Disclaimer: This is a fanfic written strictly for pleasure, not for pay.
Zim belongs to Jhonen Vasquez. Is that ok?
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The darkness in the room was smothering. The night was far too cold and the silence outside made Trek nervous. He had come home hours later than he was supposed to-all because he had let himself be defeated. His head throbbed and he laid back down in bed. He could hear creaking- long, scratchy, gritty- like the alien's voice- beyond the pool of light staining the floor, outside the window.
'Come outside, Trek... If you don't come outside I'm going to come get you...'
Trek held his breath. He wasn't going to let the alien scare him, so he slid more deeply into the security of his covers. His face got hot and he took a breath of the stale, dry air under the blanket. There was no more sound. Not a sound at all.
'Come outside...Fall out of the window, Trek...I'm waiting for you...'
Despite the heat, Trek began to shudder violently. He couldn't stand being all alone with the alien just outside his window. His dad had told him horrible stories about him when he was alive. The alien would kill him if he didn't kill the alien first. He didn't want to die. So he would slay the monster-save humanity- just like the brave warriors in the story books.
Not now though! Not now in the unforgiving dark! The silent, cold, painful dark! He couldn't stand it anymore!
The hallway wasn't long, and Trek was standing in front of his mother's bedroom in a matter of moments. He only had to reach for the doorknob to get into the room and escape the alien's evil. He only had to reach...
'Yeah, that's right, Trek...Run to your mommy...She'll protect you...All babies need protecting, Trek...'
"No!"
The whisper was hoarse, like splintered wood.
"I can't be afraid of him. I have to save Earth!"
And, as if by magic, the fear left him. He was alone in the hallway, and the alien was gone. So he trotted back up the hall.
The room was different now, when he stepped into it. It wasn't as cold, and noises abounded. It seemed to be full of ideas- thoughts. They flew through the air, resembling hair ribbons in a calm breeze. All Trek had to do was catch one. When he did, it became quiet.
Golden leaves holding desperately onto their branches fell to a mass grave below, where they died in silence surrounded by their families.
The much-used street, likewise, was deathly silent as cars passed.
The wind carried midnight riders through the air and into the velvety blackness of the sky in divine and serene silence.
Trek fell asleep clutching a plan, one that would surely destroy the invader, in a beautiful and perfectly empty silence, and the night thereafter was calm and undisturbed.
When the boy woke the next morning, he could feel a newly discovered knowledge running through his veins and an even better scheme that could not be beaten. Trek would win this time. No doubt about it! He would get his revenge...
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Alright, it was short, but I'm trying as hard as I can, and I know where this is going, so keep reading and reviewing!
~~~@~~~
The darkness in the room was smothering. The night was far too cold and the silence outside made Trek nervous. He had come home hours later than he was supposed to-all because he had let himself be defeated. His head throbbed and he laid back down in bed. He could hear creaking- long, scratchy, gritty- like the alien's voice- beyond the pool of light staining the floor, outside the window.
'Come outside, Trek... If you don't come outside I'm going to come get you...'
Trek held his breath. He wasn't going to let the alien scare him, so he slid more deeply into the security of his covers. His face got hot and he took a breath of the stale, dry air under the blanket. There was no more sound. Not a sound at all.
'Come outside...Fall out of the window, Trek...I'm waiting for you...'
Despite the heat, Trek began to shudder violently. He couldn't stand being all alone with the alien just outside his window. His dad had told him horrible stories about him when he was alive. The alien would kill him if he didn't kill the alien first. He didn't want to die. So he would slay the monster-save humanity- just like the brave warriors in the story books.
Not now though! Not now in the unforgiving dark! The silent, cold, painful dark! He couldn't stand it anymore!
The hallway wasn't long, and Trek was standing in front of his mother's bedroom in a matter of moments. He only had to reach for the doorknob to get into the room and escape the alien's evil. He only had to reach...
'Yeah, that's right, Trek...Run to your mommy...She'll protect you...All babies need protecting, Trek...'
"No!"
The whisper was hoarse, like splintered wood.
"I can't be afraid of him. I have to save Earth!"
And, as if by magic, the fear left him. He was alone in the hallway, and the alien was gone. So he trotted back up the hall.
The room was different now, when he stepped into it. It wasn't as cold, and noises abounded. It seemed to be full of ideas- thoughts. They flew through the air, resembling hair ribbons in a calm breeze. All Trek had to do was catch one. When he did, it became quiet.
Golden leaves holding desperately onto their branches fell to a mass grave below, where they died in silence surrounded by their families.
The much-used street, likewise, was deathly silent as cars passed.
The wind carried midnight riders through the air and into the velvety blackness of the sky in divine and serene silence.
Trek fell asleep clutching a plan, one that would surely destroy the invader, in a beautiful and perfectly empty silence, and the night thereafter was calm and undisturbed.
When the boy woke the next morning, he could feel a newly discovered knowledge running through his veins and an even better scheme that could not be beaten. Trek would win this time. No doubt about it! He would get his revenge...
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Alright, it was short, but I'm trying as hard as I can, and I know where this is going, so keep reading and reviewing!
