Hello all :p It has been a while. Sorry, school is murder DX
Okay, I am here to add a new chapter and whatnot. Glad to see you guys is enjoying it :D I apologize in advance for my terrible spelling and grammatic errors ^^' Should have been a warning at the beginning of the book

So, UPDATE TIME!

This is a cool flashback (these happen quite often in this story) that will explain some of your confusedness towards the story...but not by much cause a lot will be revealed later...

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it's still a cool chapter to read though :p


Zim and I have been enemies for years. Since I was a young kid, I've always been obsessed…no, that's too negative a word. I've been…overly excited…yeah, that's a bit better, about the Paranormal. About things science simply cannot comprehend. And having a real live alien in my school for me to take over to the labs for autopsy…well, that was too good an opportunity to pass up.

The years of chasing Zim and having him caught once or twice only for him to escape. Or having evidence to send in to the Swollen Eyeball, but having his idiotic robot ruin it in some way. These years almost seemed to fly by. And when it came time to go to college, I wonder what would become of him. Would he follow me? I hoped he would. Even though two years after having Zim on Earth, I began to realize he was a bit of a moron and didn't seem capable of taking over the world at any point, there was always the off chance he would accidently do it.

True to Zim form, Zim was accepted (somehow) into the same university I was planning to attend. This was perfect! And his dorm was only a few doorways away from mine. Even better! Zim would certainly slip up in some way or form and it would be all over for him.

I remembered seeing him in the lecturing hall the first day here at the University. Paranormal Studies was not offered here, something I think my dad planned for in all honesty, so I was forced to take Medical Sciences and Physics instead. Zim, in his attempt to keep an eye on me, took the same subjects. What a retard. No way in hell will he be able to keep up with us.

Zim had changed his normal alien uniform slightly, in his attempt to fit in further. His awful disguise remained. The thing I found most bizarre about him now was his height. He was short for years. I remember being back in the final year of High School and seeing this shrimpy looking green skinned character stalk the old school hallways.

But now, he was the same height as me! I first suspected maybe something about being on Earth changed his make-up in a way to help him survive. This was proven wrong when GIR mentioned to me once that Zim just did that to himself through some strange mutation formula in order to better fit in for college. Figures.

Zim still hated me. And dammit, I still hated him. We got into frequent fights in college, evens starting a full on war in the lunchroom one day. We both nearly got expelled over it, but my dad managed to convince the Head Master it was an accident. I have this strange feeling he might have been using some mind control device thing on the Head Master…not too sure.

Yes. Zim and I were always going to be enemies. No matter what…

Or so I thought.

Zim went screaming down the columned hallway one afternoon. I looked up from my Medical Journal, sitting in the garden just outside the college. Zim stumbled down the cobble stairway in front of me, a crowd of football jocks right behind him, water guns in hand. Zim's skin was still sensitive to water. God, it was hilarious to use that weakness against him. But today, the jocks were being merciless. Zim hit the stone in agony, more bruises and blood drowning him than the stinging burns he was getting from being wet. I gave a look, wondering what had happened for the jocks to beat the living shit out of the moronic alien. Zim tried pushing himself up as the four jocks stopped behind him, laughing. Zim fell back down, his jaw hitting the edge of the stair, giving a sickening crack. He howled in utter strain, me giving a look as my eyes squinted. That had got to have hurt.

The jocks laughed as their sides split. This was beyond funny. Picking on the weaklings in college was what these boneheads lived for. And today, Zim was on the hit list. But this was no ordinary pummelling. This was more serious. The boys were out to seriously injure the poor alien. It was perhaps because he was the least popular person in the school. Because he was not well liked by most. Because of how he would constantly insult the football team. Looks like they had had enough of it and sent their three toughest men to teach Zim a new meaning for the word pain.

One of the men kicked Zim hard from the side, knocking the alien onto his back. Zim's eyes shot open as he moaned, trying to hold back the throat ripping screams his mind was demanding to be let free. His body was being broken by these brutes and he all his medical supplies was at his base fifty five miles away from the college. Damn, the alien was in trouble now.

"So, nerd. Ready to be crowned out Most Broken Retard of the week?" the other two said as they neared him and their Neanderthal friends.

Zim looked at them, holding back the pain filled tears in his eyes. He coughed as blood ruptured from his mouth.

"We'll take that as a yes!"

They all tackled him they would the stuffed dummies they practised on. And those dummies were trashed by the time they were done with them. I could see Zim's legs twitch and his fingers scrap against the stone as he tried to get away.

And something within me, that little bit of humanity I suppose, felt bad for him. Zim is my enemy. He always will be. And God, how I love to see him in pain, getting what he deserves. But this? This wasn't right. I've been victim to a numerous amount of bullying in my lifetime, but this looked like murder from the way those jocks were beating him. Damn steroid filled jocks!

I was not going to just watch and let this go on. If anyone was going to get Zim back for messing with the human race, it was going to be me, dammit!

I stood from where I as was sitting and threw the journal at one of the jocks. He gave an angry Bull sort of look and turned to see the crazed maniac with a death wish who threw that…and saw me.

"Leave the freak. We've got a new target, men!" he howled.

The three still pummelling Zim listened to their boss man and abandoned the alien, coming after me.

I jumped from my bench and went running, the jocks just behind me. Zim lay there, passed out as green blood dripped from various parts of his body.

I would come back for him later…if I felt like it…or if I was still alive. I had half a plan at this point in time, the main part of it being run as fast as my weak legs could!

Because of all those years of chasing after Zim, I was pretty damn fast, and these rather flabby jocks were struggling to keep up. But they were out for my blood now and a little bit of exhaustion wasn't going to stop them.

I took a sharp corner, heading straight for the field. I was praying my guess was right. Please…let my guess be right! PLEASE!

YES!

I shot through the field, my lungs burning now as the jocks began catching up. But their pace slowed to that of a snail as I continued to shot forwards. The jocks changed their direction and completely forgot about me.

Today was Tuesday…the day the cheerleaders are out on the field practising for the up incoming Regionals.

And those meatheads lived to impress the beautiful woman on our team.

With their attention and overall chase stopped for the moment, I took a shortcut under the stands we cheered our sports teams on and headed back to the stairway, not a scrap on me. After all these years, I had become a pro at avoiding injures now. Maybe I'll write a book one day.

Zim lay completely unconscious on the varying coloured stone stairway, his body looking like it had been through a wood chipper.

I knelt down, wondering whether or not to help him. I didn't really want to. I mean, it was Zim we were talking about here. He was probably about to wake up and start attacking me for some unknown reason.

But I must admit, I've never seen him this injured before. I've seen his eyes popped out of his head. I've seen him underneath that space ship of his.

Yet this was different. He was completely destroyed.

I sighed, knowing this was an idiotic idea and placed one of his arms over my shoulder, picking him up and taking him over to my room.

First Aid was the first thing I learnt while doing medicine here. Today, it didn't seem to be enough. Zim needed stitches. He needed his knees, jaw and shoulder to be popped back into place. He needed an entire case of bandages to stop the bleeding, let alone secure the alien's broken ribs and one of his ankles.

And after two hours of hard work, he look like a broken doll wrapped up here and there when a child tries to keep her favourite toy in one piece, even though it's beyond repair.

With nothing more I could do, I took him over to his room (I had stolen his key once and made a clone for myself) and left him to rest on his bed. That was all I really could do for him at that point in time.

And that night, I did not sleep, my mind foolishly wondering how the alien was. Wondering if I should go and see how he was doing. Wondering if he would survive. Wondering if I'd ever have him chase after me.

When my mind eventually shut up and my eyes shut for about an hour, I was awakened by a small knock on my door.

I groaned, not happy about being woken up, but managed to throw my legs over the bed in an effort, going to tell the stranger by my door to go away.

I unlocked the door, rubbing my eyes as I stood in my stripped boxers and loose T-shirt and opened it up, looking at the college student before me. My eyes shot open as a drained looking Zim stood before me.

"Zim?" my voice muttered.

Zim looked displeased as he stood before me. He gave a look, his voice broken and his words coming out in an almost gibberish, his broken jaw not helping, "You made a foolish mistake helping me today instead of leaving me to die, Dib-Worm! So, when I take over you pathetic species, they will blame you for your foolish error! And I will both laugh at you and thank you for supporting the Irken cause!"

With that, he hobbled back over to his room.

I gave a strange look to myself as I watched him, "I think that's his way of thanking me."


Yeah...I could see Zim doing that (3

R&R all! And I will see you during the weekend...if I'm alive X_X