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Chapter Two

I bit my bottom lip, feeling my heart start to pound and my hands shaking. Coming to someone's base- house thing in the middle of the night… What if they caught me? What would I say? "Oh heeyyy, my friend thinks you starting another Holocaust can I take a peek around?" Or, "Hey- I'm just here to ask you why you order so many guns?" At least it was better than the first one, but still ridiculous. I started to rethink my actions, debating whether to go back to the ship and act like this had never happened. No- even if I had to sneak through illegally I was going to do this. I kept rowing over the polluted bumpy waves, my heart pounding so hard it almost shook the boat.

I started getting closer to the island, getting a pretty good look at it. And wow- this "island" wasn't normal. You might not believe me when I say this but its true- basically the world's junk and plastic coming together to form an island, forming a pinkish color from far, but close you could see every cruddy detail. From broken glass to plastic bags, it was stuck together most likely with dried bird poop and oil. I almost gagged, looking at all the disgusting details.

When I was close enough, I got the paddle and hit the shore, pulling myself in. Good thing I had boots on, or my feet would've been cut off the second I stepped on the damn beach from broken glass. I looked around as I stood on the beach, cold air spitting into my face and my eye lids almost staying open from the icy cold wind. What a weird place. The building was on top, white and future looking, with glass windows and plastic palm trees surrounding it. It looked unreal- like some movie cast setup.

From the corner of my eye I caught a door, an opening in the plastic part of the beach. I walked casually over to it. Then I got a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. I was already here, wasn't I? It led up to wooden stairs. I stepped up, them breathing in smoke from my cigarette. The stairs led up to a metal platform, and a door. I felt the cold door with the palms of my hand. Then I gave it a jerk and it flew open.

The room I came into was extremely creepy. Bones were all over the ground (from what, I'm not sure) and two dead sharks lay by my feet. I kicked them out of the way, scowling, and smoking at the same time. In the middle of the room was an elevator, and around it were black, plastic trash bags. I opened the elevator. It had graffiti on the wall, then a panel saying rooms. Where to go? I closed my eyes and then slammed my fist down randomly. When I opened my eyes, I noticed I had chosen "Master Bedroom." It wasn't was I was hoping to push, but better than nothing.

Instantly the elevator shot up, causing me to fall and moan in pain. Finally it came to a quick stop that shot me up on my feet again. I was off balance and fell over onto my back, sucking in a breath of air. It wasn't bad but it sure did hurt. I got back on my feet and got out of the elevator, swaying with nauseous feelings. I felt like I was going to barf, but then I looked around where I was. Very similar to the room that I came in first, I was in a dark hallway. It had a creepy glass case, including some lanterns, a trophy and a skull.

I stepped over the rubbish on the floor, such as tires and more bags. I took a deep breath, puffing out smoke from my mouth, and put my hands on the door. But suddenly I felt a push back, sending me back on my back for the second time today. By now I felt it bleeding, soaking through my shirt. I looked up in pain, trying to get myself to stand up, but this time nothing was going to help me.

In front of me was a man, with green skin and black hair hanging in his lifeless eyes. He had a bottle of beer in his palm and was wearing a baggy t-shirt and black pants. At first he didn't see me, until I fell on my back and let out a stupid cry of pain. Then he saw me, and when his eyes set on me, I could tell who he was. I knew who he was. He was the bassist from that band, Gorillaz, I was obsessed with when I was younger. He was the terrible Murdoc Niccals. At first he just stared at me. Then I saw him make a quick move and a gun was pointed at my chest. He swept me up to my feet and held me uncomfortably close, pointing a gun to my head and holding me tight. I held my breath, dropping my cigarette to the floor.

He smelled like smoke and blood, and he was basically burying my face in his chest he held me so tight. I struggled to get free but it was no use.

"If I were you I wouldn't move if you don't want to get shot," he whispered in my ear, his strong British accent hitting my ear drums.

"Get off of me you-" Before I could say anything else I felt a sudden burst of energy. I back kicked him and he yelled in pain, tossing me out of his grip. I crashed into a wall, but recovered quickly. Then I ran towards him and round house kicked the gun from his hand.

"You little-" He mumbled, not knowing what to do, he just looked at me. He caught my eyes, shining into his, but before I got distracted I roundhouse kicked him in his rib, sending him to the floor. Then, before I did anything else, I ran towards the elevator, closing it as quickly as possible.

I pressed the button about 100 times. It started moving just as quickly as before, and the down force made me trip. I gripped the sides of the zooming elevator. My head hurt like hell. My hair felt like it was being levitated in the air, and there were screams in my head; I couldn't tell if I was screaming in reality.

I suddenly felt a stop, and the ding almost made my eardrums bleed. The door shot open. I bolted out. I bumped into something metal, hard and cold. The bang chilled my spine. Looking down at me was a girl. It was noodle.

"Noodle." My eyes sparkled. "Noodle, right?" I don't know why I had stopped to meet a celebrity while I was trying to escape, and I also didn't even notice the tear that escaped my eyes. The first tear. I felt like a bride, sitting in the snow, alone, he dress around her, and her makeup smudged. Pathetic, I felt. Pathetic was what she must've thought of me.

"Noodle?" Her voice was metallic, un-real, like a ghostly soul, no life inside of. "Affirmative." Her arms came up and Bam. I was wacked over the head. All the pain in one hit, one concussion, and I fell back. As my eyes were closing, I caught a glimpse of Murdoc over me, some reason taking my pulse, and looking at my physical features. Then, the bruise bursting gashes of blood on my head, I could feel it, I closed my eyes.

A/N: Hey! I really hoped you liked chapter two! Third is coming soon. Promise! Review please! Thanksies!