Okay! It's the 2nd Chapter! I want to thank everyone for their reviews! I could just hug you all. I never imagined I would get that many after just one day! I think that this story is pretty much just drama right now.. I don't think it fits into any other category, really. Oh, and I changed my settings so that I can get anonymous reviews. Sorry about that, I didn't know it was on.
Chapter 2 - Plasmatic Toxicity
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Dib's vision was darkening. He stared up at the Irken Invader, letting out a soft moan of pain as he tried to focus. Zim looked afraid, then confused, then finally.. angry. He lowered himself and pulled Dib to his feet. The human trembled as his knees started to buckle under him again. He felt weak, he didn't want to move.
"Zim," he started slowly, grabbing one of Zim's arms for support as he started to sink to the floor again. The alien recoiled slightly at his touch, but dragged him out of the mess and into the hallway.
"What in the name of the Cosmic Fish did you think you were doing, you foolish Earth-boy?!" He barked the question at the human as he propped him up against the wall. Dib could see his reflection in those bulbous red eyes. He tried, but couldn't manage to answer. Zim reached behind himself to pull a piece of cloth out of his PAK. He glared at the Dib-creature with utmost loathing as he started to whipe away the remainder of the liquid that was on Dib's clothes.
"I.. it w-wasn't my fault," Dib said weakly, his body shaking.
"Dib," the alien said calmly, "there is a very good reason that I do not allow anyone inside my base uninvited." He was burning with anger, despite his calm appearance. A microphone came out of his PAK to settle in front of his face. "GIR!" He shouted into it. "Get down to the storage level!" The human sank towards the floor again. "What is the matter with you, human?" Zim asked, both irritated and concerned as he pulled him up again. Within a few moments, GIR dropped from the ceiling, saluting him again since duty mode had been activated.
"Yes, my master?!" His red eyes glowed in the dark hallway. Zim flipped on a nearby light switch.
"GIR, I need you to go to storage Room 01 and bring me my cleaning things. Dib-beast has made a mess in the Plasma Containment Room," he ordered as he cast a quick glare in Dib's direction. GIR's eyes turned normal and blue again.
"OOOOOH.. you is in trouble!" The insane robot giggled as he pointed at Dib, then trotted off to follow his master's orders. Zim shook his head as he watched him go. He looked back over at the light switch and pressed a button underneath it, which caused a panel like a keyboard to decend from the ceiling. So many good pictures Dib could have taken.. but he couldn't reach for his camera since his arms felt like noodles. Zim typed away quickly on the keyboard, then what appeared to be a stretcher decended from the ceiling a moment later, hovering inches above the floor.
"I do not know what it wrong with you, Dib, but I will have to clean up this mess before we find out." Dib nodded slowly, and Zim pushed him down onto the stretcher so that he wouldn't have to keep propping him up. Zim had calmed down a little, now.. but he couldn't help feeling very annoyed with Dib. Breaking in, making a complete mess, taking pictures, and now acting.. weird. The nerve of that human filth... part of him just wanted to pummel him with his mighty Irken fists until the boy was nothing but a quivering, crying mass of human slime.. but another part of him was actually starting to worry about the Dib's behavior. His thoughts were interrupted as GIR came running down the hall, making a lot of noise, and dragging a mop, bucket and broom.
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About one hour later the little Irken had finished his task. The floor was mopped and the glass was swept, and now he was grumbling about how Dib had ruined a perfectly good containment device and also wasted some perfectly good plasma. Not that Dib was actually caring to listen, though. He was still in pain and could still barely move, and he felt very uncomfortable now that Zim had found him. It was the vulnerability that was bothering him the most. If Zim decided to kill him, he wouldn't have a chance to fight back.
He could feel the stretcher moving him through the air as Zim marched alongside it. He was still complaining and babbling, but to Dib it all sounded like 'Blah blah blah, blah blah-blah blah.' Sort of like when the teachers were talking about something meaningless while he was at skool. Zim ordered the elevator to take them down to the lab. Dib thought about how much he would have liked to explore and study everything in it, about how much he wanted to expose the little green creature and show the world what he really was. His eyes closed slowly.
He woke up to yet more pain. "Ahh! What the h-" Zim had slapped him in the face.
"Finally!!!" The Irken exclaimed, irritation evident in his tone. "I've been trying to wake you up for the last twenty minutes, filth-beast!" Dib managed to sit up, looking around him. He gasped in horror and made a noise that sounded like a squeak, he was now laying on what truely looked to be an autopsy table inside of a room full of medical supplies and strange, humming machines. Zim smirked and made a tutting noise, as if he was a parent to an incredibly stupid child. "Relax, Dib-human. I am not about to cut you open and examine your disgusting insides as you have threatened to have done to me on several occasions. No, that is not in my plans...today. Maybe next week."
Dib's stomach felt queasy. "Y-you would never get away with it, Zim," he said nervously. Zim sighed and pressed a button and then thick, metallic wires came out of the sides of the table and wrapped around Dib's body, pulling him down and binding him to the table. Dib struggled as best as he could in his severely weakened state, but it only exhausted him more.
"Be still, human.. cease your struggling. I need to figure out what is going on here. Computer, run a scan on the human." He could hear GIR screaming about the scary monkey on tv somewhere up in the house. That damned monkey.. A screen decended in front of Zim as two scanners came up from the sides of the table, running a fluorescent green light over the boy's vulnerable form. The scanners projected an image of Dib in front of the Irken, but Dib managed to turn his head so that he could also see it. He couldn't read most of it, but some of it was actually in English. Zim shuddered in disgust at the human's filthy anatomy.
The holographic screen showed Zim a three-dimensional model of his nemesis, labelling each organ and monitoring his body's water level, heart rate, breath intake, how hungry he was, etc...then a small, flashing, red light appeared at the very bottom of the screen. Zim touched the light and the computer moved to a new screen, dissolving from the first. His crimson eyes widened as he read and looked at a picture of Dib's circulatory system.
"Very interesting..." he said softly, mumbling to himself. A small meter labelled 'Toxins' was showing to be up to thirty percent. "Very interesting, indeed." He stared at the human now, his eyes widening even more.
"Wh-What is it Zim?" Dib panted. Zim saw his heart rate increase as the human started to panic under his gaze.
"This meter is supposed to be at zero when a human is scanned," he stared at Dib intently. "I do believe, Dib, that the Irken Plasma is poisoning you." The meter jumped up to thirty-one percent now. Zim checked the rate of increase, which was about 1.5 percent per hour, give or take a decimal, depending on various..variations. "According to my incredible calculations, I would expect that you have a little less than 48 hours to live."
Dib stared at him in disbelief, but somewhere deep inside he knew that Zim might probably be horrifyingly right. He could feel his body shaking again, he wanted desperately to fight back against the poisons inside of him, he couldn't die like this. Little did Dib know, Zim didn't want him to die like that either. His nemesis couldn't die from some unfortunate accident, he had to die by Zim's hands, if anything! He could derive no pleasure from Dib's death any other way.
"Zim?" The human asked tentatively. Zim was lost in his thoughts again and did not answer. He could find a way to save the Dib, surely. He had an incredible brain.. he could do it.. but if he left Dib to die, he would never have to worry about him getting in the way of his mission ever again. But no! He wanted to kill Dib with some ingenious plan, damn it! He fought with himself, and every so often his conscience would chime in, telling him that deep down he didn't really want to kill the Dib-human at all. Oh, how he pitied him, but how he loathed that Earth-monkey. Zim hated fighting with himself, it made him think that he was crazy.
"Zim?" Dib asked again, louder this time. Zim still ignored him. The Irken's insides were starting to writhe like snakes.
'Surely, if Dib had the chance to kill me,' he thought, his eyes growing wide again. 'He wouldn't hesitate.. he would have me on one of those tables, just as I have him.' His red eyes narrowed maliciously. 'He would be delighted to watch the filth-beasts rip me open and perform their horrifying tests... he would laugh as I die slowly under their knives and needles.' He walked over to the human boy, still fighting with himself over what to do.. it would be so easy to just walk away, to leave the boy there and come back to remove his body after his life had been snuffed out like a candle flame. It would be so easy to find a way to ignore his screams of pain as the plasma derived from Zim's own blood conquered him, destroyed him... So easy..
Chapter 2 - Plasmatic Toxicity
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Dib's vision was darkening. He stared up at the Irken Invader, letting out a soft moan of pain as he tried to focus. Zim looked afraid, then confused, then finally.. angry. He lowered himself and pulled Dib to his feet. The human trembled as his knees started to buckle under him again. He felt weak, he didn't want to move.
"Zim," he started slowly, grabbing one of Zim's arms for support as he started to sink to the floor again. The alien recoiled slightly at his touch, but dragged him out of the mess and into the hallway.
"What in the name of the Cosmic Fish did you think you were doing, you foolish Earth-boy?!" He barked the question at the human as he propped him up against the wall. Dib could see his reflection in those bulbous red eyes. He tried, but couldn't manage to answer. Zim reached behind himself to pull a piece of cloth out of his PAK. He glared at the Dib-creature with utmost loathing as he started to whipe away the remainder of the liquid that was on Dib's clothes.
"I.. it w-wasn't my fault," Dib said weakly, his body shaking.
"Dib," the alien said calmly, "there is a very good reason that I do not allow anyone inside my base uninvited." He was burning with anger, despite his calm appearance. A microphone came out of his PAK to settle in front of his face. "GIR!" He shouted into it. "Get down to the storage level!" The human sank towards the floor again. "What is the matter with you, human?" Zim asked, both irritated and concerned as he pulled him up again. Within a few moments, GIR dropped from the ceiling, saluting him again since duty mode had been activated.
"Yes, my master?!" His red eyes glowed in the dark hallway. Zim flipped on a nearby light switch.
"GIR, I need you to go to storage Room 01 and bring me my cleaning things. Dib-beast has made a mess in the Plasma Containment Room," he ordered as he cast a quick glare in Dib's direction. GIR's eyes turned normal and blue again.
"OOOOOH.. you is in trouble!" The insane robot giggled as he pointed at Dib, then trotted off to follow his master's orders. Zim shook his head as he watched him go. He looked back over at the light switch and pressed a button underneath it, which caused a panel like a keyboard to decend from the ceiling. So many good pictures Dib could have taken.. but he couldn't reach for his camera since his arms felt like noodles. Zim typed away quickly on the keyboard, then what appeared to be a stretcher decended from the ceiling a moment later, hovering inches above the floor.
"I do not know what it wrong with you, Dib, but I will have to clean up this mess before we find out." Dib nodded slowly, and Zim pushed him down onto the stretcher so that he wouldn't have to keep propping him up. Zim had calmed down a little, now.. but he couldn't help feeling very annoyed with Dib. Breaking in, making a complete mess, taking pictures, and now acting.. weird. The nerve of that human filth... part of him just wanted to pummel him with his mighty Irken fists until the boy was nothing but a quivering, crying mass of human slime.. but another part of him was actually starting to worry about the Dib's behavior. His thoughts were interrupted as GIR came running down the hall, making a lot of noise, and dragging a mop, bucket and broom.
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About one hour later the little Irken had finished his task. The floor was mopped and the glass was swept, and now he was grumbling about how Dib had ruined a perfectly good containment device and also wasted some perfectly good plasma. Not that Dib was actually caring to listen, though. He was still in pain and could still barely move, and he felt very uncomfortable now that Zim had found him. It was the vulnerability that was bothering him the most. If Zim decided to kill him, he wouldn't have a chance to fight back.
He could feel the stretcher moving him through the air as Zim marched alongside it. He was still complaining and babbling, but to Dib it all sounded like 'Blah blah blah, blah blah-blah blah.' Sort of like when the teachers were talking about something meaningless while he was at skool. Zim ordered the elevator to take them down to the lab. Dib thought about how much he would have liked to explore and study everything in it, about how much he wanted to expose the little green creature and show the world what he really was. His eyes closed slowly.
He woke up to yet more pain. "Ahh! What the h-" Zim had slapped him in the face.
"Finally!!!" The Irken exclaimed, irritation evident in his tone. "I've been trying to wake you up for the last twenty minutes, filth-beast!" Dib managed to sit up, looking around him. He gasped in horror and made a noise that sounded like a squeak, he was now laying on what truely looked to be an autopsy table inside of a room full of medical supplies and strange, humming machines. Zim smirked and made a tutting noise, as if he was a parent to an incredibly stupid child. "Relax, Dib-human. I am not about to cut you open and examine your disgusting insides as you have threatened to have done to me on several occasions. No, that is not in my plans...today. Maybe next week."
Dib's stomach felt queasy. "Y-you would never get away with it, Zim," he said nervously. Zim sighed and pressed a button and then thick, metallic wires came out of the sides of the table and wrapped around Dib's body, pulling him down and binding him to the table. Dib struggled as best as he could in his severely weakened state, but it only exhausted him more.
"Be still, human.. cease your struggling. I need to figure out what is going on here. Computer, run a scan on the human." He could hear GIR screaming about the scary monkey on tv somewhere up in the house. That damned monkey.. A screen decended in front of Zim as two scanners came up from the sides of the table, running a fluorescent green light over the boy's vulnerable form. The scanners projected an image of Dib in front of the Irken, but Dib managed to turn his head so that he could also see it. He couldn't read most of it, but some of it was actually in English. Zim shuddered in disgust at the human's filthy anatomy.
The holographic screen showed Zim a three-dimensional model of his nemesis, labelling each organ and monitoring his body's water level, heart rate, breath intake, how hungry he was, etc...then a small, flashing, red light appeared at the very bottom of the screen. Zim touched the light and the computer moved to a new screen, dissolving from the first. His crimson eyes widened as he read and looked at a picture of Dib's circulatory system.
"Very interesting..." he said softly, mumbling to himself. A small meter labelled 'Toxins' was showing to be up to thirty percent. "Very interesting, indeed." He stared at the human now, his eyes widening even more.
"Wh-What is it Zim?" Dib panted. Zim saw his heart rate increase as the human started to panic under his gaze.
"This meter is supposed to be at zero when a human is scanned," he stared at Dib intently. "I do believe, Dib, that the Irken Plasma is poisoning you." The meter jumped up to thirty-one percent now. Zim checked the rate of increase, which was about 1.5 percent per hour, give or take a decimal, depending on various..variations. "According to my incredible calculations, I would expect that you have a little less than 48 hours to live."
Dib stared at him in disbelief, but somewhere deep inside he knew that Zim might probably be horrifyingly right. He could feel his body shaking again, he wanted desperately to fight back against the poisons inside of him, he couldn't die like this. Little did Dib know, Zim didn't want him to die like that either. His nemesis couldn't die from some unfortunate accident, he had to die by Zim's hands, if anything! He could derive no pleasure from Dib's death any other way.
"Zim?" The human asked tentatively. Zim was lost in his thoughts again and did not answer. He could find a way to save the Dib, surely. He had an incredible brain.. he could do it.. but if he left Dib to die, he would never have to worry about him getting in the way of his mission ever again. But no! He wanted to kill Dib with some ingenious plan, damn it! He fought with himself, and every so often his conscience would chime in, telling him that deep down he didn't really want to kill the Dib-human at all. Oh, how he pitied him, but how he loathed that Earth-monkey. Zim hated fighting with himself, it made him think that he was crazy.
"Zim?" Dib asked again, louder this time. Zim still ignored him. The Irken's insides were starting to writhe like snakes.
'Surely, if Dib had the chance to kill me,' he thought, his eyes growing wide again. 'He wouldn't hesitate.. he would have me on one of those tables, just as I have him.' His red eyes narrowed maliciously. 'He would be delighted to watch the filth-beasts rip me open and perform their horrifying tests... he would laugh as I die slowly under their knives and needles.' He walked over to the human boy, still fighting with himself over what to do.. it would be so easy to just walk away, to leave the boy there and come back to remove his body after his life had been snuffed out like a candle flame. It would be so easy to find a way to ignore his screams of pain as the plasma derived from Zim's own blood conquered him, destroyed him... So easy..