Disclaimer: Idon't own IZ.
This is my first IZ fic, it's gonna be awesome! And remember, it's in Dib's point of veiw, so don't be confused. Oh and the only reason I took so long to post i twas cause I had to go to summer school and get my grade 9 english credit so I can take art next year, it's a long and confusing story so I'm going going t otell it to you know cause I know you want to start reading my fic.
It happened just last week, but it feels like a month has passed since the horror had happened. I close my eyes as I try to remember how exactly it happened, even though I wish it would go away.
I was walking home from Skool, and there was a little green alien on the sidewalk. He was injured. There was blood all over him, and all over the sidewalk. His cloths were torn and dirty. His curled antennas were trembling, and his crimson eyes were shut tight. There was a familiarity about him, but I couldn't remember what.
I stopped beside him and he managed to choke out two words
"Help me."
That was all he managed to say before collapsing into unconsciousness. I picked up the poor little alien, after hearing the multiple heavy footfalls moving quickly towards me. I ran as fast as I could to my house.
I placed the alien on the new sofa while I threw some clean sheets on my bed.
"Damn, now I'll have stains on my new couch," I thought disappointedly, but those stains would never be as permanent as the stains on my hands and heart, why the hell was I so stupid?
I carried the alien to my bed, placing his head gently on the white pillow.
"How odd… He looks almost peaceful."
I went to get water to clean his wounds, but a faint spark lit in my memory, something told me that water was bad for the alien. I decided to wait for him to wake up so I could ask him.
I sat on the floor; in the nest on blankets I had thrown on the ground and thought about him.
"I know him from somewhere, I just can't remember. Damn amnesia!" The last thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. I can't remember why, I was just there. They told me I was found lying on the roof of an apartment. But there was something so familiar about the way the alien looked, something tinged in my heart, the thought of lost love, of betrayal, and of death.
I finally nodded into a dreamless slumber.
When I woke up, I went to my room. I saw the alien sitting on my bed, he was hugging his knees and looking at his feet when I came in, then he slowly turned his heard towards me.
"So stink-beast, you're awake."
"Stink-beast, that's familiar too," I then asked him, "who are you alien."
"Do you not remember you disgusting human-filth? No I guess your inferior human brain causes you to forget things. I am Zim."
"Zim! I've heard that before. Everything this alien is saying is somehow recognizable! Maybe he'll help me get my memory back!" I had thought naively then, but now I know better.
"I'm Dib." I sounded so stupid.
"I know you stupid pig-beast! Unlike your stupid human-stink race, Irkens have a large memory, and we don't forget thing as easily as you." Zim stood up, and he walked towards the door.
"Wait, where are you going, you're hurt!" I desperately shouted, not wanting to lose my only connection to my memory, my only hope, the answer to this odd feeling in my heart.
"I don't need your help, you'll just get me dirty with your stupid filth!" to my dismay, he kept walking. I had only one choice left.
"Computer, lock all the doors and windows, and never ever, no matter what, let this alien out of the house without my permission." I commanded.
"Yes sir!" the computer replied harshly. After my accident, I found I had lots of money and invested in a smart computer, one with voice commands. I was much easier than typing everything up. My father had told me that I was a real scientist, and had nothing to do with paranormal crap. So after rehab, I found a job in the scientific field and got a contract that allowed me to work at home.
Thick metal sheets fell suddenly, covering every opening in the house to the outside.
"So, Zim, how about staying here for a while?" I rhetorically asked.
"I have no choice stink-beast," the little alien replied
"If, you want," I baited, "I can go and buy you something to clean your wounds, so they don't get infected,"
"As if I need your help, human!" he spat. "But," Zim thought, "I could use this to my advantage."
"Hey, human, I've changed my mind. I've heard that a rare plant called Suzumbachi that I've heard grows near your rainforests," he pronounced the word with difficulty, "I can use that to make a medicine," the deceiving little alien said slyly. "That should get rid of him long enough for me to escape and find somewhere to die peacefully."
"Find, I'll go get this plant, only if, when I come back, you'll tell me about myself. I have something called amnesia, but you remind me of something I've forgotten. There's food in the fridge when you get hungry." I walked to the door.
"Computer please let me out," I asked, and the metal sheeting covering the door quickly shot up. I opened the door and started on my way.
I first went to the garage where Tak's ship was still being worked on. I figured that I had finally found out how to make it work.
I turned the ship on, and, to my surprise, it cooperated. I told it to find the closest rainforest on the GPS. It was fairly far, but I was sure, with this ship's speed, I could make it in a couple hours. The ride was quite rough, as I was not quite sure how to fly it yet, but I arrived in one piece. I walked around for a while, and then I found, as cliché as this sounds, it's true, a purple and orange flower. It was situated on a ledge that jutted out of a very tall waterfall. It was when I was deciding how to get the plant, that I was sure was the remedy, when I saw an identical flower beside me. I picked the flower and put it in a special flower-preserving box and headed back to Tak's ship.
When I got back to my house, I saw that the door was open, and when I ran inside, I noticed that Zim was gone.
It was nearly dark when I saw the little alien. He was on the ground, curled up in a fetal position.
"Zim, are you," I hesitated, "are you alive?" I kneeled beside him and turned him over. He had his eyes clenched shut in pain, and he was trembling. Of course, I knew he was alive, but I just wanted him to say something. To prove his existence, to let me know that he was not going to die.
"Go away, stink beast," he managed to say his empty threat with much difficulty. "Leave me to die, they'll just come and get me anyway, this way I'll die quicker and in peace," I could see that he was struggling with his words, but I wasn't quite sure what to do.
After a couple minutes of watching the poor alien writhe in pain on the ground, I remembered the flower.
"Zim, I have the flower, I can heal you, just come back to my house." I told him hastily.
"No, I want to die," he choked.
I really didn't want to, but I had no choice. I grabbed the small alien by the collar of his shirt and dragged him, still struggling and calling me various names like stink-beast, pig-stink, and human-filth, to my secluded home.
I, still regretting all of this, pinned him against my bed, forcefully.
"Tell me how to make the medicine!" I shouted at him, while wincing in my mind, I hated doing this, but I had to.
"No," he tried to yell, but failed miserably.
"TELL ME!" I shouted even louder, and pushed him harder against the bed. Tears filled my eyes and I turned my head away, determined to let him see them.
"Fine, I'll tell you, but when they come looking for me, I won't protect you, earth-stink."
"Ya, ya, whatever," I replied. I then followed Zim's instructions, making a salve for his wounds.
"Here," I commanded, "put this on." I handed him the bottle with the salve on it and left the room, giving him privacy.
"Wow, he grown a lot stronger already, and he's only been here two days. I wonder how much better Irkens really are than humans?" my thoughts took my away into nothingness as I fell asleep on the floor outside my room, leaning on the door.
When I woke up in the morning, my neck and back were stiff and sore. "I'll never sleep sitting against my door again." I grumbled quietly as I went downstairs to make some waffles.
After I had a few waffles made, Zim came downstairs.
"I made you some waffles," I said helpfully, and I pointed to the plate on the table. He sat down and started to eat. I saw that his wounds were much cleaner and looked as if they were somewhat healed. His clothes were also repaired.
"Hey Zim, how are you feeling?" I asked him after he had finished eating his waffles.
"Better, human stink-beast, but I don't see why you would care," the alien retorted.
"I hope you know that the only reason I've kept you alive is for this reason: I want you to tell me about my past," I told him.
Wasn't that an awesome beginning? I thought it was. I have the second chapter typed already, but I'm not going to post it for a couple of days cause I wanna get some more of it typed.
