Chapter 1

Dib joins the "Game"

Recess was always an annoyance for a certain boy with black hair. Today, was interesting though. For the past few months, Zim had been acting strange. Strange to the point where Dib would not approach or speak with him. Dib only watched from a distance. Zim was sitting in the grass, silently staring at something. Dib took a few steps closer, Zim's face was expressionless. His eyes looked blank, and looked as though he were seeing something far beyond what anyone else would see. Dib finally gathered up enough courage to storm up to the Irken from behind, "Zim! What's your problem? What are you up to?!" Dib quickly recoiled as Zim whirled around with an inhuman screech. The boy had no chance to run as Irken claws dug into his midsection and knocked him to the ground.

Zim closed in, his face right in Dib's face. Dib gagged, Zim's breath smelled foul, like rotting flesh. "Slave..." Dib turned his head away, struggling underneath Zim. "...Mine..."

Dib gagged again at that revolting scent of Zim's breath. "Z- Zim..." Zim leaned in "...Zim...wants..." Zim trailed off as a deep growl rumbled inside of Zim's midsection. Zim looked down at his stomach, a huge, insane smile reaching up his cheeks, a sort of smile that should not even be physically possible. Zim's sharp teeth glistened as he salivated, staring down at the frightened boy. "Dib... Zim's... prey... Dib... prey... Zim... hungry..." Dib shivered as the Irken flicked out his tongue and was now slowly licking the boy's face. The Irken's tongue caressed his face mockingly as Zim savored his taste. Dib whimpered, then balled his hand into a fist, he then jammed it into Zim's gut, flinging the Irken off of him. Zim screeched, and stood up, stumbling on his feet towards the boy. Dib jumped up and ran, frightened for his life. " PREY!"

Zim staggered after him, excited by the thrill of the hunt, but anger and frustration coursed through Zim's disturbed mind that his meal was getting away. He knew that he was too slow, this got jumbled right up with Zim's other thoughts, So, Zim stopped. Dib had gotten away without injury... This time. Angry that his morsel, Dib had gotten away, Zim turned to the direction of his base. He'd just take his anger out on his little pet... He'd beat Gir, because Dib had gotten away, and he enjoyed Gir's cries of pain. After beatings, he'd slowly lick his own blood off of Gir's tear filled face. He enjoyed the dominance over another, and little Gir had not the strength to fight back.