Diseased
11/20/01
Summery: ok, so i pulled the idea that was swimming in
my head and tried to put it down on paper.....this is
just off the top of my head, first draft thing. PLEASE
BE BRUTALLY HONEST WITH ME!! please?
*~~~~~~~*
Urm stood a good two feet taller than Zim, looking
down at the disgustingly short Irkan with hardened
crimson eyes. He stated coldly that he had been
assigned to Herra-7B9 and would be leaving immedietly.
Zim's face scrunched up in a pitiful display of what
was known as sadness, looking away. Urm remembered
when Zim's eyes wouldnt leave his, when they would sit
for hours and hours....just.....staring into....
He shook the memory away. That was cycles ago, and
Urm had lost intrest when he found out that Zim was
not going to get any taller any time soon. Irkans
grew in size with experience and skill. He had no
feelings for this small, fragile, child.
Zim turned his back on Urm, head down dejectedly. He
muttered goodbye.
The taller Irkan felt pain inside his chest, and
suddenly wanted to turn Zim around....
Instead he also turned on his heel and dissapeared
inside the craft. Looking back out the window, he saw
Zim was no longer there.
*~~~~~~*
The smaller Irkan hurt inside. He knew it was
considered weak, but he had felt....something for Urm.
He wasnt sure what it was, but he now knew why the
feeling was looked down upon; it had the power to hurt
you, debilitate you, leave you helpless and afraid.
He now knew for sure he would never amount to the
expectations of the Tallest. Not only was he short and
unskilled, but he also had this....disease eating
inside him. Zim wondered if he was to die.....
No. He was Irkan. He was an Invader! He had been born
destined to greatness! Born to bring DOOM to his
helpless victims! Slowly he tried to override the
pain inside him, tried to think clearly.
If he could not succeed in one way, then he must
succeed in another. How could he persuade the Tallest
that he, Zim, was worthy of the title Invader? Wait!
That's it! This disease inside him, he would give it
to them!! He would try and copy the rituals that Urm
preformed; the body movements, the intricate play of
words...
The short Irkan smiled. He *would* prove himself
better. No matter what he had to do, who he had to
hurt, he would be dubbed an Invader.
--end--
11/20/01
Summery: ok, so i pulled the idea that was swimming in
my head and tried to put it down on paper.....this is
just off the top of my head, first draft thing. PLEASE
BE BRUTALLY HONEST WITH ME!! please?
*~~~~~~~*
Urm stood a good two feet taller than Zim, looking
down at the disgustingly short Irkan with hardened
crimson eyes. He stated coldly that he had been
assigned to Herra-7B9 and would be leaving immedietly.
Zim's face scrunched up in a pitiful display of what
was known as sadness, looking away. Urm remembered
when Zim's eyes wouldnt leave his, when they would sit
for hours and hours....just.....staring into....
He shook the memory away. That was cycles ago, and
Urm had lost intrest when he found out that Zim was
not going to get any taller any time soon. Irkans
grew in size with experience and skill. He had no
feelings for this small, fragile, child.
Zim turned his back on Urm, head down dejectedly. He
muttered goodbye.
The taller Irkan felt pain inside his chest, and
suddenly wanted to turn Zim around....
Instead he also turned on his heel and dissapeared
inside the craft. Looking back out the window, he saw
Zim was no longer there.
*~~~~~~*
The smaller Irkan hurt inside. He knew it was
considered weak, but he had felt....something for Urm.
He wasnt sure what it was, but he now knew why the
feeling was looked down upon; it had the power to hurt
you, debilitate you, leave you helpless and afraid.
He now knew for sure he would never amount to the
expectations of the Tallest. Not only was he short and
unskilled, but he also had this....disease eating
inside him. Zim wondered if he was to die.....
No. He was Irkan. He was an Invader! He had been born
destined to greatness! Born to bring DOOM to his
helpless victims! Slowly he tried to override the
pain inside him, tried to think clearly.
If he could not succeed in one way, then he must
succeed in another. How could he persuade the Tallest
that he, Zim, was worthy of the title Invader? Wait!
That's it! This disease inside him, he would give it
to them!! He would try and copy the rituals that Urm
preformed; the body movements, the intricate play of
words...
The short Irkan smiled. He *would* prove himself
better. No matter what he had to do, who he had to
hurt, he would be dubbed an Invader.
--end--