know what she did to him?

"Stu, have you seen that monstrosity Murdoc created?" She exclaimed, looking up into his eyes. Obviously she hadn't realized how close their faces were. All she cared about was the Android that tried to pass for the lost guitarist.

"Huh?" He stumbled, "You mean Android Noodle?"

She pulled away, "What do you mean, Android Noodle?" She murmured.

He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled awkwardly down at her. His hand tightened around her waist and he resisted the urge to pull her closer to him. She narrowed her eyes at him and for a moment he panicked, thinking that she could sense his intentions. He cleared his throat and reluctantly let go of her waist.

"Murdoc found some samples of Noodle's DNA in the rubble of the windmill. He used that, plus some robotics, and made an Android." He shrugged. "She plays guitar almost as Noodle did."

"Does." Elle blurted out.

He blinked at her and her cheeks flushed.

"You keep talking about Noodle in past tense. I told you she survived. She's out there. She's out there with Russel. Who by the way is huge now." She insisted, her fingers tightening around his shirt.

His hands went to hers, curling around her fingers. He gently pried her fingers off his shirt and held them in his hands. God, how he missed those hands. Suddenly a thought struck him.

"She's with Russel?" He murmured. "So Russel's out there?"

She looked at him curiously. "Um…yeah. They're on their way. I was supposed to be with them but-."

"Murdoc saw a big brown shape in the horizon today." He said, cutting her off.

"What? That's definitely Russel! They're on their way!" She grinned up at him before throwing her arms around his shoulders and squeezing. Despite the fact that he could barely breathe 2D couldn't be happier.

What was that thing? Was it going to be a threat? Did it need to be disposed of?

Murdoc was sitting on the patio, a shotgun in his arms. He was scanning the horizon, looking for the brown dome he had seen hours earlier. Unfortunately, in the minutes that he had left to arm up, it had disappeared and now he was left scanning an empty skyline.

"Damn drummer." He muttered to himself.

He knew Russel was going to find a way to the island. He just wasn't sure how; but when he had seen that large brown dome in the distance he knew right away it wasn't any island. That shape was just too familiar.

Murdoc scanned the horizon one more time before leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. He thought about 2D, who was in his room probably shagging with Elle by now. As cheesy and cliché as it sounds he knew they were destined to be together and it hurt. He didn't want to think about the pain but a part of him knew what it was anyways. It was the pain of rejection, something he thought he had gotten used to, but this particular loss was different.

He opened his eyes and checked for Russel once more before leaning back and staring up into the sky. He wondered what was so different about Elle compared to all the other women he had (and hadn't) been with. Elle was definitely not the first person to reject him but he the fact that her choosing that face-ache lead singer over him just hurt right down to his soul.

Murdoc wished he knew what he could get to feel better. He had plenty of booze, in fact he got shit-faced every night since the last day he saw Elle's face. He hadn't had the company of a woman in awhile. Maybe that's what he needed; a willing woman. But where was he supposed to get one? It wasn't like they had a vending machine full of women, or a shipment of women arriving every few days. Out here Murdoc was completely and utterly alone. You know, except for the lump that called itself the sad excuse for a lead singer.

When this whole band thing had started, all he wanted was to be known world-wide. And now he was, but he was more alone now then he was before he was an unknown. He had hoped that that fame would not only get him money to buy alcohol but also someone who was just as greedy and ruthless as him. Instead he had locked himself on this island with no one except an Android that looked like the best guitarist in the world and the one person he hated the most. Well, except for that dodger who stole his Winnebago.

Murdoc heard a splash and he was instantly on his feet. Frantically searching the horizon he locked his gun into place, his finger hesitating on the trigger. Finally he saw who was making the noise. It was just the Android practicing its shooting on the unsuspecting fish. Taking a calming breath Murdoc internally shook himself. He shouldn't be thinking those thoughts. Elle was no one, just a girl he had stepped on to get to the top of the charts. He didn't care about being lonely; he just cared about the fame.

He closed his eyes and made himself believe in it. He had to, otherwise he'd lose his mind.

Heyyyyy, long time no see. I figured I'd post up and let you guys know that I'll be visiting my other grandparents in New York starting tomorrow and going to like Saturday or Sunday or something.

I'm actually really getting into this. I feel like I'm getting better writing-wise but that might just be me. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and the others to come. :)

Oh and by the way, although I don't think this will be much of an issue. Since I've pretty much covered all of the stuff in the videos and interviews and such now I'm just completely coming up with this on my own so when something new comes out and it doesn't exactly match, or even match at all then don't get annoyed or angry or just unreasonable. Please know that I'm just only beginning at reading the future, so things are a little hazy. ;)

Hey, so since its been awhile, stay extra classy.