How did he start? At the very, very beginning? Or just when they came here? It wouldn't make much sense if he didn't tell Bill…well everything.
"Well, Zim was…a lot of things. A moron with a god complex and filled with a desperate need to please his…" Dib sighed, not wanting to say Tallest.
"Dib…I won't interrupt. Say whatever you want and I'll only ask questions if you take a break. I promise." Dib didn't know why but, he was beginning to like Bill. He bit his lips and continued.
"His Tallest. Short and annoying. He hated this world, just the same way he hated me. I have a feeling he even hated himself, although he hid behind everything with his enormous ego. God, was he destructive. Blowing things to oblivion, killing things without trying, messing everything up."Dib looked out the window, dust blowing, mixing with the wrappers on the filthy streets of Vegas. "His leaders, his people thought he was a Defect. A worthless piece of trash. No smarter than a toothpick and with the same potential."
Bill turned on the windshield wipers to clear it of the choking dust.
"But, Zim was so much more than that. He was genius when he tried. Lithe, running faster than anyone in our skool even with those tiny legs of his. He was…my greatest enemy. Possibly my only friend, which is really sad considering he would've tried to kill me in a second. I would've done the same though without hesitation back then. It seemed like it would never end. This little cycle that we ended up creating. He would do something to piss me off or create a 'Master Plan'. I would fight back, with my own plan. We would wrestle, the struggles becoming more and more violent as time went on. Neither of us would win, and we slowly came to accept that we were equals." The words came out with a trace of bitterness. Equals. It was funny now. Dib sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Everything was going the way it did normally. Or how it was supposed to be. When I hacked into his data base as I regularly did and saw he'd drawn up plans for the best course to…Las Vegas. I was confused at first, thinking maybe it was his idea of a vacation, or more observing the humans and their filthy customs'." He shook his head, tapping on the window.
"I clicked on another folder next to it and found…these blue prints. It was these creepy looking, test tubes with some unidentifiable substance inside. A machine with all sorts of tiny, complicated writing along the sides of it. The worst part was that it was in Meekrob. A language I have yet to study." Dib looked down, at his hands.
"I remember running over there to confront him and finding the dummy gone. He'd flown in the Voot. I used Tak's ship to go after him. I packed a few days change of clothes, the little money I had and yelled at Gaz that I was leaving. Gaz is my sister." He said, explaining the one thing that slightly made sense instead of the Voot, Tak or the Tallest.
"The lights…they were over whelming. I landed my ship next to Zim's who I had tracked to the outskirts. Grabbing my bag…I jogged into the huge town. I remembered feeling as if I would go blind, stunned equally by the beauty and by the ruggedness. The odd mix of glamour and lost hopes. It was like it was begging you to spend everything you owned. Yet, you knew…you knew that it wasn't likely you'd win anything. The lights, like flashing stars…brighter than the sun it seemed, beckoned you to try your luck."
Bill was trying his best to take everything in, to make sense of the words the kid said. He shook his head, thinking he should go back to skool if a kid of eighteen to say words that flew right over his grasp.
"That's when I saw him…looking as confused, stunned and frightened as I did. The only difference was that he was hiding it better than I was…"
Dib rushed over to the Invader who was standing dumbstruck up at the brilliant colors, standing on the curb. The human growled, and sneaked an arm around his waist, causing the alien to freak out.
"Unhand me, filthy life form! I will scream that word, that causes all humans to come running!" Zim threatened, trying to claw himself free.
"Zim, it's—"
"FIRE! CREPE!" Zim screamed, jerking about so much, Dib almost lost his hold.
"Damn it Zim! It's Rape not crêpe, and it's m—"
"Thank you. RAPE!" Dib placed a hand over Zim's mouth. This wasa huge mistake and he should've known it. Zim chomped down with his razor sharp teeth. They sunk into Dib's unprotected fingers like a knife through butter.
"Ouch! Fu—!" Dib yelled, cursing a blue streak, shoving Zim away from him and to the dirty ground. Zim squealed, the ground actually scaring him more than just being almost attacked and raped in his mind. Germs…hideous germs all over his perfect body. He shuddered, disgusted. He turned to look at the frolicking boy who after a minute he FINALLY recognized with a glare.
"Dib-Monkey! You followed Zim." He crossed his arms, and looked on with one eye narrowed and the other huge. Dib winced and was wrapping his poor hand in a torn piece of his shirt, when he heard the arrogant words. They were true but, still annoying. Dib rolled his eyes, and straightened ignoring his own freak out not a few seconds ago.
"I did, Space Boy. I had to. Who knows what you were planning to do?" Zim was silent, the only sound the buzzing people, cars honking and noises of suffering.
Then he was laughing, in that creepy but, infectious way of his. "Oh, oh…"He whipped a tear away. "You'll never know Zim's amazingly brilliant plan of doom!" Dib opened his mouth to retort, but the alien wasn't through talking. "Never know how I plan to find a chemical inducing machine designed to increase computer strength. In no way will have dreamed that the Almighty Zim would use it to increase his Pak's aptitude and rule the earth with an iron fist made by this machine. Oh no! You'll be clueless and absolutely naïve as to my brilliant plan!" Zim laughed louder and louder, even as Dib stared on with a mixture of horror and…disbelief. Was Zim really that stupid? He shook his head, answering his own question. Yes, yes he was.
"But, you just told me your entire evil plan. I can stop you now." Dib said, tilting his head to the side watching the almost audible lights bounce of Zim's green skin. It was strangely hypnotic. The alien however didn't seem to care.
'YOU LIIIIE, DIB-STINK! Zim will never be stopped! It's inconceivable!"
Bill slammed on the breaks a coyote running by, with a cub in it's mouth, stopping to stare at the stupid vehicle with yellow eyes before disappearing. Dib watched them run away, into the darkening landscape.