Escaping Revenge

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Summary

Years after Zim's arrival on Earth, he finally, and unbelievably, over-threw the human race. Now they are prisoners of the mighty Irken race. However, right under their noses there is a rebellion, led by none other than the boy who no one believed and his ruthless sister Gaz, who seems to hate Zim more than anything.

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Author's Note: 'Sup guys. So, here is yet another fucking fanfic. I really hope that everyone who reads it enjoys it, and hopefully a bit of my plot isn't too obvious. The story is rated M for violence, language, and possible sexual themes. I am just paranoid. Talk to you at the end of the chapter.

~Chapter One~

Willow Officer Membrane

A cold expression was etched into the youthful teenager's face as she paced in front of a group of men and women. Her combat boots clapped against the floor as she walked, until finally, she stopped in the mid front. Harsh amber eyes ran over the group, no words being spoken by neither her nor anyone in the crowd. With a simple motion of her small hand, she waved away the group, letting them rest after a hard days work.

Anyone could have guessed that the young purple haired woman was in fact Gaz Membrane, as she had changed very little, at least in her demeanor. Her hair had grown a slight bit past her shoulders, but had remained its natural purple colour all the same, and her eyes were still cold and harsh. The same could be said about her attitude, having remained the same as it had been years before. Most of what had changed was her body shape; now having bigger breasts and a larger butt, giving her much more of an hourglass figure, and being much taller than she had been. Though, she still wore her signature striped leggings, her black dress, and of course, her skull pendant.

There were of course other things that had changed, such as she was now lead Willow, the group of the 'freedom fighters' that were created for the rebellion led by her and her brother. She was also, of course, an elite fighter, which is what had gained her the title of Willow Officer. She still hated all of humanity, too, though, much less than the horrible Irken race, and that even less than she hated the leader of the invasion, Zim.

There had been a time before the war when Gaz had felt a deep love for the alien boy, and when he had felt it in return. He'd once promised her that when the invasion did come, that she would be safe from any harm, and if she willed it, her brother and father would be too. But when the time came, Zim had chosen to break his promise so that he would no longer feel rejected as an invader. He had chosen his leaders over her, the one that he had once proclaimed love for, and for that, Gaz hated him more than anything and anyone.

She dared only dwell in the past when she was completely alone, however, as it always seemed to crush her thinking of him in front of others. And due to never reliving her past, at least in the face of anyone but herself, no one had suspected her of ever having a relationship with the one she now considered a horrible monster. And she was glad for it, as her brother would most likely disown her and throw her out into the lone where the Irkens could take her and kill her, or worse, give her to Zim as his own personal slave, as they had done with many other humans.

"Gaz?" a voice sounded behind her, and when she turned she saw her brother standing with his hands in his pockets.

Again, anyone who'd know the Membrane siblings from school could have easily guessed that the young man was indeed the once big-headed, crazy Dib. And again, not all too much had changed with his looks and personality. He still had the same, strange 'pointy hair', as Zim had once dubbed it, and he still wore a long black over-coat. Though, his head size didn't seem all too large any longer, and he was now much taller, and as most women he met in his late teen years and on would say, much more attractive.

"What is it Dib?" she asked in reply, making her way toward him. "How'd the Willow training go? Any that need to be sent to Tak yet?" he asked, and Gaz slightly growled at the mention of their ally.

Not long after the invasion began, Dib had discovered Tak had somehow managed to return to Earth and even rebuild her base. He of course wished to take her down, but when he attacked her and she didn't return a blow, he'd asked her why, and she'd explained that she was no long on the Irkens side, and now was just as disgusted with them as Dib was. The two had become friends, and of course, he had invited her to join the rebellion, and be in charge of the weaponry and the Willow Reckon. Tak had agreed, and Gaz hadn't been very happy about having to work with Tak under her feet every day from then on, along with having just a general distrust for her, as she did for most others.

"Training went fine, a few are doing better than others, but all the same, no one is 'acting out' and no one needs to be sent to the Willow Reckon just yet." Gaz replied, now walking out the door and down the hall to her quarters, having no doubt that Dib would follow close behind.

"Well, that's good. Later this week I'm going to have Zita join the Willows, if you're alright with that." He replied, naturally, and unsurprisingly, following her. "Of course I'm fine with that. It's another pair of hands I can set to work." Gaz replied, a bit annoyed. Dib raised an eyebrow to her, though he was completely used to her annoyed tone.

"How are you feeling today?" he asked, leaning his shoulder against the door frame as Gaze stripped her hands of her gloves. She glanced at him, raising a brow, before returning to her hands and replying, "I feel the same as I do every other day, Dib. I feel annoyed, confused, and angry, but I'm fine. You of all people should know that I'm fine, even when I'm all of those things." Two of the emotions she had spoken of had traveled ever so clearly on her voice, though the confusion did not break through.

"Confused? About what?" Dib asked, pushing his glassed back up to his eyes once he'd finished speaking. Gaz quickly realized she'd made an error in mentioning her confusion to her brother, seeing as how he would naturally want to know why. "About a lot of things. Now, I want to get some rest, okay? Goodbye. See you at lunch." She answered, making her way over to the door, grabbing hold of it and pushing Dib out of the way while shutting it.

She twisted the lock on her side of the door and collapsed face down on her bed. After a moment of laying motionless with her head in the pillow, she turned over onto her back and stared at the ceiling, anger and hate glowing in her amber gaze. Her brain ran wild with thoughts of Zim, but after every happy memory she repeated the same words over and over; "I fucking hate you, Zim."

While she felt so much hate build up inside of her, she couldn't help but wonder what he could be doing at that moment. She quickly ended her curiosity by answering her thoughts, "He's probably in his ship, ordering some human slaves around, thinking of new ways to torture them." And a moment later, she smiled to herself, having reminded herself of the fact that neither Zim nor the Tallests knew a thing about the rebellion. "I hope Dib lets me kill him." She muttered, thinking of how her ex-lover's demise at her hands would play out, and her smile grew even wider.

Interrupting her wonderful thoughts was a knock on her door, and as the one knocking continued to do so, Gaz felt she had no choice but to get up and open the door. Of course, it had been Dib. "You missed lunch. I thought you said that you would be rested by then." He said to her disbelief. Gaz had guessed she'd been her room no more than twenty minutes, but when she went to confirm to Dib that lunch hadn't even started by looking at her watch, she realized that her thoughts had gone on for about two and a half hours.

"I swear, if today's lunch was pizza, I am going to strangle you for not getting me." Gaz threatened him, marching out of her room and down into their even further underground cafeteria. The lunch menu consisted of water and a turkey and cheese sandwich, which even though it wasn't close to her favorite meal, Gaz did not turn down.

"That reminds me, there's a meeting tomorrow at one o'clock." Dib said looking around the oddly high-tech cafeteria, seeing a few people scattered around and talking to their friends that just so luckily happened to have found the base. "What's it about?" asked Gaz, taking a bite of her sandwich after finishing the last part of her question.

"We're planning on infiltrating Zim's ship to try and free a few of his slaves, and during the meeting we're going to decide who is going." He explained to her. Gaz shot a glare up at her taller, older sibling, angered that he had waited until the day right before to tell her. "Why didn't I know about this sooner?" she growled. Dib raised a brow, "Well, it doesn't really matter when you're told, just as long as you're there." He replied.

"I'm the Willow Officer, co-leader of this damned rebellion and your sister. I should have been the first to know about it, not the last." She retorted, only assuming that she was the last to find out by taking into account that everyone that was to attend a specific meeting was informed at least a week before it was to take place.

Dib did not reply for a good long while, only just looking at her. "Well, I'll make sure you will be informed first next time, then." He promised her. Gaz winced a bit at the assuring sound that carried on his voice, her mind traveling back to the night that Zim had promised her safety.

Zim lay on his lawn, a hand behind his head, with the other arm wrapped around Gaz who was laying peacefully next to him, her head in the crook of his arm. The two had lay in silence for at the most thirty minutes before Gaz was the first to speak.

"Weren't you supposed to be trying to take over Earth, or something?" she asked him with a small laugh, looking from the misty starlight of the Milky Way to her green-skinned lover. Zim nodded before replying, "I have plenty of time for that, but right now Zim wishes only to be with you." His voiced carried a usual sense of love on it, as it always did when he spoke to Gaz.

Gaz smiled for a brief moment before frowning, "And when you do decide to take over the world, what exactly will happen to me? Will I just be tossed aside like every other idiot on this planet?" she asked, not taking her eyes away from his contact-covered ruby ones. Zim finally looked away from the stars and to her, shaking his head, "Of course not. Zim loves his little Gaz, and he would never do such a horrible thing. When the invasion comes, I will keep you with me, safe. And if you want I could even keep your father and the stupid Dib-stink safe." He replied, assurance riding on his tone.

"Do you promise?" Gaz asked, to which Zim responded simply, yet seemingly to her, truthfully with, "I promise."

Gaz growled as the memory faded away and glared daggers up at her brother, "I shouldn't need to hear you promise to me that you will inform me sooner next time. You should have informed me sooner this time." She snarled harshly towards him, scrunching up the remained of her sandwich in her hand and throwing it onto the ground. She'd nearly thrown her half-eaten lunch at Dib, but had luckily refrained from doing so, and instead just began to walk away without waiting for a response.

She hadn't any doubt that Dib would keep his promise, unlike Zim had done years before, but still, anger slashed at her throat and her brain towards him.

Gaz returned to her quarters yet again, and hit her back against the door, sliding down and pulling her knees close to her chest. Yet another knock was placed upon her door, followed by Dib speaking, "Are you alright, Gaz? This seems like more than me waiting a while to tell you about a meeting." He said, to which the angered and annoyed Gaz responded weakly with, "Sometimes I wish you didn't have a head."

Usually when she used that particular line on Dib, it was in a rude, strong tone, but at that point her voice was empty and dead. She hadn't felt as upset as she did at that moment in years, not since the night Zim handed her over to Tallests in exchange for their praise and acceptance.

"Excellent job, Zim!" said Tallest Red, the praise that came with his words completely real. "I never doubted you for a second!" added Tallest Purple, much less truthful. Red shook his head at the lie, but before he could say anything more to Zim he spotted the teenager behind him.

"What's that?" Asked Red, addressing the purple haired Gaz as though she were an object and not a person. "Is it a gift for us?" Purple asked cheerfully, clapping his hands. Zim shook his head, a bit hesitant to explain to his leaders that Gaz was his, what Earthlings called, girlfriend. "Then what is she?" Red asked, squinting one of his red eyes.

"She is Zim's love-pig." Zim replied awkwardly, to which both Purple and Red seemed immensely confused. "Your.. love-pig?" asked Red, trying to clarify what the shorter alien had said. "Does that mean you have mated with that filthy thing?" Red sounded disgusted as he brought up his new question.

"Well.. yes." Zim said, shrinking down in the spot he stood. Both Red and Purple had a horrified and disgusted look fall upon their faces, and Purple even took hold of a discarded snack bag and released all of his earlier snacks into it. After a few minutes of the two of them taking the news in, Red finally spoke up. "So, Zim, what exactly did you wish for us to do with her?"

"Keep her safe. I don't want her to end up dead or as a slave like any of the other filthy humans." He told him, slipping his gloved claws into Gaz's hand and gripping tight. "We can't do that, Zim. We do not condone your horrible relationship with the enemy, and you will either give her up to become a slave, or become the enemy yourself." Red explained to him.

"Zim would never do that!" Gaz finally protested, trusting that her lover would keep his promise to keep her safe and become an enemy of the Irken race. "Silence, filthy human!" Zim growled, much to Gaz's dismay. "Z-zim.. you'd better be saying that as a joke!" She said, but when she felt his three-fingered hand leave hers she knew that it wasn't a joke.

"You've made the right choice, Zim." Red praised. "Now, for out new slave to be cleansed of her filth!" Purple added, awaiting a few of the Irken soldiers to take Gaz.

"Y-you promised!" Gaz yelped as soon as one of the soldiers took hold of her arm, her eyes beginning to tear up. Zim glared at her for a brief moment before turning to his smiling leaders. "You filthy, lying bastard!" she screamed, shaking her arm to try and free herself of the soldiers grasp. Her actions only resulted in another guard taking hold of her, causing her to lift herself off the ground and kick her legs, screeching in rage while tears uncontrollably ran like rivers down from her eyes. "I hate you! I fucking hate you!" she yelled in rage and hurt.

As Gaz snapped back to reality from her horrible memory, she realized the knocking on her door had died, and her brother had surprisingly left her to pick herself back up. She couldn't, though, she never could, not while Zim was still alive. She came to the conclusion that as long as the horrible green alien was still breathing, she couldn't ever experience any other emotions than annoyance, confusion, rage and fury, and pain.

At that moment she made up her mind; she would be the one to offer herself as a slave to Zim, and she wouldn't help anyone escape, no, not until she had killed him. She would not wait for any of the Willow troops, no, instead she would focus solely on taking her ex-lover's life, no matter what it cost her.

End of Chapter One

Author's note: See, I told you guys that I would talk to you after the chapter. Anyway, sorry for the short chapter, and the lousy ending, but the ending to this chapter will at least tie in with the next one. And on that note, I think it was a fairly decent beginning to the story. I hope the idea doesn't seem too cliché to anyone, I would hate that. Oh, and to anyone that is wondering what the fuck the Willow Reckon is, it's when a Willow trainee or soldier acts out, and Tak-being in charge of the Willow Reckons-assigns them a mission that will either destroy them, or bring them back a much more well-behaved person. It was Gaz's idea when she had a few trainees that were being completely unorthodox and she sent them on a very deadly mission, and when they came back they never acting out of place again.

You must be thinking, well, what the fuck VP, why the hell would they do that if they need soldiers? Well, my young grasshopper, would you rather have a million soldiers that didn't know what the fuck they were doing because they were stupid teenagers that payed no attention to their Officer, or a thousand of the best? I would prefer the thousand over the million, myself. So. ANYWAY.

Next chapter: The Plan.

Stay sexy my lovely little cupcakes.

Sincerely, VampirePiggies.