It Takes Two for a Massacre.
Author Notes;; Chapter 2 didn't get as many reviews as chapter 1. Oh well, still way more reviews than I'm used to. Warning: this chapter contains graphically descriptive violence.
Chapter Three;; I'm a Murder Tramp
"Are you ready?" Gaz asked her partner. Zim scoffed at her foolish question and waved a negligent hand in the direction of the door they were standing in front of.
"Zim is always in readiness to prove his superiority over the pitiful human worm babies," the alien declared disdainfully. Gaz gave him a cold look reminding him who he was talking to. "Except you." Zim amended grudgingly.
Taking this as somewhat of an apology, Gaz rapped on the door of Iggins's house. A woman with a large fake smile opened the door; she had bright gaudy lips and blonde hair that showed dirty brown at the roots. Gaz assumed this to be Iggins's mother. The woman nodded them in, but not a word passed her brilliant red painted lips. 'Probably can't,' Gaz observed mentally as she crossed the threshold, 'with all that botox.'
The party was as nauseatingly garish as the invitation. Large banners with video game characters in the background and bearing the legend 'Happy Birthday Iggins!' were strung every possible place. There was a pitiful stack of presents by a cardboard cutout of a rabid mongoose from the popular game, and it looked like someone had vomited confetti in the entire room. A cake sat half eaten among other snacks on a large buffet table. In a corner of the room was a video camera on a tripod, apparently to catch ever 'precious' moment of the birthday party.
There weren't many other kids at the party, only around fifteen or so, and most lounged against the snack table in boredom. Iggins was standing next to his pile of presents playing a video game as others looked on in envy.
As soon as the door was shut, everyone automatically looked up, except Iggins of course. It was like a chain reaction of widened eyes and mouths dropping in shock. Gaz wanted to smirk but she kept her threatening glare carefully in place. After everyone had taken in Gaz's presence, their gaze switched to her clothes, and finally…to Zim who stood beside her with a look of disgust etched on his green features. And then the comments began.
"Gaz! At a party?"
"And in a dress too…I wonder how much they had to bribe her…"
"I like, totally heart her dress, it's all-"
"Bet she was dressin' up for Iggins-" That comment got a huge laugh and a death glare.
"Why'd she bring the green kid?"
"He's so lame-"
"Bet she brought him 'cause they're goin' out!" This statement was voice by the same idiot boy who had made the comment about Iggins. Gaz's sharp amber eyes latched onto him. He would be the first to go. Zim growled deep in his throat and made as if to go toward the boy, but Gaz extended an arm in front of him to halt his angry advance. A whispered warning was all it took for him to remember the mission.
"Zim will be getting snacks." he pronounced and marched haughtily toward the buffet table. The poorly disguised alien snatched a bag of chips, sat down in a folding chair, and promptly began to pout.
The teenage girl slightly changed her expression to be more like a sneer, and began walking toward Iggins who had yet to notice her. Whispers followed her, but she ignored them. Background noise was one thing she knew how to deal with from years of video gaming experience.
Finally the heavily pimpled, greasy haired boy looked up, "Gaz," he greeted in his annoying voice, "I knew you'd come." Gaz didn't deign to answer. Seeing that she had no reaction to his comment he waved his video game in the air, "My dad got the Blazing Mongoose 3 game for free, it isn't due to come out for two months. It even has four levels that won't be released at all."
Anger coursed through Gaz's veins and her eyes narrowed dangerously. An arm extended and within seconds Iggins found himself pinned to the wall by a very pissed off violet haired girl. "Listen carefully;" she hissed at him, "I came here for one purpose. And that is to inflict my vengeance upon you for daring to send me some stupid invitation and forcing me into this dress. You will come to rue the day you screwed with me." Threat having been given she released Iggins's shirt and he fell to the floor.
Gaz stalked toward the chair that Zim sat in. He was munching contentedly on potato chips, as he had forgotten he was supposed to be pouting. "What are you eating?" Gaz asked suspiciously.
"Chips." came the short reply. Foolish human, didn't she know what chips were?
"I know that," Gaz spat, "but I thought human food made you sick."
Zim gave a slight shrug, "Not snacks." he informed her importantly. Then he looked around at the party, "May we begin the delicious carnage now? These dirt-children are about to make me disgorge the contents of my squeedily-spooch."
"Stomach." Gaz corrected quietly.
"Eh?" One eye squinted in confusion.
"Humans have stomachs." The girl said with unusual patience. Zim was amusing in his lack of knowledge, and when he wasn't being stupid she almost found it kind of cute. Cute in an inferior kind of pet way, she corrected herself mentally, like Gir without the piggys. "And yes, we can start now. But we need to get her out of the way." Gaz pointed at Iggins's mom who was lounging against a wall.
Zim nodded. He was unsure why Gaz didn't want the adult to be included in what they planned, but this was Gaz's mission, he was just along for the ride. A clawed hand slipped into his invader uniform and out came a device that looked like a cross between a syringe and a small microphone. The alien handed it to his partner, who took it looking slightly confused. "What do I do with this?" she asked.
With a slightly impatient roll of his disguised eyes, Zim tapped the end of the needle part, "Stick it in the back of her head," he instructed, "Use the talking device to control her."
Gaz turned the odd looking apparatus in her hands, "Will it work?" she questioned skeptically.
The alien scoffed openly, "This is Irken technology. The most advanced in the universe. It was designed for use on species that actually used their brain meats instead of letting them rot. Controlling a weak little human would be child's play."
A small frown crossed Gaz's face through his rant. He really needed to learn how to summarize, or at least give her a warning before he went off into a spiel so she could be prepared for it. Seeing that the human was standing still, Zim raised his hand and made a shooing motion. Gaz snarled angrily and grabbed his fingers, twisting them expertly. Blue eyes widened enormously in pain as he dropped to his knees. "Try that again." Gaz threatened. She had stopped twisting but was still holding his finger in a position that wasn't natural or comfortable.
Zim couldn't speak so he just looked down toward the floor as a way to acknowledge his defeat. It was so difficult to express emotions without his antennae visible, he made a mental note to research human facial expressions later. Gaz released the alien who was biting his lip in an effort not to make a sound. Then she walked over to the blonde woman.
"'Scuse me," Gaz asked politely, she could act when she needed to, "Could you get me a slice of cake please?" Iggins's mother gave a shrug and pushed off of the wall. She walked over to the buffet table and bent down to cut a piece of the chocolate frosted birthday cake. As soon as the woman bent, Gaz extended her arm to the woman's head which was now level with her shoulder. With a quick jerk she inserted the needle at the base of her skull. Within about two seconds the needle had actually dissolved and the remaining liquid flowed toward the prick.
Iggins's mother gained a sort of far off look and her eyes glazed over. Gaz raised the microphone like device to her mouth and murmured, "Go out the door." With no hesitation the woman turned on her heel and strode out of the door without a second glance. The purple haired teen looked around anxiously, but no one seemed to have noticed anything suspicious.
Gaz stepped quietly over to Zim who was watching her with an unimpressed look on his face. "We're ready," she told him, "Got anything good in your limitless pockets?" The alien squinted his eye at her for a moment and then reached into said pocket and pulled out a one inch long square of fabric. The scrap began to shimmer slightly and then it expanded to the size and shape of a normal handbag. Gaz smirked, "Carrying a purse now, Zim?" she taunted.
"Zim is carrying no such filthy human female accessory," he insisted disdainfully, as if it was foolish for her to even suggest such a thing, "This contains my low tech weapons. Even a little human-thing like you would be able to operate them." Gaz glared at him for the slight on her intelligence, and snatched the purse-like article from his gloved hands. The girl rifled through it looking for something that would be quiet, at least for the first shot. She found what looked to be some kind of high tech alien dart gun. Zim watched her carefully, ready to step in should she seem hesitant or need help.
Neither was the case and Gaz raised the gun and pointed it at the boy who had suggested she was going out with Zim. The boy wasn't paying attention to her, he was half turned and the side of his neck was wide open. He was just begging to be shot. Gaz pulled the trigger and with a soft pwish the dart shot out and buried itself deep in his neck. Looking for the dart she realized it had actually been a very small thin laser driven spike. The spike was inside the boy's neck and the laser hadn't harmed the human's skin at all. Very slowly, as if on some kind of cheesy cartoon, the boy fell to the ground. Knees. Hands. Body. Head. A loud shrill scream echoed through the room, and the game began.
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When you watch scary movies, you know those real slasher films with gallons of blood and at least three insane serial killers, there are some things they don't tell you. In reality, the blonde bimbo doesn't survive and she doesn't get the man of her dreams. The serial killers aren't always caught, and there's normally no happy ending. The killers aren't always disturbed, insane, creepy adult males. And there's no way someone could bleed that much and still be alive.
The movies never tell you what it's like to be the killer. They don't say anything about the pure adrenaline rush that blasts through your system like a drug. There is no mention of the fact that you hardly ever remember anything afterward except flashes. And there aren't many movies where the killers are an alien and a teenage girl with a grudge.
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Gaz gazed at the edge of the machete with an amused smirk. The primitive human weapon was something she hadn't expected Zim to carry on his person, although it did have a kind of feral attraction that appealed to her. Looking closer at it she saw it wasn't the traditional human weapon, but appeared to be a modified form of the large broad-bladed knife. It was outfitted with a laser at the base of the handle, and she couldn't identify the metal it was made of. No matter, as long as it cut she didn't really care.
The young girl stood up from examining the machete and looked around the now trashed room. Zim had decided to have some fun with his spider legs before actually attacking the humans. "Come out, come out." she called in an almost playful manner. The doors leading outside and to the hallway had been barricaded by a certain little green alien, and the remaining party guests had holed themselves up in whatever shelter they could find.
"Zim grows tired of waiting!" The Irken announced as he lowered himself next to Gaz on his spider legs. The walls, tables, furniture, and just about everything else had been torn apart in his initial attack, but he was just warming up. Zim's advanced eyes flicked around the room searching for the tell tale flashes of heat that signaled a human was hiding. "There." he pointed a gloved hand behind the couch, and Gaz bolted for it.
There was a scream as the blonde girl hiding behind the cough saw Gaz looming over her. Gaz brandished the knife and advanced on one of the people who had made her life hell…and then a bright light flashed. A smoking hole appeared in the girl's torso. Zim stood behind her smirking and holding a deadly looking alien gun. The girl collapsed in a heap.
"Zim, you jerk!" Gaz exclaimed furiously, "That one was mine!"
"Zim jerks nothing!" he protested, "You did not designate the worm as your own kill." Zim pointed at her accusingly. Gaz scowled at him and turned on her heal, amber eyes searching for the next target. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a flash of movement. Acting out of instinct she flung the blade in the direction of the flash, and heard a strangled yelp. Turning she saw her knife had caught the arm of a thirteen year old boy.
A sadistic smile crept across her face as she walked purposefully toward her prey. The screams of Zim's newest catch could be heard from behind her so she knew that she would have this one all to herself. The boy could clearly see her approaching, but was too preoccupied with his heavily bleeding arm to flee. "Let me get that for you," Gaz offered politely, and extended her small hand to pull the machete out of the boy's forearm. He gasped with pain, staring at his mangled appendage. The boy didn't have much time to think however.
Gaz reversed the knife so that its blade pointed downward. The blade swept through the air and buried itself in the chest of her victim. A satisfying rush of crimson engulfed her hands and flowed onto the floor to stain her shoes as well. The boy stared at her for a few seconds before he went completely limp and slumped to the floor. Four down, she mentally noted, six to go.
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Two long sharp spider legs pierced her stomach. She tried to scream but one of the slender metal objects had pierced the very bottom of her lung, and she could barely breathe. Zim's grin stretched from antennae to antennae, his eyes narrowed sinisterly. In all the excitement his wig had fallen from his head and one contact was all that was left of his disguise. The girl stared at the ghastly apparition in front of her. Green skin. Red eye. Metal legs. What was this thing? She didn't have the time to find out, as soon as Zim extracted the spider legs she blacked out from the loss of blood.
"Zim has concluded his carnage." The alien announced importantly. Gaz didn't look at him; she was preoccupied with seeing how many parts she could tear off of her current victim before he succumbed to the pain and fainted. With a final wrench, the poor kid's arm popped from the socket and his head slumped over as he fell unconscious.
"Who's next?" Gaz asked her companion in a business-like manner. She wiped her hands off on the skirt of her dress, the blood left red streaks in the white parts but the black parts were relatively unchanged.
"Only one meat puppet remains," Zim informed her, "Zim assumed you reserved the pleasure of his death for yourself." Normally he would have slaughtered the boy indiscriminately, but as Gaz was leading the mission she was of higher rank and had her personal kills. He would not deny her that. And he was a little hesitant to piss her off again since the result was usually pain.
Gaz's amber eyes combed the room, "Iggins is the only one?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer she shrugged, "Leave him. No one would believe him anyway, and it's more torture to go through your life with this kind of memory." The girl smirked. She had once promised Iggins that she would plunge him into a nightmare world from which there is no awakening. This was merely a further continuation of the nightmare, the momentary respite from horror wasn't him waking up, but merely a slight lull in the terror she had planned for him.
Zim stared at her, his mouth hung open slightly in an uncomprehending look, "What are we doing with him?" he asked her once more. Had he heard right? She was going to leave him? Was this customary for humans? It didn't seem logical in any way, but if she said they were going to let the stupid child go then he would have to acquiesce.
"We are not going to harm him physically," she spoke slowly to make sure he heard and understood her words. Zim's face warped into a frown, but he made no comment. "Here," the purple haired teenager handed him his wig and contact, "you dropped these." The alien gave Gaz a sharp nod in thanks and replaced his disguise.
The two looked around unconsciously; now that they had accomplished what they had set out to do, they weren't sure what to do next. Zim blinked a couple times as his Irken eyes got accustomed to the scratchy contacts. As his eyes darted around the room they caught on something black in a dark corner. A flicker of light reflected off the lens of the camera, and the red 'record' light was flashing. Zim's eyes widened in shock. He had seen camcorders often enough in the hands of Dib to know what they were and what they did. "Don't forget the video!" he cried and rushed over to the camera on its tripod.
His spastic exclamation made Gaz turn and watch him dart over to the machine. Her eyes rolled, "We'll just take it with us. I'll keep it in my room." Zim eyed her skeptically, but shrugged and grabbed the camera off of the stand. He quickly figured out how it worked and aimed it at Gaz,
"Don't forget to smile," he told her jokingly. To his surprise-and her own-her lips curved upward slightly at the corners.
Author's Notes;;I'm SOOOOO sorry I didn't post this. But don't feel bad, I didn't post like...any new chapters of anything forever. So, I'm sorry, but you know...life. It just doesn't make room for consistent fanfic. This wasn't as graphic and violent as it was in my head. Oh well. I noticed chapter 1 had 1k words, 2 had 2k and this has 3k. Odd, eh? Can you imagine, this was suppost to be a ONESHOT! Lol.
Um, anyone who's heard the Birthday Massacre song, kudos if you can pick out the lines from the song that I put in this chappie. Next chappie is the end, but there will be...not really a sequel but a story after this that is in the same story-verse. I dunno. W/e. I'm rambling cause it's late.
And if you're still reading the lame author's notes then I command you: READ HOSPITAL JELLO. Because it pwns, and it should have more reviews than it has. Oh, and before you do that: Review this chappie! Or Gaz and her machete will FIND you. Wow...the caps lock makes me sound like Zim.
Oh, and a note about Zim. I think he seems a little OOC because he doesn't have all the caps and italics...but that's kind of on purpose. I can't stand reading a story with Zim and Gir and every single word is caps or italics. So, there you go. Dib will show up in the next chapter and...maybe a little more ZAGR? Um...ya...duh.
Thanks for listening to the ramble and reading the chappie.
&&..dead chick walking..