BEFORE

by SupremeMasterOverlordKhurro

Zim was once in prison, after destoring Irk, and killing countless Irkens. but he didnt mean it. now he's being locked up and needs to excape as fast as possible to keep himself from being killed. will he make it, or die trying?

2. FRIENDSHIP

PAIN AND SUFFERING. IT SOMETIMES LEADS TO AN UNBREAKABLE FRIENDSHIP.

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CHAPTER 2

FRIENDSHIP

"And this is Shloonktapooxis, and the Meekrob is Sher." Lard Nar continued. But then he seemed to notice how badly hurt Zim was. Not only on the outside, but Zim was hurt on the inside as well. He had been betrayed by his leaders and the one he loved. It weighed like a stone in his heart. "Man, you don't look so good. How hard did they hit you?" Lard Nar asked. "Hard enough. And with the metal sticks burning hot, not to mention the tasers, lasers, and torches." Zim answered weakly. "You know, if you don't sleep, you will bleed to death? Don't ask how I know that, because I read up on Irkens before I was brought here. Apparently, its only Irkens who can bleed to death if they don't sleep. Any other creature in the universe would want to stay awake and fix themselves. But Irkens are too lazy, so the PAK does all that for them." Sher said, matter-of-factly. "Not defectives. We are supposed to be checked by the healers if we're hurt or sick. The Tallests put most defectives in a different training field then the others…that is, the ones who were defective because of the tube most of us Irkens grow in. when we're naturally born, we are killed." Zim explained. "but you're still alive." Lard Nar pointed out. "only because im so defective it made the main computers explode. That's why I was put in here, and why they beat me with sticks." Zim blinked painfully. "oh. What're they going to do to you?" Lard Nar asked. (A/N: Lard Nar is younger now, then he was in Backseat Driver From Beyond the Stars and in my A LIFE OF LIES story). "once they fix the computers, they're probably going to kill me." Zim predicted. "well, I'm not gonna let that happen. I don't like-like you, but I don't think anyone should be rejected by their own kind!" Lard Nar vowed. Brave words. But how can a few prisoners break out of this place? There are guards swarming everywhere, and it's run by Irkens. "they let us out into the courtyard every other day. I have a few friends here who might help." Lard Nar continued. But Zim hardly heard him. he was dosing off. After Lard Nar was talking for about 5 minutes, Zim couldn't help but yawn hugely. "am I boring you?" Lard Nar asked. "no…just…tired…" Zim yawned again. "oh. Ok then. You should sleep. Tomorrow is when they let us out into the courtyard for a few hours, and if you're gonna help us think of somethin' then you should be well rested." Lard Nar blinked. Zim didn't say anything, but thankfully laid down and fell asleep. But it wasn't a very good sleep. There was no bed in his cell, and he had to sleep in the corner on hard, cold concrete. But he still refused to wake up. He was so tired…and was unable to stay awake…

he was awoken by a harsh hit on the head. "ow!" he grunted and looked up and saw one of the guards standing just outside his cell, and a small bowl of some yellow slop. "eat, you worthless life form." He spat then walked away. Lard Nar, Shloonktapooxis, and Sher all looked at him with sympathy. Zim rubbed his head and felt a long scar on his face. Then he remembered yesterday. His head was pounding and he felt terrible. "don't worry. Its doesn't taste as bad as it looks…" Lard Nar broke the heavy silence. Zim sniffed it and recoiled. "this smells worse then a new smeet's diaper!" he complained. "how would you know what it smells like?" Sher asked. "believe me, the Tallest made me clean each and every one the stupid smeets when I was in invader training. I've changed enough smeet diapers to know what they smell like." Zim sighed. "oh. That sucks." Lard Nar said. Zim dipped the tip of his gloved claw in the nasty looking food, and tasted it, only to spit it our again. "that's the most disgusting thing I've ever ate! And Tallests made me eat all sorts of messed up foods!" Zim whined. "if you don't eat it yourself, we're going to have to force feed you, because after breakfast, is your soon-to-be daily beating." One of the guards hissed. "there's absolutely NO WAY you're gonna make eat this disgusting slop of revolting doom!" Zim snapped, jumping up and pointing a sharp claw at the guard..

LARD NAR'S POINT OF VIEW:

Wow. He's a brave little guy…no one has ever snapped at an Irken…let alone a guard….ever sense Operation Impending Doom! "wow. I've never seen any one stupid enough to yell at an Irken…other then the Tallests, that is." Sher said, amazed. "well, he is an Irken. I don't find it really that surprising. I would yell at other Vortians if they hit me with sticks." Lard Nar replied. "don't forget the lasers, tasers, and torches!" Shloonktapooxis reminded Lard Nar. "ewww!" they all turned and saw Zim spitting out the yellow slop that was called food. Apparently the guard decided to force feed him. poor guy. Being treated that badly by his own kind? That's just messed up. Are Irkens really that heartless?

…poor Zim. I mean being treated like that, its just messed up. Well, look out for the next chapter!