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Big Girls Don't Cry	By : HellsFunnyHome Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Damien Albarn and Jamie Hewlett are the true owners of the Gorillaz. I don't know, own, or make any money from them. I also don't know any characters from the band Gorillaz. This is a creation of pure fiction, made up from my own mind.

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If there's only one thing that her mind could discern right now, it was this: kid's movies made her sob like a baby.
At least this one did.
Vicky stared at the giant screen of the movie theater, a popcorn kernel hovering in front of her mouth, as the lovable toy characters were waiting to meet their doom at the bottom of a fiery pit. Upon his insistence, Vicky had agreed to bring Vladimir to watch the newest addition to the 'Toy Story' franchise; ironically, she was probably enjoying this more than he was.
"Titi, why are you crying?"
"Hm?" Vicky turned to look at the little voice to her right, before laughing and wiping her eyes. "Titi's being silly, amor."
Giggling when she disheveled his dark black curls, Vladimir turned back to the movie and stuffing his face with popcorn.
Vicky grabbed the neck of her shirt, its' absorption doing a much better job than her hands, when she heard the little boy's voice one again.
"Big girls don't cry, Titi." Vicky smiled, wiping her eyes to remove the salty tears.
Strangely enough, after having heard Vladimir's insightful words and feeling tranquil at their naïve wisdom, Vicky couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Crazy as it was, the room was full of people behind her, obviously one or two had to glance in her general direction and perhaps even stop to stare for a second or two. She, herself, was guilty of the deed. But this felt different to her, so she turned around, expecting to see someone staring intently at her, but she saw no one. It was too dark to really tell but Vicky made sure to strain her eyes, to no avail. Turning away the sensation, chalking it up to her own imagination, Vicky sat properly in her chair to enjoy the rest of the movie.
If she had glanced a little further into the dark theater corner, however, she would have noticed the who man tilted his head to the side, curiously, at the sight of the woman he was analyzing, and the child who always followed her.

"Have you ever had the feeling that someone was following you?"
Vicky's mom turned her overly-dyed light brown hair away from her hand of cards.
"¿Por qué preguntás?"
Vicky shrugged her shoulders. Why she asked her mom, she wasn't entirely sure; it's not like they had a terribly close relationship. Maybe she just wanted advice from a wiser individual?
"Just asking."
Beatriz looked back at the clean stack of cards on the table, flipping the top one over, analyzing it with her deck, then placing it face up on another, messier stack. "Just one time. When I had left the house, I didn't know your father taped a hair to the door, so I left and it snapped.–¿lo necesitás? You need it?" She nodded to the card she had just placed down.
Vicky rejected it before following the same card play as her mother.
"Bueno, I went to your tia Suyapa's house, I took the bus, we had lunch, regresé–I came back–and the whole time I kept thinking, 'ay, éste sabe que me escapé.' 'He knows I left.' Para disimular, I cleaned the house, cooked, to make things look like normal. Then your father came home."
"¿Y qué pasó?" Vicky urged, ever so curious as to what her biological father could have done to her mother given the situation.
"¿Pos qué más? Él sabía y me dio una paleada. What else? He knew, so he beat the shit out of me." Beatriz answered casually, the topic having been something Vicky happened upon nearly 20 years ago.
When she was just a child of 9, Vicky became obsessed with the thought of reuniting with her father; a man she knew only by an old picture he had sent her once and the knowledge that he resided in Ecuador, that was it. And so she persisted, bothering her mother for information until she received the happy news that she would be traveling over 3,000 miles to the tropical metropolis of Guayaquil. Only then did she discover that her dreamed encounter would come at a heavy price. The man she had known little to nothing about was everything a machista should be; possessive, demanding, difficult and judgmental.
A month earlier than she had expected, and her dream trip barely half over, Vicky was gladly on a plane back to the open arms of her mother. Over hot chamomile tea, Beatriz calmly explained the reason she had never spoken of Vicky's father. He was a womanizer and a woman-beater, and she would never regret the moment she framed him for a drug crime he never committed–because it meant she could be free from him once and for all.
"But, how?" Vicky continued to interrogate, grabbing hold of the top of the deck.
"Creo que 'stas quedando sorda. I think you're going deaf. The hair he taped on the door broke and he saw it." Beatriz looked over the newly drawn card, a stoic look in her face hiding the satisfaction of finally pulling out the card she was waiting for. "¡Gané! ¡Lero, lero, candelero! Te toca hacer la cena. I won! Ha-ha! You have to make dinner."
"Ni te creas, don't even think about it." Vicky smirked. "I promised to take the baby to the aquarium."
"¿Ahorita? It's too late, loca."
"It's open 'til 6, and four hours is more than enough, ¿no crees? Don't you think?"
Beatriz shrugged, letting her only daughter make that choice. "Oye, why did you ask me that?"
It took a second for Vicky to make up her mind; she didn't want her mom to know that she constantly felt that no matter where she went, she was being followed.
"I was reading a book…" She lied easily, not an irregular occurrence.
"¿Entonces cuando van al acuario? So when are you leaving for the aquarium?
"As soon as Vlad wakes up."
Vicky's mother kept the conversation going, talking about one thing or another; Vicky wasn't really paying attention at that point, choosing to grasp onto her glass heart necklace instead. Her mind was more preoccupied with other things…
Mainly how every time she became aware of the feeling that eyes were trailing her, the image of the person with the red goggles popped into her head.

It was amazing how quickly Vladimir's short legs could run after something that peeked his interest. Admittedly, the huge white Beluga whale captivated Vicky with it's beauty, too. Her cheeks were hurting with how frequently Vladimir's reactions made her laugh or smile; she wrapped her light sweater around her tighter, the cold air of the aquarium starting to dig into her skin.
"Here fishy, fishy, fish!" Vladimir cried out happily, clapping his hands then pressing them, and his face, against the glass. He stared in awe as the mammal swam further away from him into the beyond of the clear blue water.
"It's pretty isn't it?" Vicky adjusted their bag on her shoulder. Either the boy didn't hear her or he really was too enthralled with the majestic beast, either way he simply responded by tapping against the thick glass.
A shrill happy shriek startled her. "It's coming back!" He laughed. "Look Titi!" He turned to her, ecstatic, and laughed. The high pitch hysterics made Vicky grimace and force a smile. She was happy if he was. Another happy squeal erupted from him as the beluga swam right in front of him again. "He did it twice!" Vladimir jumped up and down, laughing.
The white beluga, treaded right in front of Vicky, stopping itself to look at her. "Um…hello?" Vicky answered, not entirely sure what to do with the animal.
Suddenly the creature opened it's mouth, startling Vicky and making Vladimir cry out once more, in merriment. "He likes you!"
"Alright, alright. C'mon, let's go see something else." Vicky chuckled, internally teasing herself at being surprised by the aquatic animal.
"Where are we going now?" Vladimir grabbed her hand, eagerly anticipating the other animals of the Shedd Aquarium.
As fate would have it, they didn't have to make a decision because, as they passed, a huge alligator was drawn to the little boy. Vladimir stopped, staring intently at the reptile's cold eyes, albeit a bit nervously.
"Amores, you wanna go somewhere else?" Vicky tried to pry him away but her nephew shook his head in a negative response. Vicky sighed, the gator making her edgy, but that's why they were in a giant tank right?
Slowly, Vladimir's face went from stunned to enthralled, his smile growing all the while and making Vicky feel a little less antsy.
"Lookit," Vicky caught her nephew's attention, continuing when he turned his head to her. "There's another one coming." Vicky bent down to the little boy's height, inching her fingers closer to his sides. "He's probably telling him there's food here." She stated, before tickling him. As his laughter casually died down, his eyes still wouldn't leave the lizard's. "Say hi, Vlad." She bid, curious as to his fascination and wondering why he wouldn't say anything. "What is it?"
"A alligator." He replied bluntly, still not turning away, even when the gator emitted a loud sound and caused the water to churn. It seemed a bit agitated.
"Wow, I wonder what it did to make that noise?" Vicky egged, that nervous feeling coming back a bit. But all Vladimir did was bend his little knees to watch the animal more carefully. Finally, it seemed the intrigue with the scaly alligator weakened, making Vicky feel better when she saw him smile and wave his in front of the alligator to try to get him to move.
"Hi," cried out his little 3-year-old voice. Once again Vicky let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. "Bye!" He cried out, following it as the large reptile swam away to some other part of his holding cell.
"Hey, why don't we get something to eat?" Vicky asked, now that the alligator was gone, maybe they could go see clown fish or something. Those cold, unblinking eyes gave her the heebie-jeebies.

They sat against the wall inside of the Shedd's bright rotunda, staring at the various, pleasantly swimming, marine animals; the blue lights giving off a nice aura to the room, which Vicky particularly liked. They were waiting for the last dive show of the day, a spectacular way of ending their pelagic trip. Though, through quiet observation, Vicky doubted Vladimir was going to enjoy the show; the poor thing was falling asleep!
Vicky smiled longingly, softly caressing the boy's soft black curls, lulling him further into a deep slumber.
"-found in the earth's waters." A sweetly feminine voice started speaking overhead, announcing the beginning of the Deep Reef show. "They offer us a glimpse of how they live, how they move and how they eat. So let's meet some of these animals!" She exclaimed enthusiastically, walking closer to where Vicky and Vladimir were sitting. "But first, everyone, let's wave to our diver Sarah! How are you today Sarah?"
"Hey! Hello everyone!" Came the breathy reply of the woman inside of the synthetic rubber suit.
"How's the water today?"
"Y'know the water's great. It's really comfortable for me…"
The small talk continued between the two exhibit hosts, the diver being the most entertaining of the duo. Her snarky remarks caused the majority of the people to giggle, at one point creating a full-out roar of laughter and applause.
The little boy in her arms began moving at the sudden commotion, and Vicky looked down to see just how awake the child was. He seemed to be bothered by the noise and insistent on sleeping, so Vicky readjusted him in hopes that he would return to his peaceful slumber while she finished watching the show.
"…Nickle went swimming along Florida's gulf coast. Suddenly, and unfortunately, she was struck by the propeller of a motorboat. And the injury was severe." Red lights came on to focus on the beautiful green sea turtle as scenes of the news coverage were shown on silent television screens above the tank. "In fact, you can still see the mark left by the propeller above the back of her shell near her tail. The result of her injuries is that her backside always floats up. Now, luckily of course, she was rescued and nurtured back to health. However, she will not be able to return to the wild, but she found a home here at Shedd aquarium."
The blonde host and her diving parter continued on speaking about this fish or that, most of which Vicky could only make out for a second before they swam away to another part of the tank.
One specifically caught her attention; a bright turquoise parrot fish with a dazzling blue top fin. Its' funny expression, as if it were smiling or laughing gleefully, held onto Vicky's gaze even when it swam to the opposite side of the tank, where Vicky could she wasn't the only mesmerized by the critter.
At that moment, her face paled.
As if nothing in the world was amiss, the man with the red goggles stood across from where Vicky had been sitting, clapping with gusto at the aquatic show.
This couldn't be considered a coincidence, or paranoia, anymore.
Swiftly as she could move, Vicky grabbed her heavy duffel bag, careful not to wake the sleeping child in her arms. But curiosity got the better of her and, before she realized, Vicky had made her way through the crowd to the same place she had seen him. Only, instead of finding her pursuer–her stalker more like it–all she found was a little boy sitting atop his father's broad shoulders…wearing underwater goggles…red.
Vicky took a deep comforting breath, readjusting her bag on her shoulder and hiking Vladimir up into a more stable grasp. Obviously, she was going to start seeing someone soon; even if it wasn't him, something was wrong, and it must've been with her.
In any case, it was time to go and so Vicky turned around, prepared to walk out of the old beaux arts architectural building, but instead froze. There he was again, not a mirage, not a water-distorted image, in plain sight, there he was not twenty feet away. A huge looming anthropomorphic figure–that thing couldn't possibly be human–wearing a tattered black cloak and the red goggles that terrorized Vicky's mind.
Before she had time to register her reaction, the thing turned itself around, lifting his cape, went behind a pillar, and…disappeared.
Vicky stood there, shocked, scared and unwittingly moving with the crowd of people who were leaving the aquarium. She gripped onto Vladimir; it was all that she could do.
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