What's up, guys? You read my first lame fanfic, so it's time for another! In this story, Zim and the gang will discover that the most terrible things are even worse in twos…R&R please! Enjoy.
Chapter 1: The IIMI
The lone Irken girl sat in her bleak, cold cell deep within the bowels of the Irken Institute for the Mentally Insane, or the IIMI, as it was called. She glanced at her brother in the chamber next to her, who was wrapped in a strait jacket, staring at the floor and muttering incomprehensibly under his breath. She wasn't in a strait jacket, but handcuffs bound her wrists tightly to the metal bench she sat on.
The girl hated this place with every particle of her being. She had been locked up there for three years after being caught with her brother on one of her deranged rampages against the Tallest. They were going to just put them both out, but after studying their behavior the Irken police force decided that the siblings were simply psychotic. So they were both locked up in here, away from the world, in tiny, cramped cells that smelled of dust and vomit, where they could no longer make any progress towards their life goal: destroying the Almighty Tallest.
The siblings thought of themselves as assassins, bent on the demise of the twisted, sadistic rulers of this planet. But nobody seemed to appreciate the service they thought they were doing. Rather, their aim had landed them in places like this all throughout their lives. But each time, they had escaped somehow. Each time, they just disappeared one night without a trace, out to wreak havoc on the Tallests' empire and all who supported it once again. All the escapes had been completely silent and undetectable.
But not this one. They had planned, beforehand, what they would do if they ever got caught right before they launched their bid for Irk's freedom. It was time to put that plan into action.
The Irken caught her brother's eye through the glass. They both nodded, and the boy mouthed, "Now."
The girl immediately started wailing and screaming as though she was being tortured. One of the guards came in through the door to see what was wrong. That was his fatal mistake.
She swung a spindly leg as hard as she could and connected with the guard's skull. Dazed and hurting, he produced a laser gun from his belt and fired. But his aim was off, and he vaporized the chains binding the Irken to her bench. She pounced on him, knocking him to the ground. She stole a knife off his belt and slit his throat. It was all over in thirty seconds. The girl ripped the card key from off the guard's neck and ran to her brother's cell. She entered and began slicing his strait jacket off with the bloody knife.
"What are you going to do with the body?" inquired the boy in his rough, snarling voice.
The girl replied in her smooth, cold voice, "Leave it there. It will likely symbolize what happens to those who get in our way. It will make them afraid. And if they are afraid…so much the better."
"Excellent notion, sister."
"Thank you. Now, let's find our PAKs."
The two bolted from the room and down the hallway. Their soft-soled black boots made no noise against the linoleum floor. They passed unnoticed. At last, they came to a large door that required a card key. The girl produced the one she had stolen off the guard and entered silently with her brother.
In the enormous room was row after row, column after column of PAKs. There must have been thousands, in so many different colors and shapes. The girl could see a letter in Irken at the top of every shelf. She realized that the PAKs were in alphabetical order. She ran to the very end of the room and searched through the selection. Finally, she came across an electric green one. She opened the top compartment, and a tiny screen came out. It said,
Name: Zyx
Sex: F
Occupation: Serial killer
Current Location: IIMI
Zyx smiled in satisfaction. She pressed a button on the side, and several thin metal arms produced a number of fiendish-looking tools: a switchblade, a corkscrew, a carving knife, a syringe with bright blue liquid inside…
Suddenly, red lights were flashing overhead and an alarm was sounding. Her brother was pounding towards her, screaming, "ZYX! I set off the alarm! RUN!"
Her heart pounding, she fastened the PAK to her back and ran for the door, only to be blocked by a crowd of guards coming to catch them. She called out to her brother, "Ryx! Try to blast a hole in the wall or something! I'll keep them busy!"
Ryx bolted for the other end of the room. Zyx whirled around, glaring at the guards. She pulled out the large knife from her PAK and brandished it at them. They simply laughed. What use was a knife against deadly laser guns? But Zyx was in her element now. She dodged the rays of plasma and jumped toward a shelf. But instead of climbing up it, she kicked off of the side, did a flip in midair, and landed smack in the middle of the guards.
Screams pierced the air and echoed around the huge room. Emerald blood was flung like paint against the walls and floor. In two minutes, every guard was dead. Zyx stood in the middle of them, blood dripping from the tools in her PAK and the knife in her hand.
Then, there was a huge explosion from the other end of the room. Zyx ran over, and found a gaping hole in the wall and Ryx grinning fiendishly.
"I knew it was a good idea to save those grenades," he said smugly.
"Now, let's get out of here. I'm sure they're sending backup."
The two snuck through the hole, only to find that there was only the tiniest bit of metal ledge to walk on. Tentatively, they crept onto it, inching forward. Below them, a dark angry sea was ready to drown them if they fell. Behind them, they heard the next round of guards coming to look for them. Frantically, Zyx pulled out a screen that summoned their Voot cruiser. She pushed the button, and after a few moments, an acid green and black vehicle flew up to the ledge. Zyx pushed the button to open the cockpit, and they both jumped in just as the guards sprinted toward the hole. The green-tinted glass closed and protected them from the lasers being fired.
In unison, the siblings cackled evilly. "Well, brother," said Zyx, "We finally got to escape with a bang!"
"Yes, sister," agreed Ryx, leering. "However, I think we had better lay low for a spell. After this incident, there will be so many moneys on our heads that we won't be able to come within a lightyear of Irk for ages."
"True, true. Perhaps we should seek refuge on some other planet?"
"Perhaps. In the meantime, let's just enjoy our freedom until we find a place to stay…a place where they haven't heard of us yet. Now, how about some music?"
Grinning, Zyx turned a knob on the dashboard and music filled the vehicle.
And it's so easy when you're evil,
This is the life you see, the Devil tips his hat to me,
I do it all because I'm evil,
And I do it all for free.
Your tears are all the pay I'll ever need.
Shrieking with laughter, the two siblings and partners in crime zoomed through the stars, off to some foreign planet that would never know what hit it.
Author's Note: The song lyrics are from Voltaire's 'When You're Evil'. Great song, look it up. It fits them. Muahaha 8}
BTW today's my 14th Birthday! I made myself a story for my bday! :DDD