Nightshade: Here's SR's newest chaptered fic. She doesn't own IZ, but she
does worship Jhonen Vasquez. She WOULD introduce this fic herself, but I
have her chained up in the basement. If you R/R one of her fics, she'll R/R
one of yours. Now, On to the fic!
8:02
Dib slammed the door as he stormed into his room. Dad was so unfair! Dib was going to try to hack into the security system of Zim's house through one of his stupid lawn gnomes, but he had been stopped by Prof- by his dad.
When he hat tried to go out to sneak into Zim's lab, his dad had stopped him at the door, demanding to know where he was going. Still trembling with barely controlled anger, Dib thought bitterly of what had been said
"Son, where are you going this late?"
"To the alien's-"
"Aliens? Son, there are NO aliens! There is NO intelligent life out there! I've told you a thousand times! I will have no more of this foolishness! You're... You're... grounded! Go to your room, and no computer!"
Dib had hesitated for a second in disbelief, then bolted up the stairs to where he was now.
Why did the world hate him? How could he save mankind if even his own father was against him? Would anyone ever know how hard he had tried?
Hot tears burned in his eyes as it hit him. It wasn't just Dib against Zim anymore. It was Dib against his family. Dib against the kids at skool. Dib against the world. He realized that he was trying to save a race that would never accept him. Why hadn't he seen it before? All of the bullying and teasing he'd received at the hands of the other children. Even those who didn't openly harass him thought he was crazy and talked about him behind his back!
It was all so pointless! Dib glared at the bespectacled face staring back at him in the mirror, knowing he couldn't take it anymore. Nobody cared about him, nobody ever had. Except maybe his mom, and she had died years ago.
Dib's thoughts bitterly returned to his dad. The "Wonderful" Professor Membrane. The Professor who was only vaguely aware of two little short people living in his house and only occasionally acknowledged that he has children.
He though back to all his memories of his dad-- the real ones, not the recordings. Almost all of them were bad. Some were only mildly annoying, like when he made Dib go to the mall with Gaz and Dib got lost in the parking garage where all the scary rat people were. But some were horrifically traumatic, like last Halloween when Dib was at the Crazy House. He clenched his fists at the memory. His dad had MORE than enough influence to sign something to make them let Dib go, but no! "My poor insane son."
In a moment of rage at the thought of his father's words, Dib hurled his fist into the mirror, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces and cutting his hand all over. From the room across the hall he heard Gaz yell at him to keep it down. Ignoring her, Dib stared at his cut up hand, watching the blood flow out of the many tiny cuts. It was then that the idea struck him. He could still beat Zim. He just had to remove the number one obstacle in his way.
Dib ran over to the window, mind racing with adrenaline and half-thoughts. He carefully opened up the window and climbed out and up to the roof. This was actually a task that he'd done several times before, but it was raining outside, which made the going very slick and difficult.
He silently moved across the roof to where he normally slid down, making sure to jump before he landed in the kitchen sink. A splitting pain shout through his knee as he climbed to his feet, but it quickly subsided
Thunder rumbled somewhere off in the distance as he dashed across the yard, trying to ignore the stabbing pains that shot up his leg with each stride. It was in the shed... he'd seen it before... he KNEW there was a chainsaw in the shed...
Dib tugged at the shed doors before realizing that they were locked shut with chains and a padlock. He HAD to get a weapon, and he KNEW there was one in the shed. If he could only open it somehow...
A flash of lightning lit up the yard as it hit a nearby tree. It's light reflected off the blade of an axe lying in the grass next to the shed. Dib grabbed it and started to hack at the lock in a mad attempt to break it. He NEEDED the weapon inside the shed.
It took about five minutes of hacking to no avail before Dib realized that the axe he was using to hack the lock off was a weapon. Cursing himself for being stupid, he ran stealthily back to the house, axe in hand.
Time to remove the biggest obstacle in his way.
8:02
Dib slammed the door as he stormed into his room. Dad was so unfair! Dib was going to try to hack into the security system of Zim's house through one of his stupid lawn gnomes, but he had been stopped by Prof- by his dad.
When he hat tried to go out to sneak into Zim's lab, his dad had stopped him at the door, demanding to know where he was going. Still trembling with barely controlled anger, Dib thought bitterly of what had been said
"Son, where are you going this late?"
"To the alien's-"
"Aliens? Son, there are NO aliens! There is NO intelligent life out there! I've told you a thousand times! I will have no more of this foolishness! You're... You're... grounded! Go to your room, and no computer!"
Dib had hesitated for a second in disbelief, then bolted up the stairs to where he was now.
Why did the world hate him? How could he save mankind if even his own father was against him? Would anyone ever know how hard he had tried?
Hot tears burned in his eyes as it hit him. It wasn't just Dib against Zim anymore. It was Dib against his family. Dib against the kids at skool. Dib against the world. He realized that he was trying to save a race that would never accept him. Why hadn't he seen it before? All of the bullying and teasing he'd received at the hands of the other children. Even those who didn't openly harass him thought he was crazy and talked about him behind his back!
It was all so pointless! Dib glared at the bespectacled face staring back at him in the mirror, knowing he couldn't take it anymore. Nobody cared about him, nobody ever had. Except maybe his mom, and she had died years ago.
Dib's thoughts bitterly returned to his dad. The "Wonderful" Professor Membrane. The Professor who was only vaguely aware of two little short people living in his house and only occasionally acknowledged that he has children.
He though back to all his memories of his dad-- the real ones, not the recordings. Almost all of them were bad. Some were only mildly annoying, like when he made Dib go to the mall with Gaz and Dib got lost in the parking garage where all the scary rat people were. But some were horrifically traumatic, like last Halloween when Dib was at the Crazy House. He clenched his fists at the memory. His dad had MORE than enough influence to sign something to make them let Dib go, but no! "My poor insane son."
In a moment of rage at the thought of his father's words, Dib hurled his fist into the mirror, shattering it into a thousand tiny pieces and cutting his hand all over. From the room across the hall he heard Gaz yell at him to keep it down. Ignoring her, Dib stared at his cut up hand, watching the blood flow out of the many tiny cuts. It was then that the idea struck him. He could still beat Zim. He just had to remove the number one obstacle in his way.
Dib ran over to the window, mind racing with adrenaline and half-thoughts. He carefully opened up the window and climbed out and up to the roof. This was actually a task that he'd done several times before, but it was raining outside, which made the going very slick and difficult.
He silently moved across the roof to where he normally slid down, making sure to jump before he landed in the kitchen sink. A splitting pain shout through his knee as he climbed to his feet, but it quickly subsided
Thunder rumbled somewhere off in the distance as he dashed across the yard, trying to ignore the stabbing pains that shot up his leg with each stride. It was in the shed... he'd seen it before... he KNEW there was a chainsaw in the shed...
Dib tugged at the shed doors before realizing that they were locked shut with chains and a padlock. He HAD to get a weapon, and he KNEW there was one in the shed. If he could only open it somehow...
A flash of lightning lit up the yard as it hit a nearby tree. It's light reflected off the blade of an axe lying in the grass next to the shed. Dib grabbed it and started to hack at the lock in a mad attempt to break it. He NEEDED the weapon inside the shed.
It took about five minutes of hacking to no avail before Dib realized that the axe he was using to hack the lock off was a weapon. Cursing himself for being stupid, he ran stealthily back to the house, axe in hand.
Time to remove the biggest obstacle in his way.