Zim walked down the halls of the jail smiling maliciously. He finally got to Dib and Gaz's cell. He saw Gaz playing her Game Slave 2 while Dib was lying down in his bed, still recovering from his wounds. "Serves him right!" Zim thought.
"Oh Dib!" Zim called.
Dib sat up. "Where is my dad?" Dib demanded.
Zim laughed. "You actually care? Well if you must know, I sent him to jail quite some distance away." Zim snickered.
"What do you want, Zim?! Have you come to torture me some more?" Dib glared.
"Of course! It's very enjoyable to watch you suffer! Anyway, I cam down to alert you that I had Kree executed last night."
"No . . . You didn't!" Dib gasped.
"Oh, but I did! And she told me to say to you that she hated you and she was expecting you to save her!"
"That's a lie!" Gaz yelled.
"She died a most painful, unbearable, terrible, awful, excruciating death!" Zim scoffed.
"You may have executed her, it's possible. But she would never say that!" Dib said calmly. "I know her more than you do, Zim."
Zim laughed. You're pathetic, Dib, but I'm going to ask you again. Will you join the Empire?"
"I think you already know my answer, Zim."
"Fine, you just lost another chance to be free. It's more than what Kree got!" And then Zim left.
Dib held Kree's amulet in his hand. "Kree . . . I . . . love . . . you . . ." he whispered. And then he cried. He hadn't cried since his mother had died, 10 years ago. All the pain the last three days had held finally tore his soul apart. He looked out the window. "Tonite! I escape! I'm not going to give up! For Kree, I'll make sure the Earth will be free again!"
⃟
It was night, Dib had looked all day for a nail so he could lock pick his way out. Sure enough, he had found one and started lock picking. Then, the constant clanging awakened Gaz.
"What are you doing? If they catch you, they'll beat you and put you in jail, longer!" Gaz whispered.
"I'm going to escape." Dib finally jiggled the lock and opened the door. "Got it!"
"I'm going, too!" Gaz grabbed Dib's arm.
"No!"
"Why not?"
Dib sighed. "I don't want you to get hurt, or risk having you suffer longer in this jail. I promise, I'll come back for you, I will. Never give in to Zim, and just wait for me, okay?"
"Okay, fine." Said Gaz. Dib started walking away. "Wait!"
"What?"
Gaz walked up to Dib and kissed him on the cheek. "Good bye."
Dib hugged her. "Good bye, Gaz." Then he quickly ran away.
"Highest Zim?" said a guard.
"Yes?" Zim replied.
"Dib has escaped."
"Is that all? He's just a boy, what can he do to our Empire?" Zim retorted. "Send Gaz over, I'd like a word with her."
Dib ran into town. Still unaware of what he should do. He looked around but still, he was brain dead.
Two visitors, a man and his wife were somewhat nearby. They were walking around when they saw a poor beaten boy with black spiky hair and a black trench coat that looked no younger than the age of 12. He jumped up on a platform and began to speak.
"What is that boy doing up there?" The man asked his wife.
"I don't know, but let's listen." She replied.
"Who is angry and hurt because of Highest Zim? Who lost family, friends, and heart because of Zim?" Dib shouted angrily. People began to crowd around him, more and more. "I lost my father, my sister, and my one and only friend. Are we going to stand this? Are we going to take the destruction Zim has caused us? I know I won't! Who's with me?" The crowd cheered. "Then let rebellion start!"
"He's got confidence and strength. Who could ask for a better leader?" said the man.
"He's a boy, though. I wish him the best of luck."
Zim walked down the halls of the jail smiling maliciously. He finally got to Dib and Gaz's cell. He saw Gaz playing her Game Slave 2 while Dib was lying down in his bed, still recovering from his wounds. "Serves him right!" Zim thought.
"Oh Dib!" Zim called.
Dib sat up. "Where is my dad?" Dib demanded.
Zim laughed. "You actually care? Well if you must know, I sent him to jail quite some distance away." Zim snickered.
"What do you want, Zim?! Have you come to torture me some more?" Dib glared.
"Of course! It's very enjoyable to watch you suffer! Anyway, I cam down to alert you that I had Kree executed last night."
"No . . . You didn't!" Dib gasped.
"Oh, but I did! And she told me to say to you that she hated you and she was expecting you to save her!"
"That's a lie!" Gaz yelled.
"She died a most painful, unbearable, terrible, awful, excruciating death!" Zim scoffed.
"You may have executed her, it's possible. But she would never say that!" Dib said calmly. "I know her more than you do, Zim."
Zim laughed. You're pathetic, Dib, but I'm going to ask you again. Will you join the Empire?"
"I think you already know my answer, Zim."
"Fine, you just lost another chance to be free. It's more than what Kree got!" And then Zim left.
Dib held Kree's amulet in his hand. "Kree . . . I . . . love . . . you . . ." he whispered. And then he cried. He hadn't cried since his mother had died, 10 years ago. All the pain the last three days had held finally tore his soul apart. He looked out the window. "Tonite! I escape! I'm not going to give up! For Kree, I'll make sure the Earth will be free again!"
⃟
It was night, Dib had looked all day for a nail so he could lock pick his way out. Sure enough, he had found one and started lock picking. Then, the constant clanging awakened Gaz.
"What are you doing? If they catch you, they'll beat you and put you in jail, longer!" Gaz whispered.
"I'm going to escape." Dib finally jiggled the lock and opened the door. "Got it!"
"I'm going, too!" Gaz grabbed Dib's arm.
"No!"
"Why not?"
Dib sighed. "I don't want you to get hurt, or risk having you suffer longer in this jail. I promise, I'll come back for you, I will. Never give in to Zim, and just wait for me, okay?"
"Okay, fine." Said Gaz. Dib started walking away. "Wait!"
"What?"
Gaz walked up to Dib and kissed him on the cheek. "Good bye."
Dib hugged her. "Good bye, Gaz." Then he quickly ran away.
"Highest Zim?" said a guard.
"Yes?" Zim replied.
"Dib has escaped."
"Is that all? He's just a boy, what can he do to our Empire?" Zim retorted. "Send Gaz over, I'd like a word with her."
Dib ran into town. Still unaware of what he should do. He looked around but still, he was brain dead.
Two visitors, a man and his wife were somewhat nearby. They were walking around when they saw a poor beaten boy with black spiky hair and a black trench coat that looked no younger than the age of 12. He jumped up on a platform and began to speak.
"What is that boy doing up there?" The man asked his wife.
"I don't know, but let's listen." She replied.
"Who is angry and hurt because of Highest Zim? Who lost family, friends, and heart because of Zim?" Dib shouted angrily. People began to crowd around him, more and more. "I lost my father, my sister, and my one and only friend. Are we going to stand this? Are we going to take the destruction Zim has caused us? I know I won't! Who's with me?" The crowd cheered. "Then let rebellion start!"
"He's got confidence and strength. Who could ask for a better leader?" said the man.
"He's a boy, though. I wish him the best of luck."