Look Alike by Midnight Sanctity
Disclaimer- Sonic The Hedgehog and Co belong to SEGA and
Gorillaz belongs to Albarn/Hewlett
All the days are forgetting
They've gone out with the tide
Lost at sea somewhere, waiting
Like setting suns at the rodeo
Trying to find someone you'll never know
(Cloud of Unknowing- Gorillaz ft. Bobby Womack)
The world was a violent storm,
The icy grey waves were lashing out brutally at the broken plastic door gliding across ita unwelcoming surface. The ocean grew to sizes beyond belief to force the makeshift boat to its doom in the depths, each strike became more and more desperate but the door stayed at the surface almost blending in with the grey tide if it wasn't for the passenger on board that stood out amongst the storm.
This had been just a part of another storm both literally and figuratively for the passenger of this tiny lifeboat. A storm like this wasn't out-of-ordinary at Plastic Beach at this time of day both inside and outside but for now what happened inside those prison-like plastic walls was the least of the unwilling traveller's problems.
The man on the raft was aged about his early 30's. He was tall and had blue spiky hair that had become entangled as the salty sea hit his frightened figure. To make the man even more peculiar was the fact that some of his teeth were missing and he had black soulless holes where his eyes should have been (thanks to two car accidents now many years ago).
He was lying on his front with his face to one side while digging his small nails into the plastic frame for dear life as the waves tossed him to and fro, each move making him fear more and more for his life than he had ever done before.
"Murdoc…" He silently choked mentioning his so-called friend's name
He was too weak from the previous events of the day to fight the unpredictable will of the dark grey ocean for now and let the waves toss him like a rag doll.
A loud crash of lighting awoke him from his trance and he slowly lifted his head to see nothing but grey pillars rising and falling, each high enough to block out the sky and the endless flashes of lightning that swarmed around the mysterious man. He scrambled to his knees still keeping hold of the door in an attempt to find any sign of the place that was his new home and prison but from what he could see it in the wave intervals the plastic place was just a dot on the horizon moving further and further away from him.
Why did I even think about escaping at this time of day? Why?
Suddenly the door hit a giant wave that flung the terrified man and the door into mid air and he hugged the door as it rolled back into ocean forcing the black-eyed man underwater. He lashed out against the door at a desperate attempt the turn it over but to no avail. His breath was starting to run out and he kicked even harder but still the smaller waves stopped him from getting air, he looked forward to see the under curve of a giant wave approaching, he bowed his head against the door praying in the hope that it would fling him back out of the water.
To his luck he was immediately hurled back into the air landed onto the surface as before. His clothes (made up a dawn of the dead T shirt and black jeans) were definitely ruined by the salt water and his blue hair was in a horrible mess but he couldn't care less unless he was flung back underwater.
Many hours passed by and storm slowly cleared as the orange sun rose out of the waves shooing the darkness away casting an orange light over the ocean as the waters turned from grey to a dark blue.
For this period of time the black-eyed man was so exhausted from riding the storms of Point Nemo that he was forced into trusting the sea enough to let the light waves rock him to sleep.
As the morning came a sudden movement from below shook the man from his sleep. He scrambled from the sides of the door which he had taken the liberty to sprawl himself out upon to sit cross-legged in the middle and looked around for a sign of rescue but there was nothing.
"HELLO!" He called out to the empty seas
" IS ANYONE THERE" He called out again, eerily reminding him of one of the many horror films he enjoyed watching where this woman on her own was attacked by Zombies. Normally the man would have laughed off this thought but in an emergency like this it brought more fear.
"MURDOC! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY!" He screamed out. He then splashed the surface of the water in a pathetic attempt to attract a submarine.
Nothing, not even a seagull.
He then tried to drown out his misery of no hope by taking this time of peace to look over the sides into the ocean and saw nothing, which was strange as in his underwater prison on Plastic Beach there were swarms of ugly-looking fish. He looked closer into the water and saw a strange figure swimming around in the water, big enough to be a whale.
The man shot back from the edge and huddled tightly hopping that it was just his imagination or if it were really a whale then it would leave him alone. Fear gripped him some more as he saw the water around him ripple rapidly.
Oh god, oh god, oh god, make it stop!
He then began to think that it was maybe it was Murdoc coming to get him.
Oh God! Murdoc's comin' for me! He's gonna beat me up ro'en! He's gonna….
2D started to imagine that any minute now the shark-like Stylo submarine would emerge from the depths and he would have to face the snarling demon bassist and his filthy android. Suddenly the thought of a passing whale was turning into more of a positive thing]
The ripples grew into small waves; terrifying the man even more suddenly a long metal pillar rose out of the water and slammed itself against the door.
It split the strong plastic door in half and the man instantly sank into the salty water. He struggled underwater back into the air but to his horror he felt a metal clamp pin itself to his legs and it began to drag him into the depths of the ocean. He yelped in horror and waved his arms and legs about to get away but he couldn't get free.
Still struggling he managed to take a look at the creature that was pulling him down. To his fortune it wasn't a whale or the Stylo submarine contain Murdoc and his horrid android but instead it was some sort of machine that looked like a silver octopus with windows for eyes and hooks for tentacles. He was now pulled down enough to actually see through the windows of the metal octopus, he stopped struggling and stared at the stranger inside grinning away and tapping at the many flashing buttons. The stranger was bald with a strawberry blondish moustache that stuck out from his face like the propellers of an aeroplane. While the black-eyed man was tall and skinny this stranger was quite short and very fat with clothes, goggles that were out of this world, to freak out his prey even more was the fact that the stranger's eyes were identical to his own, black but there were no dents like the man had on his face. The stranger looked up at him, grinned a toothy grin and slammed a white-gloved fist onto a blue button.
Huh? What the…
The black-eyed man felt something mechanical move behind him and then he turned to see a metal tentacle cutting through the water, sharp as a knife speeding towards him.
The man screamed.