Disclamer: This is a fanfic written strictly for pleasure, not for pay. Zim
belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. I think that should be sufficient for you.
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The wind was cold as it ran past Zim's face. He was so tired. He could hardly feel his legs. His heart thudded and exploded in his chest as he sucked the night air greedily. Zim dashed down the long streak of road before he ducked into an alley. He slowed his heart and strained to listen. He knew the kid was there. He was always there. Nothing could be heard though. This part of town had been silenced by age. No one lived there anymore. Even the slightest noise could be picked up by Zim's trained ears, but he heard nothing. It had probably only been his imagination...
He exhaled softly and allowed himself to relax.
"Damn that kid. I was sure I heard him."
His calm could not be savoured for long. He heard the cackle-cruel and loud- behind him. Zim spun around, and there was Trek.
"I've caught you now, Alien!" Trek spouted confidence as he pushed back his black hair.
Zim sighed and turned to the boy, his face hardening with hatred.
After so many years, Zim's hunters had really gotten impersonal. Few even bothered to learn his name. Actually, after Dib had been defeated, the war wasn't fun anymore. His offspring just didn't twinge his interest. Of course, his life was ruined anyway...
"Stop daydreaming, Alien!"
The Irken warriors head snapped up, and he snarled.
"What give's you the right to scare the hell outta me like that? I don't appreciate having to run home every night becuase of you!"
"I have to defend Earth!" Trek screamed vengefully.
"I'm not interested in yur little filthball anymore, Trek," Zim said, piercing him with a hateful stare. "There's no point trying to anymore."
"Why should I believe you? You're a no good alien!"
Zim began to mutter under his breath in his native tounge, and Trek frowned.
"What are you saying?!"
Zim turned to his adversary and smirked.
"You're just like your father, and your father's father, and his father's father, and his father before him! But you can never replace Dib!"
"Shut up! My father failed! But I won't!"
Zim fiddled with the hem of his trenchcoat.
"Oh, you won't, will you?"
"I won't!"
"That's what Dib said..." he looked up at Trek playfully, "And that's why I'm wearing his coat."
"Don't mock me!"
"I'm not mocking anyone, Trek. Just leave me alone."
"Never!"
"Fine."
Trek charged Zim, who easily overpowered and shoved the child to the ground, knocking him unconcious.
"I guess a century of added height really helps. Two feet," he smiled," The Almighty Tallest would be proud."
Zim clenched his teeth.
"No they wouldn't."
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Ok, there's the first part. I have a whole story to build on this, and I will write and post it, if you give me enough good reviews. Thanks.
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The wind was cold as it ran past Zim's face. He was so tired. He could hardly feel his legs. His heart thudded and exploded in his chest as he sucked the night air greedily. Zim dashed down the long streak of road before he ducked into an alley. He slowed his heart and strained to listen. He knew the kid was there. He was always there. Nothing could be heard though. This part of town had been silenced by age. No one lived there anymore. Even the slightest noise could be picked up by Zim's trained ears, but he heard nothing. It had probably only been his imagination...
He exhaled softly and allowed himself to relax.
"Damn that kid. I was sure I heard him."
His calm could not be savoured for long. He heard the cackle-cruel and loud- behind him. Zim spun around, and there was Trek.
"I've caught you now, Alien!" Trek spouted confidence as he pushed back his black hair.
Zim sighed and turned to the boy, his face hardening with hatred.
After so many years, Zim's hunters had really gotten impersonal. Few even bothered to learn his name. Actually, after Dib had been defeated, the war wasn't fun anymore. His offspring just didn't twinge his interest. Of course, his life was ruined anyway...
"Stop daydreaming, Alien!"
The Irken warriors head snapped up, and he snarled.
"What give's you the right to scare the hell outta me like that? I don't appreciate having to run home every night becuase of you!"
"I have to defend Earth!" Trek screamed vengefully.
"I'm not interested in yur little filthball anymore, Trek," Zim said, piercing him with a hateful stare. "There's no point trying to anymore."
"Why should I believe you? You're a no good alien!"
Zim began to mutter under his breath in his native tounge, and Trek frowned.
"What are you saying?!"
Zim turned to his adversary and smirked.
"You're just like your father, and your father's father, and his father's father, and his father before him! But you can never replace Dib!"
"Shut up! My father failed! But I won't!"
Zim fiddled with the hem of his trenchcoat.
"Oh, you won't, will you?"
"I won't!"
"That's what Dib said..." he looked up at Trek playfully, "And that's why I'm wearing his coat."
"Don't mock me!"
"I'm not mocking anyone, Trek. Just leave me alone."
"Never!"
"Fine."
Trek charged Zim, who easily overpowered and shoved the child to the ground, knocking him unconcious.
"I guess a century of added height really helps. Two feet," he smiled," The Almighty Tallest would be proud."
Zim clenched his teeth.
"No they wouldn't."
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Ok, there's the first part. I have a whole story to build on this, and I will write and post it, if you give me enough good reviews. Thanks.
