Yay! I updated again! I like writing. I might not get to write another chapter tomorrow because I have to go back to my evil hell-job.. curse you, job of evil doom! Thank you all for your wonderful reviews again, they're urging me on. This chapter is a little weird, and a little funny. Zim's inner struggles are... odd. :) Sorry it's a little short... Anyways, on to the third chapter of doom!
Chapter 3 - Inner Angels and Demons
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"Zim?" Dib asked again. 'What the hell is wrong with him?'
"To hell with him, just kill him, let him die in evil, thrilling pain," a dark sounding voice hissed into Zim's ear. The alien looked away from the human in confusion.
"Wha?" Zim asked, startled. Dib sighed with relief, thinking that Zim had finally listened to him.
"Why do you have an entire room full of Plasma?" Dib asked softly, staring up at Zim, who was now standing next to the table.
"You heard what I said," the voice that only Zim could hear hissed again. "Leave him there, just march right out of here, go to the movies or something... let him be doomed!" Zim jumped slightly, an even more demonic looking version of himself had appeared by his side, smiling down at the Dib. "His pain is beautiful, his weakness feeds my pleasure, his death will complete me. Think of how wonderful, how peaceful it will be when he is gone, Zim," Demonic-Zim purred. Zim gasped softly.
"Hello?!" Dib managed to shout. "Zim, are you listening to me at all?" Zim jumped again, gasping in terror as a more angelic version of himself appeared on his other side. He must be going crazy.. he had never had insane visions like these before.
"Excuse me," Angelic-Zim said, sounding annoyed. "You need to just back your ass on out of here, demon-filth," he pointed at Demon-Zim. Demon-Zim smiled and waved his pitchfork at Mr. Angel-with-an-attitude.
"Not on your afterlife, angel-boy, Zim's brain is mine!" He smirked. Angel-Zim's halo brightened.
"SILENCE!!!" Real-Zim roared out loud. "My brain is my own!" Dib raised an eyebrow at the Irken.
"Nutcase," he muttered under his breath.
"Now, listen to reason, Zim," Angel-Zim said in the sweetest voice he could muster. "If you walk off and leave him here, he will die.. eventually. He will be gone forever, but would that really please you, to see him die like this?" Zim thought about that for a moment.
"Bah! Of course you want him to be gone forever! That's crazy talk! It would please you very much, and we all know it!" Demon-Zim ranted, his skin starting to turn red and his demon tail tapping like an angry cat's. He pointed his pitchfork at Angel-Zim. "Goody-goody here has been drinking too much rain from those clouds that he sleeps on! It's poisoned his mind! POISONED, I tell you!!!" Angel-Zim shook his head at his demonic counterpart, then straightened the feathers on his little wings.
"And you've been drinking too much doom," He sounded annoyed again. Zim wished that they would both just shut up. His brain was hurting and felt like a wasp was making it's nest inside his head. So much noise..
"I am unable to think with all of this madness!!!" Zim shrieked. Dib cringed.
"Sometimes I don't think that you think at all, Zim." The alien's insane screaming was hurting his ears, and freaking the human out, too. Zim continued to ignore his nemesis.
"He's the closest thing to a friend that you have, here or anywhere else," Angel-Zim said softly, pulling off one of his gloves and getting out a nail-file to sharpen one of his claws.
"Oh yesss, a very good form of friend indeed. Don't be stupid!" Demon-Zim hissed in argument. "He would kill you if your roles were reversed and you were the one strapped to that filthy table."
"That table is not filthy! It is a superior Irken table and it is better than any table on this filthy dirt-ball planet!" Zim argued, hating the two sides of his personality. Demon-Zim stabbed Angel-Zim right in the ass with his pitchfork, Angel-Zim started running around the room, screaming loudly and trying to pull the burning pitchfork out of his butt. Dib stared at the alien in shock, what the hell was he talking about?
"Zim, you're really freaking me out," He said nervously. Angel-Zim was now strangling Demon-Zim mercilessly, as Demon-Zim gagged and choked and tried to throw him off. Zim shook his head and wondered why even his good side wasn't gentle and sweet... but then again, Zim himself was never gentle and sweet, ever. He sighed loudly as he came to a decision and the two of them vanished.
"I am sorry, Dib-human," Zim started, now free of his distractions. "What is it that you were saying?" Dib stared at him in disbelief, and he had also forgotten his question. Ignoring the fact that the weird, crazy alien had just been talking to himself, and regaining his memory, he asked it again.
"Why do you have an entire room filled with tubes of your Plasma?"
"Isn't it obvious, human?" Zim scoffed at the human boy.
"Well.. no."
"For a medical emergency, duh!!!" Zim shouted. "I am alone here, Dib.. there are no hospitals capable of treating my injuries, I must do it myself. Surely, if I was to have an accident and lose a lot of blood, you would not think that your filthy human blood could sustain my life, do you?" He asked in annoyance.
"Well, when you put it that way, it makes sense."
"Of course it does! I am an amazing genius!" Zim ranted, staring down at the boy.
"What are we going to do, Zim?" Dib asked him quietly, rolling his eyes.
"We are going to do nothing, Dib-monkey, however, I am going to do something," the Irken replied simply. To Dib's horror, Zim walked out of the room, leaving him completely alone.
"Zim! Wait! You can't just leave me here to die!" He yelled after him, struggling against the wires that bound him to the table and achieving nothing at all. He had been afraid that Zim was going to do this.. he was going to die here, and nobody would know what had happened to him. Would anyone even come to look for him? Surely someone would care enough to try to find him.. surely Gaz, or his father.. but would they find him? Zim might preserve him as a type of trophy, or just bury him in some unmarked grave, to be discovered later as nothing but a skeleton by some innocent bystander. He couldn't let that happen.. His body was searing with a sharp pain again, causing him to cry out.
"ZIM!" He choked out, starting to panic again. Silence was his only response.
