I flew through the air, almost in slow motion. I had heard the sickening crunch, the splatter of my body liquids. The screeching tearing of sharp metal. The wind was knocked from me, and I was catapulted through the bitter midnight air. Snow fell in large, clumpy flakes, and my face had been soaked with that and tears. I clenched my jaw and braced for the fall to the ground, and when it finally came, I felt snow bite my face, the grass beneath prickly and sharp. My body melted into the ground, blood staining the untouched snow. I lay there, the cold snow and searing hot pain battling, finally letting me sleep.
But before I saw black, that one ugly thought--the one that had been inside my head for the past few hours, whispered once more.
"You are not human."
"WA-HOOO!"
I ducked suddenly, a bird's disgusting talons nearly grazing my bare green head. I fell to the floor, catching a glimpse of a…a parrot….as it crashed into the door. I heard Gir's hideous shrieking, becoming deafening as he entered the living room. He flailed his silver arms, squealing with childish delight.
"GIR!" I stood up and screamed. He plummeted into me, sending us both sailing across the floor. "The parrot! My parrot!" Gir giggled. Anger boiled within me and I tore from the squirming robot. I cringed when I saw the bird shake itself off and make a break for the open window. "GIR! You left the window open agai--"
"NOO! My parrot!" Gir extended through the air to catch the bird, but fell short. He wasted no time, and bounced to his little feet and was out the window in a flash. "GIR!" I barked. That darned robot--he was bound to get seen! I had the time on my side; it was about ten o' clock at night. Not many smelly human parasites would be out at this hour.
I grabbed my own disguise and plastered it onto my face and head, and ran for the door, snatching Gir's green dog suit. I burst out into the chilly air.
It was snowing. I hated snow. I hated rain, too--how it burned my Irken flesh. I had been applying paste to my skin everyday for protection--just in case that stinking foolboy Dib came to chase me out into the dreaded moisture.
I followed Gir's unique technological footsteps. It was a dark street, all but the street lamps. The snow fell heavily upon me, even as I dashed down the street. "Gir!" I called out. I ran and ran, and after what seemed like forever, I could hear Gir's delighted giggling.
I was past town when I heard his high-pitched screeching. I could also hear the pitiful bird's pleas for help. Ha! As if such weak cries could stop the Irken destroyer! I cackled to myself, thinking of how my death machine was tearing that bat-like thing apart!
I rounded a corner, past a huge snowy tree, and stopped dead in my tracks.
Gir was there, yes. But he wasn't playing or destroying. He was merely standing there, the parrot on his head. Even the animal was silent and still.
A gasp caught in my throat as I assessed the scene.
There was fire. And the scent of cloying burnt rubber. The metallic stink of charred metal.
There was a car, nose-first in a snowy ditch. The naked road beside it was painted with black skid marks. They swerved dramatically, leading to the corpse-like vehicle, which was the source of fire. Bits of it burned peacefully, and there were little clumps of orange light on the road, as well.
"Gir!" I barked, but he didn't move. He sat on the snow, mesmerized by the whole thing. The parrot fluffed his feathers and settled to look some more. It was creepily silent, hauntingly so.
I stepped beside Gir, the fire illuminating off of his silver-plated face. He was expressionless. The parrot's beady eyes dazed into nothing. "Gir. We need to get home." I nudged him with my hand, clutching his green suit. Offering it to him.
But instead of taking it, he rose slowly and walked straight. "Gir!" I was becoming flustered. I stomped after him, the snow hiking into my boots. The cold nipped my ankles and flared my anger further. "Gir! You get back home, now! Put on this suit! I command--" The fist gripping the suit loosened, and the fabric pooled into the snow.
I stared at Gir, my mouth agape. My nerves stopped, closed, halted.
Gir stood amongst the fire and ashes and burning rubber, holding a body in his little silver arms.
I squinted against the hot air fanning over my face. "Is that…?"
The body was mangled and dripped black blood. The arms hung limp, the thing was torn apart.
The thing was Dib.
"Gir! Put that earth monkey down! He's filthy!" I said, standing afar.
Gir looked up at me. "But Master, I think he needs a band-aid. Look." Gir rose his hand, and to my shock, it was drenched in red worm-boy liquid. I retched loudly.
"Put him down put him down put him doowwwn!" I screamed.
I silenced when I heard a frail whimper escape the pitiful mangled mass of earth child. His head turned in Gir's arms, and he feel still once more. "Master, I really think we should help him."
I blinked. "What has gotten into you, Gir? Since when are you capable of displaying hideous earthly affection to this…mumbling parasite jelly worm?"
"His big head smells like puppies. And he and Master have so much fun together."
I clenched my fists. He was what was stopping me from taking over this filthy ball of dirt planet. Why not let him simmer in his own juices and become a human-cicle? He was Dib! My arch-enemy! Nothing good ever came from him of his huge bulbous head!
"Wait a minute." I said aloud. Gir cocked his head, the fire still burning behind him. The parrot blinked stupidly.
"I could take this retched Dib to my lair, and conduct terrible experiments! Haha! Yes! See how he likes it--after all this time, he has tried to capture me, just so he can harvest my vital insides! I will see how the human race ticks, and use that against them in conquest to destroy them all mercilessly!" I pumped my fists in the air and cackled throatily as the snow fell down around us.
"Quick, Gir. Fly him home, and then come and get m--"
Gir squealed and blasted off into the sky. 'See you at home!" He left a trail of sweet purple smoke, and the parrot squawked in fright.
"Wait! Gir did you hear me?" I waved at the flying object, then snarled in defeat. I began my freezing trek home, with only the pleasurable thoughts of having Dib as my prisoner to keep me going.
Hi, guys! So yeah, I'm back...being out of my comfort zone on this one. I don't know how big of an Invader Zim fanbase there is out there, but thought I'd take a whack at it! YES, this is ZADR to the extreme. So please no harsh words. Thank you! Please remember to review!
