This chapter will be in Anna's point of view. I encourage you all to read and tell me what I must improve on.
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Chapter 2: My Name Is Anna Blue
My name is Anna Blue. A few years ago, I was a well-mannered girl who had no idea where her life was going.
I had seen an ad on T.V. that said something about a Talent Show, and I wanted to show Essex that despite my appearance and the first impressions that I tend to give people, I had some actual talent in myself. It turned out that I was a big hit, and I had won the show in an odd fashion. It seems that my song had probably brought such a strange feeling to the crowd, and that my singing was probably so loud that nobody heard the several mistakes that I had made in my performance. Either that, or the green-skinned pervert that had been watching me from the judging table just didn't care and made sure I won so that he could kidnap me.
Yeah, that was probably it.
After telling him off, I had given away my first kiss to a blue haired stranger with fractured eyes, and mentally battled my conscience for doing such a stupid thing. Soon afterwards making my aquaitance with the whole group known as the Gorillaz, I ended up in a relationship with a man not much older than myself. Though, after our break-up that occurred not much later, I developed a close relationship with the green skinned man, Murdoc, who was the bassist of the Gorillaz. After a fun night with my new friends, the man I had recently broke-up with had broke into my home and attacked me.
That was the night my innocence was taken away from me.
I screamed and screamed but nobody heard me. Eventually, the man, Allister, had gotten tired of all the noise I was making and he covered my mouth. I bit on his hand, but it didn't do anything but boost his "enthusiasm". Though much to my surprise, my new friends had eventually come to my rescue, with the police close at hand. Even though I was in immense pain, I was incredibly happy that they actually cared about me so much that they would go through the trouble of saving me from a monster like Allister.
It was after that turn of events that I realized that there was probably something very wrong with Allister. I had probably never noticed until after his arrest that he probably wasn't all there in the mind. Then, it was about the same time that I had realized that there was something very wrong with me, myself. I had this...desirefor Murdoc, and it was so strong that it was almost overwhelming. It had only been about half a year or so since my attack and yet I wanted so badly to have him fill me with sinful pleasure. Is that normal? It was as if I wasn't even human. The pain I had gone through that terrifying night had seemed to have almost completely slip my mind, and all I wanted was him. So, I got my wish. And what is worse, is that I enjoyed it immensely.
I had a good, steady relationship with Murdoc, and a wonderful friendship with Noodle, the guitarist, Russel, the drummer, and 2-D, the keyboardist. And Everything went pretty well until the day the Gorillaz filmed the music video for their song El Manana. I was sent to go look for some book that Murdoc left at the top of the flying island. The problem is, it wasn't there. When I got to the top, the shoot had already started and I was unable to get out of the lighthouse. There were helicopters shooting at Noodle, don't worry, that's what they were supposed to do. But get this: they weren't the guys Murdoc had hired for the shoot. This is something I found out later in an interview that had been broadcasted all over Essex. Murdoc knew this, and yet he let Noodle die. The choppers sent the island crashing down into the gargantuan chasm that was hidden behing KONG Studios. Noodle parachuted off the tip of the island with me holding onto her side. At first, everything was alright, and we were positive that we would make it out alive.
We were wrong.
Some of the strong winds from an explosion down below had sent Noodle flying towards the hot, rocky surface surounding the chasm. Her eye had scraped hard against the rock, leaving a small, dark crimson trail from where her face had come in contact with the wall. The impact had produced a loud shriek of pain from her, and as we were sent spiraling down, I screamed her name. I saw a dark black cloud coming towards us, and held my breath as we fell through it, making sure not to inhale any of the black stuff.
When I hit the ground, I heard a loud snapping noise. My right eye was clouded with my blood as it poured from my head.
Now, this is where some of you may be wrong when it comes to telling the story.
You may have heard that Noodle had "crawled over to me and whispered something to me". Well, that's not true at all. I had looked around for her as best as I could with my injury, but I saw no sign of her. Well, actually, I saw a small bright flash of emerald green blink at me as the cloud slowly dissipated. And that's when Murdoc and the whole crew came down to look for me and Noodle. I screamed and cried for them but they didn't even see me, nevermind hear me. At one point, Murdoc was actually standing right in front of me, but when I called as loud as I could to him, he didn't even look at me. I was so confused, and hurt. Eventually everyone left. 2-D was crying like an infant, Russel looked like he was about to cry, too. And Murdoc...well, Murdoc looked like he was ready to kill a guy or two. I watched them as they left, and did my best to memorize the way they got back to the top again. Soon, it got dark out, but I didn't care. I felt the salty tears pour from my eyes and mix with the now crusty blood that lingered on my face. I called for help one last time, but nobody answered me. I soon felt like I was falling, and my eyes closed slowly, and I soon passed out.
But, obviously, I didn't die, or else I wouldn't be able to explain my side of the story, would I?
I woke up with excrutiating pain in my head, and it took me at least 10 attempts to stand. I looked around for a moment before wobbling my way to the other end of the chasm. It probably took at least 30 minutes for me to make it, especially considering the state I had been in. I copied the way that the crew had gotten to the top, and nearly fell a few times on the way up. Though there was something that I hadn't noticed before until it was right in my face.
Smoke. KONG Studios had been blown up. There were young men, they looked to be in their teens, behing herded into police cars. I knew that something very bad had happened while I was out. But despite my conscience, which was telling me not to do so, I walked over to the policeman and told him that I had fallen down the chasm and hit my head. I figured that if I told a realistic enough lie, it wouldn't be blamed on the Gorillaz. I was immediately taken to the hospital.
My injury wasn't too severe, but I was told that I had a very ugly bump on the back of my head. When I was finally allowed to go back home, a called Damien Dawn, a nice boy from Germany with a plan for fame. When he arrived at my home, he told to grab anything important and follow him to the airport. I grabbed some extra clothes and hair dye and ripped up a picture of Murdoc that I had. Obviously if he couldn't hear my cries than I deserved to forget about him. My plan was to work with Damien so that he could have his wish, and so I could forget about the best and worst moments I ever had in my life. Anna Blue was not going to be the same ever again. The unflawed stuck up princess that I had once been now sickens me as I sit here, waiting to perform.
It's been 4 years since El Manana.
I look at my pale face and lightly touch my eyes as I trace the black eye liner outlining my deep blue eyes. I cut my to more of a boy cut, so that if I ever needed to disguise myself, I could easily be mistaken for a boy. Especially with my nearly completely flat chest and all. I looked at myself one more time and couldn't help but notice how much I resembled a ghoul. I have a career as being a singer of many languages and a worldwide idol. I dance and sing for everyone's entertainment. My fans have started labeling me as some "emo inspiration to us all" and I spat in disgust when I heard this. These people think they know me like the back of their hands, but they dont. "Emo Inspiration"? I'm more of a perfect example of the bubonic plague. I linger in everyone's mind, and I poison everyone with my ghastly appearance. Most people who see me on the street who haven't heard of my music have always looked away or walked on the other side of the sidewalk or take the next lift because they don't want to be stuck in a lift with a freak like me.
I actually almost felt like crying when I heard a knock on the dressing room door.
"Anna! We're gonna be doing something pretty different for tonight's show." called Damien.
I walked over to the door and opened it. He was holding some weird neon green short skirt, a yellow halter top, and some neon colored hair dye.
"What does Werner have in mind?" I asked him. Werner was our manager. Damien smirked, and winked at me.
"Can you do the Dschinghis Khan?" he asked.
I had many neon pink and green and orange streaks in my dark brown hair. The halter top and mini skirt clamped very tightly around my body. I was told to dance and sing the 'Dschinghis Khan'. I was all ready to surprise the fans with this upbeat German tune.
Damien would be singing with me but playing the keyboard instead of dancing. The other dancers refused to go all the way to the front of the stage so they danced in circles in the back of the stage while I was left to dance up front.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen, boys and ghouls, please welcome Anna Blue and Damien Dawn performing...THE DSCHINGHIS KHAN!" said Werner from the sidelines. The crowd cheered, and I was ready to show them a good time.
Here I go...1,2...3!
The music started and I began to dance.
I began waving my hands and pumping my fist into the air as I smiled and chanted.
"Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha! Huuhahuuhahuuhahuuha!
Sie ritten um die
Wette mit dem
Steppenwind,
tausend Mann
Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha!
Und einer ritt voran,
dem folgten alle blind,
Dschinghis Khan
Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha!
Die Hufe ihrer Pferde
durchpeitschten den Sand,
Sie trugen Angst und Schrecken
in jedes Land
Und weder Blitz
noch Donner
hielt sie auf...
Huu! Ha!
Dsching!
Dsching!
Dschinghis Khan!
He Reiter
Ho Leute
He Reiter
Immer weiter
Dsching!
Dsching!
Dschinghis Khan!
Auf Bruder!
Sauft Bruder!
Rauft Bruder!
Immer wieder
Lasst noch Wodka holen,
WaHaHaHa!
Denn wir sind Mongolen,
WaHaHaHa!
Und der Teufel
kriegt uns fruh genug!
Dsching!
Dsching!
Dschinghis Khan!
He Reiter!
Ho Leute!
He Reiter!
Immer weiter
Dsching!
Dsching!
Dschinghis Khan!
He Manner!
Ho Manner!
Tanzt Manner!
So wie immer
Und man hort ihn lachen,
WaHaHaHa!
Immer lauter lachen,
WaHaHaHa!
Und er leert
den Krug in
einem Zug!
Und jedes Weib,
das ihm gefiel,
das nahm er sich in sein Zelt
Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha!
Es hieB, die Frau,
die ihn nicht liebte,
gab es nicht auf der Welt
Huu! Ha! Huu! Ha!
Er zeugte sieben Kinder,
in einer Nacht
Und uber seine Feinde hat er,
nur gelacht
Denn seiner
Kraft konnt keiner
widerstehen
Huu! Ha!
Dsching!
Dsching!
Dschinghis Khan!
He Reiter!
Ho Leute!
He Reiter!
Immer weiter
Dsching!
Dsching!
Dschinghis Khan!
He Manner!
Ho Manner!
Tanzt Manner!
So wie immer
Und man hort ihn Lachen,
WaHaHaHa!
Immer lauter lachen,
WaHaHaHa!
Und er leert den Krug
in einem Zug!
Huu! Ha! Huu!Ha! Huu!Ha!Huu!" I landed in a fierce pose with my fist in the air. I was breathing hard. The people in the crowd were wailing. I stood and bowed and thanked everyone before running back to my room.
I may be successful, I may have a friend, I may have fans, but the friends I once knew and loved have locked themselves inside my crippled heart, and no matter how hard I try to change, to forget, they wont leave. I pray that one day I can be reunited with my friends, and even though my tears of joy will nearly drown them all, I will probably be able to drown with them.
That is a pretty odd figure of speech, but I can live with it.
I turned on the T.V. in my room and laid back in my cozy loveseat. I picked up a glass of water that had been sitting on the coffee table and began to sip from it.
"It's over! It's over! The Wait Is OVER! Gorillaz: Plastic Beach! The New Album Is Here! Order It Now And Get A Free Copy of Plastic Beach: The Experience with your paid purchase!" the advertisement on the television showed a man with green skin and mismatched eyes and a blue haired man with fractured eyes singing about a 'Stylo', whatever that was, and a large african-american man jumping off a dock, and the same blue haired man from before climbing out of a suitcase and a rbotic-like girl that greately resembled the guitarist of Gorillaz, Noodle.
My mouth fell open and I dropped the glass of water and stared at the T.V. screen as the the glass shattered into a million little sharp pieces.
There was a knock at the door.
"Anna! ANNA! Are you alright, girly? I heard a crash." called Damien from outside of my room.
"I'm okay...don't worry about it, Damien. Everything is just fine." I said shakily.
"Are you sure? Because I was sure I-"
"Damien, go away. I'm fine, now back off." I said, a bit more loudly and rudely than I should have.
"O-ok, then. Erm...goodnight, Anna." I heard his footsteps as he slowly walked away.
What was I going to do? Were the Gorillaz still around? Was Noodle still alive? Was this a sign for me to go and try to find them and reunite with my friends? Was there hope for me?
I had to find out where this 'Plastic Beach' was, how I could get there, and if I would need a disguise or not, incase these people were some kind of Gorillaz imposters.
Though I shouldn't get too far ahead of myself, I need to plan this out slowly and carefully.
And I will see if my chance has been given to me.
Hmmmm, definately one of the longest chapters I've ever written in a story, I'll give you that. But, erm, I don't find this chapter to be very good. Anyway, reviews, constructive criticism and flames are much appreciated. Thank you all, and I will see you soon. You will probably recieve a new chapter after I've gotten enough sleep. Thank you all, once again.
-Noodle12