BEFORE
THIS IS THE BACK ROUND OF MY STORY, A LIFE OF LIES. IT'S GOING TO EXPLAIN ZIMS LIFE BEFORE EARTH.
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It was dark. Zim huddled in fear. Fear of what the Tallests might do to him. Although he still wasn't sure of what he actually did, he was being punished. Red came in, he blood colored eyes glittering in the darkness, with Purple standing next to him. "We've decided what we're going to do with you, Zim. You will be deactavated." Red growled. No! I don't want to die yet! I don't even know what I did wrong! And I didn't get to say good bye to Ileen! He thought, fighting back the fear that threatened to overtake him. "Come." Purple hissed, becoming Zim with his clawed hand. Zim got up and followed, knowing if he tried to run, he would be publicly deactavated, which would just be embarrassing; having the whole Irken race hear you scream with pain, and cry like some deranged smeet. Wires came out of the wall once they entered a small room, and connected to his PAK. He waited to feel the pain that would end his life. Nothing came. Then there was a huge flash and a shock pulsed through his body. "Ahhh!" he heard Purple screamed as the light shone into his sensitive eyes. Purple's eyes were much weaker then Red's and Zim's. "Arrest him!" Zim heard Red yell, and knew he was talking about him. He didn't struggle when a few soldiers dragged him away. The next thing he knew, he was laying on a hard, cold, concrete floor. He had bruises and burns and a raging head ach. It took him a few moments before relized where he was. He was a jail cell on planet Vort. He looked across the hall and saw a Vortain glaring at with as much hatred as Red and Purple put together. Next to the Vortain's cell was a Meekrob. On the other side of the Vortain was some strange creature that looked like some upside-down floating cone that looked too stupid to know he was in prison. "Hey! The new jail guard is awake!" the floating cone exclaimed. Zim looked around. "What new guard?" he asked, still looking around. "you." The Vortain answered, bitterness poisoning his voice. "Me? Zim is not a guard." He corrected. "Zim? What kind of name is that!" the Vortain laughed. The floating cone joined in with the laughing, not knowing what the Vortain was laughing at. "Don't laugh at me! I am the mighty ZIM!" Zim yelled, trying to stand. But he only fell flat on his face. "Be quiet! Honestly, you Irkens are too full of yourselves." The Meekrob sighed. "Hey! All of you be quiet! No yelling! We are in lockdown because of new and dangerous prisoner just woke up." A guard spat, pointing at Zim as he said 'new and dangerous prisoner'.
The next day, Zim woke up because he felt a hash hit. "Ow!" he yelped. He looked up and saw several guards standing over him, but still outside the prison cell. Each one held a taser, a smoking metal stick, or a torch. Zim blinked at them as they parted and Red and Purple walked in. Red was holding a laser, which wasn't much of a surprise to Zim, and Purple held a taser. "Now Zim, I hope you like pain." Purple hissed. Pain? Haven't I been hurt enough? He thought. But then, to much of his surprise, Red lunged at him and shot him with the laser. Purple and the others joined in. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Zim screamed with the pain. Each hit just got more and more violent. He wasn't sure how long he was being beaten. When they left, someone else walked in. someone he knew well. Zim looked up, warm and sticky blood dripping from a long and deep cut on the side of his head that went from his right antennae to his chin. From a cut above his eyes, blood dripped, making a long stream of it in-between his eyes. A puddle of blood formed below him as he looked in Ileen's purple eyes. "You betray me! I trusted you! I thought you said you would never do anything to hurt me or any Irken! But you killed him! You killed my best friends! You killed almost every Irken on Irk!" Ileen screamed at him."No! I didn't mean to! I never meant to hurt anyone! It was a mistake! I…it…no…please…" zim stammered tears falling faster now. "No! You're lying! I know you are! You never liked Spork! Or Miyuky! Or anyone but yourself! You're a selfish, uncaring, DEFECTIVE!" The girl screamed. "No…I didn't…I love you…please…forgive me….please…." Zim's voice trailed away and the shadow of the girl left. "No…" he whimpered his voice barley more then a whisper. "pain…the one who tells my life…hurt…..the love of pain…fear…their follower…lonely…born of fear and darkness…darkness…engulfing all the love…cold…so cold…freezing my heart…death…the final stage. And the happiest…the love I lost…along with all hope…the trust that died…with me…." He whispered to himself. He looked up again and saw the Vortain and floating cone looked at him, but not with hostility, but with confusion and concern. "Are you okay?" the Vortain asked when he saw Zim looking at him. "No, I never was, and im never going to be." Zim sighed. "Awww. Everyone's okay sometimes!" the floating cone whined, for once not looking happy or wearing some stupid smile on his face. "What did you do? Why did the Tallests beat you up like that? Who was that girl?" the Vortain asked. Before Zim could answer, the Meekrob spoke up. "Well, im guessing from his reaction to her screaming at him and him saying, 'No…I didn't…I love you…please…forgive me….please….', that she was his girlfriend. Am I right?" he asked. "Yes. She was. But now she probably wants me dead like the rest of Irk." Zim spat. "But what did you do to make Irk so mad at you?" the Vortain pressed, his fists wrapped around the cold bars of his cell, and face pressed up against it. "I don't really know. I guess it's because I was stupid enough to make some creature that killed Tallest Spork and Miyuki. And because im a defective." Zim answered saddly, slowly sitting up and wiping the blood off his face. "How are you a defective? You act like all the other Irkens! You're too full of yourself, you act like a jerk, you have that PAK thingy on your back, and you're a complete id…." The Vortain began, but they stopped. "I was naturally born and don't worry, I don't blame you for saying Irkens are jerks." Zim said, wincing as a fly landed on the cut above his eye. "Oh. Ok. By the way, im Lard Nar."