Chapter One- Chills in the Night

The air was growing cold as the sun set in the distance. The streetlights were not on yet, so Dib figured he could return home without much suspicion about where he had been. But more than likely his father was not home and Gaz would not bother asking.

He walked with a slight limp. His hind quarters ached terribly. "Damn it, Zim," he complained, "We can't keep doing it your way."

The streets were empty, giving them an eeriness Dib had not seen in a long time. But he was nearly immune to the things that go bump in the night. Being an amateur paranormal investigator, he had seen his share of the creepy, disgusting, and frightening. Zim alone had numbed him to many fears normal humans would have. But lately, the two enemies had found an outlet for all their pent up energy and aggression; an outlet both could enjoy together, giving them some common ground. Special rules were followed in their meetings. No killing was the biggest one, followed by no permanent damage and no telling.

Their first union had happened about three weeks ago, when Zim tried to destroy Dib emotionally with sexual assault. Unfortunately for Zim, the experience turned out to be enjoyable for both of them. Now it was becoming a regular event for the two, happening about every other day after school. But poor Dib was finding himself on the bottom too often for his liking.

He walked along, grumbling about his sore posterior. But a chilling feeling came over him, causing him to stop in his tracks. He looked around, his eyes squinting in the near darkness. There was nothing abnormal to be seen, but something was definitely not sitting right with him.

"Hello," he called into the streets, hearing his voice echo in the chilly air. "Is anyone there?"

Not a word was cried out to him in response. The only answer he got was a quick rush of cold air over his back and shoulders. He tucked his hands underneath his armpits and continued walking, only with a faster pace.

Suddenly, he fell hard to the ground, his head feeling like it had been kicked by a horse. He groaned, putting a hand to his forehead and trying to find his center.

An evil cackle echoed in the streets. Dib looked around anxiously but saw no one.

"Who… who are you," he cried out desperately.

Then, without warning, a tall purple-eyed alien female materialized in front of him, wearing a demonic-looking battle suit.

"Oh my god… TAK!"

Tak reached out and grabbed Dib by the collar of his shirt. "Where is he," she growled into his face.

"Where's who," he asked, trying to show no fear.

"Don't play games with me," she screamed, throwing him to the ground. She pressed a button on her wrist and a few mechanics started moving around on her suit.

Before Dib knew it, he was staring down the end of a large ray gun attached to Tak's wrist. He gulped nervously, not being able to take his eyes off the weaponry that had been shoved in his face.

"Where is Zim," Tak demanded, pronouncing every word slowly and clearly.

Dib looked up at her, contemplating what his next move should be. He sat in silence for a few seconds, but to Tak it seemed like an eternity.

"Tell me now or you die," she threatened impatiently.

Dib jumped at her harsh words. Apparently, he had no other choice. "At his base," he said rather softly.

Tak paused for a moment, just looking into his eyes, deciphering truth from fear. But then she smiled evilly and put a hand to her weapon.

"Good boy."

She fired.

And so begins the sequel! I will try not to disappoint.