We are the Prisoners

There's Nothing Like Static And Orajel

There's this game we play. We have yet to define a winner and loser. Yet to define the rules. All we know is that if one of us wins its over. The game can never be replayed. The end is just that, the end. Its over, finished, done forever.

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Smack! Gloved fist collided with smooth flesh. Crack! Another hand grabbed the second gloved one in mid-punch and crushed down on the bone. Neither felt the pain that made them want to whimper and cry. No, they stood with all the glory they had. Hell, Dib wanted to smile more than anything in that moment, but the forming bruise and cracked teeth didn't let him. They were both to enthralled by their battle to feel anything. It was that feeling like you're going to have all the power in the world after this. But the power wasn't the exciting thing; it was the electricity in Dib's adrenaline. It made him just want to howl! Zim felt the same. The snapping bones in his artificial hand send pain triggers along the nerves to his PAK but the jolt of the battle blocked out most of it for the time being. It was the thrill of the kill that excited the invader to no end! It was the blood lust of a great battle! An emotion he couldn't quite pinpoint. It made him jump with the anticipation of the Dib-worm's every little move. Each flicker of his throat as that human breathed had him on edge. Not that edge that had Zim scared, that edge them made him crave his opponent. Dib and Zim both felt the same. It was something indescribable but it felt like static.

"Let go of me, you stinking human!" Zim's leg began to give under Dib. His hand let loose surprisingly easy letting Zim snatch back and nurse his hand for a second but was interrupted as he ducked a punch and jumped back from a kick. Dib hooked the back of Zim's foot and he was sent sprawling onto the ground. Dib made his move. He stood with the invader under him. His a painful wicked smile dripped blood onto his victim.

"I've got you Zim, there's no where to go." He licked on his splitting lips.

"I could just roll from under you…" Zim stared at his enemy who was thinking about his smartass comment.

"I guess s-- No! Your not going anywh-" Zim rolled out. "Hey!"

"Stupid fool-boy. This isn't over!" and with those final words Zim took off into the darkness. Dib sighed as the iron flavored blood splashed over his tongue.

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"Computer, take me to the sick-bay!" Zim demanded after stepping into his trashcan elevator. The descent began and the pain in Zim's hand was setting in. He pulled off his glove carefully to inspect the damages done. "Stupid Dib-stink will pay from breaking the almighty hand of ZIM!" He looked at the obviously broken pieces and the scabbing joints. He moaned and held his hand tenderly. "Stupid fool-boy." The elevator arrived. He peeled away the contacts and flicked off his wig. "Computer, begin the body rebuilding process." Zim slid himself into a small tank filled with an Irken substance. His eyes drooped into a sort of daze as the computer began reconstructing its master.

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Dib stared into the bathroom mirror, his fingers reaching slowly for one of the broken teeth as if to sneak up on it while it slept in its sedative Orajel sleep. "Ow, ow, ow!" he hissed as his finger touched a cracked tooth. Gaz tapped her foot in the door way.

"I could rip them out."

"Yeah, and you'd like it to much."

She shrugged and stared into her GameSlave. "Well you're not man enough to," she hissed with a know-it-all tone.

God, everyone is such a smartass lately. Dib put more medication in his mouth. He squinted through his pain. Stupid Zim!

"Geez! Come here!" Gaz groan in frustration dragging her older brother out of the room and into the kitchen. "Sit!" A simple command that Dib lingered on. He hesitantly sunk into his chair. Gaz ran though the drawers. She held in her hand a pair of large tweezers the perfect size for teeth. "Open," a simple command yet again. Dib didn't move. She glided over and loomed over him, her face shadowed over leaving a dark, demon look about the girl. "Open," she once again commanded, with her free hand grabbed his jaw. He gave in, the pain was to much as it was, Gaz clamping down on a cracked tooth did not help matters. She pinched the air a few times, like a hawk circling above, before she dove down on her pray.

"OW! Fuck!"

"Whiner."

One tooth down, two to go and Gaz was talking her time extracting her brother's pain source. It was about time she doomed him again anyways.

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Chapter One o I liked the idea, its been floating in my brain for a while now. Should I continue with it? ..probably will anyways but what do you people think? After all, with out readers it's not much of a story is it?