Just the Beginning.

An Invader Zim Fanfiction

You say a word to anyone, and you die.

You utter even a single sentence about how I, Gaz Membrane, was crying, your gone. Never to be heard from again.

And you had better not judge me. I mean, when's the last time you cried? Probably last night, over something stupid, like a fractured arm, or something else completely stupid and painless.

At least I have a good excuse.

It was just like any other day, until I decided to walk down the hall. Yeah, the one where my room's at the end, and Dib's is right in front of it.

Dib.

I could just murder him right now.

Maybe I will.

I walked by his room, and I heard whirring. I figured it was something he was working on to defeat Zim.

Zim.

He wasn't perfect. In any way. He was a lot farther from perfect than anyone.

But Ioved him anyways.

So I believed, until I noticed the splatter of blue beside the door. My insides froze over, like the fifth world in Vampire Piggy Hunter III, a frozen wasteland.

I knew. From the instant I saw it, I knew it was blood. Not human blood.

Irken blood.

I slammed the door open, my face paler than normal. I raced into a long tunnel, where his room was. As soon as I came into view of the room, I stopped, hidden from the eyes of anyone in the room. But I could still spy.

What I saw made me bite my hand to keep from tears spilling over. And to not utter a scream.

Because it's not every day you see your older brother ripping the guts out of your dead, motionless boyfriend.

My heart stopped. I couldn't breath. I stumbled out of his room, down the tunnel, and into my own room. Collapsing on the pillow.

Death.

Huh.

The concept.

Though you may think that I, Gaz Membrane, may like death, based on my apearance and lack of care. But no. Death wasn't on my big list of likes.

But now I had to face it.

Love.

Huh.

An even stranger concept.

You think I'm heartless? I may as well be now. And that may be a good thing, because I'll be heartless murdering Dib.

A single tear roles down my cheek. Wiping it away furriously, I stood back up, strong as ever now. I looked to my bedside table. Around asorted clutter was a photo strip. One of those stupid things you see in the mall.

The first was of him looking strangely into the camera. The second of me laughing, and he was holding his eyes in pain. The next one is us just looking at each other, and the last... I bit my lip. The last was us. Kissing. Something I'd never do again.

I'd never look into his eyes again. I'd never even get to hear his comanding voice again.

I looked by the bedside table. A glimmering weapon. It wasn't from earth. It was a gift, from him.

"Here, have this filthy thing! I have no need for it anymore! Giving this to you is merely to get rid of unwanted junk!" Zim had said when he gave it to me. But I knew he wanted me to have it, to use it in time of need. My eyes narrowed.

This was a time of need.

I fingered the weapon and picked it up. It was loaded. All it needed was a target.

A nice, big headed target.

As I walked out the door, I thought grimly to myself.

Dib wouldn't be the last. Oh, no. He'd just be the first. There would be a whole string of revenge, just waiting.

I'd avenge him. He wouldn't be forgotten. He'd be praised. He'd be remembered. I clentched my fist around the weapon as I walked down the tunnel.

But you'd better not tell a soul.

This was just the beginning of a new world.

Dib had no clue as to what he had just done.

So help me, I'll rule this freaking world with an iron fist.

I have no clue what brought me to write this. Only took me like, 5 minutes and a Hershey's kiss.

Best Wishes, Aktress.