Here's the long-awaited third chapter! Well, I guess it wasn't that long.
On we go!
Where we last saw our hero.
Dib stands in a dark kitchen, trying to read a note. As that does not work, he reaches out to turn the light on. and "a gloved hand snapped out of nowhere, pinning his wrist to the wall."
Ooh. I left you hanging in a sneaky spot! Here we go.
Dib's reflexes completely took over. Forgetting about the paper, Dib let his full weight fall away from the hand's direction. He began shrugging off his bag, intent on breaking lose.
This plan was to no avail. Dib's assailant fell with him, landing on his back as they crashed to the floor. Another hand shoved his right cheek down to the dirty tile.
"Prepared to surrender yet, pathetic worm-baby?"
Dib sighed, relieved and annoyed all at once. "Whatever, Zim. Get off me."
The not-so-heavy alien shifted hands planted impatiently on his hips as he waited for Dib to brush off. Stretching his back and straightening his glasses, Dib finally turned to Zim, silently fuming and wishing his glare could incinerate him.
"You dropped this." Zim skimmed over the paper between his claws. "'I'll be back early tonight. Be home.'"
Dib's eyes widened as he lunged for the note. He'd forgotten to read it this morning, having just shoved it in his pocket.
Zim transferred it to the other hand, leaving Dib to rebound off the wall. "Now," Zim mused, "whatever would an important man like your father come home early for? He must have something to say to you - or give you."
"Zim, just get out of here," Dib nearly pleaded. The memory of the last time he'd had a friend over was still vivid in his mind - and on his scarred knee. He couldn't imagine the professor's reaction when Dib wasn't waiting alone, and he didn't care to experience it.
"He probably has some device you asked him to create," Zim argued to no one, "something that you would use to annihilate my base, or sneak into my lab with, perhaps. I will find out what it is, Dib-monkey. You shall not fool ZIM!" He struck a pose, fists raised high.
Dib sighed, looking at his watch. Half an hour?! He could be here at any moment!
Dib dashed out of the kitchen, leaving a perplexed Zim behind. Up the stairs, through the door, bag under the bed.
Appearing as suddenly as he'd disappeared, Dib grabbed Zim from behind, shoving him into the nearby closet. As Zim tried to protest, Dib cut him off. "If you even *think* of saying or doing anything when my father gets here." Dib trailed off for a moment, trying furiously to think. ".H-he'll take you to his lab and do. stuff!"
Zim would have spoken again, were it not for the door slamming in his face. Only slightly relieved, Dib turned to leave, almost running into.
Dib swallowed hard.
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Zim silently cursed Dib for placing him in this situation. Now, trapped in this filthy kitchen closet, he would have to wait for the opportune moment before he could escape. And he didn't even know Dib's horrible plan yet.
Zim turned the knob, making sure he hadn't been and wouldn't be locked in by leaving the door just slightly ajar. The muffled voices of Dib and Professor Membrane could be heard more clearly, and their shadows told him exactly where they were in the kitchen. He listened, hoping he might see what horrible invention they were planning on for his demise.
He heard the professor's voice first. ".sweep this floor? It's the simplest of chores and you can't even take care of that! You're such a worthless piece of-"
"Maybe I'd know some of this stuff if someone was around to show me how it's done!" Dib's voice carried more anger and fear all at once than Zim had ever heard him display before. "I just worry about taking care of myself, and you couldn't even teach me that!"
Zim heard a crack like flesh on flesh. His eyes widened. "You ungrateful son of a bitch! I spend my time working on things you couldn't begin to imagine of, working so you can live in comfort. And this is how you thank me?! I do more for you than you would ever do for anyone else!"
"It's not doing me any good, damnit! Would you just take one second to look at me?"
There was a slight pause. "The only way that I've failed," the professor spoke slowly, "shows every time I remember what you are: a faggot." The last word was accompanied by a harsh blow that sent Dib to the floor. Safe in the closet, Zim saw him nearly hit the kitchen table as he fell. 'He's gay?'
The boy rose to his feet as quickly as he could, turning to face his father again. 'Why does he keep going back?' Zim wondered silently.
"Have you ever realized that you played a part in who I am?" He gestured wildly. "I've never been good enough for you! And -"
"You never even tried!" Dib's father stepped forward, shoving his son against the wall. A hanging picture fell to the floor and shattered. "I've never gotten any respect from you, ever!"
"You don't give me reason to respect you, *Dad!*" Dib screamed. "How the hell am I supposed to treat you when you do this shit to me?!"
A gut punch silenced him. Zim watched as Dib fell to the floor, gasping for air. "You won't get anywhere like that! People will disrespect you all your damned life -" A sharp kick. "- but you'll still have to show respect!" The larger man hoisted his son up by the collar of his jacket. "When you get into the real world, you'll never make it anywhere!" He roughly let go.
"I'm already doing better than you ever will!" Dib was unrelenting. He seemed determined to win this argument. 'You won't win anything if you're not alive, Dib,' Zim thought to himself.
The professor cackled maniacally. "I don't see you succeeding at anything. You're worthless."
Dib took a deep, strained breath. His voice calm, Dib replied, "Not according to the last boyfriend I had."
Zim couldn't even see what force had hurled Dib to the ground, it moved so fast. "Shut up, bastard! I told you, I do not accept or even *tolerate* your fuck buddies! And he didn't stick around for very long, did he?!"
By the end of his rant, Dib had picked himself up again. It was obvious to Zim that he wouldn't be able to take too much more. Dib spoke again. "He wasn't a fuck buddy! He loved me!"
His father sneered. "Yeah, I bet he did. And I bet you loved him too, *Dib*- " he moved closer, "-especially when he did *this!*"
His gloved hand thrust forward, landing in Dib's crotch. Zim's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dib gasped in shock, a look of fear splayed across his features. He tried backing away, hands desperately pushing at his father. But Dib was already against the wall. Nowhere to go.
The professor stepped even closer, landing his other fist repeatedly on the side of Dib's head. The boy whispered something Zim couldn't hear.
"Stop?" his father snorted. "You're the one who likes this Dib, remember?" He still held onto Dib through his pants. "And this-" he tugged the pants down, boxers with them.
Dib began sobbing hysterically, begging for him to stop. He shoved at his father with outstretched arms, trying to get into the connected living room. The professor grabbed Dib's lower legs, making him fall in the doorway. All Zim could see now were Dib's lower legs and some of the professor, hands and knees on the floor over his son.
"You like this," he heard the older man say. Dib continued to shout. "And this-" Dib let out a scream unlike anything Zim had ever heard before. It made a shiver run down his back.
That's what finally kicked Zim into action. Enemy or not, this was *wrong*. This was beyond wrong; it was. really bad.
Letting out a cry, Zim leapt from the closet, he landed facing the professor, who had turned to look. Stun gun in hand, Zim rendered him unconscious with a single shot. The alien sighed in relief.
The only noise left was Dib's feverish panting. Putting his weapon away, he moved toward Dib, quick but cautious. He was nearly unconscious. Zim winced at the blood on the floor.
Bending down, Zim flipped the professor on his back, freeing Dib's legs. The boy cried out in pain, enough strength left to look up at his rescuer. The look in his eyes would keep Zim awake for nights to come.
On his knees beside Dib, he whispered to him softly before removing the professor's fist as carefully as he could. It was then that Zim decided he would care for Dib until he was well.
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Shit, I can't believe I just wrote that. Wow. I'm even in shock. Don't flame me, I didn't even know where I was going there.
*shiver* How could I be so evil?....
On we go!
Where we last saw our hero.
Dib stands in a dark kitchen, trying to read a note. As that does not work, he reaches out to turn the light on. and "a gloved hand snapped out of nowhere, pinning his wrist to the wall."
Ooh. I left you hanging in a sneaky spot! Here we go.
Dib's reflexes completely took over. Forgetting about the paper, Dib let his full weight fall away from the hand's direction. He began shrugging off his bag, intent on breaking lose.
This plan was to no avail. Dib's assailant fell with him, landing on his back as they crashed to the floor. Another hand shoved his right cheek down to the dirty tile.
"Prepared to surrender yet, pathetic worm-baby?"
Dib sighed, relieved and annoyed all at once. "Whatever, Zim. Get off me."
The not-so-heavy alien shifted hands planted impatiently on his hips as he waited for Dib to brush off. Stretching his back and straightening his glasses, Dib finally turned to Zim, silently fuming and wishing his glare could incinerate him.
"You dropped this." Zim skimmed over the paper between his claws. "'I'll be back early tonight. Be home.'"
Dib's eyes widened as he lunged for the note. He'd forgotten to read it this morning, having just shoved it in his pocket.
Zim transferred it to the other hand, leaving Dib to rebound off the wall. "Now," Zim mused, "whatever would an important man like your father come home early for? He must have something to say to you - or give you."
"Zim, just get out of here," Dib nearly pleaded. The memory of the last time he'd had a friend over was still vivid in his mind - and on his scarred knee. He couldn't imagine the professor's reaction when Dib wasn't waiting alone, and he didn't care to experience it.
"He probably has some device you asked him to create," Zim argued to no one, "something that you would use to annihilate my base, or sneak into my lab with, perhaps. I will find out what it is, Dib-monkey. You shall not fool ZIM!" He struck a pose, fists raised high.
Dib sighed, looking at his watch. Half an hour?! He could be here at any moment!
Dib dashed out of the kitchen, leaving a perplexed Zim behind. Up the stairs, through the door, bag under the bed.
Appearing as suddenly as he'd disappeared, Dib grabbed Zim from behind, shoving him into the nearby closet. As Zim tried to protest, Dib cut him off. "If you even *think* of saying or doing anything when my father gets here." Dib trailed off for a moment, trying furiously to think. ".H-he'll take you to his lab and do. stuff!"
Zim would have spoken again, were it not for the door slamming in his face. Only slightly relieved, Dib turned to leave, almost running into.
Dib swallowed hard.
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Zim silently cursed Dib for placing him in this situation. Now, trapped in this filthy kitchen closet, he would have to wait for the opportune moment before he could escape. And he didn't even know Dib's horrible plan yet.
Zim turned the knob, making sure he hadn't been and wouldn't be locked in by leaving the door just slightly ajar. The muffled voices of Dib and Professor Membrane could be heard more clearly, and their shadows told him exactly where they were in the kitchen. He listened, hoping he might see what horrible invention they were planning on for his demise.
He heard the professor's voice first. ".sweep this floor? It's the simplest of chores and you can't even take care of that! You're such a worthless piece of-"
"Maybe I'd know some of this stuff if someone was around to show me how it's done!" Dib's voice carried more anger and fear all at once than Zim had ever heard him display before. "I just worry about taking care of myself, and you couldn't even teach me that!"
Zim heard a crack like flesh on flesh. His eyes widened. "You ungrateful son of a bitch! I spend my time working on things you couldn't begin to imagine of, working so you can live in comfort. And this is how you thank me?! I do more for you than you would ever do for anyone else!"
"It's not doing me any good, damnit! Would you just take one second to look at me?"
There was a slight pause. "The only way that I've failed," the professor spoke slowly, "shows every time I remember what you are: a faggot." The last word was accompanied by a harsh blow that sent Dib to the floor. Safe in the closet, Zim saw him nearly hit the kitchen table as he fell. 'He's gay?'
The boy rose to his feet as quickly as he could, turning to face his father again. 'Why does he keep going back?' Zim wondered silently.
"Have you ever realized that you played a part in who I am?" He gestured wildly. "I've never been good enough for you! And -"
"You never even tried!" Dib's father stepped forward, shoving his son against the wall. A hanging picture fell to the floor and shattered. "I've never gotten any respect from you, ever!"
"You don't give me reason to respect you, *Dad!*" Dib screamed. "How the hell am I supposed to treat you when you do this shit to me?!"
A gut punch silenced him. Zim watched as Dib fell to the floor, gasping for air. "You won't get anywhere like that! People will disrespect you all your damned life -" A sharp kick. "- but you'll still have to show respect!" The larger man hoisted his son up by the collar of his jacket. "When you get into the real world, you'll never make it anywhere!" He roughly let go.
"I'm already doing better than you ever will!" Dib was unrelenting. He seemed determined to win this argument. 'You won't win anything if you're not alive, Dib,' Zim thought to himself.
The professor cackled maniacally. "I don't see you succeeding at anything. You're worthless."
Dib took a deep, strained breath. His voice calm, Dib replied, "Not according to the last boyfriend I had."
Zim couldn't even see what force had hurled Dib to the ground, it moved so fast. "Shut up, bastard! I told you, I do not accept or even *tolerate* your fuck buddies! And he didn't stick around for very long, did he?!"
By the end of his rant, Dib had picked himself up again. It was obvious to Zim that he wouldn't be able to take too much more. Dib spoke again. "He wasn't a fuck buddy! He loved me!"
His father sneered. "Yeah, I bet he did. And I bet you loved him too, *Dib*- " he moved closer, "-especially when he did *this!*"
His gloved hand thrust forward, landing in Dib's crotch. Zim's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Dib gasped in shock, a look of fear splayed across his features. He tried backing away, hands desperately pushing at his father. But Dib was already against the wall. Nowhere to go.
The professor stepped even closer, landing his other fist repeatedly on the side of Dib's head. The boy whispered something Zim couldn't hear.
"Stop?" his father snorted. "You're the one who likes this Dib, remember?" He still held onto Dib through his pants. "And this-" he tugged the pants down, boxers with them.
Dib began sobbing hysterically, begging for him to stop. He shoved at his father with outstretched arms, trying to get into the connected living room. The professor grabbed Dib's lower legs, making him fall in the doorway. All Zim could see now were Dib's lower legs and some of the professor, hands and knees on the floor over his son.
"You like this," he heard the older man say. Dib continued to shout. "And this-" Dib let out a scream unlike anything Zim had ever heard before. It made a shiver run down his back.
That's what finally kicked Zim into action. Enemy or not, this was *wrong*. This was beyond wrong; it was. really bad.
Letting out a cry, Zim leapt from the closet, he landed facing the professor, who had turned to look. Stun gun in hand, Zim rendered him unconscious with a single shot. The alien sighed in relief.
The only noise left was Dib's feverish panting. Putting his weapon away, he moved toward Dib, quick but cautious. He was nearly unconscious. Zim winced at the blood on the floor.
Bending down, Zim flipped the professor on his back, freeing Dib's legs. The boy cried out in pain, enough strength left to look up at his rescuer. The look in his eyes would keep Zim awake for nights to come.
On his knees beside Dib, he whispered to him softly before removing the professor's fist as carefully as he could. It was then that Zim decided he would care for Dib until he was well.
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Shit, I can't believe I just wrote that. Wow. I'm even in shock. Don't flame me, I didn't even know where I was going there.
*shiver* How could I be so evil?....
