A/N: Hey, this is actually my first fanfic and first post on this site, I have reading most of my life fanfictions but I haven't the courage to write one until now of course, this will be my project for the vacations, since they last 4 or 5 months and I have long time to murder here. "Warning: for the first chapters it's going to be T-rated, for strong language and adult situations, as the story advances its going to change to M-rated for strong violence and explicit sex scenes".
-Disclaimer: Invader Zim and their characters belong to Nickelodeon and Jhonen Vasquez, and I gain non profit out of writing this story.
SUMARRY: As the war it's imminent on Middle East, a war rages inside Dib as he struggles to gain the acceptance he long craves; but when society denied his wish, he finds now stepping into his last resort, going to the carnage that's yet to come, Iraq.
Misanthrope
Chapter 1
Morbid Day
The new morning day hit the city, the sun shining brightly across San Jose, illuminating everything in their path, the sky was presented on that day with mixes of auburn and light blues, the birds chirping happily across the air. For most persons, a new born day was the feeling the joys of life, of feeling that another day in their life was just for a good Lord blessed new day.
But for other peoples the day was, the gathering of the putrid destiny of pure agony and suffering, with life comes pain, withdrawals and deformation, judged society with no remorse or feelings for the weak, slaughtering their dreams forever.
Between theses persons, was Dib Membrane.
The now 16 years old teen was sleeping on his bed, when the first rays of annoying light began to pock his face, in a effort to awake him for another hellish day. His eyelashes began to struggle to stay glued to his face; sighing Dib rubbed his eyes and stretched his hand to reach for his old glasses.
When his vision adjusted the change, he leapt off the bed and trudged out of his room, beginning a slow walk for the bathroom. He opened door lazily and closed the door behind him.
Dib began to undress himself and leaving his discarded clothes on the corner. Walking to the mirror, he stared at his own person. When he looked upon himself he didn't recognized the strange reflection looking at him. Pale skin, sunken eyes, bags under them and gaunt cheeks.
When he blinked to ease the confusion he found that the strange creature was looking at him again, it took him some time to figure, that it was him; his face was almost falling apart if it weren't connected by bonds of flesh.
Disturbed by his appearance, bringing his hand to touch his messed mass of meat, he gasped when he touched his face with almost bony fingers, bone touching bone. Dib leaved the glasses on the basing and stepped into the shower.
When the first droplets of water begun to touch his body, he shuddered and gasped of how cold was the water, as the icy water rolled on his pale skin, in an effort to heat the water he turned the red faucet, to his annoyance that didn't do nothing. He sighed, Gaz used all the hot water again, and make a future appointment to scolds his sister, alarmed at such idea; Dib reconsidered his future actions. He really didn't want to mess with his not so little sister.
The last time, Gaz has throwing him in a fiery hot water tube, so it was not a good idea after all.
After leaving the shower and dressing in a plain gray shirt and blue pants, he went downstairs to the kitchen for some breakfast. Upon entering he looked at the table and found Gaz finishing the last of "his" Cookie Crisp cereal, and which he bough with his money. Why bother Dib though.
Bringing himself at the table he grabbed a bowl and stared surprised because the bowl actually was filled to the top of the ceramic object with fresh cereal and fresh milk. Dib smiled at his sister but her face stayed glued to the screen, killing vampires and piggy monsters, all world around her drifting away.
Ignoring the carnage sound effects, Dib grabbed a spoon from the counter and began to eat.
Wondering what will happens this day, apart from the obvious torture of High-Skool.
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Already finishing his cereal he put both Gaz and his own plate on the sink and started washing them, in a silent way to thank Gaz mentally to at least she had try to be more tolerating with him. After washing and drying the bowls, he put them beside the sink, before he could go to his room, he found Gaz staring at him, Gameslave on her hands, watching him with curiosity in her golden eyes and with a raised eyebrow, Dib stared back at her.
An uncomfortable silent began to sink in the room, before Gaz looked away and began playing once again.
Mentally sighing, he was going to his room when that strange flying TV came to the kitchen.
"Good Morning Son and Daughter" Chirped the machine.
"I find that you are giving problems to your mother and you are not eating your vegetables, don't give problems to your mother she is very sick".
Dib and Gaz stared at the machine with anger in their eyes, looking at the screen, the date was displayed at the left corner; it read 1994.
Their mom has died when Dib had just 6 years old and Gaz 4 years old, it was really depressing seeing how careless and uncaring have been their dad, Professor Membrane over the years, they hadn't seen their dad for at least 5 months.
He was always in the laboratory or in "Probing the Membrane of Science", his science program to try and educated society, although this seems impossible because the majority of peoples on this city were not interested or just simply didn't care.
Dib was about to turn off the floating device when a wooden chair came flying and utterly destroyed the TV.
He jerked his head to the table to find his sister with extended arms and fury in her amber eyes.
Gaz looked at him; she looked saddened; lips down, glassy eyes, almost about to break
But she regained her usual self and quickly slipped her façade again. Looking at him again she pointed to the floor, were the broken pieces of the chair and the TV lay on the floor.
"Clean that up or you'll be cleaning your internal instead" She said in a neither sweet nor kind voice. Gaz exited the kitchen with GameSlave on hand.
He sighed again, and to think we were making some progress Dib think somberly.
With the broken pieces already dumped on the garbage, Dib make his way upstairs to prepare for High-Skool.
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Dib had changed a lot in the past years, apart from the almost miserable physic state. He got a lot taller than most of his classmates, so nobody now messes saying his head was big; apart from that, he no longer cared or talked out loud of paranormal stuff, in fact it didn't bring interest in him anymore.
When he killed Zim, stabbing a scalpel between his eyes, and watching his flesh ripped apart and purplish blood flowing freely on his hands and into the floor, and when he dismembered his body using a fireman axe stolen from his Skool. It made him fell alive and truly, that he finally saved humanity from the dangers of Zim and threat to all mankind.
But that happened 3 or 4 years ago.
When he thinks about that, he wondered what has change over the years. Where was the fame? No fanfare, no prices and congratulations. He was just... gone.
Sending those thoughts to the back of his mind, Dib pondered at the matter of hand.
His wardrobe has also changed, he didn't use the same black coat, pants and the blue smiley face anymore.
Instead he focused his dressing on the type of music he liked; Metal Music, or more Death and Black Metal, which were his favorite genres. He grabbed a black sleeveless Death shirt and put that one, some gray underwear, then a woodland camo cargo pants, short white socks and finally his black clad combat boots.
Finally buckling the last of the 5 pieces on his left boot. He went to his drawer to retrieve his leather AC/DC wallet with chain and hooked the chain to the pants right latch. Finally he put the last peace, a chained and spiked black leather wristband.
Indeed he have changed, he no longer carried his scythe-like hair, in fact he have shaved his hair long time ago, making him bald; the only hair on his face was now a dyed red-blood long goatee, almost 7 inches; which were very damn hard to grew, since his facial hair grows very slowly.
Dib grabbed his black school bag, before exiting the room and going downstairs.
Before going out of the house, he looked briefly at his sister who has gotten again in those play-frenzy states over the couch. He gave his sister a last look before he closed the door behind him
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When the door was slammed shot, Gaz paused her game and looked at the door; he was gone, again. Gaz frowned.
Dib really have changed much, as most as she hated to admit it, she misses the old Dib, the psycho-wacko paranormal obsessed brother; at least she could have more entertainment on her life than just playing her trusted GameSlave.
She was glad she destroyed the annoying flying screen. She didn't want to think about the pain the death of her mother brought to her, she was such a good person and caring mother. Before dying she handed her a skull necklace, it was the only thing she owned reminding her of mother. She has hardened when that happened a long time ago.
She still carried her usual set of clothes, just that her boots were now dark purple. And sometimes she wears some old black Converse shoes.
She felt some wet moisture from the corners of her eyes; she wiped out angrily the tears that were treating to fall.
She sighed and picked her GameSlave again. In fact talking about changes, her dad Professor Membrane, has also changed drastically, he no longer cared for his family, she assumed, because of the awful parent he was. She had beginning to hate him a long time ago, when he didn't have more time for her and Dib, even the family holiday which has been an almost familiar tradition. They haven't gone out as a family in nearly 2 or maybe 3 years.
The last time she has seen her father, he was just there for taking a shower and to pick some fresh clothes, the only thing he said was just "Stay on skool son and daughter" before going out again.
She was no longer in mod to play, she saved the game and turn off the device.
Rubbing her irritated eyes, she felt sleepy, and decided to take a nap. Maybe things would light up a little, hopefully her brother would be back soon.
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The walk from the Membrane house to the High-Skool has a length of almost 4 miles; on car you could get there in 15 minutes with clean traffic, on foot it was another story. 4 miles on foot was tedious for most people; Dib wasn't the most people.
He loved walking, why bother wasting effort and money when you could get a free ride using just your own body Dib though eased. The fact that Dib had been walking almost all his life, if you didn't count Tak borrowed space ship.
Apart from being tall and thin, Dib have excellent defined muscles on his legs and joints; some light muscles on the arms and shoulders, but his chest was full of baby fat, without a single thing hard enough to crack a peanut.
Those past years having those past "adventures", or protecting the earth and his people have done many things to his body, apart from muscle here and there; he finally realize that these people around him, didn't care about him, they hadn't know that hundreds of times their life have been in danger, they were to naïve to immerse on such matters, busy with themselves. He had saved them multiple times.
Dib grunted angrily, to think that I have tell myself over and over again that I could give my life freely just for protecting these people, but my intends have gone from bad to worse. His face hardened, everytime I saved them, they just think of me more of being a psycho.
Now, he wasn't going to take shit from anybody. Not anymore Dib though resentful.
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2 or 3 miles later
When the thinking consumed most of his walking time, he finally looked around him, the trees, such beautiful element of Mother Nature, were naked to all to see; it was fall after all.
The auburn snowflakes covering the streets and falling continuously from the trees, leaving alone their dark brown branches, free to wander lust over the skies and joining their companions to fall to the ground almost waiting their arrival, to mask such ugliness, the uncaring world, with their beauty.
The dark and light oranges dancing and falling in his path endlessly, it was an almost surreal view, but not unpleasant. The sky was without a cloud on sight, almost of gray color.
Dib hastened his pace, just in case it could rain.
Now 600 yards or so close to the High-Skool campus, the people around him gave Dib weird looks, it could be the way he looked or even dressed; there was after all a time when an old lady has began to yelling him on the subway, saying he was the son of Satan and was going to kill them all.
Dib chuckled; it was really funny now that I remember that.
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High-Skool Campus, the eye of the beholder, where the real hell was present of all times.
Where lies feed on the judgment of others, where people were quick to judge and so easily to forget.
Taking pain to satisfy their sick appetite, always feasting on the pain-taste sorrow made flesh-sweet. Branding forever those who were twisted and pulling the strings of the tormented once more to squeeze the last drops and then discard them away, leaving just an empty shell, a living skeleton.
But Dib wasn't going to dwell on such eerie implications.
Upon entering, the people's voices swirling in the air disappeared, and everybody look at him, he stared back looking all around him.
Some of them gazing at him with anger or annoyance in their eyes, others looked at him with horror and panic dripping on their eyes, and others just with plain curiosity.
But mostly scared, when he looked at his left, he found people gasped and hide just for gazing at them.
When that weird rumor about him being the Padded Killer, a serial killer who nailed their victims to the city parks entry walls. Supposedly he have killed all those 28 people and now they were next on his murder rampage, in a personal Vendetta to get his own back from Skool.
Dib just shrugged and continued walking
Ignoring all looks, scowls and frowns; he looked upon him and glanced to his right where almost half of people there were gathered in front of a large metal bleacher and some sitting besides the person and the top seat.
Zita, Satan himself or herself on this case. Human at sight, monster at heart
She of all people was the most popular person of all High-Skool, the puppet master behind pulling their strings just to amuse her. And of course the wasp queen of the place.
Of course such a bitchy person need the most bitching clothes, or like most of the popular girls likes to call them, fashion clothes.
A simple shirt of silk blue material hugging her form, black mini-skirt, low Victorian style leather boots, long soft yellow socks, and her spiky pink hair tugged behind her head in a heavenly, like a pink river cascading behind her shoulders.
When her green eyes looked at him, he shuddered, not afraid, just because of all the fury he felt just to looking at her makes him to shake in anger. She of all people, has making his life a living hell
She of all people took mentally notes of his personality flaws, and knows what button to push to snap in such a way, that sometimes he really wanted to hit her so badly.
Alarmed, Dib tugged those thoughts for well…..maybe future time
She turned away, and began again chatting with the people around here. Dib send a last hateful stare, before shaking his head and continued walking.
Upon arriving at his inner sanctum, the back of the campus, when almost nobody entered; the stone square, with paved roads, some trees and fountain that didn't work anymore but they hadn't gotten to repair it on years.
Laid down at a bench and facing the grayish sky with a hood hiding her face was the only friend and love interest he ever got in this hellish place.
Lissa Hendgert
She was extremely beautiful in the eyes of most people, curled short dark brown hair, milky skin, small strawberry lips, an olive women's jacket waist length jacket with a hooded fur, black Megadeth t-shirt, blue torn-up knit pants, some short white socks and a camo Converse low-boots.
Upon sitting besides her, she took off her hood and looked at him, her dark black eyes surrounded by kohl.
"Hey Dib, how ya doing?" She said with a slight smile.
Dib also smiled, it was those times when he felt that at least apart from his sister; Lissa stopped him going insane with loneliness
She then greeted him with a kiss on Dib cheek.
He blushed, hard.
"Well then shall we go out to class?" Her smile widened.
He was about to answer her, before a strong metallic sound was heard all around the campus.
The entry bell. He sighed once again, but managed to tug a smile on his face.
"Sure thing". Dib offered his hand, and she took it without hesitation.
They walked hand in hand in a friendly way, before disappearing and mixing with the large crowd.
It was after all, another morbid day
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A/N: Well how was it??. Mind you that this is my first work, and because my natural language its Spanish and not English(Live on Venezuela), perhaps my English skills are a little poor, and of course my writing form for now its very plain, I don't have rich language words to describe and to tell smoothly an even. This is my first chapter, I have very good plans for this fic, because its gonna be very long, perhaps 100,000 words.
Well then hope you have enjoyed for now, the next chapter will be here next week. If you have some advice, flames, corrections, anything.
"Just review".
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