Author's Note of Doom: First and foremost, this is a girlxgirl pairing. Don't like, don't read :) And 2nd, sorry for never writing the next part of Slave to Games. I promise I'll get around to it... eventually. Third... Even though this is so annoyingly short, please enjoy:) (and review!)
Invader Zim and all of its characters do not belong to me, obviously. If it did... well, I would probably be working on some other cartoon instead of writing fanfiction for an obscure pairing:)
She ran, pushing through the crowd.
They were all hyped up, cheering, jeering, just loving the show that was being put on for them. She was too afraid to even feel disgust anymore.
Finally she pushed through, half-falling over the railing into the crowd below. She caught the end of the accusation, the declaration. A wild cheer went up, quickly falling into tense, anticipating silence.
One last command from the executioner, and…
She almost screamed, but choked, as the deadly flash went out, electricity sparking down the two fat cables in the prisoner's back…
Ash, floating like black butterflies onto the stage below.
The alarms started to go off, and the Plookesians woke to find that their traveling companion was gone and stealing an escape pod.
And escaping the bomb that was about to go off any second.
"Sorry, guys," She whispered. She wasn't sure she meant it anymore. She looked down at the controls. Launch was simple. Just press the big red button and hope that you survive.
And then she was hurtling through the atmosphere, engulfed in flames. She wondered if the creatures down there would think she was a shooting star, or part of the mysterious explosion that had just taken place.
Through the tiny window, Tak saw wide, endless blue, and her eyes widened.
Oh, Irk, don't tell me I'm landing here…
The bus squeaked to a stop, and screaming children ran out. Gaz followed more slowly, holding a wide black umbrella over her head, and carrying her GameSlave in the other hand.
I should've just stayed home… I can't believe even Zim got out of this…
Gaz followed the other children across the parking lot and onto the sand. She separated from the rest of the group as they ran to play in the water, while she disappeared behind a sandy cliff, and sat in the sand, turning on her GameSlave.
…What's that sound?
She looked up, just in time to get slapped in the face by a huge wave.
"…" Gaz tried to shake off most of the water, and when she looked down at her GameSlave, she saw that the screen had blinked out, and however much she shook it, pressed buttons, and screamed at it, the GameSlave just wouldn't turn on again. Gaz flung it aside in disgust.
Ugh. Remind me, why did I decide to go on this stupid field trip again?
The sound of the other kids laughing and enjoying themselves just made her angrier.
Idiots.
Gaz stared glumly at the water; at the silver object bobbing closer and closer. She watched it until it washed up on the sand a few feet away, still hot enough to make steam rise from the damp sand. It was about the size of a car, just sitting there on the beach.
My stupid brother would probably be all over it now, taking stupid pictures and stuff…
There was a hissing sound, and part of the metal shell fell to the sand. Inside, a light blinked, on and off, revealing something huddled inside.
An alien? It wasn't like Gaz didn't believe in extraterrestrial life. It was just the intelligence of that life that she questioned.
Whatever it was, it was alive. It dragged itself out onto the wet sand. Light steam rose from its skin.
Moaning, it turned over. And "it" was a "she", a "she" that Gaz knew, more or less, from five years ago…
Tak?
After a moment of hesitation, Gaz pulled the Irken out of reach of the waves. Then she stood back.
…I won't do anything.
She walked away, leaving Tak lying motionless in the sand.
Tak sat up slowly, and brushed sand off her clothes. She looked around.
A beach. That's what these are called. Not the best place to be, on this planet…
This planet. This puny little blue sphere was what she had been focusing on for years now. It was the only way to get her life back.
Zim. I hope you die. I hope you'll die in the most horrible way possible, and I'll be sitting there at your execution. And you're paying for the snacks. She laughed darkly.