Chapter 4; There Are More Like Us
Dib fired a shot at Cameron, hitting him in the chest, causing the boy to fall to the ground and drop his own gun. He laid there in pain and bleeding on the floor.
Dib walked over to Randy, and put the gun to the back of his head.
"Get up!" he shouted roughly to the hostage boy as he led him to the chair. He strapped him in, put a gag on him and got out several sharp objects and torturing devices, dragging it out as much as he could so Randy could imagine all of the possibilities.
"You know, Randy, every single day I thought of different ways to get you back. To make you pay for all the torment and pain you caused me, but no matter what I came up with, it just wasn't satisfying. Then it came to me." he said running a knife over Randy's neck teasingly.
The unstable teen moved the knife to the jock's shoulder, laughing as the boy whimpered in fear. He then moved it over his crotch, smirking darkly at the wide eyed boy who let out muffled protests and thrashed his head back and forth, trying to shake his head in a 'no' response.
Dib cut the boy's shirt off of his body and slashed the knife across his chest, causing a muffled scream of pain. He made several more lacerations all over Randy's chest and stomach. Blood was running down his torso. The jock whimpered and screamed in agony.
Dib put down the knife down on a near by stand and picked up a pair of pliers. He grabbed ahold of Randy's hand and clamped the pliers onto his index fingernail and ripped it off. He took the jock's gag off, and ripped off his middle fingernail, then the ring finger, and the pinky and the thumb. He then moved on to the other hand, repeating what he had done to the last.
The raven haired boy picked up a larger knife and turned it over in his hands, marking back and forth in front of Randy. He then moved behind him.
"Do you even know my name?" Dib asked the injured boy.
He waited for Randy to reply. Nothing. Not a single response came from the jock.
"My name is DIB. All these years you spent making my life a living HELL, and you didn't even know my NAME." he said right in the boy's ear.
"Now, I'm going to make sure you never throw another football in your life. That you never experience the pleasure of sex ever again. And everyday of your PATHETIC, MISERABLE life, I want you to think of me, smiling and laughing, and being happy, while you spend the rest of your days in a WHEELCHAIR!" Dib shouted, stabbing the knife into Randy's lower back and twisted it, causing a loud ripping noise and another agonizing scream to come from the jock.
It was then that Dib realized Cameron was trying to get back to his feet. He quickly picked up his gun again, and ran over to him, shoving him back on the ground with his boot.
"I like you, Cameron, but you shouldn't have came." Dib said, pointing the gun at Cameron's head.
Right as Dib was about to pull the trigger, another shot was fired, hitting Dib in the back, killing him. His lifeless body hit the floor right next to Cameron.
Gaz was holding the smoking gun, and everyone stared at her.
"It's time to end this." she said, turning towards Zim.
"Zim agrees. We've done enough." Zim agreed, nodding his head.
Gaz gave her gun to Zim and turned her back to him, nodding. The Irken pressed the gun to the back of the purple haired girl's head and pulled the trigger. Gaz fell to the floor, brains and blood pouring out of her head onto the floor.
Sirens went off, and the police showed up. The whole house was surrounded, and officers and paramedics were rushing in to help the hostages.
"Drop your weapon!" an officer shouted at Zim in a warning tone.
Zim put the gun to the side of his own head, ignoring the officer's command.
"Just put the gun down, it doesn't have to be this way." the officer said calmly, trying to coax Zim.
"This is just the beginning. There are more like us out there." Zim said, pulling the trigger and falling to the floor.