Crystal Child

by Azuranaito

"When the time comes, when the darkness disappears, you will have your freedom, crystal child, Kamaria." This all started because of the search for a superweapon. The weapon was a child, sealed away long ago because of fear. Darkness. And now he's set her free. Free to walk the Earth again among humans. Only to end it all later on. But does he really want to?

4. Chapter 4

Crystal Child

Disclaimer: *points to other stories*

Chapter 4: Integration, Part 3

Monday had came too soon for the Irken invader. With the little bit he had done over the day, he had wished that it were still Saturday. Zim walked on the sidewalk to the Skool in his human disguise and he mentally cursed himself for failing to continue his research on Kamaria. But when he attempted to do anything else that day, he got a face full of wet spaghetti noodles, and great Mother Irk, that stung as bad as meats and water.

Water... water... he began to think of the Dib and what way he might assault Zim this time. Maybe that will change when Kamaria joins Zim in the ranks of the Skool. She seemed to have powers that harnessed ice and snow, and psychic powers. He seemed to admire those abilities. They were very powerful, he knew this.

And the biggest threat to his mission will soon be quaking in his boots. Zim grinned wickedly at the thought. The building he so loathed began to come into view. The bus was also unloading the filthy humans that he so despised. Oh, how this hell will be over soon. When the wave of human swine began to soon dissipate, Zim began to follow.

Not many people bothered to go inside the cafeteria. Most kids had their breakfast at home because the food at the Skool was about as edible as the waste from a nuclear power plant. Though, as a custom all Earth children undergo before the first bell rings, they talk among their peers- an opportunity Dib usually takes to try and expose Zim, with the exceptions of class discussions. The Irken looked around for the big headed child, but never found him. Maybe he was dead? Heh, yeah, right.

Zim scowled when he saw Dib enter the classroom about two minutes before the bell rang. The human child came in the room, slightly disfigured with dark bruises and injuries of that nature. The Gaz-beast must have inflicted bodily harm to her brother again. Dib turned towards Zim and glared at him for a moment. The Irken invader, usually ready to make a comeback, didn't do anything. He just scribbled down something on a sheet of paper. As Dib walked away, confused, he stole a glance at what Zim was writing.

"8:16, the time "she" will call. The spider will find her way to the web, and the bugs will soon follow."

That was what Dib could make out of through the slim window of opportunity, and he was confused. What did he mean "she will call" or "the spider will find her way to the web"? What does Zim mean by that? Is it part of his plan? Silence reign this time in the classroom when Ms. Bitters began her lesson. She droned on about the destruction that occured on 9/11 when the phone on her desk began to ring. The children stiffened, mostly out of fear, and curiosity; usually when the phone rang, it meant that a teacher was calling to complain or a new student was coming. The silence made the room appear dead. All that was heard was the raspy voice of their spiteful, elderly teacher.

"Hello?!" She rasped out, angry that someone had the gall to interrupt her lecture about the lives claimed on 9/11. It was hard to make out, but a male voice with the accent of a Spaniard was heard over the line. Zim smirked and snickered for a second. Dib glanced over his shoulder and saw the alien's small, yet smug, grin. He looked at the time, which was 8:16 on the dot! The kids continued to listen.

"Ugh, not another one! What? Wait, what do you mean, "don't give me that tone of voice", I have every gall to complain!" They heard the male voice screaming over the phone, changing from English to another language a few times every now and then. Zim was almost laughing at this point, surprisingly being able to hear the words the "man" was saying. Seems like she is getting furious! He thought to himself.

"I see then. This student seems... intriguing to say the least. I'll have another student send you her registration sheets. Send Zim? Fine. Goodbye." And the phone was hung up. "Zim! Go to the office. A new student's father requests you get their registration sheets." Zim didn't say anything, but nodded, and went to receive the hall pass- a choker that lights up green when you put it on. He left the room.

Dib began to look worried. "She"? "Her"? Zim wouldn't send a robot to school; none of his machines except Minimoose work correctly! But then he remembered that Zim had freed a girl from some strange crystal with supernatural powers and a temperament of fire. Was it that girl? Had Zim taught her English? Dib came to the conclusion that the language she was speaking was indeed Latin. That wasn't good. Whatever Zim had taught her about humans, they were most likely words to turn her against her own kind. Her powers were extremely strong; and with them in the wrong hands, who knows what would happen if she were to lose control?!

One thing was sure: he had to stop them both, for the sake of the human race.

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Later that day, the bell had rang for the kids to go to recess. Dib watched his rival very closely, writing something down... planning. Gaz was sitting next to him, reading a book about witches. "He's planning something, Gaz, and now I KNOW it has something to do with that girl that threw me out of his house that he freed from the crystal! She's coming tomorrow, and who knows what she's going to do when she gets here!"

Gaz looked up from her book and turned toward her brother. "Shut up, Dib. This book is more interesting than your stupid rant about Zim. He's still the same, and who knows, that girl that'll be coming here tomorrow might actually be cool." Dib looked at the cover of the book his sister was reading. It read "Witches of the Elementum". "Gaz, that's a book about witches. You don't like the paranormal. Unless..."

"Shut up! Just because I have a book about witches doesn't mean I like the paranormal, you stupid big headed idiot! Witches are cool and they have enough power to kill everyone in this mother fucking city, and I hope that the girl that comes here tomorrow is a witch that can pop your stupid head with her mind!" Gaz yelled. She put a bookmark in the book about witches and walked away to another bench. Dib sighed then looked at Zim again.

The alien wasn't writing anything down anymore, and was now just staring off at nothing in particular. Dib glared at him, and finally, stood up and walked towards the Irken. He stood in front of Zim, who was still staring at the sky, artificial light blue eyes gazing at the sky. The alien looked bored, and in a bit of a daze. Probably thinking about what to do for his next plan.

"Zim! I know you're planning something!" Dib yelled, pointing an accusatory finger at Zim. Said Irken looked at the child paranormal investigator and played the "innocence" card. "Zim has planned nothing, filthy Earth monkey." Of course, Dib has seen that card before and didn't buy it. "Don't give me any of that! I know you knew Ms. Bitters was going to have a phone call at 8:16 this morning!" Zim rolled his eyes. "You tell lies, LIES! Zim did not expect anything of that sort!"

"Then why were you laughing, then? You didn't know what they were talking about." Dib remarked. "Neither do you, Dib-stink. But I could hear the words of the man on the other line. When he had the spells of anger at the teacher-drone, I could hear he was cursing at her in Latin, and that was amusing to Zim. Case closed, human." Zim began to walk away, but Dib blocked his way.

"Move, stupid human! Move out of Zim's way!"

"I read the little not you had on the desk, Zim! '8:16, the time "she" will call. The spider will find her way to the web, and the bugs will soon follow.', does that sound familiar, Spaceboy?!"

Zim froze at that point, but only briefly. He had to play his cards well at this point. But what does he need to do? The "innocence" card trick failed miserably, but that was because it was a routine card. He had to lie pretty damn good to escape this web. Then he thought of something good.

"Zim was referencing to a line from a book he read at his base Saturday. The call was at 8:16, and the male was led to a trap; and a female woman killed him by stabbing through his heart. Is that satisfactory, Dib? Now move."

The big headed boy moved out of the way as Zim walked off. He didn't believe the alien's story at all; but it did sound like some sort of code. He had to figure out what that meant exactly. He knew the "male" referred to himself most likely, but what about the "female woman"? It couldn't be Gaz. Maybe the girl he unsealed from the crystal? Probable. But that meant he was in for a very bad very... deadly surprise.

A surprise that is colder than ice, and a mind stronger than steel.

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Later that day, Zim returned to his base with the registration paperwork in his hands. Kamaria was sitting on the couch, watching another anime in fixed interest. She was imitating some of the moves the characters were doing, but a wave of psychic energy pulsed and knocked a table over. She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly.

"Having fun over there, Kamaria-witch?" Zim asked, laughing for a moment, taking his disguise off. "I would ask the same about you when you were cackling while I was talking to the bitter woman on the phone earlier the morrow." Kamaria replied with a smirk. Zim was caught off guard with the girl's statement. "You heard Zim?" He asked, confused and shocked.

"How could anyone not? You were giggling like a little girl. It was almost embarrassing to me. And this strange trinket... how can it change my voice to make it sound so much like my father?" Kamaria asked, referring to a strange pen that changes the user's voice. "I'm not going to tell, Kamaria. Because you have to fill out this paperwork." Zim laid several sheets of paperwork down on the table. The witch eyed the packet with confusion.

"Full name? What does it mean by that?" She asked. Zim smacked his head in realization. "Right, Zim forgot. Humans have two, sometimes three names. Do you have three names?" He asked. "Yes. Kamaria Kamryn Alameda, why? Do I write that down?"

"Yes, that's the first thing you write, Zim is sure." Kamaria did as instructed. "Blood type?" She asked, off put by the question. "AB-negative with RH null blood. Zim was studying over your blood again the night before last." Kamaria jotted that down. "Insurance? What in Mother Earth is that?" Zim took the packet away and jotted down "Blue Cross Blue Shield", then jotted down no allergies. He scribbled down that Kamaria was bilingual, speaking English and Latin.

"Which country were you born in, Kamaria-witch?" Zim asked. "I was born in Spain, but grew up in England, which is why my accent isn't a Spaniard's. Just write down "born in England", I'm not getting any younger." Zim nodded and jotted what the witch said down. "They ask for the names of your parents. Just put first and last name for them."

"Mum's name is Katherine Alameda and my father's name is Gabriel Alameda. Write that." Zim nodded and did as instructed. "Your name and your Mommy and Daddy's names are pretty, Snowy. So so pretty." GIR sang cheerfully. Kamaria's lips pursed in a small smile as she giggled a little. "Thank you for the compliment, GIR. Run along now, this is very important."

GIR actually did what he was told and wandered away from his master and mistress. Well, Kamaria wasn't his mistress, but GIR liked her. He liked her a lot. GIR wondered if his master liked Kamaria too. They seem to be extremely similar in many aspects, but Kamaria didn't have Zim's massive ego. She didn't care if she failed; she seemed to care about the planet a whole lot.

GIR observed Zim and Kamaria filling the paperwork out. He kept an eye on them for about three hours; which was how long it took for them to complete everything. That seemed to be very difficult. Kamaria was a human from the past, with none of today's records. The best they could go by was by Zim's notes. Personally, the egoistical Irken was proud of that. He now knew Kamaria had a full name like a normal human, which was strange, considering she was from the twelfth century; about the same time the Black Plague was going around. He had to ask how she and her family survived that before she was sealed away later.

Zim folded the paper back into the normal way. "We are set now, Kamaria, my dear! You remember your mission, do you not?" He asked, tucking the registration paper away in a nylon backpack; probably Kamaria's new pack. She nodded and replied with, "Collect information about the humans at the school, find ways to harm them emotionally, and collect information about the modern times to blend in better. Is that correct, my Dominus?"

"Yes, that is correct, Kamaria-witch. But why did you call me your "dominus"?" Kamaria shrugged absentmindedly. "You've won my respect, which was pretty impressive. It takes a long while to do that." She said, chuckling warmly afterwards. Zim laughed along with her. "Zim figured it would have been faster, but I suppose three days is better than one." Kamaria rolled her eyes with a smile.

GIR was still watching the scene, and he gasped with a broad smile on the S.I.R unit's metal face. "Mastaah's in looooovve! Mastaah's gonna marry Snowy! Yay!" GIR ran off giggling. Luckily, Zim and Kamaria didn't notice the insane S.I.R's giggling. The witch and the alien were now talking idly, mostly coming up with plans.

However, Zim still had his major question to ask. Why does Kamaria hate the humans so much? She was upset the last time I asked her that. I still have to ask... but what will she do? How will she react? He thought to himself. Kamaria noticed that the Irken was staring off for a few minutes.

"Zim? Are you alright?" Kamaria asked. Zim's antennae perked up and he looked back at the witch. "Zim is fine, Kamaria-witch. But, remember the day before today? I asked you a question about why you hate the humans? And you pinned me down on top of my PAK. I apologize for the distress that caused for you, but why do you hate them?"

Kamaria froze when he asked that. She sighed and pushed back a lock of her snowy white hair. Her eyes were starting to water with tears as a small shuddering sigh escaped her. "Well... you could say it happened a long time ago... something I've always known..." She trailed off. "Could you elaborate on that?" He asked. "My father always drilled in my head to despise the humans. During the twelfth century, if you were a witch, you were burned at the stake. Mother was intelligent enough to conceal her eye marking, but Father did not have one. It was not uncommon for male witches to have no eye markings but body marks. Even so, we and the Elementum Clan were chased out of towns and killed because of our powers... because we were witches. Our clan was our family... and they killed them. All of them. My mother, myself, and father were all the known witches left on the world. It's... awful," Kamaria stated, eyes glossy with tears at this point.

"Those monsters are killing Earth! Our home! They all deserve to die! I WILL DESTROY THEM ALL!" She screamed, bursting into tears. And, out of anger, she backhanded Zim with her right hand, leaving a few divots from where her fingernails landed. She began to storm toward the door, but yet again, Zim acted without thinking, doing the same thing he did when Kamaria first learned of the years she was sealed away in the crystal.

"Zim, move. You want the damning humans dead, DON'T YOU?!" Kamaria yelled, venom dripping from her voice. Zim shook his head. "No, Kamaria." He replied, still blocking the door. "You need to move, immediately, Zim! I won't ask again."

"And I won't say again that I won't move from the door, Kamaria." Zim retorted. Kamaria's hair bristled into the flame like form it had took when she first woke. "Then I guess I'll have to move you myself." Zim didn't do anything from that point.

"Do what you like Kamaria, but know this: I'm the only one that can help you, Kamaria-witch. I was the one that pulled you from the crystal, let you in my base, taught you English, and let you use my machines to learn some the ways of your disgusting Earthen life. Now, do you want to wander the present, confused since you are from the past, or with a guide that knows a little about Earth? You will die out there without me; humans are very fearful of magic beings like you."

Kamaria didn't do anything after that. She was virtually frozen in her current state of anger. But Zim knew he got to her. He knew he was right; she did too. Her hair fell and her eyes stopped glowing, but they began to tear up again.

"You sound so much like him sometimes..." She sobbed, whispering the words. But Zim heard them, plain as day. "I sound like who? Your father?" Kamaria nodded and fell to her knees. She was smaller than Zim when she did that, and the wet pearls of her tears dripped to the floor. She grabbed the Irken and pulled him in a hug, which surprised him to no end. But, he returned the crystal child's embrance, carassing her white hair as he did so. It felt like silk, even with his rubber gloves on.

"I'm sorry this had happened, Kamaria. But you will get your revenge. Not today though," Then Zim sighed heavily. "Now I know why you didn't wish to speak of that." Kamaria nodded, still embraced with the Irken, her cold skin against his own. He was warm and she was cold. How strange.

But in his mind, Zim was now confused. The weapon he was going to use to kill the humans was now in his arms, and he was consoling her! What is happening to me? Irkens need no one! I am not a father to nobody! He thought angrily to himself. And yet... she is so powerful, but so delicate. Like an Irken Sunblossom. She reminds me of that. I don't understand though. Is she doing this? Or do I... care about her? Am I showing signs of being a Defective?

Kamaria interrupted his thoughts by letting him free of her embrace. She walked back over to the sofa and sat down. It seems she exhausted herself emotionally from that discussion. Zim felt a little bit of guilt for putting her through that hell of remembering that.

He sat down next to the witch and sighed again. What a long day that was. He kept his eyes fixed on an anime on the TV til they began to close. He breathed a soft breath and let the darkness of slumber take him. It won't be so bad.

"Until tomorrow... Dib-human..." He mumbled in his sleep.

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The day began at 7:30 in the morning for the Irken and the witch. An alarm clock buzzed an annoying sound before Zim finally smacked the dismiss button and shut it off. "How long did we sleep?" Kamaria asked. Before he could answer, Zim let out an admittedly cute yawn before speaking. "About fifteen hours. I dozed off at 4:30 p.m and it is 7:31 a.m right now. So fifteen hours." Kamaria let out a tired groan at that. "What time does it start? You know, the school?"

"8:00. We have 28 minutes. And... did you go to sleep wearing that?" He asked. "I suppose. Why don't we just leave!" Zim bounded off the sofa and grabbed his black wig and contacts. "Come on, let's go! You wanted to leave, didn't you?" He grabbed the witch's hand and they dashed out of the house.

They kept running side by side as fast as they could. Kamaria followed the Irken to the point they were bumping into one another. "Is there any way to transport us to the school faster than our legs?" Kamaria asked. "There is. But humans also ride it, and we both do not wish to deal with that. Besides, it helps with aerobics." Kamaria was confused at that point. "What in Mother Earth does that have to do with anything?" She asked, giggling a little. Zim shrugged while still dashing.

"Zim doesn't know, actually... but damn, at the rate we're going, we won't make it in time. Let's pick up the pace!" And Zim began running faster than Kamaria, but he also started doing what he really didn't want to do ever again- parkour over the fences through a shortcut to get to the Skool. Kamaria followed suit, catching up to the Irken invader and leaping gracefully over the fences. She was running faster than Zim now at this point, and was farther than he was now by three fences.

Eventually, the witch and the Irken were at the school. The school bus had arrived there, and the two were panting from exhaustion. "That... wasn't... so difficult..." Kamaria puffed in between a few laughs. "That... went... a little... too well, Kamaria." Zim puffed out in response to his companion's statement. No one really noticed the witch or the alien, which was good for the both of them. Zim preferred to keep the witchy woman secret for now.

"Alright, Kamaria-witch! You'll have to find the principal's office on your own. Zim has to get to our classroom. Is that understood?" Kamaria laughed again. "Of course it's understood, you bloody fool! Now, wouldn't it be time for us to break?" She asked. Zim nodded and once they went inside, they went their separate ways, but only temporarily. Zim went to Ms. Bitters class, where a lot of kids, including Dib, were already inside, and most of them were talking about what the new student would be like.

Zim smirked hearing these statements. Maybe if they see Kamaria, they might be charmed by her. A witch with psychic powers could be able to hypnotize anyone. Be they the Dib or be it himself; Zim was quite charmed by the white haired witch. He stared down at the desk. "She'll make it, she will make it, she will make it, she will make it..." Zim repeated the mantra for a few minutes until the bell rang. After that, he just repeated it softly for the first piece of class.

Then Ms. Bitters' phone rang again. Zim peered up for the first moment of time that day and heard the begrudgment in the teacher's voice when she heard that Kamaria had arrived. "Send her here." Was all the woman said before slamming the phone back to where it was.

"Class, to celebrate more overcrowding in school, we have another new student. Which means one of you is going down to the Underground Classrooms." Most everyone stiffened at that, except for Zim. He smirked a little at their fearful looks. A bony finger pointed at a boy in between Old Kid and the letter M. Like an instant, the child was transported to a hell world, never to be seen again. A new desk replaced the one sent down. The door opened up, killing the silence of the scared to death children.

"Class, please give a pitiful welcome to our newest student, Kamaria Alameda." Afraid of the teacher's reaction, everyone but Zim waved and said, "Hello, Kamaria." to appease the old woman's wrath. When she didn't hear Zim, Ms. Bitters virtually slithered to the alien's desk. "Zim? Why aren't you giving Kamaria a pitiful welcome with the rest of these rats?" She hissed at him.

"Zim already knows, Kamaria, sir. She lives with me. My family took her off the street when we went to England a few days ago." Zim lied. "It's true, ma'am. Zim and his family took me off the streets. I'm.. I'm orphaned. My mother and father died a long time ago. I owe a lot to them." She smiled a small smile at Zim when she said that.

"Ugh, this rapidly changing tale of sorrow to happiness is making me sick. Sit down in the empty seat and pay attention." Kamaria nodded and sat down in the empty desk. She rested her hand on her chin and stared at the back of a girl's head. Her icy blue eyes were virtually freezing the girl's head almost. She tapped her clawlike fingernails on the desk, the latter clicking, leaving divots in the already damaged desk.

The girl in front of her, supposedly a popular girl named Sara, turned around and shot a look at the witch. "Is there a problem?" Kamaria spoke, with a voice smooth, but venomous. Her eyes narrowed in a glare at the blue haired girl, who shivered in the gaze and quickly turned around. Kamaria scoffed.

Fear. A powerful motivator and drive. I wonder just how many of these bloody imps I could make afraid of me? That one child froze under my icy gaze.

Kamaria's lips were pursed in a wicked smile at that point. But that quickly changed when she got bored and started cutting a snowflake out of a sheet of paper. She froze the water and chemicals inside to make it... well, an actual snowflake, only without the melting! She tucked it away in a pocket in her backpack. She glanced around the room for a while, eyes landing on Zim. He was staring blankly at the wall, pretending to pay attention, but, in all honesty, it just looked like he could pass for being asleep with his eyes open.

Kamaria herself though, was also bored. Nothing amused her, and she was quickly getting irritated with sitting in a disused desk. She began to run a fingernail on the desk, scratching it lightly. After what felt like an eternity of sitting, the bell finally rang, and the children began to leave for recess. Only herself, Zim, and the scythe haired child remained. She picked her backpack up off the ground and walked towards her Dominus.

"Where are they going?" She asked. "Outside for recess. Humans technically get two of these; the second one called "P.E". Why don't we go outside now? I have a few things to ask." Kamaria nodded and the witch and the Irken left the classroom. Dib's eyes widened and at what has been displayed. Not only has Zim taught the strange girl, that he dubbed the Crystal Child, English, but he has also won her over to his side! The side of evil, the side that wants humanity gone! He was mortified that he was too late.

But, what he was about to learn, was that he was too late from the beginning.

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"Look at them... planning." Dib was staring at Zim and Kamaria, talking, but not about what he was thinking. Gaz was next to him, reading her book on witches. She was in the middle of the book, and her attention was solely on that. If the bell were to ring right now, she wouldn't go to her class. She didn't give a response to Dib because of her focus on the book. "Is that book about witches that interesting, Gaz? Come on! I've been trying to expose Zim for months- almost a year, and you don't even care enough to help?"

"I've got better things to do than worry about that stuff. Zim's an idiot, you're an eveb bigger idiot, and, hey, maybe that new girl's an idiot," She looked up from her book to look at Kamaria. "She looks like a couple witches I've seen in this book though; an Ice Witch and a PSI Witch." Gaz stared back at her book. "That's because she is BOTH Ice and PSI! She's what sent me through Zim's roof into the street yesterday!" Gaz rolled her narrowed eyes while still focusing on the thick book.

"I actually buy that she's a witch, Dib. No eleven year old would have real tattoos on their face unless they had really bad or negligent parents, like our dad. But, while that doesn't surprise, the thing that does, is that she's hanging out with Zim. Birds of a feather flock together, bro."

Dib was surprised by what his sister told him. She never believed most of his paranormal talk! All she cared about was either pizza or her gameslave. That being said, she didn't really know what power the witch possessed. Dib kept watching the witch and the alien.

Meanwhile, Zim was now asking the questions he wanted to ask Kamaria. He managed to get one question answered; the question about the Black Plague. Long story short, the plague was caused by a Dark Magic witch seeking revenge on a human. "Well, that was that. But, your powers... are witches born with them, or can witches turn humans into other witches?" Kamaria rested her hand on her chin in thought, trying to search for the right words.

"Well, witches can be Converters. My sharp fingernails have another purpose other than being used for attacks. They are directly required for the Human to Witch Conversion Process."

"Really?" Then Zim got closer to the witch so he could whisper the next question. "Could this be possible for an Irken?"

"It all depends on what kind of energy your blood gives off. It's... sort of like of that anime, " Jojo's Bizarre Adventure", almost. Like, those aspects about blood giving off energy and how it can be used to power attacks. That was what I was trying to attempt yesterday when I was throwing my arm around, but I might've misjudged my PSI energy over my hamon." Kamaria giggled a little bit at that. "However, that doesn't mean I can't teach you. But, I need you to hand me your wrist for a moment."

Zim was a bit off put by the strange request, but obliged to follow the request. He raised an arm up towards Kamaria, who took a part of the limb in her hands. She pulled the sleeve of the alien's uniform shirt to examine the arm. She saw no veins, but assumed that she could still do the scan. Kamaria ran her thumb on the alien's skin, the warmth meeting the cold. Her thumbnail lightly scratched the skin, the feeling of it tickling the Irken. He almost laughed because of the tickly sensation. Kamaria's eyes widened with a smile on her face.

"What is it?" Zim asked, confused at Kamaria's smile. "I believe that it may be possible to go through with it without problem. But I have to find some incense, a spellbook, a high spot formed by the earth and not by humans, and maybe something to dig a rut with. I'll also need to know the dates of the full moons, and what time the full moon will be at its highest."

"Oh, I see. But, I'm not sure if humans even keep spellbooks anymore. But everything else, I can get..." Zim trailed off, looking at Dib, who was staring at them, then toward Gaz, who was reading a thick book. "Seems like the fly is about to walk into the spider's web." The Irken said, a smug grin going on his face. Kamaria turned toward Zim, then looked in front of her, and saw Dib coming their way.

"Now I know what you mean." She replied, a small smile creeping on her face. Dib glared at the alien and the witch. "What are you two planning?!" He yelled. "We are just talking, Dib. Kamaria and I aren't planning anything." Zim explained. "Don't give me that! I KNOW you're planning something! You experimented on this girl, turning her into this! Listen, Kamaria, Zim is a monster, he's going to destroy the human race! Come on!" Dib tried to tug at Kamaria's wrist, but she slapped it away.

"Listen here, wretch! Zim did not do this to me. In fact, he's the only one I trust in this world. You humans have been destroying my home for millenia, you pollute the atmosphere and the water, and for what? You swine do not know how to survive out in the world without any technology to aid you. The Earth would be much safer if witches were still the dominant race. And ohohoho... I'll enjoy planning that out."

Kamaria had a leer that spread quite wide on her face. It was much scarier than when Zim is at his most sinister, by a LONG shot. Even Zim looked a little unnerved. "Now stay out of our way!" Kamaria shoved Dib to the ground with her left hand and she and Zim walked off. Dib stared at the two, a bit fearful, because he saw a dangerous glow in the witch's blue eyes.

"Oh God, Zim. What did you unleash on the Earth...?"

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"Oy! Finally, the day is over! I thought that wouldn't ever end!" Kamaria yelled falling into the couch and startling GIR and Zim in the process. "I guess that you have seen what I deal with, what with the idiocy of the human children. Damn them. This world is doomed to die from stupidity."

"Or from us. Humans are such weaklings." Zim nodded and began walking away. "What are you doing?" Kamaria asked. "Zim has to do something real quick. Do not follow him; it's a surprise." And Zim walked off and went into the kitchen, through a different elevator than the one to his base.

Kamaria was very confused at his actions. But she didn't bother asking; she knew what a surprise was, and she didn't want to make Zim infuriated. The little Irken had quite a temperament. But she did too. Another thing she had in common with the Irken. Kamaria knew that she would rather wait than barge in at the wrong time. Patience was one of her favorite virtues anyway.

She began to think about what happened today and what made her upset. One of the human boys tried to grope her behind. She ended up breaking his arm and hand by flipping him over her shoulder. This was one of the so-called "athletes" or "jocks" that she heard about through hearing some of the "popular girls" talk. Zim was stunned when he saw her pull that awesome move.

Kamaria knew she was a powerful being. She knew she was stronger than the humans. And she knew that when Zim asked about an Irken becoming a witch that he was referring to himself. Kamaria has seen the conversion process when she was seven, when her mother and father were still alive, when she was in the right time. It was one of the few times she was terrified of her mother.

She remembered her mother virtually slicing someone apart with her clawlike fingernails under the light of a full moon at its highest point. The human was bound with ropes on a tree and when Katherine's fingernails struck the ropes, the human fell to the ground in their blood. Ruts were dug so that the blood would fill the rune and the light of the moon would activate the transformation. Incense was used to cleanse the human inhibitions, in the form of gaining unnatural abilities that break the strong away from the weak.

Perhaps she should perform the conversion herself. But there are several repercussions she had to account for: she had to first find the scroll for the Conversion Spell. She also needed incenses and a map of the highest natural point of the city, and of course, a shovel to dig a rut where the rune would be at.

"Kamaria? Kamaria?" Zim was back, and was waving his gloved three fingered hand at the witch. She came back down to Earth and stared into Zim's magenta eyes. She never really noticed until now the color of his eyes. They sparkled a little, much like her rose quartz crystal. They were quite pretty. "Why are you staring at Zim now?" Zim asked. "No reason. Are you done with what you needed to do?" She asked.

"Yes. Follow Zim." Kamaria did as instructed and followed Zim to the other elevator. They went down to another section of Zim's underground base, until the Irken stopped in front of a sky blue door. He opened the door, and a blast of freezing cold air assaulted the duo. Kamaria stepped into the room first.

Her icy blue eyes gazed around the room with awe. The room itself was an icy blue, with a plushy memory foam queen sized mattress in a decorative wooden bedframe. An elegant armoire was next to a lavender door. A wooden drawer was on the other side of the bed, and what looked like a television monitor was. Another lavender door was on the right side of the bed.

"What do you think, Kamaria? I tried my best to make it to your liking." Zim explained. "It's lovely, Zim! I love it!" Kamaria began spinning around ecstatically. She flopped down in the soft bed, smiling as she did so. "Zim doesn't understand how you like it so... cold. He's virtually freezing and you are positively glowing! Seriously, you are GLOWING, Kamaria-witch!"

"Hm?" Kamaria stared at her arm markings, and Zim was right! She was glowing! "Oh, that. That's perfectly normal, Zim. You don't need to worry. This only happens if I experience high euphoria or excitement, in which I'm experiencing both. I LOVE it in here!" She glowed brighter when she said that, much to Zim's delight and relief.

"Well then, you'll like my training area for you. It's next to the armoire, the door to the training area." They went towards the armoire and the temperature only dropped a lot more. There was nothing but icy stalactites and frozen ground. A cold mist blanketed the chamber.

"You must really be in your element in here, Kamaria. But me, this is too cold for an Irken." The witch turned toward Zim. "I'm guessing that your planet doesn't get icy cold temperatures often." Zim shook his head. "Nope, that it doesn't. Irk rarely falls below 50 degrees in the winter. That's why Irken invaders often get special gear if we venture into cold areas. I guess the Tallests believe Zim is stronger; they didn't give me anything but a S.I.R unit, and this planet is always changing!"

"Yeah... the Earth is beautiful that way. But it's better to let it change naturally. The humans are killing their own home planet with the chemicals and the poisons. Curse them to Hell!" Then she sighed again. "Let me stay here for a moment." Zim nodded and went out of the room.

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Several hours later, Zim was down in the base with Kamaria trying to contact the Tallests. He managed to get the signal of the Massive. "OK, here we go, Kamaria-witch!" Zim said excitedly. Kamaria nodded, a serious look glowering in her eyes. The faces of Tallests Red and Purple appeared on the screen.

"My Tallests. I have come to contact you about the condition of my plan. Kamaria's integration is complete." The two Irken leaders were confused about what Zim was talking about. "Who's Kamaria?" Purple asked. "I'm Kamaria. Remember calling me, "Icy" when I first awoke?" She asked. "Hehehe, oh yeah! Wait... how do you know how to speak English now?!"

"Zim taught me. It only took a day to do so. Well, not even a day, really!" Kamaria explained. "She is going to help me gather information on my enemies, destroy them emotionally. Kamaria will be the human's doom." Zim grinned evilly. "Yes, but your Irken soldier has a plan of his own. But, it's best if we do not disclose it until we have everything ready... we have a few things we need to do... heehee."

"Well... OK?" And like that, the transmission ended as fast as it started. Zim began to walk away, but Kamaria stopped him. "Wait, Zim." Said alien turned around. "Yes, Kamaria?" Kamaria pushed a lock of her white hair out of her face. "Thank you." She stated plainly. "For what? Zim was only doing what he needed to do." He explained, more modest than he usually would be. "I'd like to repay you for everything. I'd like to make you a witch... give you my powers."

"Will you lose yours in the process?" He asked. "Nope. But, of course, you know what I need, right?" Zim nodded in confirmation. "Yes, I do. I can get the shovel and the incense and the map of the city, but the hardest thing I could get would be the Conversion Spell."

"Alright. I will be in my quarters then." And Kamaria left, leaving Zim alone to think. So much has happened since the awakening of the crystal child. But, is she still a weapon? Her powers are intense... extreme. A surreal wonder to behold. The powers of ice and snow, and PSI... powers to teleport at will. He hasn't seen any of those powers in action. But if the chancing was right, it would prove devastating.

He will have to wait and see if he wanted to become a witch. Ride out the storm. The powers of that nature were something to wait on simply because they are much too powerful for a normal mortal. He didn't know what the process was. All Zim knew was that he was going to bleed into a strange rune dug into the ground under the light of a full moon at midnight. Dib would be quaking in his boots.

"It is only a matter of time. The beginning of the end is soon coming... hehehehe..."

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Meanwhile, at the Membrane household, Dib was watching a rerun of "Mysterious Mysteries" while Gaz was in her room reading her book. The rerun was just something stupid; the Mystery of Chickenfoot, which was really just some stupid restaurant guy in a chicken costume. Nothing else was on that he wanted to watch, not even on the channel with all the animes..

"You're still watching that stupid show?" A harsh feminine voice asked the big headed child. "Nothing else is on, Gaz, so I'm just boring myself to death with this stupid rerun." Gaz rolled her narrowed eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Anyway, here's my book. You want to read it or do I have to turn it in?"

"Oh, oh, sure! Of course, let me see it!" Dib exclaimed. Gaz threw the book at Dib, huffed, and walked off. Dib hurriedly opened it.

"Alright... let's see what I'm dealing with." And Dib began reading, learning about Kamaria's powers. He had to do this. The fate of the Earth was at stake!

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A/N: Whew! Finally got this chapter completed! I originally planned to update this on Christmas, but I didn't think this chapter would be THIS long! We hit over 7500 words this time! *celebrates* Thus, this is the end of the Integration arc, and begins the Persistent Pestilence arc.