A/N: Mr. A, This is your story X) I'm not sure how long it's going to be though.
Disclaimer: Invader Zim is not mine XP
Zim looked up at the mugger with wide eyes. A gun was pointed at his head while a guy in a ski mask yelled at him. He had been cornered into a dark alley by this guy, Zim not wanting to give away the fact that he wasn't human, he had to oblige.
Zim honestly couldn't move, he was paralyzed with this… weird sensation that spread though out his body and made him feel cold, causing him to freeze up and not know what to do.
He blinked out of his shock as he growled and ripped off his wig and contacts and snarled at his attacker.
With wide eyes the mugger shot at him three times and made a run for it.
The bullet wounds went unnoticed to Zim as he let instinct take over.
His PAK legs ejected and made him faster than the mugger.
Just before the mugger made it out of the streets, Zim grabbed a hold of him and yanked him back.
With his back to the street, he began to torture his attacker, pinning its hands and legs down with his PAK legs and ripping the gun out of his hand.
"No one messes with Zim and gets away with it." He kept snarling at his attacker as it screamed out in agony, with the bullet wounds that Zim was giving him.
When Zim bent down to check the pulse of this buffoon, he found that it was weak.
That's when realization hit him hard… this guy shot at him.
He looked down at himself to see that his blood was pouring out of the wounds on his shoulder, stomach and leg.
Zim had learned to ignore pain a long time ago, but he knew that he had to get these things attended.
His PAK legs walking for him, he walked over to where he had thrown his diguese and dust4ed it off before putting it back on him, he looked down at the gun that was still in his hand and chucked it next to the body in disgust.
Turning back to the wall he started to climb it so that he was on the roof top. He searched for his glowing green house from there and saw that it was too far away, and he knew that he wasn't going to last long in his condition, he needed help.
He looked around and saw that he had no other option. He would have to ask his enemy for help, it was the closest shelter that he could find.
He was starting to feel weak as he jumped from building to building until Dibs house was right there, making sure that his disguise was well put on, he jumped to the front door, his PAK legs immediately going back into the PAK.
He hated the thought of asking the Dib-Stink for help but he really had no idea how else he was going to do this, his base was so far away. He knocked on the door forcefully and felt himself slump against it.
The door opened and he fell on top of whoever it was that opened the door. Zim was starting to see stars. "Help me." He muttered as his vision went black.
"Zim?" was the last thing he heard before he passed out.
To say that Gaz was disgusted was an understatement, Zim had fallen on top of her and she was now covered with blood, she felt her temper flare as she pushed him off and stood back up.
She looked down at Zim and saw that he was injured. With a sigh, she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to the tiled floor of the kitchen so that the carpeted floor wouldn't have any blood stains.
She took a good look at him and felt pity for him, sure she was sure that if she was in his position, he would have just left her to die, but what people didn't know about Gaz, was the she had a heart… and it was rare when she chose to let it shine… this was one of those rare moments.
She left the kitchen to walk down to her father's laboratory where he kept his tools.
Taking her sweet time she grabbed them and walked back up the stairs and back to the kitchen, setting the tools next to Zim. "You owe me." She growled at him as she went to work on his injuries.