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Chapter 1: Masking Personality

"P-please, no!"

Zim hid in the shadows, watching with a plain look. Leroy drew out his claws at the Vortian, the Tallest watching from their thrones with dark grins. The Vortian was elderly, and was only taller than Zim, who barely grew over the years. "Put this slave to death for treason," ordered Tallest Red, "And throw his antlers in the correct closet as such." Leroy dragged the Vortian by the antler, the goat like creature letting out cries of mercy as he was pulled into a dark room, the door slammed shut. Zim cringed at the paining noise as he heard the Vortian being cut into pieces. He snuck out of the room as Leroy walked back in minutes later with the antlers that were now covered in blood.

The Irken walked back to the training room, met up by some other trainees, most of them sneering at him. He managed to ignore this as he walked over to two Irkens named Tak and Skoodge. "What did you see?" Skoodge, a fat male Irken, who had the same eye color as Zim, asked in an excited tone. Zim forced a smile. "He killed yet another Vortian."

"What did he bring out this time?" Tak asked him, "Its claws? It's head?

"First of all, I heard 'it' was a male," Zim said harshly, "And secondly, Leroy took out his antlers."

"That's all," said Tak who sounded disappointed, "I would suspect the Tallest telling him to bring out his legs at least."

"Guess they were being generous this time," Zim said in a sarcastic tone as a frown appeared on his face. No, his leaders weren't generous, or merciful. He hated them for that. Some other few Irkens walked over joining into the conversation. "You are so lucky you're his apprentice, Zim," Kim said, "I mean, look at you! Who on Irk would even think Leroy would choose you."

"Okay, that's enough of that, Kim," Zim growled with a fake smile.

"Does he talk about me?" Tak asked with pleading eyes. Zim looked at her questioningly. "Um…sometimes," Zim said awkwardly, "Behind your back."

"Yes!" Tak cheered softly.

The group of Irkens chattered on as Zim left the group looking out the window, seeing space. He let out a sad sigh.

What's the matter Zim?

"What do you want?" Zim said inwardly.

You know exactly what I want; an answer.

"Why should you be asking?" The Irken muttered, "You claim to be me."

These are one of those times in your life where you ask yourself, what's happening, is it not?

Zim softly growled. "I'm only a child…"

An even better reason why to question yourself.

Zim thought about this same question before. He was only a mere child; almost six to be exact. Despite this, he seemed more mature than the other trainees; that didn't matter, though. He hated being one of them, yet hid that with a strange and dark personality. He actually had…mental problems, with both his anger, and fear. He showed his anger a lot more than fear, but he felt fear more than anger. Trying to balance the two personalities was a pain. But it was who he was…

Right…?

Zim began to softly murmur a song, "All around me are familiar faces, warn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression, no expression. Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow, no tomorrow, no tomorrow…"

Zim felt tears roll down his eyes. He chuckled. The first and only Irken to ever cry was himself, or that's what everyone claimed. He once spattered a comment to one of the trainees that he saw him crying softly to himself, which earned him a beating. He hoarsely continued singing, as soft as he could.

"I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take. When people run in circles it's a very, very…mad world."

He quickly turned to the doors of the room, seeing Leroy walk into the room with an arrogant smirk on his face. All the trainees, except for Zim, were excited about their next lesson. Zim could only wear the same dull expression he's had around the crowd for most of his life.

A/N:

Its okay if you HATE Leroy. I kind of dislike him too.

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