Once Upon a Living Nightmare

The Princess and the Fraud

  "How dare they! They must suffer for this! They must lay broken before us Stuart! They must pay for this! I will no longer be held at bay! Let me OUT! I am coming for all of them! Do you hear me Stuart! ALL OF THEM! How dare they hurt her so! Everyone of them will die by my hand! If you will not do what needs done to save her then step aside. You think you are week, you think you can't do it! I know you are afraid, but I'm not. Step aside Stuart, and let me free." -Primal, the Eye of Madness

  2D had been locked in his room for 2 days now. No one had heard a word from him. No one had seen him. He hadn't come out to eat, or drink. He hadn't come out to practice, or see anyone. He hadn't come out to see Noodle. He was lost in his room, and no one could bring him out. The only sound that came, was crying at night, accompanied by screaming. It was like when he had nightmares about the whale, and when he was trapped on Plastic Beach alone in his basement room. It was like he never got to see Noodle again, all wrapped in one. No one could understand why.

  Noodle sat outside of his room for 2 days. She left only to get food, which she brought back with her. Always two plates, always two drinks, always a one way conversation. She tried so hard to calm the man that she loved. She tried singing to him, to get him to sing to her. But never a word. She tried playing music on one of his keyboards, purposefully messing up in hopes that he would come out and correct her playing. But on she went, uncorrected. She would talk, about anything, everything, but she would go unanswered. And at night she would claw at his door, trying so hard to get through it, to hold him and stop the screams. But she didn't have the strength to just break the old oak door down. All she could do while he wept and wailed, was sing.

  But on the night of the second day Murdoc approached her in a dark outfit. A black turtle neck, and black pants. He threw a set of clothes at her, and a black ski mask. The only words he uttered to her, before he turned to walk away, was "Are ye comin'? We 'ave work to do."

  Noodle got up and followed Murdoc downstairs and into the kitchen. Two duffel bags lay on the table with various items for night work. Crowbars, rope, a pair of bolt cutters and some various other odds and ends that might be useful to a prowler. Next to the bags lay a small folder; not an official manila folder like the law firm sent, no it was like one from a dollar store which a high schooler might use for class. 

  The folder contained photos of Paula and Stewie doing various things in the city. Most noticeable among them being Paula giving the boy small packages. He kept a hood up but you could tell it was him by the way he stood and kept looking around nervously. A few other photos shown them getting high together on various drugs. But the important detail that Noodle just couldn't stop looking at, was that a lot of these pictures were all at the same hotel; in front of the same room. Neither had spoken a word since they came downstairs, but Noodle finally understood what Murdoc wanted them to do. And with that, she slipped into the pantry and changed.

   Murdoc had rented a car for this endeavor figuring that the Stylo would be too well known. It didn't take long to get to the hotel. It was an open front hotel, two stories tall but long. They parked halfway down from the room. Wanting to make sure they were here, the duo waited. Sure enough after exactly 33 min and 14 sec, because of course Noodle would keep track of such things, they emerged from the room to light a pipe. Quietly Noodle moved into position, stalking her prey.

  Taking only the crowbar as the other items would not be of use. Noodle quickly climbed the stairs a ways down and climbed onto the roof. Moving quietly towards the room she poised above them both, waiting for the right moment. As they turned to go back in, dropped silently behind them and slid through the door as they haphazardly shut it behind them. As Noodle slipped through she placed her foot into the small of Paula's back and booted the bitch across the room.

  Stewie was in shock and stood rooted where he stood. When the door opened again he bolted for it. But the new figure in black slapped him down, knocking his hood off as he fell to the floor. Both Noodle and Murdoc stood staring at the boy, transfixed by the bright blonde hair that now shown in the light. As Murdoc took pictures on his phone he asked the boy questions and found out that Paula had been paying him in both drugs and money to pose as 'Steward Pot'. Since they knew the band would be in California, Paula had petitioned the court during their time away. No show meant no case, no case meant no evidence required. All of this Murdoc had recorded and made the boy write out. Paula didn't make any moves during all of this, just sat on the bed shaking and whimpering. As they went to leave Noodle stopped and told both Murdoc and the boy to go on ahead. She had some things to do and would join them.

  Only one scream had been heard from Paula from the outside. This scream was the one right before the crowbar struck her jaw, shattering it into tiny fragments which would never heal the same way. This kind of fracture also kept Paula from being able to move much as it put her in a daze. Sure, she wouldn't feel as much of it now, but come tomorrow Paula would feel it all. Knowing this, Noodle went on with a smile on her face as she crushed other bones, being very careful not to damage any of the important organs, so the ribs were left alone. She also left the femur alone, didn't want Paula to bleed to death after all. Her hands, forearms, feet, and lower legs however, would take a nice long and grueling time to heal. Satisfied with her work, Noodle turned and left the badly broken Paula Cracker laying on the floor for room service to find tomorrow.

A/N: We all know she had it coming. Show of hands, who wanted her beaten with a crowbar? Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading it, I certainly enjoyed typing it. Feels good to be back on it. Though I have to admit, I am still trying to get back into the swing of things with this story. But I'm sure I will get there. As always, happy reading.