Chapter One ~ Enter, the Predator...
It was yet another 'normal' day at skool, "If you can call having an alien in your class normal..." thought a raven-haired boy with glasses and a trenchcoat, who was giving another boy with puke-green skin across the room angry glares every few minutes. Class was just starting, and Dib was now waiting for Ms.Bitters to start one of her "Doom Lectures", so he could get back to drawing plans to save the human race. But instead of starting another long-winded speech about how they were all worthless and stupid, the teacher had something else planned before they started.
"Class..." she hissed through clenched teeth, the resulting noise resembling that of a rattlesnake. "We have a new useless student joining our class today." The door opened as if on command, and a girl walked in. "This is Web..." She said the new girl's name like it was something she'd found stuck to her shoe, before instrucing her to sit down...next to Dib.
As Ms.Bitters was introducing Web, Dib couldn't help but stare. Her short, black hair was neatly cut, and had a single white streak running though the middle. Her pale face, with two dark purple eyes was framed with oval glasses. And she had a trenchcoat, pants, boots...all black like his, and a black T-shirt that was covered with a large white spider web design. "She's...She's..." Dib struggled to think of a word as half-formed thoughts ran amok within his mind....all he could feel was the desire, the need to devour her image with his eyes...
"Hello." Dib snapped out of his trance almost instantly as Web's voice broke the silence. "You must be Dib." she said, smiling, as he turned around. "Y-y-yes, th-that's me..." he spluttered, before quickly looking at the floor. "What's wrong with me?" he asked himself in a voice barely above a whisper, his heart beating so hard it was like someone was hitting his ribcage with a sledgehammer. Emotions he thought he didn't have interrupted him, and he decided to try and think about something else. Sweating even more than usual, Dib turned towards his nemesis, Zim, who was balancing a pencil on the tip of his non-existant nose in a bored sort of way, as if nothing had happened. "Are you OK?" Web's face seemed to appear out of nowhere. Dib gave a suprised yelp and looked out of the window, and he didn't see what Web was doing when his back was turned..
Realising her chance, the trenchcoated girl scribbled something down on a piece of paper, screwed it up into a ball, and threw it at Zim's head. She mouthed a silent "Yesss!" as it hit Zim in the side of the head, knocking the pencil off balance and onto the floor. The Irken invader snarled as he clutched the missile in his hand, angry that someone had disturbed his planning. "Whatever this this is, it had better be worthy enough to disturb THIS invader..." he thought as he unfolded it, and gave a gasp of suprise. "This...this is written in Irken script!" Zim hissed quietly, so Dib wouldn't hear. "But how...who?! These pathetic monkeys can't write in Irken...unless..." He scanned the note closely, trying to figure out who it was from. "Hello, fellow invader." it read. "Meet me by the waste storage units, or "dumpsters" as they are called here, at the back of the skool once the last bell sounds. - Web." The alien looked towards Web, who winked at him and gave a sly smile. "Finally!" he said gleefully as he smiled back, wringing his hands in evil delight. "Finally I'll be able to get that wretched Dib-human out of my antennae for good!!"
Web, however, still smiled sinisterly as she faced the front of the classroom. It was only a matter of time. He was playing right into her hands...
