Just so you know, I'm really upset with this chapter. I really thinks its bollocks, and I'm honestly wondering if it's any good at all…?
I'm pulling my hair out and screaming right now XP
*Have you ever loved someone so much, you'd give an arm for her?*
*Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for her?*
*When they know they're your heart*
*And you know you are their armour*
*And you will destroy anyone who would try to harm her*
*But what happens when karma, turns right around and bites you?*
*And everything you stand for turns on you despite you?*
*What happens when you become the main source of her pain?*
2D took Noodle down to his bedroom. She was falling asleep as he came to his room, but woke up, bright and alert, once he sat her on his bed. Her head lolled forward slightly, but she jerked her head up as she began to speak. "2D-kun, ano, what are we doing in your room?"
He smirked, moving to his dresser and shifting the clothes around to find a decent one to wear. "I can't go inta te kitchen wiff yew in me arms an' no shirt on, love. Whuh do yew fink tha' would look like ta Russel?"
She shrugged. As he pulled a shirt over his head, she whined, rubbing her stomach, "Hara hete…"
He chuckled. "Right. I'll 'ave yeh fixed up in a jiffy, love." He pulled her by her hands so that she was standing, but she collapsed into his chest, and he pulled her to her feet again with a grimace. Just how strong were those pills that he was always popping? Half of one would have done nothing for him.
"Summan," she mumbled, apologizing. When she swayed on her feet, though 2D was supporting her, he decided she wouldn't be able to make it to the lift, even with his help.
He huffed, pulling her into his arms, bridal style, once more. "Russ is gonna kill me when 'e sees yew," he spoke under his breath as they neared the lift.
"Ki ni shinai, 2D-kun. You worry too much," she yawned, curling her arms into her chest.
He sighed as the entered the lift and he pressed the button labeled: study. As they ascended, Noodle began trying to shift her weight in his arms. 2D grunted as Noodle tried rolling her body again. He latched his arm over her shoulder. "Ugh… hold still, Noodle. Stop movin… Yo gonna fawl." She twisted, facing him and buried her face into his chest.
She huffed, "Usse. No, I'm not."
He grimaced, sighing, "Yeah, yew are. Yew can' even hold yo head up." She was like a little kid again, the way she was complaining, and 2D found it entertaining that more than half the things she was saying were in Japanese, but he knew that giving her that pill for her pain was a mistake.
She moaned grumbling, "Kimochi ga warui… My head is all fuzzy."
He chuckled humourlessly, exiting the lift and entering the study. "Tha's cos I gave yeh tha' damn pill on an empty stomach."
She stretched in his arms, yawning. He held still, clutching her tiny form to keep her from falling free from his grip. "At least my head doesn't hurt anymore," she breathed, curling her body into his chest.
He breathed out through his nose, and her hair swayed in his breath's breeze. "Russ is gowna kill me…"
"Shikkari shite. No he will not, 2D. If you say that one more time, I will –" she yawned, "I will poke you." She pushed her finger into his stomach. He twitched.
2D smirked, Yeah, Russel is defini'ly gowna kill me.
"2D," Noodle looked up at him.
"Yeah, love," he asked, slightly relieved at her sudden change of tone. She sounded slightly more rational. He peeked down at her.
"2D… I was going to die my last day in Hell... I was going to give up, but… I woke up," she smiled up at him drunkenly. "I'm glad I woke up." He grinned down at her sadly, his eyes hot with moisture. He shifted his gaze away from her face, staring forward and chewing on his bottom lip. Noodle lifted her hand, cupping 2D's cheek, and waited for him to look down at her. "Doshita no, 2D-kun," she asked, her voice soft. Judging by her tone, 2D figured she was concerned for him.
He grinned down at her and shook his head. "M'fine, love." He blinked slowly, opening the door into the lounge, and then hesitantly stepped inside.
As soon as he was inside, he closed the door behind them quietly, pushing the door behind him with his foot to avoid using his hands. He sat Noodle on the lounge chair, now that it was empty, and quickly snuck to the lavatory, grabbing a brush. He swiftly rejoined Noodle and brushed through her hair, making her look presentable, while she gazed blankly from place to place, her hands in her lap. 2D put the brush away, drooling as he smelled the food Russel was preparing, and walked back to Noodle. "Do yeh fink yew can stan', love?" She looked up at him, her expression thoughtful. She shrugged. He sighed and took hold of each of her hands, carefully pulling her to her feet. She stumbled forward, but he steadied her. He took a step back, studying her every move. She was slightly wobbly on her feet, so he took hold of her hand as they walked into the kitchen.
Once they entered, a currently distracted Russel spoke as he continued his cooking. "Mornin' D. Yeh know how baby-girl's been? I haven't seen 'er since las' night," he asked.
2D sat Noodle in a chair at the table. "I am fine, Russel-sama," Noodle answered, surprising the drummer.
He turned around, his stainless-steel spatula in hand. He was about to speak, but he noticed her weary, jittery appearance and stopped short. He frowned, then grimaced as he looked at 2D, who was fidgeting as he stood a short space away from Noodle. "D, what the hell's wrong wit' baby girl? You two bes' not be doin' nuthin yo gonna regret," he threatened.
2D blushed, then looked at Noodle, who was staring out the window as if all was well. "W-we didn't do nuffink! Honest! She got 'urt when we wos in te baffroom!" He explained, his voice at a higher pitch than normal.
"What?" Russel bellowed. "What was you doin' in the bathroom wit 'er?"
"Russel-sama," Noodle interrupted. Russel froze, straightening his stance as Noodle fixed her gaze upon him wearily with a lopsided grin. "It is… not 2D-kun's fault. He was only trying to protect me," she explained, her head bowing forward slightly as her eyes began to droop once more.
"Protect ya from what," he demanded, now looking at 2D.
"The cyborg," Noodle yawned.
Russel's milky-white eyes grew wide. "The cyborg? How'd she get loose?" He asked, panic evident in his voice.
2D shrugged, then rubbed the back of his neck. "I dun know, but I don' fink she'll be a botha… Noodle twatted 'er –she was brilliant. An' te cyborg wen' an' passed ou', n'then I put 'er in 'er cupboard an' took awl 'er ammo from 'er… Locked 'er up tight…"
"An' what 'appened?" Russel asked, gesturing to Noodle.
"Oh, well, Noodle got 'er good. But, she wen' an' 'urt 'er knee, so I wrapped it up for 'er," 2D explained again.
"No not that, D," he bellowed, frustrated. "What happened to Noodle? Why's baby-girl all tired n' agitated."
2D gulped. "Oh…" He chuckled nervously, stepping back. "Wull, um… 'er head wos hurtin' 'er an' such, so I, er… I… bit one o'me pills in half an' gave ih to 'er."
Russel sighed, turning to remove the finished food from the pan so he wouldn't have to worry about it. "Damnit, 'D," he started, his voice calm, thankful that it seemed to be nothing more. "Why'd you go an' do that? Don'chew realise how tiny she iz? Her body's prob'ly goin' haywire."
2D bowed his head guiltily, "Yeah… but I didn' wan' Noodle-love ta be 'urt. I couldn' fink ta do anyfin else… Ih prolly wouldn' be so bad if 'er stomach wosn' empty."
Russel rubbed his forehead in agitation, sighing. "D, man, ya didn' even make sho she 'ad food!"
2D shrank back, whimpering. "Tha's why I brought 'er up 'ere." He peeked over at Noodle, and his stance relaxed. His head tilted to the side as her stared at her blankly. She was slouched against the table, her arms rested on the tabletop with her head resting upon her arms. She took a deep breath and exhaled quietly. She'd fallen asleep. Russel became lenient as he realised what 2D had become so interested in. He grinned somewhat, then turned as he saw 2D lean in close to her. He continued his cooking, keeping it light for Noodle.
2D took a tentative step close to Noodle's sleeping form, grinning as he did so. He tapped her shoulder, whispering, "Noooodle? …Love? Are yew sleepin?" She twitched, and gasped as he took a gentle hold of her arm. She jerked up and jumped forward, pushing 2D onto the ground and landing atop his stomach. He grunted, and she heard a thump as his head hit the ground. "Ohohh… me 'ead…" He reached into his pocket and pulled out the last two bits of his pills and swallowed them whole, then dropped his arms to his sides lazily. Russel turned swiftly as he heard the rustling, and saw as 2D had popped his pills, then chuckled as he saw a confused Noodle straddling an even more dumbfounded 2D, and returned to his own business.
Noodle blinked, looking lost as she stared forward, but shifted her eyes down when she felt soft fabric underneath her fingers. "Wari, 2D," she yawned. "I did not mean to hurt you."
He rubbed his forehead, trying to push the pain out the back of his head. His eyes were shut, but he opened one dark void slightly as he spoke. "S'awright, love. I've 'ad worse." She grimaced, then yawned as her body slouched forward and she fell onto 2D. "Summan," she breathed deeply as she fell unconscious once more. He chuckled, then pulled Noodle into his arms as he sat up. He rested her head over his shoulder comfortably and wrapped one arm around her waist and the other bellow her bottom to hold her against his chest as he stood. Her arms lolled lazily to her sides.
2D sighed, gazing down at Noodle, "I really screwed up, didn' I?"
"Yeah, ya did…" Russel agreed. He turned to stove off, and faced the tall man. "But that don' mean anythin', man. Jus' don' give 'er no more pills unless ya ask me firs'."
2D sat in Noodle's now empty chair, carefully shifting her so she now sat bridal-style in his lap, her head resting against his shoulder. He sniffed, "Tha's not whot I mehn'..."
Russel prepared two plates –one for each of them –then joined 2D, sitting across from him at the large table. He folded his arms, resting them atop the table and stared intently at 2D, who was currently distracted by the woman sleeping in his lap whilst he gently stroked her indigo hair. "Then whud'ya mean, D?"
2D flinched, not realising he'd spoken that last thought aloud. He shuddered, not wanting to have to think back, but he had no choice now. He sighed, "Yew know tha' day we 'ad tha' intaview?" Russel nodded, so 2D continued. "Wull… I 'ad a really bad feelin' abou' goin'… I didn' wanna… Yew know how yeh feel funny when yew know yew shoudn' be doin' summfin, but yew do ih anyways cos yew don' see te harm innit?" He waited a moment before taking a deep breath and continuing. "I knew we shoulda stayed 'ome, but I 'ad us go anyways."
"D, what does this have ta do wit' you screwin' up?" Russel asked, becoming agitated with 2D's rambling.
2D turned his head slowly, meeting Russel's milky-white eyes. "Yew know tha' man Murdoc hired ta fly Noodle ta the Maldives when she wonted ta leave?" Russel sighed, annoyed, and gestured for 2D to continue. "Wull, when I found ou' tha' Noodle lef, an' wosn' dead, I got angry… I dun know why… I felt… betrayed… 'cause she didn' trus' me enuff to es'plain why she wos fakin 'er own death… Anyways, Murdoc said tha' summin took our plane the night before te inteview, an' e thought ih wos tha' man oo'd taken Noodle ta the islands."
"D, can ya jus' get to da point, man," Russel bellowed, freezing when Noodle shifted in 2D's arms. 2D looked down at her again, stroking her hair until she breathed in, exhaled deeply, and relaxed.
"Russ, 'ave you ever loved someone so much, yew'd give anythin' ta keep 'em… An' yew know t'ey love yew, too… An' yew wanna protect 'em, but yew got angry when t'ey left yew when t'ey promised t'ey always be there…" He took a choppy breath, "An' yew kep' avoidin' tha' innaview while waitin' for 'er, cos yew wanted 'er ta be there for ih. But she never even called ta say 'ello, or tell yew she wos okay… So when yew 'eard she'd be comin 'ome, yew purposely moved tha' innaview yew wos avoidin' cos yew knew she'd get 'ome an' yew'd be gone, jus' ta make her feel badly… so she'd feel te way yew did when she lef'…" 2D sniffed, his black voids twinkling with tears, and one gliding down his cheek.
He swallowed, hiccupping. He took a deep breath, squeezing Noodle close to him and bowing his head. Russel was grimacing, slightly confused, but also angry. 2D hiccupped again, then began speaking in a low voice. "An' when yew got 'ome, yew wos confused cos she wasn' there like she wos supposed ta be… An' eventually, yew lef' Kong cos yew figured she lef' yew behind… An' yew got more angry, but also sad… an' eventually… yew kinda jus' got los', cos she wosn' there… N'then yew turn aroun' one day, an' she's jus lookin' up at yew. Buh summtin's wrong, an' yew can' 'elp forgivin 'er coz yew still love 'er…" He choked, sobbing. "N'then yew find ou' she wos really in 'ell, n'the reason she wos there wos cos o'tha damn innaview yew rescheduled… N'tha' yew lef' yo home before she'd finally escaped… N'when she escaped from 'ell, she wos alone again… Yew foun' ou' tha' yer pain and anger became 'ers, but so much worse… An' yew were te source of awl 'er pain…" he whispered.
Russel took a deep breath, and bowed his head, rubbing his forehead angrily. "D, if I followed yo words right, then I think I'm really fuckin angry righ' now," he huffed, speaking slowly and trying to keep his voice low.
2D hugged Noodle again and sighed, resting his cheek atop her head. "Do yew wan' me ta give 'er to yeh? Cos yer angry at me?"
Russel shook his head, "Naw, man… I'm not just angry at'chew… It's all our faults', D." He returned his gaze to 2D. "It's on all of us, not just you… Any of us could'a stopped dis bullshit from happenin'. It's not just –"
"Please," 2D cut him off, bowing his head and shutting his eyes tightly. "Stop," his voice cracked. "I know whot fockin' 'appened, okay? I know awl o' the crap tha' went down, an' awl te shit that played inta t'is fooked up fin' we goh goin 'ere, but don' yew tell me tha' dis ain't my fawlt," he shouted, surprised with his own aggression. "I know Muds is an arse, an' 'e shoulda done 'is job proper, an' tha' yew shoulda been more careful wit' tha' demon boy afta yew, though 'e wos afta Mud's soul, but yew know as well as I tha' t'is is…," he fell quiet, opening his eyes to find Noodle, her eyes now slowly fluttering open. She looked up at him with a pleasant grin upon her face. He smiled down at her sadly. 2D looked back toward Russel. "T'is is awl my fockin fawlt…" Noodle's smile fell, and she flashed a look at Russel, who was grimacing as he stared back at the man. 2D stood, and turned to place Noodle back in her seat. He bent down and kissed the top of her head, and whispered into her hair, "I kno' yeh tired, love, buh yew need ta eat…" He straightened himself again, and began to exit the kitchen.
Once he reached the doorway, Noodle finally found her voice. "Aren't you going to eat, 2D-kun?"
He rested his hand upon the doorframe, staring forward. He bowed his head. "I'm not 'ungry," he told her. He turned his head fractionally, looking at her over his shoulder, "I'm sorry, love," he whispered before dropping his arm and striding out of the lounge.
Noodle made an attempt to stand, but she froze when Russel took her hand. "Let 'im be, baby. I think he needs time ta think," he told her gently.
"Did I do something wrong," she asked, confused and hurt by 2D's sudden mood. She was sure nothing had happened in the time between when she'd passed out just a couple minutes before, and now, so what could have possibly happened to make 2D say such things?
Russel smiled sadly, "No, baby-girl. I thin' D's in a place righ' now. 'E's not mad at'chew… he's upset wit 'imself," he tried to explain.
Noodle relaxed, but was still plainly worried. "Why did he say 'this is all his fault'?"
Russel sighed, not wanting to have to be the one to deliver the news to her, especially when this was her life that she was unknowingly talking about, that 2D was upset with himself for. "I don' think I'm da one who should be tellin' you dat, baby girl."
Noodle huffed, "Don't start that crap with me again, Russel-sama. 2D is upset, and I want to know why. He can't tell me if he cannot be near me, because he needs to be alone… Please don't hold this from me," she pouted her lips. "2D will not be upset with you, Russel-sama. You know him. He's not like that."
Russel sighed again, "You know, D's changed a lot. Jus' like you, baby girl."
Noodle frowned, confused, "I've noticed, but I can't see much more than him being slightly more aware of things." Of course, she could see a lot had changed about him. He didn't act as childish as he used to, and he didn't hide behind his own problems as much. He was a lot smarter than he led people on to believe, but he had problems expressing his thoughts, and even more difficulty in taking in information, but somehow, while she was away, he had cracked. But to what extent, and how was it effecting him?
Russel shook his head, and his voice caught Noodle's attention once more. "Yeah, an' 'e's bin real upset wit 'imself lately. 'Lot of anger an' regret can do dat to a man."
"Anger?" Noodle's voice dropped, worried.
"Not at'chew, baby. He's angry wit 'imself… an' probably Muds, too," Russel told her reassuredly.
"But… 2D-kun said he wasn't angry at Murdoc for torturing him anymore," Noodle thought aloud, remembering what he'd told her last night.
"Maybe, Noodle. But did you eva think 'e might be angry at what Murdoc's actions did ta you," Russel suggested.
Noodle shook her head slowly, and closed her eyes, bowing her head. "No. The thought never crossed my mind."
"D may 'ave screwed up a lot when it comes to you, baby girl, but he cares 'bout you… a lot… More than 'e's ever cared about anyone," Russel mused. "Even more than Paula…"
Noodle looked up at his ghostly eyes, "Will you tell me what you two were talking about earlier? Before I woke up?"
He nodded, "Yeah, but I wan'chew ta eat firs', befo' you pass out again."
Noodle sighed, "Why is it whenever I want information, people make me eat for it."
Russel chuckled, "Sounds like a pretty solid exchange ta me." Noodle arched her eyebrow at his comment, and pulled her plate toward her. She lifted the fork in her hand, and cut a chuck out of her pancake, then popped it in her mouth, chewing slowly.
It was a frightening sight, seeing the door of the lift open, only to reveal a tall blue-haired man with seemingly no eyes –black where they should lie –and a distorted scowl plastered on his face. Fists clenched, he marched to his bedroom, confused and upset by his anger. He slammed the door open, flinching when he heard it crash into the wall.
Ignoring his momentary distraction, he began tearing through his bedroom, knocking down pictures, and taking hold of the stuffed Rottweiler in the corner of his bedroom and flinging it out the door, where it crashed into the wall. He knocked over the ridiculous spiderman, tossing it to the floor. He smashed the box behind it, and tore more pictures as he went along, walking on top of his rather small bed and pulling the flag off the wall. He kicked his lamp, listening to the bulb shatter as it hit the ground roughly, and knocking more trinkets and objects scattered about the floor out of their place. He took the rucksack atop his bed and flung it, hearing the thump as it hit the floor. Lastly, he pulled his bed away from the wall and flipped it, grunting as he did so. Still angry, and vision blurred with red, his punched the wall, hissing with pain.
He stumbled backwards, ready to take on more, but froze when he stepped upon something that should not have been there. He looked down, the same angry expression on his face. He removed his foot and bent over the object. It was one of his photo albums. It had fallen out of the rucksack as he flung it. The album was sitting opened, on its front, so he flipped it over onto its back, watching as the pages turned in the sudden breeze, and resting on one picture. 2D's anger melted away, and his eyebrows scrunched together as he fixed his gaze upon it.
He sighed, and stood to his feet, digging through the trash to find his pill bottle, and swallowed a few of the white capsules inside. Next, he immediately pulled out a fag and lit it, inhaling the smoke. He knew he needed to calm down and think. Destroying his bedroom, though it had already been done, would get him nowhere. Still, why was he so angry in the first place? The anger steadily evaporating, he pulled his bed, fixing it back where it had been before he'd mess with it.
Slowly, he felt himself go numb as he continued inhaling and exhaling smoke, and sat down upon the floor, staring at the same picture in his album. One of him, only him. He looked happy, even with his face all smashed in. Before everything went to ruin, and everyone left his side. Before his light vanished, along with his carefree nature. He wanted it back, and would do anything for it again. With a sigh, and another drag of his cigarette, 2D began flipping through the pages of his album, staring absently at the pictures and, thanks to his medication, forgetting each one as he moved on to the next.
Once he began to become conscious again, he became still, realising just how thick and moldy the air smelled. He slowly closed his book and stood, tripping over his feet as he clambered out the opened door and walked deliberately to the lift, where he waited impatiently for it to close, ascend, then take him to the entrance, where he nearly lost his balance maneuvering through the piles of useless junk. Once he was outside, he turned left and began carefully descending the steps towards the course, all train of thought was lost when he realised a sound that was extremely out of place compared to the usual screeches of the birds, shifting of the water, and crunch of the plastic below his feet. In his ears rang the unmistakable roar of a plane's engine. 2D looked around, and froze once he saw the craft, its rotor spinning and the air-capable vehicle resting at the dock.
He became confused when the blades slowly stopped, and the roaring of the engine died, but understood what was going on when the doors opened, and a familiar figure hopped onto the deck, who hadn't seemed to have noticed 2D quite yet.
Once 2D recognized who this person was, his face quickly fell into a scowl, his being burning with hatred. Murdoc had everything to do with Noodle's life as he himself did, and it was time for him to answer, only, 2D wasn't in the mood for talking. His being upset and angry overruled any rational thought he had. 2D strutted purposefully towards his target, watching as Murdoc walked towards him as well. He was looking down as he carried his suitcase along with him, but quickly looked up when he realised he wasn't alone. He grimaced, bellowing "Whot do yew wont, faceache? Why dun yew make y'self useful –"
2D didn't allow him to finish, cutting him off with a punch to the face. Murdoc stumbled back, grunting. His expression became fierce as he stared back at 2D. "Who the fock do yew thin' yew are, dullard!" He roared.
2D screamed, leaping at Murdoc and throwing him to the ground. He took hold of Murdoc's collar, pulling his head forward and yelling, "T'is is awl yo' fuckin' fawlt!" Murdoc was in too much shock to fight back, so 2D continued his ranting, slamming Murdoc's head into the ground and punching him. "Yew left 'er in Hell! Yew tried ta replace 'er! An' if ih weren' fer yew, tha' fockin' demon boy woulda nevah even tried ta hurt 'er! None of this shit woulda 'appened, yew sick son of a bitch!"
"Why does 2D-kun blame himself for what happened to me, Russel-sama," Noodle asked. The dishes had now been put away, the kitchen table cleared. Now both father and daughter were having the conversion she'd insisted upon.
Russel frowned, looking at her sadly. "Baby-girl, we all blame ourselves... but D's takin what he's done da hardest."
"What did he do?" She asked, confused.
"Baby, did 2D evah tell you how upset 'e wuz when yous left," he picked. She shook her head, so he continued. "Well, apparently, he wuz real angry tha'chew lef' wihdout telling 'im, cuz 'e felt like you didn' trust 'im."
Noodle bowed her head, closing her eyes. "But that's not true," she whispered brokenly.
"But 'e didn' know dat, baby. You know how 'D is… or wuz…" He shook his head, "Look, all I know iz dat apparently he wasn' too happy. Anywayz, Murdoc found out you wuz comin home, an' told all of us." Noodle opened her mouth, about to speak, but Russel raised his hand to cut her off. "D, even though he wuz happy you wuz comin home, wanted you ta feel how he did when you left, so he had us do dat interview we wuz avoidin, so we'd be gone when you got home," he explained, his eyebrows scrunching together with regret at every word that left his lips. "On top o' dat, he couldn' help you when you wuz havin them hallucinations, an' den you go an' get hurt, so he tries to make you feel bettah wit pills, an' it could been dangerous for you. Knowin' everythin 'e's done wrong, that's gone an' hurt you, just added da fuel to his confused-as-hell fire, baby."
Noodle bit her lip, chewing on it angrily as tears won their escape. "Why didn't he tell me," she mumbled.
"Baby girl, I know it don' mean much, but I'm sorry. D's real fucked up righ' now –"
"And I'm not," she screamed, standing to her feet and slamming her fists on the tabletop. She bowed her head again, falling onto her seat and sobbing.
"I know, baby," he spoke gently. Not knowing what else to say, he reached out to take hold of Noodle's hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb.
After minutes of silence, Noodle lifted he head. "I need to think," she choked. Russel nodded, releasing her hand and watching after her as she stood and quietly left the kitchen, and seconds later, the lounge. She held her arms to her chest as she entered the lift, enraged and hurt by this new information. She'd not realised the extent of the damage she left for 2D, nor did she realise there was a slight possibility that this situation would've never occurred. Once Noodle found herself outside the beach entrance, she quickly jerked her head to the sound of a struggle not too far away.
"…yew sick son of a bitch!"
"Get the fock off o'me yer mental git," Murdoc roared. Noodle flew down the stairs, wide-eyed at the scene before her. 2D on top of Murdoc, punching him in the face as Murdoc struggled to remove the nuisance from atop him. Murdoc's face was now bruising and swollen, and he was growling, "When I get yeh off o'me, I'monna fockin beat the shit out o'yew!"
"2D!" Noodle's shriek sliced though the air like a bullet.
He immediately released Murdoc, standing to his feet. "Noodle," he whispered, reaching out to her and forgetting all his anger. She stepped backwards, shaking her head fiercely as more tears streamed down her face, and she bit her lip as she looked up to the singer, terrified by his anger…
"But Noodle, I –" He tried, taking another step toward her desperately.
"Don't touch me," she yelled, turning tail and running at full speed towards her lighthouse.
His arm still outstretched towards her, 2D watched after her, hurt etched into every feature in his face. However, it wasn't for very long. In mere seconds, his world went black, and Murdoc stood before him, rubbing his now bruised knuckled. He kicked 2D's side, grunting. He bent down towards the man. "Nex' time yew pull a stunt' like tha', yew c'n bet yer sweet arse I won' be so merciful," he threatened. "I'll toss me promise ta Noodle aside, and leave you hangin on nuthin but a fockin string, beggin fer me ta stop." He kicked loose dirt into 2D's face and took hold of his belongings, limping towards his castle.
Well how I can't recall
But I'm staring at what once was the wall
Separating east and west
Now, they meet amidst the broad daylight
So, this is where you are
And this is where I am
Somewhere between unsure
And a hundred
It's hard I must confess
But I'm banking on the rest to clear away
'Cause we have spoken everything
Everything short of "I love…"
You're right where you are
From right where I am
Somewhere between unsure
And a hundred
Somewhere between unsure
And a hundred
And who's to say it's wrong?
And who's to say that it's not right
Where we should be for now?
So, this is where you are
And this is where I am
So, this is where you are
And this is where I've been
And this is where I've been
Somewhere between unsure
And a hundred
The Fray - Hundred