p class=MsoNormalDib ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Past thighted street lamps, under the stars and the darkened sky. He ran untiis lungs were screaming at him, his throat feeling as if he was going tupture. What had he been running from? He surely didn't know. Whatever ias, it was a horrible object bent on killing and conquering. After whaeemed to be an eternity, he stopped, placing his hands on his knees as hent over to catch his breath. His thoughts came in short bursts -
mimicking his own breathing. He couldn't take the running he had just done.
He fell to the ground, shifting his own weight so he could rest against thide of a building on the nearby street. After he gained his breath, he sahat was happening. His life had just passed before his eyes. Unlucky for
Dib, he saw nothing but oddly discolored shapes and a black background. Hae passed out? The only thing he remembered was Zim, his archenemy. Thlive green alien bent on world domination. He remembered being knockenconscious. By what? A piece of machinery? Zim himself? Dib shrugged ill off, just trying to stay conscious and keep breathing as well as hould. He sighed, his throat aching and burning, at the fact that he diot have the faintest clue as to where he was. Moments passed and Diecame even more exhausted as his physical body had already been in thirst place. Yet, his mind kept on wandering away from his situation - thact that he was lost. He leaned his head against the building on thtreet, ignoring the vexed looks from the other organisms walking thtreet at the time. Dib nodded off into a light sleep, his trenchcoat doin bad job at keeping his body warm.
iHe was running . . . running . . . Zim. He couldn't let Zim catch up tim, though he knew it would happen somehow. Sometime in the near future.
He had almost gotten into the laboratory of the alien, but had gotteaught by the computer, which controlled Zim's base. Struggling to geree, he took a very slight glance at Zim. He saw him laughing like razed maniac. Laughing at the fact that the horrible stink-human was reado face his own death for being so nosy. He wouldn't let this happen.
Never. Not EVER! Anger had boiled inside of him, causing him to lash ougainst the robotic arms entangling around him. As the robot quicklumbled him, he took off as fast as his legs would carry him, hearing thngry shouts of the alien behind him. No, he wouldn't get caught today. Hirain let the fact that Zim would not let him get away this easily bubblnto his mind's frame. Just as he suspected, Zim had begun chasing him,
using his robotic spider legs from his pack attached to the back of him.
The alien was gaining on him, and he was losing his breath every second hook one! Quickly, he veered into a narrow alleyway, trying to out maneuveis enemy, believing that because the odd-looking boosters took time tperate, he wouldn't have too much time to think about where he was going.
He cursed himself inwardly as he realized the other side of the alleywaad been fenced off.
"It's time to meet your horrible, stinking fate, Dib! Come out, come out,
wherever you are!" He heard Zim scream. He also noted that Zim had beeicking up the playground dialogue that the children had been using;
taunting and the like. But, no, he would never face his death, not at thioint in his life. Like a cornered animal, he did what he felt was right.
He simply climbed the fence, accidentally tearing away some of his shirt.
He grunted, running on. Everything from then on just seemed a blur to him.
He ran as fast as he could carry himself. Past the lighted street lamps,
under the stars and the darkened sky. He ran until his lungs wercreaming at him, his throat feeling as if he was going to rupture . .
./i
centerMerry Christmas, people. [ Internet-sarcasm detection. ] This is mirst fanfiction that I have ever been able to really write out and keeith it. I usually get tired with one thing and move onto the next. I think
I have A.D.D. Eh, I doubt I do, but . . . I'll keep at my annoyances. [ I'ambling. ] It's going to get a bit slow from the start, and I keep owelling on DETAIL . . . so . . . that's gonna be a real bitch. I don'now if I'll finish this, but . . . if it's clear that people don't hate mlready, I will!
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mimicking his own breathing. He couldn't take the running he had just done.
He fell to the ground, shifting his own weight so he could rest against thide of a building on the nearby street. After he gained his breath, he sahat was happening. His life had just passed before his eyes. Unlucky for
Dib, he saw nothing but oddly discolored shapes and a black background. Hae passed out? The only thing he remembered was Zim, his archenemy. Thlive green alien bent on world domination. He remembered being knockenconscious. By what? A piece of machinery? Zim himself? Dib shrugged ill off, just trying to stay conscious and keep breathing as well as hould. He sighed, his throat aching and burning, at the fact that he diot have the faintest clue as to where he was. Moments passed and Diecame even more exhausted as his physical body had already been in thirst place. Yet, his mind kept on wandering away from his situation - thact that he was lost. He leaned his head against the building on thtreet, ignoring the vexed looks from the other organisms walking thtreet at the time. Dib nodded off into a light sleep, his trenchcoat doin bad job at keeping his body warm.
iHe was running . . . running . . . Zim. He couldn't let Zim catch up tim, though he knew it would happen somehow. Sometime in the near future.
He had almost gotten into the laboratory of the alien, but had gotteaught by the computer, which controlled Zim's base. Struggling to geree, he took a very slight glance at Zim. He saw him laughing like razed maniac. Laughing at the fact that the horrible stink-human was reado face his own death for being so nosy. He wouldn't let this happen.
Never. Not EVER! Anger had boiled inside of him, causing him to lash ougainst the robotic arms entangling around him. As the robot quicklumbled him, he took off as fast as his legs would carry him, hearing thngry shouts of the alien behind him. No, he wouldn't get caught today. Hirain let the fact that Zim would not let him get away this easily bubblnto his mind's frame. Just as he suspected, Zim had begun chasing him,
using his robotic spider legs from his pack attached to the back of him.
The alien was gaining on him, and he was losing his breath every second hook one! Quickly, he veered into a narrow alleyway, trying to out maneuveis enemy, believing that because the odd-looking boosters took time tperate, he wouldn't have too much time to think about where he was going.
He cursed himself inwardly as he realized the other side of the alleywaad been fenced off.
"It's time to meet your horrible, stinking fate, Dib! Come out, come out,
wherever you are!" He heard Zim scream. He also noted that Zim had beeicking up the playground dialogue that the children had been using;
taunting and the like. But, no, he would never face his death, not at thioint in his life. Like a cornered animal, he did what he felt was right.
He simply climbed the fence, accidentally tearing away some of his shirt.
He grunted, running on. Everything from then on just seemed a blur to him.
He ran as fast as he could carry himself. Past the lighted street lamps,
under the stars and the darkened sky. He ran until his lungs wercreaming at him, his throat feeling as if he was going to rupture . .
./i
centerMerry Christmas, people. [ Internet-sarcasm detection. ] This is mirst fanfiction that I have ever been able to really write out and keeith it. I usually get tired with one thing and move onto the next. I think
I have A.D.D. Eh, I doubt I do, but . . . I'll keep at my annoyances. [ I'ambling. ] It's going to get a bit slow from the start, and I keep owelling on DETAIL . . . so . . . that's gonna be a real bitch. I don'now if I'll finish this, but . . . if it's clear that people don't hate mlready, I will!
bReview!!