Author's Note: DUN DUN DUUUUUUUN! Chapter 1 through 3 in one night? Yep! This is what happens when I'm inspired and on a roll. Plus, I wanna get to this one scene I made up while listening to Taylor Swift's song for the new Hunger Games movie(WATCHING IT ON THE PREMIER!).
This one is Zim's point of view now. He's hard to keep in character, because I have to tap into my inner asshole(not literally, you pervs!). I'll do my best!
Don't flame. It's not good for your health.
I don't own Invader Zim or Jig. I own Lez and the Free-Thinkers, who will not make an appearance in this chapter.
ENJOYZ!
===THE FIRE GAMES===
"Congratulations, Zim! You're a tribute for this year's Fire Games!"
Zim stared, stunned. Only exiles, convicts, and Free-Thinkers were in the Fire Games. "What?"
The Tallest looked at each other and laughed. "You actually thought we had sent you on a 'secret mission'?" the crimson-eyed one snickered, wiping a tear from his eye. Zim's shoulders drooped.
"I... wasn't?" he murmured, wide-eyed and shocked.
"No! You were sent to whatever mudball you're on so we could get rid of you, you gullible defective!" Purple chortled. That word stung more than anything else. Defective.
"And to think, we considered giving you another chance!" Red snorted. "Seeing as that last plan was actually kind of good. Until it failed, like everything else you do." He scoffed. "No, we decided to put you out of your misery finally."
"Yeah, since you ruined the trial," Purple murmured under his breath, just loud enough for Zim to hear.
"See you in a week, Zim!" Red smirked evilly. The transmission cut, leaving Zim alone and in a type of pain he'd never felt before.
The memory re-ran in Zim's mind as he sat in the Voot.
His base had been deactivated, Gir had been destroyed, and his pride had been ripped from him. The short Irken had nothing left, nothing but memories and anguish and a little plastic toy piggie he snagged from Gir's stash before he was locked out of his base forever. He didn't even have the opportunity to prepare himself to leave, because within three hours a Tallest-issued Voot came.
Zim looked out the window, watching the stars pass by in a blur. In a week he'd be in an arena with thirty-two other Irkens, fighting for his life. Not like that wasn't what he did most of his life anyway, but this time there was a purpose for it- the basic instinct to surivive.
As he sat, thinking and rubbing the toy piggie's rubbery ears between his fingers, anger welled up in Zim. How dare the Tallest disrespect the amazing Zim by forcing him to die? Well, he'd show them that Zim wasn't a failure. He would win this year's Games, and rub it in their faces for years to come. Never again would the Tallest doubt Zim's superiority over all the other invaders.
This time, his plan could not fail. He would win, not only the Fire Games, but the respect of the entire empire and then some.
It seemed that Zim had only been off dreaming for a few minutes when his Voot approached the convention planet. Smirking, Zim ported and was greeted at the teleporter by three guards.
"Are you tribute Zim?" one asked. Zim puffed out his chest, trying to be proud of his impending death.
"Of course! I AM ZIM!" he shouted.
"Follow us," another guard droned. Zim strutted off, one guard in front and the other two behind him. He was dropped off at his suite and warned to not leave under any circumstance.
It was actually a very nice room. A couch and a large screen for viewing the results of various pre-Fire Games activities, like the interviews and rating competition. A large glass door gave a perfect view of Conventia, and it opened to a decent-sized balcony. At least here the air isn't so putrid, Zim thought as he stepped out and looked out into the streets below him.
He thought of his plan, going over it again and again in his mind, making sure every loophole was covered by another strategy.
Victory would be Zim's, at last.
===THE FIRE GAMES===
Another short one. Oh well. It gets the point across. I think I write too fast-paced. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm writing at two in the morning.
Anyway, I'm horrible at Zim. I cannot stay in character, no matter what I do! I always feel like I'm writing a male me when I write Zim! Ugh!
Review, please, even though this one isn't my best.