More angst, enjoy!
This is really short. I myself am not happy with how short this is.
But I do like how I inserted little Gaz into my one-shot.
She needs more love. Or in my case, more angst.
Enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Invader Zim characters!
A bird is to a feather, as a child is to its mother. That's what Edger Allen Poe would have said, had he lived a little longer.
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Gaz listened to that sound for a good fifteen seconds, trying to figure out what it was. Frustrated, she placed her game on pause and set it on the coffee table.
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It wasn't the rain, there were no clouds tonight. It wasn't the drain, it was fixed last week.
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Gaz followed the sound to her brother's room and opened the door. The fear of what was behind it was creeping up her spine like a million tiny spiders.
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The sound, it was much faster now; much louder. She opened the door to reveal its contents, ignoring her fear. The mighty Gaz knows no fear!
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Gaz let out a scream, at the horror bestowed before her. There, in the center of the carpeted room were the remains of her brother. Eyes glazed over, screaming death.
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On the bed, standing on the blanket was the executioner. Eyes glowing red and skin shinning a dark emerald was Zim. But not. He was drenched with blood, her brother's blood.
"DAD!" Was the name that escaped the girl's lips. But the alien smiled. No one could hear her, and after tonight, no one will ever again.
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