Disclaimer: Invader Zim and related characters do not belong to me.
Warning: Contains death and torture themes.
Our Invaders
It happened instantly.
I looked into the sky, clouds quickly changing from white to black. Industrial red slowly seeping into our beautiful blue sky, staining it forever. Dark shapes lowering to the ground, their doors flying open and crashing into the earth, embedding themselves in the cement and tar we had lain down not so long ago.
Fallen onto this world, they march LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
The soldiers march from their ships in a tight and angry fashion, their heavy boots stomping onto the ground. Their dark red and black uniforms passing by us so fast, tall spear-like weapons held tightly in their three fingered hands protected by sharp metal claws curved over their own. All over the world they filled the streets, killing and crushing anything in their path, destroying all.
Millions and millions more, LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Apathy didn't fill their eyes, hate did. They hated us but knew nothing of us, but that only drove their hate. So many people were dieing, so fast you couldn't count it. I watched as families were forced to abandon their dead and run for their lives, husbands, wives, children pets lovers! All dead or left behind in the wake of the attack. Some contemplated digging graves, but no time could be spared. No time to grieve, devastated and desperate, people threw their dead into already made ditches, the only grave they could conceive.
We call them haters LEFT RIGHT
Death hole makes LEFT RIGHT
Broken traders LEFT RIGHT
Our invaders LEFT RIGHT
Everything and everyone in a panic and it was not long before the word was said and the military took to the streets. Soldiers, tanks, army's charged at the enemy, their ignorance betraying them, their bravery driving them.
We try to stand our ground, they march LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
It was too much, they knew it. We heard them yelling, chanting: "THIS IS THE END!" Fierce and overpowering us in both numbers and skill, we have not prepared for this, we've never trained for this. They've done it thousands of times.
We turn to run away, LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
I wanted to help, to do something, anything to help at all! But it was suicide. My heart sunk as I stood there watching my race, my planet fall to these demons. I needed to do something! "Don't be stupid." Words of wisdom Gaz.
There, I could see them…how? How could they just stand there and watch another race fall right before their eyes? Eyes narrowed and zipper-like teeth turned upwards into a grin, the two watched and commanded the horror all around me.
They stand there smiling LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
While were crying LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Bullets flying LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
And we're dieing LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
There was no other option, it was obey or die.
So, so now in this way - We give up, we'll kneel down and start to pray
It felt horrible, kneeling down before such a despicable race, green purple red eyes staring down at us with both disgust and triumph. Vermin…slaves…sacks of wasted meat…filthy humans. Their words stun my pride and pierced my heart with a poison arrow. Thick black poison, like their blood… I knelt in chains made of a metal not found on Earth and stared at the viscous fluid splattered across the ground in mild wonder. Not of the liquid itself, but at the though that someone actually injured one. It reminded me of a different time… he and I and our numerous fights, had I ever really hurt him? Those comforting times when we'd banter and battle in class and in the city…comforting? Yes, yes those memories were…
Gone, gone - gone are the days
Where we'd smile, and we'd laugh
And be brave
I looked around.
Now were slaves LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
"Please!" some would beg. "Don't do tha-" most were cut off, a smack to the side of the head with those spears silencing them. Those horrible black weapons were used for everything. They shot, they sliced, they hammered and crushed. A flash of bright blue was the last thing you saw before falling unconscious, if you were lucky.
Tortured LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT and taken back, they march, LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
So painful, impossible to imagine…the experiments were so horrible. But at least those had a purpose, most of the time it was just meaningless torture day and night. It was for their amusement only and held no reasonable meaning. A terrified shudder runs up my bruised spine whenever they come in the holding pens, not for them but for whatever sick twisted thought is going through their mind at the time.
Trembling LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT more than before LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
I don't want to open my eyes, I have to.
I don't want to lay on a cold metal table, I have to.
I don't want to give up hope, I have to.
Blinding.
We see their lasers LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Scarring.
Burning tazers LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Tearing.
Filthy razors LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Hunting.
Planet chasers LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Taking.
Life erasers LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Stealing.
Power tracers LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Ruling.
Death dictators LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT
Killing.
Our invaders
Authors Notes
Written in Dibs point of view of course, this was inspired and written around the song 'Our Invaders' by Hania. If it wasn't clear the story was about the invasion of the Irkens and how they killed, captured, tortured, began their rule over the human race, only one of the many races they've conquered.
I might write more if anyone wants me too, if not I'll leave it a one-shot.
Link to the song: http: /www. newgrounds. com/audio /listen/253433 Remove the spaces.
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