2D leaned against the wall of the lift, his face paler than usual. ''Why the hell are they in here?!'' he squeeked. He could hear the zombies screaming and clawing; their voices carried. The lift came to a rickety stop, and the singer stepped into the hallway. Plaster lay on the floor from the crumbling walls, and a tiny demon scurried away from him. It seemed Kong was the usual, but the feeling of unease washed through him.
The singer stared at the blood stains on the wall and the bloody handprints on the doors, wondering how they came to be. It scared him how Kong was so quiet. He was lost in his own fear that he almost didn't hear the wails. Almost. The door opened, letting light enter the dimly lit hallway. A hunched, stumbling shadow blocked it; a low moan escaped the shadow, and 2D's eyes widened.
The zombie lunged at him, and he screamed. The video for Clint Eastwood flashed through his head, and he realized that irony was a b*tch. The zombie sunk what few teeth it had into his neck, causing him to scream. 2D punched the creature in the chest, trying to pry it off of him. His fist connected with the side of its head, and it flew off. The singer grabbed his neck, feeling the wet, sticky-ness that was his blood.
He could feel the zobie's poisen seeping into his blood stream. His eyes fluttered, and his heart beat slowed. As he lay, dying, 2D sang.
''This is what I brought you
This you can keep
This is what I brought you may forget me
I promise to depart
Just promise one thing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
This is what I brought you
This you can keep
This is what I brought you may forget me
I promise you my heart
Just promise to sing
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
This is what I thought
I thought you'd need me
This is what I thought so think me naive
I promised you a heart
You promised to keep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep
Kiss my eyes and lay me to...
Sleep...''
His eyes closed, and he took one last shuddering breath. The echoe of his voice trailed through Kong, and from Murdoc's Winnebago, Cortez crowed, aware that a life had been taken in the dark halls of Kong studios.
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Sakura Drops
Utada Hikaru
Falling in love, saying goodbye
With a vow that this is the last heartbreak
Even the cherry tree, swaying in the wind
Will eventually blossom