The mocking bird project.
A fanfiction by Dark Destiny.
I do not own Any of the invader Zim characters
I do own my imagination and the characters that emerge from it
spelling errors have been spell checked (twice) and all those that remain are from my
weak spelling oriented brain.

Herm.. long time no fics from the insane little (now 15 year old) Dark Jaguar right? This
is going to my first and most likely last horror mystery fic. I know everything that will
happen so it will be done with in a few weeks if I can move my lazy butt..


Hush little baby don't say a word
mamas gonna buy you a mocking bird,
and if that mocking bird don't sing .....


It's funny how your life can change in a blink of an eye. One moment, one flash of insight
and you aren't the person you were before. My life changed in one short moment. Only
now do I know how insignificant such moments were to me.. before.. before I knew... I
am 21 now, but when that moment happened I was only 18. I am now in the prime of my
life. A time others have and will look back on as the years that gave them the most
important memories of their lives. The years and memories I wont get to have. 3 years
ago my life changed. 3 years ago one bright and sunny spring day.. a day when the sun's
bright rays couldn't vanish the horrors lurking just around the bend. My name is Giz and
this is the story of The mocking bird project. A tale of many lives intertwined, but mostly
a tale of one bright day that changed one life. My life. I was on my way to work that
day.....

A teenage girl stood on a corner waiting. She was dressed in a gray long sleeved
black striped shirt. Over that she wore a long high tight-necked sleeveless black dress,
that ended a few inches above her knees. Under the dress she wore a pair of tight gray
black striped stockings.
She was waiting for a stubborn light to change so she could cross the street and get to the
book store that was her food her air her very life, as well as her job. She wasn't alone in
her impatient waiting. Two children stood behind her. She wasn't looking at them, her
attention was fixed in the book she held with one hand close to her face. The only way
she even knew of the two children's existence was from the corner of her eye. As well as
the fact that the boy child was chattering away about something she couldn't careless
about. The girl child seemed to be as ingrossed as she was in a game system that gave off
some soft beeping sounds She too appeared not to be able to care less about the boy's
ranting.
Giz had herd the words, green evil and alien, before she had shut out the annoying noise.
The light changed and the children began to walk forward, each oblivious in their own
world. oblivious to the smell of burning rubber and the sound of a roaring engine. Giz's
free hand automatically shot out and snatched the two children by the collars. She
snatched them backwards just as quickly, as a red convertible raced by milliseconds after,
its laughing teenage boys none the wiser to their escaped jail time. Giz sighed her eyes
had not strayed from their spot in their spot in her book. She started to cross the street in a
leisurely stroll. The children stood silent for a moment. Then the boy raced after her. The
girl just crossed the road as slowly as Giz was.
"Hey! Miss! Hey miss!" he shouted at her. She finally stooped on the other side of the
road and lowered her book. The boy was staring at her in awe. As if his life had been
saved by her or something. She squinted one eye and scowled. His sister had just caught
up and for the first time she too paused her game to scowl as well. Giz tilted her head
taking in for the first time the two kids. One wore a trench coat with freaky hair and a pair
of glasses, the other had purple hair wore a black dress and outfit similar to her own.
her opinions were cemented instantly both were crazy, and both were wasting her
valuable reading time.
"what" was her quipped reply to their stare and glare
"Y-you saved our lives!" the boy stammered'
"so?" she asked as she started to walk away
"Wait! I mean.. At least tell us your name? "
"Giz" She walked faster. The boy hadn't noticed that his sister had begun walking away
as well.
"well... My names Dib. Dib Membrane and That's my sister Gaz!" Dib shouted at her
retreating form.
Her mind froze as her body walked onward.
Gaz? Dib? why were those names so familiar. The girl, she too had seemed familiar.. as
if.. as if she knew them. Even if they were crazy she knew them somehow.. If only she
could remember from where. Shrugging the feeling off she walked to the safety of her
book store... 'We sell words on paper bound together!'
Hours later she had clocked out and begun the walk home. All day the feeling had nagged
at her. She had tried to drown it in a sea of literature, but even that had slowly fell to the
rising tide of this feeling, like a sand castle's walls to the seas crashing waves. Now the
feeling itched like poison ivy, and stung like a bee's venomous barb. She scowled as she
had scowled all day, this scowl her deepest so far, and quickly walked home.

Apon arriving she pulled out her key and opened the locked door. She didn't bother
to call out a greeting. no one was home to hear it, save maybe the ghosts in the attic. They
never answered anyway. Her Dad was not home, he never was. Her brother had been
smart and moved out years ago. Her mother had died in some sort of science related
accident. That's what her father told her after Giz begged him for years to say anything
about her. Her father did not even have a picture to give to her.

She never really knew her mother. There was only a dream. A dream she never
fully knew. She was very small but her brother had been there. They had been standing
together in a park. Her small hand was wrapped in his. It was spring and the soft green of
the tall grass could almost be smelt in the crisp air. there were cherry trees blossoming all
around, and a gentle breeze lifted the loose petals to fall like a sweet smelling rain on
their heads. She caught one in her open hand and stared at it for a moment. Then her head
snapped up, her eyes searching searching.... then they found what they were looking for.
A woman stood in the bright sunlight, but for some reason Giz could see nothing but a
shadow. She ran towards the women, her hand breaking free of her brother's protective
grasp. Her brother cried out trying to stop her. She didn't heed his cry. The
shadow quickly withdrew from the figure the women, revealing a scientist's garb. the
shadow kept disappearing showing more and more detail, but it grew darker in one place.
The women's face. The women reached out and caught Giz holding her tight.

Then her mother faded. vanished from her as she grasped the air where she had been. She
looked up and her mother was with someone else a person she couldn't see. She ran again
after her mother tears falling like crystals from her face and shining in the perfect
sunshine. But her mother turned away from her, and left with the shadowy figure leaving
her alone in the sunlight.

The perfect shimmering spring sunlight.

She hated sunlight.

When she was small she had never been given a birthday present or party Christmas was
unheard of, all holidays were. in fact it was not until third grade that she even knew
that such things existed. She had rushed home, and waited all evening in excitement,
wanting to talk birthdays, but most of all to have one. Her dad had come home and she
had rushed over to him and pulled on his starched white coat
"Daddy! daddy! Can I have a birthday party! with clowns, a-and ponies, a-a-a-and pin the
tale on the donkey?!?! Her dad had recoiled as if bit, staring at her like she had two heads.
He then frowned and as if she had never said a word marched off into the bowls of his
lab. She had waited weeks for an answer, a hope of joy lingering as the light in her eyes
dimmed. Finally one day she had awoken to a small gift wrapped in yellow paper with
birthday cakes on it and a bright red bow. wordless joy had filled her as she carefully and
meticulously un tied the bow, and carefully lifting the tape so as not to harm the paper. It
wasn't well wrapped, and it was sort of messy, but she didn't care. Carefully she had
opened the box and lifted out the gift inside. It was a locket in the shape of a bat. The
locket she wore to this day. A note written in messy childish hand writing had said
happy birth day Giz.
Love Dad.
Giz instantly knew it was a lie. Dad had not given her this gift. He had forgotten her as
he always did. This gift instead of making her happy had crushed the remaining hope for
love in her. She had grown bitter and sad withdrawing from every one even her brother.
though she had given him a hug that day. The last one she would ever give.
She walked now through the living room, into the kitchen and poured some canned soup
in a bowl. Staring at the glopy premade mess, images of the girl flashed through her head.
Gaz.. Her name was Gaz. Purple hair but no glasses a dress and outfit so similar so
similar. She opened her locket. In it was a picture of her self age 10. similar similar.
It was her! The same hair the same face! Rounder, more childish then her own now but..
only.. Wait it wasn't. Her own hair was redder, and she had glasses, but there was no
mistaking it. Gaz was Giz at age ten.
In horror Giz ripped the locket off herself. Throwing it across the room, where it hit the
wall and fell downward. somehow, as if to prove the truth it held, it didn't break. Giz felt
like screaming but somehow words wouldn't come from her open mouth. No no no.. Her
brain was screaming her soul was denying it. she was imagining it. The girl didn't
actually look anything like her. Her mind had wrapped the truth somehow. She knew
what she had to do. She could call the sane one. The one who would easily push away her
irrational hallucinations.
Dab.
Dab her brother would know. She picked up the phone and
dialed the number.
"hello you have reached the medical offices of Dab Cerebrum. The office is closed now
please leave your contacting information and we will set up and appointment."
Giz let the phone drop to the floor, as she slid downward with it. As she rested there a
numbness spread through her body as she realized something. Dib. The bigheaded boy
looked and sounded like her brother. Was this some kind of sick joke? was she dreaming.
Wrong wrong. wrong. It was wrong. yet somehow something in her knew. She knew that
is was true.
Her mother was alive. Her father had lied. Once again her pea brain twit of a Father had
lied to her, about the one true thing that had mattered. Her mother was alive, and had
remarried.
Giz's eyes narrowed to dangerously thin slits. She would kill that lying-" her thoughts
were cut off by a knock at the door. She got up and placed the phone back on it's receiver.
She walked over to where she had thrown the locket and picked it up, now cradling it
protectively in one pale hand. Her eyes still squinted but her mouth a firm neutral line,

Giz walked to the door and opened it. Outside stood a small young child dressed in the
local butterfly scouts outfit holding a box of pre-made cookies. Giz leaned her head out
and looked left then right. The girl was alone.
"HIII ma'am would you like to by a box of honey sweet ginger bread home made just like
grandma's tasty butterfly scout cookies?!" Giz opened one squinted eye slightly and let
one side of her mouth slip into a frown as she tilted her head.
"didn't your parents ever tell you not to go out alone. Someone could decide they don't
like you and you would never see the light of day or anything ever again." Giz said softly.
She wasn't just saying this to scare the.. girl. She really did think the parents of it were
quite stupid to send their daughter out into a strange neighborhood where some freak
could decide to do horrible things to her.
The girls happy smile turned into a scared frown with eyes that threaten to shower Giz in
unwanted emotion and wetness.
"Yes, I would like to buy a box." Giz took out her wallet grabbed more then enough cash
from what the box's price said, and exchanged it for the box in the girls now shaking
hands. Giz stepped back into her house, closed the door, and opened the box. She
removed a dry almost flavorless cookie and munched on it as she walked up the stairs to
her room.

She had already begun to plan her revenge and quest for knowledge. First the knowledge
then the vengeance. She opened the plain white door to her room. It was a square shaped
room, with four equal walls, and two windows. The windows were located in the centers
of the right hand wall and the wall directly in front of the door. The walls themselfs were
a soft gray the carpet a darker gray, and the two windows were white framed, with double
panes and simple blinds for privacy. All were clean and unadorned.
Inside was a single person plain white bed with a single pillow. The sheets comforter and
pillow case were all black, and the metal gate-like back board was also.
The bed was tucked against the left hand wall in the far corner next to the window The
wooden nightstand next to her bed stood under the window and had a single normal
looking lamp and a simple black eyeglass casse on top of it. A dark wooden bookshelf
full of books arranged in groups by genre took up part the on the right side of the window
infront of her. The last part of her room held a dresser on the right wall of dark wood, a
computer chair, desk, and the computer it's self, with a scanner printer and CD burner
in there proper places. The dresser held her clothing, and on top was her portable CD
player CD holder and a normal stationary CD player. A hamper for her clothing was
tucked between the book case and dresser.
Giz walked calmly over to her computer, pulled her chair out and sat down. She placed
the box of cookies on an empty spot on the desk, of which multiple were available and
got to work.
"First things first" she whispered out loud to her self. "find out exactly who these
Membrane children are."
Surprisingly when she typed in Membrane in her personal favorite person search program
hundreds of pages came up.
Most were labeled Professor membrane, and Poking the membrane of science.
She had heard of the show before. The theories were advanced but the show was set for
little children who would never get it. therefore Giz's brain deemed it stupid and
pointless and cast the information away. Now it seemed quite vital. She clicked a hopeful
link that read "The professor; a history in science." That should tell her if this man and
the two children out of her nightmares were linked.

The web page was fan created but had a side frame index and a fairly interesting layout.
The options mostly skipped throughout the deferent time periods of life in buttons that
read:
Birth of the legend
toddler hood with a genius
conquering kindergarten through science
The Membrane way to skip grades
High skool at age 9
collage at age 10
That was it. Gaz scowled nothing past age twelve. she moved her mouse towards the back
button and was about to click, when something caught her eye.
it was a word, a few spaces under the last paragraph of information. it was the simple
word:

now

She moved her mouse over it and clicked.

A new page sprung up.The first words read: "congratulations future scientist you have
found the hidden link !" .. Giz rolled her eyes at that. it continued. "This is the most
modern information we could gather. Information so hard to obtain it is a secret. " This
perked Giz's curiosity.
"while no one can yet attain the professor's age some facts are available
he has two children.
A son between the ages of 12 and 10
A daughter about one year younger
profile Dib: a boy with an interest in the paranormal science field that the professor has
called a "phase" and awaits the day his son will give up his foolishness insanity and join
him in REAL SCIENCE!
Profile Gaz. We attempted to gain knowledge about this girl and received several black
eyes for our efforts.
both children are enrolled in their local public skool, their teachers are miss Bitters and
Mr. Elliot.
The professor has an avid interest in ventriloquism--- "Giz scanned the page. The rest
was mindless dribble about Membrane's hobbies and interest. Nothing more about the
two enigmatic children or a wife. sighing deeply Giz decided she would have to do the
logical thing in this situation. She would not confront the children. If their mother was
who Giz though she was, Giz didn't want to scar them for life with a confrontation. First
she would follow up the leads given to her at the only local skool she knew of. The
horrible over crowded torture chamber she had escaped so many years ago. Suppressing a
shudder, Giz walked to her dresser. From her top shelf she removed a hand held recorder
and her laptop, as well as various other equipment she might need from the level of her
laptop to something as primitive as a pencil and paper.
placing all the items in the shoulder strap carrier she had bought for it all in the days
when she dreamed of being a reporter, Giz grabbed the box of cookies from it's place and
began to munch on the bland yet some how sweet snack. As she left her room she hit the
light switch that turned off her computer and all the things connected to it. Right before
she did 4 words flashed on the screen forming a hyperlink. As the screen faded the words
faded too.

The mocking bird project.

As Giz stepped out of her house there was no one to
say good-bye too. As if to rebel against this fact an almost silent good-bye slipped from
her lips. She was too far away to hear it but from the attic an answered echoed.
"Farewell."