The Mutant Zim Gene
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Gaz Membrane should have known better than to even start to think that she would-just for once have a night where she could just sit down and play her game, slay a few vampire piggies and maybe enjoy some pizza. Obviously her idiotic brother was going to ruin it during his never ending war against that moronic alien, Zim.
Why did he even bother? Half the time Zim's plans failed because they were just plain stupid. The other half they were foiled by some outside cause or his retarded robot.
But of course Dib never asked these questions, instead he went on about how he had to be the one to save the damn world.
...Really now Dib, talk about ego?
But back to the story at hand. Gaz was sitting in the living room of the Membrane household when suddenly the door burst open and Dib practically skipped inside, holding a camera in one hand.
"I finally did it Gaz!" Dib said as he held the camera over his head. "I got pictures of not only Zim, but I also got a picture of Tak out of her disguise! I took like a million of Zim's base, his robot even posed for me!" He showed her a photo of himself and GIR-Zim's little robot sidekick giving the camera a thumbs up and grinning like the idiots they were.
"...so?" Gaz turned off her Game Slave.
"This is the evidence I need Gaz!" Dib said. "I can reveal Zim for the monster he is! And this time he doesn't have his precious little...shrinky...drone thing inside me to control my arms!"
Gaz raised one eye brow as her brother's choice of words. "Uh...Dib?"
"Yeah Gaz?"
"You left the door open." She pointed.
"Oh, well then-" Db turned just as something leaped through with a war cry.
It landed, all 5'8 inches of it. With a slender build, and clad in a pair of black boots, matching black pants, and a red tunic with a pink triangular collar and matching pink shoulder pauldrons, the intruder was an odd sight. He had black elvis style hair and big blue eyes. His pink zipper shaped teeth were bared in a snarl.
A second figure shot n through the door, did a flip in mid air and landed next to him, striking a pose. The little robot had red eyes and a red square on his chest, and a single antenna on his head. He struck a finale, majestic posed, with a single grunt. "Hah!"
And the third figure merely floated in with a 'squeak!'
The small, moose like toy floated over the head of Dib Membrane's greatest nemesis: Irken Invader Zim.
"You!" Zim jabbed a finger at Dib.
"Uh...me!" Dib shouted defiantly, fists clenched.
"Him!" Zim said, looking at his SIR unit GIR while pointing at Dib.
"Them!" GIR suddenly squealed, clapping his hands.
"Squeak?" Minimoose looked at Zim.
"Not her!" Zim pointed at Gaz. "HIM!" He pointed at Dib...who was gone. "Huh?"
"He went downstairs," Gaz sighed, turning her Game Slave back on. "Can you just go screw up so I can get on with my life?"
"GIR! Minimoose! Activate your drilling beams and dig into the Stink Beast's lab!" Zim ordered.
"Yes my lord!" GIR snapped a salute, now in Duty Mode and formed his hands into giant drills which began to glow. Minimoose squeaked, and then fired beams from his eyes into the floor next to where GIR was digging.
Gaz looked up as the two robots dug a hole right down through the floor and into her dad's lab. Zim leaped down with a war cry.
"...the lasers came out of its eyes." Gaz commented. "Cool."
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"Aw man! Aw man! Aw man!" Dib whimpered as he scavenged through one of his dad's shelves. "Yes!"
He pulled a metallic case off of the shelf. "Yes! Dad didn't burn it!"
He opened the case, revealing his arsenal of paranormal weapons and objects. He pulled out a plasma rifle that the boys in the Swollen Eye Balls had made with some stuff Dib stole-though he still couldn't persuade them Zim was an alien.
"Heh-heh-heh...you're moose drilling days are over Zim!" The big headed maniac declared. "Alright, now I'll need a back up plan."
He picked up a book. "The Book of Legionem?"
He began to utter the latin incantation. As he did so, a large demonic beats slowly began to manifest behind him. Standing at over ten feet in height, with large claws and drooling fangs, it leaned over him, slowly opening its mouth as t began to become solid...
"Hey! My copy of Alien Hunter's Digest! Man I was looking everywhere for this!" Dib tossed the book aside and picked up the article. "Man, dad's been stealing my articles for three months? All of the UFO sightings I missed out on."
BOOM!
The door was blown off its hinges.
"Here's ZIMMY!" Zimmy shouted, an insane grin on his face.
"Where'd you get that line from?" Dib faced his enemy.
"I saw it on this movie where a human killed other humans!" Zim said. "He'd hack open a door and peek in with an insane grin! Pretty creepy, huh?"
"And this is why I should have come in first," A figure strolled by Zim, slowly manifesting into view. It was a purple eyed Irken, female and with a device attached to her head. She was rather attractive for an Irken, and was currently holding a laser pistol in one hand.
"But I make such good intimidation tactics!" Zim boasted.
Tak rolled her eyes. "Alright human, give me the photographs and we can be on our way. The less time I have to spend with this moron the better."
"You'll never get the photos!" Dib raised his rifle. "Say hello to my little friend!"
"Your movie references suck!" Gaz shouted from upstairs.
DOW-DOW-DOW-DOW! The plasma rifle began to fire off blue spheres of energy that forced the two invaders to dodge. Tak ducked behind a counter where several chemicals were spilled. Hissing as some water dripped down onto her head, she stood up and fired three times over the counter top.
TSEW-TSEW-TSEW!
The three energy beams missed. One hit the counter behind Dib, scattering fragments of machinery. The second one hit the floor next to Dib. And the last one hit the wall next to his big head.
"If only your head was just a bit bigger!" Tak cursed, crouching again.
"MY!" DOW! "HEAD!" DOW! "IS!" DOW! "NOT!" DOW! "BIG!" DOW-DOW-DOW-DOW-DOW!
"It's so big I could conquer it as a planet!" Zim shouted as he leaped up and attached himself to the ceiling with his PAK legs. "GIR! Attack!"
GIR shot into the lab, red eyes narrowed and his fists aimed at Dib as he shot across the lab.
"Meep." Dib squeaked as the robot began to close in.
Fifty feet.
GIR accelerated.
Thirty Feet.
Tak looked at her watch, wondering what the hell was taking so long for the robot to fly so fast across the room.
Twenty Feet.
Dib shook, and then wiped his forehead. "Man, I need a drink."
VHOOM!
GIR shot right past Dib...and was hugging a toy piggy of Gaz's that had been left in the lab. He cried as he hugged the blackened piggy. "Why piggy? I loveded you pig! I loveded you!"
Zim smacked himself in the face.
"MIMI! Engage and destroy!" Tak commanded.
A black cat with red eyes shot out of the shadows and landed in front of Dib. It stood up, slowly turning into a SIR unit-heavily modified at that and scary looking to boot. It turned its left hand into a chainsaw and revved it up.
"Double meep!" Dib leaped back to avoid being cut in half. "GAZ! HELP!"
"Be quiet!" His sister shouted in response.
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Upstairs, Professor Charles Membrane hummed as he poured himself some coffee.
BOOM! The house shook, and drops of coffee hit his nice clean counter top.
"DIB! You aren't raising the dead again are you?" Membrane shouted.
"No dad! I'm being attacked by aliens!" Dib replied before another explosion. "OW! That hurt!"
"Face it like a man Dib-Stink!" Zim shouted.
"Aw, carry on then." Membrane hummed as he went back to his coffee.
Suddenly a drone flew over and revealed the face of Simmons. "Professor, we have an outbreak at the genetic development lab! We need you to-AH NO! NO! STAY AWAY! I HATE WEENIES!" The man screamed as he was crushed under a wave of D'licious Weenies. "AH! SO AWFUL! THIS IS WHY I'M VEGAN!"
Membrane leaped to his feet. "The call of Real Science beckons me!" He leaped up, doing a flip in mid air, smashed through a wall, land landed in his car in the drive way, ripping the top open. "Gaz! I'll be back in an hour! Dinner is in the oven!"
"Okay dad!" Gaz said, not even listening.
"And tell your brother to stay away from the Dimensional Scope!" He backed out onto the street. "It's energy cells haven't been replaced! If it goes critical, everybody in the lab will be DOOMED!" He laughed maniacally, and then regained himself. "So uh...tell him to be careful!"
"Okay dad!" Gaz repeated, still not listening.
"Perfect!" Membrane nodded. "IF only Dib listened as much as you daughter!" He then shot off down the street.
Gaz grumbled. "Yeah whatever." She beat the next level. "Yes! Final level! Almost got it!"
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Dib cackled as he rampaged through the lab in a giant suit of Mech Armour similar to the one his father would have given him had Zim not corrected his Time Displacement Plan to kill Dib with piggies. "Today is the day humanity strikes at the Irken Empire!"
"More like the day Zim places a flag on top of that grotesquely gigantic planet sized head...WHICH IS BIG!" Zim roared, scrambling over rubble as more pieces of the lab's ceiling fell. He landed next to the Dimensional Scope-which served only to remind him of the hideous Halloweenies. He fired his PAK legs' built in lasers at the robot, but the armour on it was polarized by the insanely powerful generator built into the back along with the one it was attached to by a large cable attached to its back-right below the generator hanging there. The energy dissipated over the charged metallic armour.
"Uh...Tak?" Zim looked around. "Hello? Help?"
"Prepare to die Zim! I will finally rid this universe of your evil ways!" Dib declared.
"If you think my mission ends here Dib, you're mistaken!" Zim pointed at Dib.
"You're outgunned and outsized Zim," Dib smirked. "You're not getting away from me this time-"
"I said if you think my mission is ending, you're mistaken!" Zim raised his voice when he said 'mission'.
"Yeah, I got that but-"
"Mission! Mission florp it! TAK!" Zim roared. "That's the signal you fool!"
"Well then try making it a word you don't say every two seconds you moron!" Suddenly the power cable came out of the back of Dib's robot. The energy used to polarize the armour was significantly decreased.
Tak reappeared, with MIMI on her shoulder. "Alright, hit him!"
"Minimoose!" Zim commanded. "Attack!"
Suddenly the lttle purple moose floated down in front of Dib.
"...this is your finishing move? A moose?" Dib began to laugh. "Wow Zim a lot of your plans suck but this takes the cake!"
"Squeak!" Minimoose demanded, offended by the insult.
"Surrender or suffer a painful death? Hah! What'll you do, cuddle me to death?" Dib began to laugh again. "You're just a little moose!"
"Squeak..." The 'squeak' came out slow and very low.
Suddenly his eyes lit up..and Minimoose used a pair of laser beams to cut the legs of the robot off at the knees. Dib blinked as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.
"Squeak." Minimoose made a motion that seemed like a nod, as if answering the unspoken question:
Did that just happen?
Dib looked around frantically. "No-no-no-no-NO-NO-NO-!" CRASH!
The robot's top half fell off of the lower legs, which stayed upright.
"Hah! Do not taunt the moose Dib-Stink!" Zim sneered, scrambling on top of the robot. "Now you will feel the full wrath of the Irken-"
"WARNING! WARNING! CRITICAL SAFETY FAILURE!" The lab's automated alarm went off.
"What did you do Zim?" Tak screeched.
"Didn't you hear what the human lady-voice said? SAFETY. FAILURE!" Zim replied. "Which means RUN FOR YOUR COLD UNFEELING ROBOT ARMS!"
The two Irkens began to scream and ran for the door...but a metal security door slammed down over it.
"Explosion contained."
"What? Explosion?" Dib climbed out of the mech. "What ex...plo...sion." He looked at the remains of the Dimensional Scope next to his mech. "Oh son of a-"
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Gaz smirked as she came upon the boss. "I've got you now!"
Victory was at hand!
Dodge the first wave of fire balls, leap over the Pyro-Piggy monster, cut down the Pork Reaper, and then-
The Game Slave's batteries died.
...
"SON OF A-"
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Tallest Red and Purple cheered as they watched the progress of Battle Royale.
"Haha! That was awesome!" Purple laughed.
"Yeah! Did you see that last one?" Red was doubled over, wiping a tear from his eye. "It's like he wasn't even trying to survive!"
"That Custogan ripped him to pieces!"
"Yeah! Aw man I have gotta see that again." Red reached for the remote...but accidently knocked it over, sending it under his chair.
"Oh son of a-!"
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"Now now Skully it'll be ok-AY!" Shen Baron, the feared Vortian Pirate Captain gagged as his throat was almost crushed by a rather impatient and very cranky Irken woman.
"NO IT WON'T SHEN BARON!" She shrieked. "I swear upon my mother's grave I'll get revenge on you for doing this to me?"
"AH! THIS IS THE WORST PAIN I'VE VER FELT IN MY-" Shen's head was slammed into the side of the bed. "Life." He wanted to collapsed ,but Skullene didn't give up.
"Just keep her busy a few more seconds...there!" A green eyed Irken in a white uniform said.
Skullene suddenly relaxed, shuddering as the doctor smiled. "Congratulations!" He held up an egg. "It's an egg!"
Skullene grinned lazily. "Pay up honey, I told you Irkens laid...eggs..." She was out like a light, leaving her husband there to hold their new born uh...egg.
He looked at t as a crack appeared along the shell. Suddenly a gray skinned head with a set of thin horns kind of like the curly antennae most female Irkens had and a set of big green eyes stuck out into the world.
It looked up at its father, who smiled.
"So beautiful." The new father whispered.
"Mr Baron? Here's your bill." The doctor handed him a slip of paper. "Best not let MRs Baron see it when she wakes up." Then he fled, knowing the reaction.
Shen looked at it...and his eyes bulged. He set his daughter on the bed and took off after the doctor.
"GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A-!"
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"Holy Irk!" The spy whispered. "She actually gave birth!" He looked away from the screen. "I've got to warn the Tallest! This is a crime against Irken kind itself!"
Suddenly a clawed hand was set on his shoulder. "Harming my angel? I think not, scum."
The spy gulped as he slowly turned and came face to face with the illusive and insane Hellion. "Oh son of a-"
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"The next word is this:" The game show host read off a card. "A name for a female dog, often used as an insult or curse word."
"Oh, I know that one!" Iggins raised his hand, hopping up and down...and fell off his pedestal. "OW! Son of a bitch!"
"That's correct! You win a million dollars!" The host tossed the card away...Before an explosion levelled most of the town.
BOOM!
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The explosion could be seen from all over the galaxy.
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"Again."
ZZZTTTT!
"Ow-ow-ow!" The prisoner whimpered.
"Now will you talk?"
"Never!"
"Again."
ZZZTTTT!
"OKAY I'LL TALK!" The Vortian wailed.
"Good." Invader Grimrair said. "Now, tell me where the bomb is!"
"Alright ,it's- ooh, bright light." He looked out of the shed's window at a bright light in the sky.
"don't change the subject!" Grimrair snarled. "Envon, again!"
Envon nodded, and flipped a switch.
ZZZZTTTTT!
"OW! Is a simple paint bomb seriously this much of a threat?" The Vortian cried.
"Not really, I just hate pranksters. AGAIN."
ZZZTTT!
"OW! STOP IT!"
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...
"Well that didn't seem too bad-"
VCHOOM!
"Sweet jumping jelly beans the agonizing pain!" Zim wailed.
"What's happening?" Dib shouted as he, Tak and Zim were tossed around in what seemed to be a vortex of energy. Outside, Dib could see a blur of images, like a messed up TV screen. In some parts he saw scenes similar to his younger life. In others...he saw himself, but different. Some were taller, stronger, heroic...others ugly, despicable, and foolish. It was like seeing a million different versions of his life play out, some ending with him capturing and dissecting Zim, some ending with him crying over the Irken's body...and even kissing it?
Any possible outcome was played as Dib was shot through space and time.
Suddenly he collided with something. He caught a glimpse of Gaz, still playing that thrice cursed Game Slave 3 as she flew away.
Zim saw variations of his own life. He couldn't believe in how many universes he betrayed the empire...or coupled up with Tak, Gaz, or even worse: DIB! The illogical possibilities astounded him with each passing second.
He and Tak saw one together. In it, alternate versions of themselves sat in the wreckage of Irk, sitting on their knees, their weapons on the ground next to them. They were crying softly, holding one another.
And then, the Zim tilted her head up, and gently pressed his lips over hers. She didn't fight him; if anything she pulled herself closer, settling herself in his lap as he held her.
The kiss broke, and the Tak whispered as she cuddled against him. "I love you Zim."
Stroking her antennae, the Zim shut his eyes. "I love you Tak...I always have." He smiled sadly. "It's all over now. The empire will never hurt us again." He kissed her. "I promised you, and I delivered."
Needless to say the two Irkens were shocked and a little disgusted by the scene. IF Tak could have seen HER Zim she would have strangled-wait, her Zim? Where did that come from?
She didn't have time to ponder, when darkness claimed her vision.
She heard Zim's scream, and then she knew no more.
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...
All in the universe was wrong, even f nobody knew it.
But how could they predict this event? This impossible-actually just unlikely event where two universes would meet by the mere chance of a dimensional anomaly caused by a device designed to see into other worlds, not interfering whatsoever.
But had anything from one world ever crossed into another?
When two objects with magnetic pulls meet, they usually push each other away, repelled by the fact that they were both either positively or negatively charged. But what happened if instead, they met and for just a second were attracted to and stuck to one another before pushing off?
Total chaos was the answer.
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Xavier Mansion
John Allerdyce whistled as he and several other students of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters tuned in to the latest report on the weather. "Hey Bobby, about time!" He called as his part time friend part time rival Robert' Bobby' Drake entered the room.
Bobby was a rather average sized young adult, considered good looking by his peers, and especially by the young woman next to him. Marie, AKA: Rogue had dark hair and matching eyes, but she had a single streak of white hair, pure as snow, a result from a confrontation the previous year when she had been captured by mutant and now confirmed terrorist, Eric Lehnsherr, AKA: Magneto, the master of magnetism and the Mutant Supremacist who was willing to use her to power his precious machine and turn the leaders of over 200 countries along with all of NYC into slowly dying mutants.
She wore gloves on her hands, one of which was intertwined with Bobby's until she saw what they were watching. "Again? It's been three days!" She rushed over to get a better view of the screen.
"You know it beautiful," John said without looking at her, flicking his signature cigarette lighter open and closed again and again.
The report was on a strange weather phenomenon that had been ravaging New York City. Though no deaths had been reported, there had been a drastic decrease in tourism in the Big Apple, along with transportation for anything below ground. Rain pounding, building up, rising to knee level. It was a nightmare for anybody trying to get to work. And it was a matter of time before it got worse.
"Why don't they just send Ms Munroe over or something?" Bobby inquired out loud.
"Because even I have my limits, Bobby." An attractive, dark skinned woman with silver hair replied as she strolled in and leaned on the back of the couch. "And that storm is a little out of my league. Want a clear sky? I can give you that. But I am not flying out into the middle of New York with the weather like that."
"Point taken," Bobby shrugged.
"OH hey sh!" John leaned forward. "Here's another nut job."
Many times a 'light' had been mentioned by random pedestrians. Mostly homeless people fleeing from flooded allies or the odd stranger or two. They became more and more common.
"It was like a big whirlpool, but-but it was in the air and made of light or something man!" The skin head being interviewed shouted over the rain, a hood over his head.
"Another supposed sighting of this odd light source," The reporter faced the camera. "Hallucination? Or possibly a very real phenomenon, find out later tonight."
John clapped as the report changed. "And there we go, another douche bag looking for his ten seconds of fame on camera."
"Actually Jonathan, I'm finding these rumours to be of...slight concern." A man-bald, handsome for his age, in a neatly pressed suit and sitting in a wheel chair said as he moved the motorized wheel chair into the room. He came to a stop. "As we are all aware, the recent amount of X Gene activations has sky rocketed within the past several months, mainly in countries such as America and in regions similar to New York City. Perhaps a mutant is taking advantage of the storm to test their powers without fear of reprisal."
"So he's putting on a light show?" John rolled his eyes.
"I'd appreciate it if you do not find the possibility of me having developed Alzheimer's so great, Jonathan." Professor Charles Xavier cracked a smile. "I have already used Cerebro to examine New York, and located over a thousand mutants in all during my search, but none of them have been in the area where this odd light has appeared."
"Maybe it's a teleporter," The suggestion came from a dark haired handsome man wearing red tinged sun glasses who was leaning against one of the wooden pillars out in the hall. "The guy opens a big flashy portal, steps in, steps out another one."
"That could explain why I have had difficulty focusing on him, especially in such a highly populated area." Charles nodded.
"Why not get the resident Hunter to go look for us?" Scott Summers asked. "I hear Logan likes rainy places best."
"You heard wrong Sunshine," An older man with thick black hair, sideburns, and a generally intimidating appearance stepped past Scott. He was clad in a pair of steel toed boots, jeans, and a leather jacket. "Snowy places, like Canada. Get it right or I'll play Keep Away with those shades of yours." Logan-the only name that the Wolverine ever went by stopped next to Charles, taking a cigar out of his mouth. "So Chuck, what's so important that my noon nap got cancelled?"
"Well if you would kindly rid yourself of that cigar-"
Hissss
Logan pressed the cigar tip into his hand, not even wincing as he withdrew it ,leaving a burn...which vanished before his very eyes.
"Thank you," Charles nodded. "As of late I've found myself very concerned with mutant related incidents. Such as the assassination attempt on the president-"
"Don't you have Jean taking care of the elf downstairs?" Logan asked.
"Indeed, and Mr Wagner has been most forthcoming," Xavier nodded. "But I believe that this is no coincidence. First a mutant attempt on the president's life and the mutant maintains no discernible memory of what lead up to the event. And now there is an an irregular storm that should not exist with mutants using their powers in the cover of the rain and darkness."
"And I fit in...where?"
"I would like you, Cyclops, Storm and Mr Wagner to head to New York."
"Whoa now," Scott spoke up. "You trust that guy? He tried to kill the President in case you forgot!"
"I have not forgotten Scott...in fact Jean has confirmed Mr Wagner was not in his right mind at the time of the event." Charles looked to them. "Meet Night Crawler in the hangar. Storm, you can clear the weather enough to allow for a safe landing."
"Yes Professor," Ororo nodded.
"You are there to scout, not fight...but be cautious, and be ready." Charles advised his X Men.
"I want colossus with us also," Logan spoke up. "If the winds pick up I want somebody there besides me and Storm who won't get blown away."
Scott glared at Logan, and went to grab his equipment.
Charles sighed. "Do try to play nice for once."
"No promises." Logan whispered as he turned to leave.
"Good luck Logan!" Marie called.
Marie had come to view Logan as somewhat of a father figure ever since he had taken on the role of his unofficial guardian. It had increased when he had almost died providing her his regenerative ability on Liberty Island in order to save her from the after effects of powering Magneto's 'Mutant Creation Device'.
Logan cracked a smile. "Keep it clean while I'm gone Drake!"
Bobby blushed as several older students grinned at his expense.
Charles wheeled his way out. "I swear no matter how old they get they always act like children."
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End of Chapter