Prologue
It all started with a simple act of kindness. Okay, kindness isn't really my thing. Maybe pity is a better word to use when I describe this faithful act that ruined my life as I knew it. So, it all started with a simple, stupid, act of pity upon the wrong person. Actually person isn't even the right word, being is more accurate now that I think about it. Being, creature, monster, alien, whatever. Ugh, even now when things have changed so drastically, I still wonder if I should have offered help to that green idiot.
My name is Gazalene Membrane, but if anyone is dumb enough to call me Gazalene, I have no reservations about ripping their throat out. Everyone who plans on living just calls me Gaz. They call me many different things, Gaz the Destroyer, Gaz the Terrible, the doom bringer, the list goes on. At least the Antichrist likes me. No, I'm not kidding or crazy, the closest thing I've ever had to a friend is legitimately the child of Satan. His name is Pepito, and for whatever reason, he and his father both seem to be of Hispanic heritage. I'm not even completely sure of his origins, but I've met his father a few times-he's got a great sense of humor...for someone who tortures the souls of the damned for a living.
I met Pepito a little while before Zim came to Earth and for a bit, my brother, Dib, pursued him, harassing him about his odd horns, his gross skin, and his stringy mop of hair. Pepito never was bothered by this, he actually made it well known to the students and staff of our school that he was the Antichrist. He didn't mind being feared, and that's what I found bearable about him. All of the other kids wanted to play with toys and trade stickers and go outside, but Pepito and I were able to stay in our own little world. Instead of playing at recess, we would make plans of world domination and mass destruction, the mutilation of our fellow students and many others.
As for my brother, he likes to call himself a paranormal expert/investigator. He's been following leads of possible cases, usually ending in reasonable happenings that were merely blown up by the incompetent minds of people in our town. When I was younger, I was borderline abusive to him; hitting him for just about anything, ridiculing him, letting Zim have his fun and experiment on him every once in a while. I'm better now I guess, I don't really hit him unless he's being an idiot (which is most of the time), and ever since I found out Zim was really an alien, I chose not to make fun of Dib for believing in the paranormal. Dib had a freaking meltdown when Zim started attending Skool. None of our stupid peers or teachers believed Dib when he tried relentlessly to convince them that Zim was really an alien. I myself didn't believe him until I saw the so-called alien. I was in awe that even our ignorant classmates couldn't see through the cheap disguise. And if his appearance wasn't enough to rouse suspicion, his behavior surely wasn't either. Everything about him really did scream "alien", but no one but Dib, Pepito, and I knew what Zim really was. But on the other hand, Dib was the only one who really cared, he obsessed even. Not until we reached Hi-Skool did my brother finally give up hope on exposing Zim.
Ah, Hi-Skool...The newest bane of my existence. At first I thought the worst thing was the cheerleaders and the overly peppy people, and honestly, everyone at the school in general. But alas, it turned out to be Hi-Skool as a whole that made me want to set that building on fire with everyone still in it. The only classes I enjoyed even a little bit were art and theater. I assume my interest in these classes was passed down to me from my mom-god knows it didn't come from my dad. All he cares about is science and inventing things to "better the world we live in". Which at this point, I think is a lost cause. Ever since Zim failed to catch people's attention and he continued to slip by unnoticed as an alien, I gave up on the people of Earth. I don't even know why Zim bothered trying to take over such a useless place, what could we possibly have to offer?
I'm getting off track. Skool. That's what I was talking about. Skool is...Okay, I guess. It isn't my favorite thing but it keeps my mind sharp, well, sharper the everyone else's. It seems like Dib, myself, Pepito, Zim, and maybe Squee are the only people with any sort of potential in life. Now that I think of it, I haven't been at the same school as Dib and Zim since middle school-they both ended up going to a special smarty-pants school across town, while I decided I'd take the less annoying route and go to public Skool instead. I was regretting that now, the only thing, or should I say person, keeping me in school being my boyfriend, Oliver. Good lord, I've been with that kid for a long time. Three years is a long time for me at least, especially considering he's my first real boyfriend.
I've dabbled in relationships before him, even dated a girl or two just to see what it was like. But it was hard to find anyone that I could stand being around for long enough to really become...attached to them. And Oliver was the first person outside of my little circle not to annoy me constantly. I actually...liked him. And from there I even learned to love him and open up to him. I'd never done that before, and I'll admit, I was scared, I still am. I'm not sure how to trust someone when I've never had to, I've always relied on myself instead of others.
I've never felt comfortable opening up to anyone, not even Dib, to this day I still hide things from everyone. I don't trust anyone-but I want to trust Oliver. I'm known for not feeling or caring about anyone or anything. But the truth is, I do feel, and I do care...sometimes. I'm human, I do have weaknesses, and even if I resent myself for it, I'm not as cold as I'd like to be. The thing is, I don't care about the world at all, I don't care what happens to the human race-but I do care about my own little world, I care about my people, my brother, my friend, my boyfriend. I can care about them, and I'll happily let the rest of the world burn.
AN: So before we really get this story started, I want explain that the first few chapters aren't so much plot as they are just set up for the story, so bear with me, and hopefully you won't find them too boring.