Disclaimer: I don't, unfortunately, own Invader Zim. If I did, it would still be on TV, because I would have killed Nickelodeon and moved it to Cartoon Network. Yes... so... anyways, it's not mine, I'm using it, get over it. I don't have money anyway.
This is going to be a story about Tak, after she returns to Earth. This first chapter is more of a prologue kind of thing, and is therefore quite short. Future updates will be much longer. And I'm not sure who I'm going to eventually have Tak get together with, if you're wondering, since it's a romance. I'm still thinking it through. Anyways, hope you all like the little bit I have so far. Don't hesitate to leave a review, it's always welcome. Unless of course you're just flaming to be a jackass, in which case I will ignore you and make fun of your mother. Have a nice day.
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Space... it was a big place. She had been to many places within it... from Irk to Conventia, and from Dirt to Blorch... She had seen it all... And yet... all she knew was a fraction of the overwhelmingly large entity that was space... Only a tiny spec of the vast and endless universe...
But of this vast universe, she did know one part quite well. In fact, she knew it far better than she had ever wanted to... far better than any man or alien had ever known it. Yes... she knew this area of space, orbiting the Earth, very, very well.
She had been there... floating... for so long now... It seemed like forever... though her pod's display screen, one of the only parts of the broken down wreck that was still in operation, registered the fact that it had only been a year. A year. One long... endless... dismal... dreary... year. A year of sitting in a chair, in a nonoperational and cramped space pod, with a malfunctioning SIR unit floating around her head, doing absolutely nothing. There was nothing to do, and even if there had been, there was no room to do it in. All she could do was sit there... staring at either the display screen, the space all around her, or the floating SIR unit.
Once again, she clenched her fists in anger, as, once again, her thoughts drifted to the idiot responsible for this hell that she was having to endure - that stupid, idiotic reject that had foiled her plan to take over the Earth. She let out a small screech, and pulled at her long, curled antennae, as her rage boiled inside once again. Damn that Zim! Damn him, damn him, damn him! How could he beat her? How was it even possible? How on Irk could that stupid defective weakling be able to not only wrench what was rightfully hers from her grasp, again, but hurl her into space, to be forever stuck within the orbit of the miserable planet she had come so close to conquering? It just wasn't fair! Her life could have been good... hell, it could've been great if it weren't for him! GRAAAHHHH!
Just as her second shriek that hour came to a close, she noticed something different in the inky blackness between her and Earth. There was something... something small... getting nearer and nearer. She squinted, yet she still couldn't tell what it was... she could, however, tell that it was heading her way, and fast. Her eyes widened at this realization... What could it be...? Could it possibly help her out of this unending nightmare...? Anything would be better than this... ...even death.
And then the object was upon her. It came up too sudden and too fast for her to truly recognize what it was; all she could remember afterwards was a flash of something white... something feathery. And then, she was thrust into a spinning and whirling ride of pure chaos, as whatever the object had been crashed into the side of her ship, sending her careening out of the Earth's orbit, and into the outermost layer of its atmosphere. She plummeted down towards the planet's surface, spinning and tossing along the way. She screamed, and her claws dug into the display screen, as her world was thrown into disarray. She grew nauseous from the constant flipping, and a burning and liquidy substance was slowly rising up in her throat. Next thing she knew, there was vomit all around her, and her mouth and tongue burned. She screamed once again, as flames licked at the sides of her pod, and a horrible, high-pitched shrieking pierced her ears - the sound from her rapid and uncontrolled descent through the sky. She knew this was the end... and she hoped it would come quickly.
And then... it was over. With a jerk that threw her into the pod's windshield, she came to a complete and utter stop. She just lay there... surrounded by sparks and regurgitated food, her brain unable to think underneath the constant pounding in her head. How long she lay there, she was unsure, but as the pounding slowly died down, she finally managed to force herself up. Her arms shook uncontrollably, and she stared around, her vision blurred, her eyes searching for the button that would open the pod door, and let her out of this stinking and sparking prison. A small smile formed on her shaky lips as her eyes locked onto the button, and her hand collapsed over it. A fresh breeze was the last thing she felt, as she dropped to the ground, and gave into the darkness within her mind.