I had this in my mind for so very long. I just never wrote it because so many other people did something just like. Please don't tell me that I'm unoriginal, I know that already. The first chapter is mainly setting the mood and explaining stuff. This story eventually gets very violent. Like, blood and murder and stuff. Just a heads up. Review if you like.
Disclaimer: Anything copyrighted in this entire story does not belong to me. Any copyrighted names, characters, or items that are in this chapter or in the following ones belong to those who created them.
Subject 0001
"I hate humans."
"No frickin' duh..."
"I do. I really, honestly do."
"...does anyone in the entire holding area NOT hate humans?!"
"I hate them! I hate them all! ALL OF THEM!"
"Would you shut up?! We all hate the humans! Don't point out the obvious!"
"Zim, back me up here."
Zim sat in the corner and remained silent. He hugged his knees and kept his antenna down defensivly. He shifted his weight slowly, but did not answer. A tray of food sat beside him, untouched. It had been there for three days now. He hadn't moved the entire time.
"...Come on Zim. Don't starve yourself. At least eat a little."
"Don't bother with him. He's not going to listen."
The chamber door creaked open slowly, making everyone in the holding cells flinch. A sliver of light shined through, the only light anybody saw when they were put in their cells. They waited nervously for somebody's number to be called, dreading the thought of being led off to another experiment.
"0528."
There was the usual sigh of relief and the usual silence. The Irken called didn't answer, as usual. The guard became angry, just like usual.
"0528, you're up."
Nervous mumbling started, and the cellmates of the Irken called tried to get him to respond. He resisted, and the guard walked in. His slow footsteps echoed through the entire holding area. Everyone watched him walk down the hall, keeping away from their cell's bars. They were afraid of him, and he knew it. He loved being feared. He did what he could to be more frightening.
"0528," he said slowly, stopping in front of the Irken's cell. His cellmates hurried to the corner, staying away from the guard and his stunner. He slowly pulled out his ring of keys and began sliding each one around the ring, looking for the correct key to open the door. He found it at last, put it into the cell's door, and turned slowly. It clicked, and he slid the door open.
"0528, you're coming with me," the guard said, approaching the Irken. The Irken resisted, of course, backing away from the guard. The guard took his stunner, which was longer than he was tall, and shocked the Irken's legs which made him fall to the floor. The guard grabbed his arms and dragged him out of the cell.
"I am not a number," the Irken mumbled softly as he was dragged helplessly out of the holding area. The chamber door shut, and it was dark again.
"...I wish all humans would just die."
"Poor Jobe."
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Dib sat in his big, comfy office doing paperwork. He was 18 now, but he still worked more than the average 35 year old. He ran the entire laboratory. He was the one that sent the technological findings to NASA and the biological findings to museums and other labs. While he did this, he planned experiments, kept the subjects' health at a satisfactory level, and planned meetings with other scientists. He also had to deal with the law related things, which he hated.
Dib was now 5 foot 8 inches, with longer black hair and a long lab coat instead of a trenchcoat. He was world famous now. He had discovered the first alien, then used the alien's technology to find more of its kind and bring them to Earth. The army then destroyed the other aliens' ships and captured them for study. Over 2,350 Irkens we're being held by Dib's lab this week. There had origanally been around 5,000, but there were so many deaths and suicides the first few weeks that he had to take drastic steps to save the ones that were left.
"Hold all my calls, don't let anyone in my room, and cancel all appointments," Dib said into his phone, frustration showing in his voice. He slammed the phone down and switched on the TV. As usual, the news was filled with rioting people with signs that said "Put Biological Differences Aside" and "Free The Irkens" and "Irkens Are Not Test Subjects". Dib threw the remote at the TV. He hated how everyone took his discoveries for granted and how they became outraged about his studies. He had improved their lives and yet they hated him.
"Ungrateful simpletons," Dib mumbled to himself. "I've discovered all this great technology, reduced pollution, made better vehicles, and helped cure many once incurable diseases, yet you despise me and call me evil. You ungrateful, disgusting people."
He looked down at his paper work again, knowing that he had to do it but wanting to put it off. So many people were trying to sue him, all saying that it was cruel and unusal punishment he was doing, not scientific study. He'd been in many cases like this, and he'd gotten through them by pointing out that Irkens were not human and that the humans consider them animals. The judge, even if he or she disagreed, could not argue with that and had to let him off the hook.
He threw all his law related paper work into a folder and put it in a drawer in his desk. He moved on to the subject paper work. He flipped through the papers, seeing mainly deaths stamped in red on many of the subjects' profiles. There were also many near deaths showing up, and they were showing up more often. Dib flipped through these quickly too. More Irkens could be bred if too many of them died.
As he flipped through the near deaths, one profile caught his eye. It was Subject 0001. He stared at the picture for a while, not knowing how to feel. The Irken had the brand mark, the logo of Dib's company, on his face instead of his shoulder like the rest. The brand was on the Irken's left eye, so guards and scientists always could tell this Irken from the rest.
"Zim..," Dib said to himself, and he half smiled.
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"...Zim, you really should eat."
"The guards will just force it in you if you don't eat it."
Zim sighed heavily, trying to ignore all his pain that was pulsating through him. He didn't move from his corner or reach for the plate. He had no plans to eat. He knew he was dying, he could feel it in him. He wasn't sure if he was happy about it or not. He didn't feel any emotion anymore, not since the year before.
"Hate hate hate...I hate them! I wish they would just all die! I wish they were taken from THEIR homes and brought to OUR planet where WE would be the ones torturing them every hour of every day!" The Irken's shouting turned to sobbing. "I want out of here...why won't they let us out?"
Zim couldn't take much more of this any longer. Either he had to die or the humans had to set him free, and he knew which one was more likely. He felt a hard pang of despair and knew that he wanted to live. Somebody grabbed at his arm.
"Zim, I'm not letting you die like this. You have to eat, and you have to move. Come on."
"I want out!" The sobbing Irken pounded on the wall. A few other Irkens started to cry as well, mainly the youngest children and their mothers. A guard was sent in to end the problem. He hurried in, his stunner ready, and opened Zim's cell door and grabbed the sobbing Irken by the neck. He slammed him into the wall a few times until he was quiet.
"You'll be put into the isolation zone for three days," the guard said, and he dragged the Irken out of the cell by his foot. The guard glared at the rest of the Irkens. "You all better stop your whimpering, or you'll be put into the isolation zone too!" he yelled, and he hit the Irken he had dragged out with his stunner. They all watched the guard leave in fright.
"..Please, Zim." Somebody was still trying to pry Zim out of the corner. Zim wanted to be left alone. Why couldn't everyone see that? He just wanted to be all by himself so he could die peacefully. Zim almost laughed at the thought. Peacefully? Not here. The humans would bring him to a white room and watch him die. That's exactly what they did every time. They sometimes video taped the most rebellious Irkens' deaths and showed them to the other Irkens to lower their spirits.
Thinking of this, Zim became furious and decided that he had to get up and eat. He wouldn't let himself die. That was the coward's way out. He forced himself to a standing position, his baggy rags for clothing hanging off his slender, scarred body. He'd been through more pain than any Irken in the lab, and he was often impatient with the other Irkens when they complained about how many experiments that they'd been through.
Zim looked down at his feet and was once again pleased by his height. It was dumb to feel happy about such a little thing, especially in a place like this, but after being so short for so long, it felt good to be almost 6 feet tall.
"Oh good...you got up. Thank you, Zim."
"...Yeah," Zim said weakly. He hadn't talked for a long time. He hardly recognized his own voice any more. It was worn out from screaming and from all the weird things that were done to his throat during experiments. He bent down to pick up his food, a piece of bread with some green beans sitting next to it, and almost fell. His cellmate helped steady him, which Zim appreciated, and he took a small bite out of the bread. He ignored the horrible taste and swallowed, feeling a tiny bit of warmth go through him. He took another bite.
The chamber door opened again. The Irkens scattered to the corners in their cells. The guard stuck his head in.
"0214."
Zim's cellmate became still and silent. It was his number being called. Zim patted him on the back lightly, trying to comfort him the best he could, but it did no good.
"0214!" the guard yelled.
"Come on, Shru. You don't want to get stunned," Zim said softly, giving Shru a slight push to the cell door. Shru sighed nervously, then knocked on the cell door.
"Thank you, 0214," the guard said, and he walked over to Zim's cell and dug the keys out of his pocket. He leaned his stunner against the wall as he slid the keys around. He finally got the right one and unlocked the door. "Come on." Shru gulped softly, then left the cell and waited for the guard to hook the chain to his collar. The two left the chamber together, and Zim was left alone in his cell.
Zim took another chunk out of the bread and chewed it for a while. The flavor was disgusting, but it felt good in his mouth. He swallowed it down finally, then sat whatever was left of the bread on his tray for later. Zim had learned to conserve his food and to eat slowly. If you ate too fast after being hungry for too long, you'd become very sick.
Suddenly, something slid off the wall and smacked down to the floor in front of Zim's cell. It made a clacking sound as it landed. Zim jumped when he heard it, and he headed for the corner in the cell instictivly. After a few moments, he approached the front of his cell to see what was there.
It was the guard's stunner. He had left it when he had taken Shru to the experiment room.
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I'll add more later. I'm not that great at intros, and I know it isn't very interesting yet, and I apologize. But I already have the next 7 chapters done and I'll post the second chapter next week sometime. By the way, this chapter and the next are rather short compared to the others. Hope you liked it. Peace.
-Crystal
Disclaimer: Anything copyrighted in this entire story does not belong to me. Any copyrighted names, characters, or items that are in this chapter or in the following ones belong to those who created them.
Subject 0001
"I hate humans."
"No frickin' duh..."
"I do. I really, honestly do."
"...does anyone in the entire holding area NOT hate humans?!"
"I hate them! I hate them all! ALL OF THEM!"
"Would you shut up?! We all hate the humans! Don't point out the obvious!"
"Zim, back me up here."
Zim sat in the corner and remained silent. He hugged his knees and kept his antenna down defensivly. He shifted his weight slowly, but did not answer. A tray of food sat beside him, untouched. It had been there for three days now. He hadn't moved the entire time.
"...Come on Zim. Don't starve yourself. At least eat a little."
"Don't bother with him. He's not going to listen."
The chamber door creaked open slowly, making everyone in the holding cells flinch. A sliver of light shined through, the only light anybody saw when they were put in their cells. They waited nervously for somebody's number to be called, dreading the thought of being led off to another experiment.
"0528."
There was the usual sigh of relief and the usual silence. The Irken called didn't answer, as usual. The guard became angry, just like usual.
"0528, you're up."
Nervous mumbling started, and the cellmates of the Irken called tried to get him to respond. He resisted, and the guard walked in. His slow footsteps echoed through the entire holding area. Everyone watched him walk down the hall, keeping away from their cell's bars. They were afraid of him, and he knew it. He loved being feared. He did what he could to be more frightening.
"0528," he said slowly, stopping in front of the Irken's cell. His cellmates hurried to the corner, staying away from the guard and his stunner. He slowly pulled out his ring of keys and began sliding each one around the ring, looking for the correct key to open the door. He found it at last, put it into the cell's door, and turned slowly. It clicked, and he slid the door open.
"0528, you're coming with me," the guard said, approaching the Irken. The Irken resisted, of course, backing away from the guard. The guard took his stunner, which was longer than he was tall, and shocked the Irken's legs which made him fall to the floor. The guard grabbed his arms and dragged him out of the cell.
"I am not a number," the Irken mumbled softly as he was dragged helplessly out of the holding area. The chamber door shut, and it was dark again.
"...I wish all humans would just die."
"Poor Jobe."
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Dib sat in his big, comfy office doing paperwork. He was 18 now, but he still worked more than the average 35 year old. He ran the entire laboratory. He was the one that sent the technological findings to NASA and the biological findings to museums and other labs. While he did this, he planned experiments, kept the subjects' health at a satisfactory level, and planned meetings with other scientists. He also had to deal with the law related things, which he hated.
Dib was now 5 foot 8 inches, with longer black hair and a long lab coat instead of a trenchcoat. He was world famous now. He had discovered the first alien, then used the alien's technology to find more of its kind and bring them to Earth. The army then destroyed the other aliens' ships and captured them for study. Over 2,350 Irkens we're being held by Dib's lab this week. There had origanally been around 5,000, but there were so many deaths and suicides the first few weeks that he had to take drastic steps to save the ones that were left.
"Hold all my calls, don't let anyone in my room, and cancel all appointments," Dib said into his phone, frustration showing in his voice. He slammed the phone down and switched on the TV. As usual, the news was filled with rioting people with signs that said "Put Biological Differences Aside" and "Free The Irkens" and "Irkens Are Not Test Subjects". Dib threw the remote at the TV. He hated how everyone took his discoveries for granted and how they became outraged about his studies. He had improved their lives and yet they hated him.
"Ungrateful simpletons," Dib mumbled to himself. "I've discovered all this great technology, reduced pollution, made better vehicles, and helped cure many once incurable diseases, yet you despise me and call me evil. You ungrateful, disgusting people."
He looked down at his paper work again, knowing that he had to do it but wanting to put it off. So many people were trying to sue him, all saying that it was cruel and unusal punishment he was doing, not scientific study. He'd been in many cases like this, and he'd gotten through them by pointing out that Irkens were not human and that the humans consider them animals. The judge, even if he or she disagreed, could not argue with that and had to let him off the hook.
He threw all his law related paper work into a folder and put it in a drawer in his desk. He moved on to the subject paper work. He flipped through the papers, seeing mainly deaths stamped in red on many of the subjects' profiles. There were also many near deaths showing up, and they were showing up more often. Dib flipped through these quickly too. More Irkens could be bred if too many of them died.
As he flipped through the near deaths, one profile caught his eye. It was Subject 0001. He stared at the picture for a while, not knowing how to feel. The Irken had the brand mark, the logo of Dib's company, on his face instead of his shoulder like the rest. The brand was on the Irken's left eye, so guards and scientists always could tell this Irken from the rest.
"Zim..," Dib said to himself, and he half smiled.
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"...Zim, you really should eat."
"The guards will just force it in you if you don't eat it."
Zim sighed heavily, trying to ignore all his pain that was pulsating through him. He didn't move from his corner or reach for the plate. He had no plans to eat. He knew he was dying, he could feel it in him. He wasn't sure if he was happy about it or not. He didn't feel any emotion anymore, not since the year before.
"Hate hate hate...I hate them! I wish they would just all die! I wish they were taken from THEIR homes and brought to OUR planet where WE would be the ones torturing them every hour of every day!" The Irken's shouting turned to sobbing. "I want out of here...why won't they let us out?"
Zim couldn't take much more of this any longer. Either he had to die or the humans had to set him free, and he knew which one was more likely. He felt a hard pang of despair and knew that he wanted to live. Somebody grabbed at his arm.
"Zim, I'm not letting you die like this. You have to eat, and you have to move. Come on."
"I want out!" The sobbing Irken pounded on the wall. A few other Irkens started to cry as well, mainly the youngest children and their mothers. A guard was sent in to end the problem. He hurried in, his stunner ready, and opened Zim's cell door and grabbed the sobbing Irken by the neck. He slammed him into the wall a few times until he was quiet.
"You'll be put into the isolation zone for three days," the guard said, and he dragged the Irken out of the cell by his foot. The guard glared at the rest of the Irkens. "You all better stop your whimpering, or you'll be put into the isolation zone too!" he yelled, and he hit the Irken he had dragged out with his stunner. They all watched the guard leave in fright.
"..Please, Zim." Somebody was still trying to pry Zim out of the corner. Zim wanted to be left alone. Why couldn't everyone see that? He just wanted to be all by himself so he could die peacefully. Zim almost laughed at the thought. Peacefully? Not here. The humans would bring him to a white room and watch him die. That's exactly what they did every time. They sometimes video taped the most rebellious Irkens' deaths and showed them to the other Irkens to lower their spirits.
Thinking of this, Zim became furious and decided that he had to get up and eat. He wouldn't let himself die. That was the coward's way out. He forced himself to a standing position, his baggy rags for clothing hanging off his slender, scarred body. He'd been through more pain than any Irken in the lab, and he was often impatient with the other Irkens when they complained about how many experiments that they'd been through.
Zim looked down at his feet and was once again pleased by his height. It was dumb to feel happy about such a little thing, especially in a place like this, but after being so short for so long, it felt good to be almost 6 feet tall.
"Oh good...you got up. Thank you, Zim."
"...Yeah," Zim said weakly. He hadn't talked for a long time. He hardly recognized his own voice any more. It was worn out from screaming and from all the weird things that were done to his throat during experiments. He bent down to pick up his food, a piece of bread with some green beans sitting next to it, and almost fell. His cellmate helped steady him, which Zim appreciated, and he took a small bite out of the bread. He ignored the horrible taste and swallowed, feeling a tiny bit of warmth go through him. He took another bite.
The chamber door opened again. The Irkens scattered to the corners in their cells. The guard stuck his head in.
"0214."
Zim's cellmate became still and silent. It was his number being called. Zim patted him on the back lightly, trying to comfort him the best he could, but it did no good.
"0214!" the guard yelled.
"Come on, Shru. You don't want to get stunned," Zim said softly, giving Shru a slight push to the cell door. Shru sighed nervously, then knocked on the cell door.
"Thank you, 0214," the guard said, and he walked over to Zim's cell and dug the keys out of his pocket. He leaned his stunner against the wall as he slid the keys around. He finally got the right one and unlocked the door. "Come on." Shru gulped softly, then left the cell and waited for the guard to hook the chain to his collar. The two left the chamber together, and Zim was left alone in his cell.
Zim took another chunk out of the bread and chewed it for a while. The flavor was disgusting, but it felt good in his mouth. He swallowed it down finally, then sat whatever was left of the bread on his tray for later. Zim had learned to conserve his food and to eat slowly. If you ate too fast after being hungry for too long, you'd become very sick.
Suddenly, something slid off the wall and smacked down to the floor in front of Zim's cell. It made a clacking sound as it landed. Zim jumped when he heard it, and he headed for the corner in the cell instictivly. After a few moments, he approached the front of his cell to see what was there.
It was the guard's stunner. He had left it when he had taken Shru to the experiment room.
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I'll add more later. I'm not that great at intros, and I know it isn't very interesting yet, and I apologize. But I already have the next 7 chapters done and I'll post the second chapter next week sometime. By the way, this chapter and the next are rather short compared to the others. Hope you liked it. Peace.
-Crystal