A/N: WOOT! Chapter 3! I still have absolutely no idea what to call this story! XD But oh well. We can still live with Random ZADRness for now. Anyways, sorry about the last chapter. ; I kind of ended on a weird part of the story. Why don't we just get started on this chapter now. Disclaimer- I don't own anything! Only the plot and if I said I owned anything other than that, I would be attacked by man eating donuts of DOOM! However, Jhonen Vasquez would probably still sue me or have me killed if he knew what I was going to make his characters do later on in the story. evil smile Heh...heh...heh...yeah...
Dib dug around in his backpack until he found exactly what he had been searching for. It was a small pocket knife he carried around with him. It was the only knife he was allowed to have with him during skool without getting in any kind of trouble. Big or small, it didn't really matter to him just as long as it was sharp enough to cut through human skin. Carefully, he opened the small device producing a knife.
The blade was silver and shone even in the dimly lit bathroom. That wouldn't last for long, however. Soon it would be stained by his crimson blood. He searched his already torn up arm for a patch of skin that was still fresh and untouched. After a minute or so of searching, he found a new area that he had not touched yet. Surprised that he had actually missed a spot, he lifted the sharp blade of the knife up toward his pale skin.
He hesitated for a moment, letting the pointy tip trace a light scratch across the unbroken skin, not really cutting deep. In that brief moment of hesitation one thought crossed his mind. 'What am I doing?! What would mom think if she could see me now?!' His mother had passed away long ago when he was only 4 years old, but he was always aware of the fact that she was watching everything he did from the great beyond. It caused him over the years to become a bit self conscious of himself and usually when he did something wrong, he'd try and fix it so his mother's ghost wouldn't be mad at him. He would always feel so guilty when he couldn't fix something and would go into a small depression about it until he completely forgot what exactly it had been that he had done so bad.
He would then convince himself that it couldn't have been so bad if he couldn't remember it. Yet, ever since the voices of death came to him, he had a hard time discerning between what was wrong and right. "Don't worry, Dib. This would make everybody else in your life happier. And you would be able to see your mother again. Besides, everybody on this planet will be dead soon anyways. You have a hard enough time stopping Zim alone. What makes you think you can stop an entire invasion when his leaders arrive. You'll have no help because nobody believes you." Ignoring the fact that it had been a good 5 years and Zim's leaders still hadn't come, plus the fact that Zim was slowing down over the years, Dib gave in to the voices in his head. The sharp edge of the knife was passed over the patch of skin in one slow but swift motion, spilling out dark, red blood down over his arm. He had not cut deep but the blood flowed out steadily.
Dib's eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure of cutting himself overwhelmed him. The pain he was already used to. He barely felt anything nowadays. He let his eyes slip open slightly to watch the drops of blood run off his arm into the now fogged up water in the sink. He stayed watching for a few more minutes before beginning to feel a bit lightheaded. Taking a paper towel and soaking it in fresh water, he pressed it against his arm to stop the blood. He cleaned it up first before applying pressure to stop the bleeding. He hissed through his teeth a bit as the water stung the wound.
It didn't take long for the bleeding to stop. Now all he had to do was wait for the water in the sink to drain out. That would take a few extra minutes.
Back is class, Zim sat with his head in his hand, looking as bored as hell. He kept his eyes focused on the door waiting for Dib to re-enter the room. He hadn't been listening to a word the teacher had said. She would occasionally glance in the same direction Zim was looking or stop to check her watch. Finally she spoke up sounding a bit irritated. "All right, class. I need a volunteer to please go get Dib from the bathroom. It's been well over ten minutes."
Zim heard that last part and immediately raised his hand. She nodded toward him. "Thank you, Zim." He saluted her and quickly ran into the hallway. Finally! He'd be able to find out what the Dib did on his trips to the restroom.
The water had drained from the sink by now, but, unfortunately, it still left a red stain that meant he'd have to wash it out again and he had almost forgotten about the bloody knife. He would have to wash that too. He filled the sink again, the water a bit clearer before he dipped the knife in it. That's when Zim arrived. He slammed the door open, the loud noise causing Dib to drop the knife in the water.
Zim stepped in and first noticed Dib standing over a sink. His eyes then fell to Dib's cut up arms and the bloody water in the sink. It took him a few moments to say anything, but the first statement to escape his mouth was, "What the hell happened to you?!" To Dib's relief, the knife couldn't be seen under the murky water and Zim hadn't seen it in Dib's hand previously. Dib was speechless at first as Zim marched over to him and grabbed his arm to examine the cuts.
His eyes narrowed on them and he quickly glanced up at Dib. "These weren't made by me. Have you learned nothing over these past years?! You are not to have ANY other enemy besides ME! I will be your destroyer! Tell ZIM who has done this to you so I can annihilate them!"
Those last words had Dib slamming his sleeve back down over his exposed arm. "It's none of your damn business, Zim, so just leave me alone!" Without Zim noticing, he grabbed the knife out of the sink and threw it in his backpack, not waiting for the water to drain this time.
He ran down the hall and Zim yelled after him. "Trust me, Dibstink! I WILL find the person who did that to you, and I will destroy them! And then I'll destroy you!" he threw in at the last second to scare Dib. Zim walked out of the bathroom and saw Dib slip out the door. But what really caught his eye was a shiny object flying out of his backpack at the last second. Zim slowly made his way toward the object until he could see clearly what it was.
It had been the knife, still stained with some of Dib's blood. Zim picked up the knife by its handle and looked at it curiously. 'This must be the weapon the enemy used on the Dib. Dib must have gotten it from him.' He decided he could probably run some tests on the object and perhaps that would be all he needed to figure out what he needed to know. It was only about 10:30 a.m. Still early in the day, but Zim didn't care.
It would be pointless to stay in skool the rest of the day when Dib was the only reason he came in the first place. Dib had gone home and it wouldn't do any good to return to class with no Dib. It was the entire reason why he had left in the first place. To find Dib. Besides, skipping class wasn't anything new to him. He did it quite often. So did Dib and many other students. The teachers rarely noticed and when they did, they didn't care.
Zim walked out the front door of the skool into the outside world. The sun shined brightly in his eyes, unpleasant at first but his vision soon adjusted to the change of lighting. He walked to the sidewalk, letting his legs lead him home. There were too many things going through his head to notice much of anything else going on around him. It didn't take more than 10 minutes to reach his house.
The lawn gnomes turned to him as he walked up the walkway. He opened the door to let himself in. He had stopped using the robot parents long ago and only brought them out once or twice a year to keep up appearances at skool. Oh, how he dreaded parent teacher nights! He was in deep thought until something knocked into him at a quick rate, bringing him back to reality. He fell to the ground with a "thump" and heard the high pitched laughter of his little SIR unit, Gir.
Gir had latched himself to Zim's waist and started screaming happily. "MASTER! YOU'RE HOME! YOU'RE BACK FROM SKEEEWWWL EARLY TODAY! YAAAY!" he squealed. Zim flinched at the little robot's loud voice. He pried Gir from him and yanked off his disguise. He threw the lenses and wig to the side, happy to be rid of them for the time being.
His antennae lowered as he scratched at them. He hated wearing that itchy wig and his eyes were always watery from those damn lenses. He rubbed his red eyes until his vision focused again. "GIR!" he ordered.
Gir jumped up, his turquoise eyes flashing red as he saluted him. "Yes, sir!"
"Gir, I'll be in the lab for the rest of the night. Don't disturb me. You just watch TV. or something like that." Gir was more than happy to comply with that command and flopped down on the couch to start flipping through TV. channels.
A/N: And there you have chapter three. Hope you all enjoyed and I'll have the next chapter up as soon as possible.
