AN: Wow, I got so many reviews now, thanks you guys.

Lifesia: No, you'll never see the little kid again, I think. Maybe I will include her again.

Pokekinz0520: Thank you very much. I started writing the story before last Halloween, I couldn't finish it in time though.

PepperLovey: Don't we all want to see a politician squish? ^^

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DarkLittleVasquezGirl: The school was in the first chapter, so was the opening of the first game more or less. While most of the characters have been replaced for the story (Gir replaced a cop and Tak replaced a crazed nurse) I have mentioned the main character of Silent hill one in the last chapter. Harry wrote on the note pad which in the game would be a save point. I'm glad you have taken such an active roll in reading my story, enjoy the next chapter.

Level 4

When Zim woke up he was on the floor of a normal library, map still in hand.

"Why does Zim keep blacking out?" He mumbled as he stood. Other than being unnaturally dark, the library was nothing special, just an ordinary building. He left the building and paused. Once more the town looked normal, ash falling at a steady pace in the moon light. A small sigh escaped his lips as he looked over the map, it would take too long to all the way to the lab. He would have to take one of the freight trains all the way out to the other side of town. Folding up the map he made his way to the train yard.

The train yard was a wreck from the neglect that it had suffered from when everyone in town seemed to disappear. Pieces of the track lay amongst the rocks only to be trapped under over turned fright cars. It wasn't a very friendly looking place and definitely not where you want to be unarmed. There was a steady, gentle clacking that voiced a train was coming into the yard. The invader rushed, if he missed this train who knew when the next one would come? In his haste Zim tripped over a tin metal object.

"Ow!" Zim cried, "Who dares trip Zim!" He whipped around to find a crow bar sticking out of the gravel. He snatched it up and ran. The train rolled into the yard and slowed to a stop, automated by a foreign hand. He climbed into the empty car, crowbar in hand and sat down on the dusty wooden floor. The train lurched forward and began to move. The moon light flickered past the many buildings making the shadows scatter across the car. He watched the city pass ashen streaks painting the view. A day had passed since the crash and he was still looking for Dib. He could have gotten out of town by now and found a city, probably one that held his base. Yet he found himself on a train to some human lab in a vain hope that Dib would be there. Before he convinced himself that it was all so he could force the boy to take him home and make him his slave, but now? Now he was beginning to question why he was really searching for his enemy.

-Blood Candies-

On the outside, the genetics lab was not that peculiar. It could have been mistaken for any old suburban home. Zim tentatively turned the knob and opened the front door. Bright light attacked his retinas; he stood in the doorway useless for a few seconds as his eyes adjusted. The first thing he noticed was the many bullet holes along the walls. Broken glass soiled the otherwise sterile room. Papers were through about and computers blinked error messages to the empty office. He walked carefully through the destroyed front, avoiding injury at all costs.
"Hello?" He called into the room, "Is anyone here?" There was a shuffle in the back of the room as a lab assistant came out from behind one of the desks a revolver clutched in his hand.

"No." He stuttered.

"Sniveling human, I'm looking for-"

"I said no one's here!"

"…but you're here."

"No I'm not, on one's here. So get out of here and tell your monster friends to leave this lab alone."

"Zim is no monster you pathetic meat sack!"

"That's just what a monster would say!"

"Are you completely-"

"I SAID GO AWAY!" The young human cried.

"Now look-" The assistant fired his gun, missing Zim by a yard. "Don't you dare shoot that thing at Zim!" Another round was shot. Without any other options Zim ran.

""That's a restricted area you demon!" the panic ridden human called, shooting several more shots. Zim opened the nearest door and slammed the door shut, letting the human rush past him. "I'll find you yet you little mutant!" Zim took a deep breath and looked up.

"Dib?"

-Blood Candies-

Dib's picture was one of many family photos hanging amongst articles and furiously written sheets of paper. One sheet fell from the pin board. It read as follows, red smears covered the paper.

I have tried many times to cure my son of his insane delusions. So far noting has produced results. All of my efforts seem to increase his obsession with the imaginary world. It won't be long before his ramblings will be taken seriously through the power of suggestions. In a desperate act I tried to remove all things that would remind him of his delusions. A cleansing of sorts. I was so close to curing him. Yet something holds him back, he refuses to take any more steps forward. I can no longer allow this to continue. The only option left is to~

-Professor Membrane

Zim squinted at the last few words which had been covered by one of the red smudges. Membrane had written it with blood on his hands… Dib must have been in this room! He search the room for a hint, a minuscule clue. On a chair help was written on the sear cushion. The blood was still fresh; he couldn't have gotten too far from the room.

"Come out, come out where ever you are!" The human outside shouted, didn't he ever give up? "When I get my- AAAAAAGH!" There was a crunch, a small clack as the gun fell to the ground and then a long eerie silence.

-Blood Candies-

He didn't know how long he stayed in the research room before he left. All he knew was that he didn't want to find out what caused the lab assistant to fall silent. Unfortunately he had to leave; Dib was somewhere out there waiting for the amazing Zim to rescue him. He opened the door to the green tinted hallway. The lab assistant lay on the ground, a broken frame on his head, just at the end of the hall. Zim stepped over the limp body and continued to the main lab.

Test tubes held several bubbling liquids. Body parts floated in brine solution. Large tanks lined the wall. Zim gripped his crow bay and poor into the tank. An eye jumped to his vision, startled he stepped back before the eyed creature. It looked like at one time it had been a dolphin, until the scientists had gotten to it. They had ripped the skin off of it and contorted it's body. They made it move on metal legs through the water. It slammed against the glass in an effort to reach the alien.

"Isn't-it-bizarre?" Three voices called. "The-firm-found it-in-the sewer."

"Who are you?" Zim called into the darkness.

"My-name-is Dr.-Noital."

"Show yourself humans."

"Certainly,-though-I warn-you-I am-only-one human." A scientist stepped forward, one body held three human heads on it's shoulders. When it talked each head said a word. "Who-are-you."

"Why should Zim tell you?"

"Zim-hunh?-Why are-you-here?"

"I'm looking for professor Membrane." Zim answered.

"He-is-not here."

"Do you know where he is?"

"He-has-gone to-his-hotel."

"Thank you." He turned to the left.

"Why-do-you need-to-know?"

"I'm looking for my friend."

"I'm-afraid-I can-not-let you-leave.-You have-seen-too much."

"Oh yeah, try and stop me!" Metal doors fell into the doorway. "Nice try."

"Now-you-will face-my-true power!" The scientist laughed bristly hair growing form his upper lips at an alarming rate. "Tremble-before-my true-form."

"Give me a break!" Zim yelled, "Mustaches, really? Your human assistant was much more frightening!" Zim lifted his crow bar high above his head. "Your nightmare world can't hurt me now." The hard metal collided with the first skull, red cover the walls, Zim's laughter rang through the lab as the man made the monster writhe. Each head caved in like an old Jack-o-lantern under Zim's weapon. He crossed over the twitching body to the note bored. A sticky not on the wall was scrawled in blood.

La Quinta Inn, room #1408

Zim grinned crumpling the paper. "I'm coming Dib."

Well another chapter has come and gone. Kind of short compared to the others. Hope you enjoyed it. I like reading your reviews at obscene times of the day. Remember one for passive four for terror. Choose wisely.

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