Author's Note: WARNING! This chapter contains rape if you don't like it don't read it. Feel free to flame. I don't care.

"Thank you, have a nice evening." Gaz had just finished her last customer of the day. Smiling, she

followed the man to the door. "Bye" She waved as she locked the doors and turned off the neon

red and blue OPEN sign. As the former customer vanished from sight, Gaz's customer friendly

grin of hospitality turned to a hostile scowl of death and despair. "I hate people" she whispered to

herself and meant every word of it. Not all people, just the dumbasses. The modern day jesters

whose only purpose in life is to annoy the hell out of the rest of us. The ones that annoyed her the

most were the ones that proclaimed to be Goth just because they feel depressed and cut

themselves. To Gaz, it was so much deeper than that. In her belier, to be Goth was to be different.

It wasn't about being depressed and cutting; it was about setting herself apart from society's

image, to distance herself from what society wanted her to be like. She'd rather be called freak

than be like everyone else. She didn't care what anyone else thought about her; she stood out and

was proud of it. She leaned against the glass door and breathed a sigh of relief. At last, the day

was over and she was going to go home and sleep. She pushed herself away from the door and

walked back to the office where Jasmine was counting her till. "I just finished the last customer

and locked the doors. We're free!" Jasmine sighed and glanced up at Gaz. "Not yet, girl. We still

gotta sweep and the boss left a note saying that the windows needed to be washed." "Jerkoff."

Jasmine chuckled "Yeah, but he does sign our paycheck." Gaz reached up and pulled the black

scrunchie from her amethyst hair. "I guess I'll do the windows." "Okay, I'll finish today's totals

and sweep." It didn't take long for either of them to finish their respective chores. By the time Gaz

finished the windows, Jasmine had finished sweeping and had already counted the registers. They

simultaneously looked up at the black and neon green wall clock. 12:15. Jasmine leaned on the

broom. "Let's get the hell out of here." As the two of them prepared to leave, someone was also

preparing. "Okay, I've got my knife, a ski mask, gloves, and of course a condom" Seth snuck into

the nearby alley and pressed against the wall. Someone was coming. "I'll see you later, Jas." That

was Gaz's voice! A car drove away, signaling that she was all alone. Gaz watched her drive away,

and then looked up into the night. Big, dark thunderheads had formed in the sky. A storm was

near. A bright flash lit up the whole sky, thunder followed. She smirked. Gaz kind of liked

thunderstorms, they were strangely calming. Even amidst the thunder and bolts of lightning she felt

completely at peace. 'She's distracted, now's my chance.' Seth pulled the ski mask from his

back pocket but stopped before slipping it on. 'What am I doing? Is this really worth it? Do I

really want her this bad?' Seth lowered the mask over his eyes and pulled the knife from it's

sheath. 'YES' He rushed forwards, adrenaline pulsing through his filthy veins, knife held in his

clenched fist. (Gaz's POV.) The hurried approach of footsteps behind me broke me from my

storm trance. I never had time to scream, let alone turn around, before I felt the knife press against

my windpipe. A man's voice whispered in my ear. "Scream and it'll be the last thing that you do."

My vision was beginning to blur; I knew what was happening. I was going to be raped and there

wasn't a damned thing I could do. "Bullshit" I said quietly. I raised my arm and gave the fucker an

elbow in the teeth. A very gratifying feeling indeed. I turned to face him and followed it with an

appetizer of knuckles. His head rocked back from the blow, but swung back and glared at me.

He turned his head to the right and spit. The hollow clatter of his tooth as it traveled across the

pavement and down the drain seemed to echo loudly in the stillness of the night. He turned back to

me, his eyes scrunched into angry slits, his hand squeezing the handle of the knife so hard the

knuckles had turned white. He took a step forwards, I took one back. I tried to run, he lunged

and grabbed my wrist. I turned to give him another five-finger sandwich, but he must have

anticipated my attack and dodged his head out of the way. The knife was back at my throat,

pressed harder than before. 'Nice try, babe." His left hand moved behind my head and seized a

fistful of my hair. He forced my head up until I was looking straight into his cold, blue eyes. His lips

were slightly red and swollen from my resistance. If I get through this alive, his bleeding nose and

swollen lips will be the only thing I'll want to remember from this encounter. "I was just gonna

rape you and leave, you bitch. Now I think I'll do that then slit your throat!" With that he pulled

me by the hair into the nearby alley and pushed me against the wall. Surprised by the sudden

noise, a rat scurried into a nearby empty Toshiba VCR box. I stood there, leaning against the wall,

tears falling freely from my eyes and running down my pale cheeks. He forced his lips on mine,

pushing his tongue into my mouth. I felt like biting his tongue off. As bad as this was, I knew that

resistance would only make it worse. He broke and placed his hands on the opening of my shirt

and with a simple, easy feat tore it apart exposing my black bra with purple lace around the edges.

He forced another kiss on me as he aggressively kneaded my breasts with his gloved hands. Tears

continued to drip down my cheeks, across my chin and down onto my now exposed chest. He

turned his attention downwards, wasting no time removing my pants, revealing a pair of panties

that matched my bra. Those were quickly tossed aside as he turned his efforts to his own pants.

He hastily unzipped his black denim jeans, uncovering his blue and green plaid boxers and his

erection. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine I was somewhere else, but the reality was

inescapable. "Now, down to business" he said in the raspy voice he was using as a disguise. He

grabbed my shoulders and threw me to the ground. My fall was somewhat broken by an old,

discarded mattress. The impact still hurt, because the mattress wasn't very thick, though I suppose

it was a vast improvement over bare concrete. He jumped on top and spread my legs apart.

"Now remember to tell me if I start hurting you." With that, he thrust himself inwards, penetrating

my most sacred of areas. I shrieked at the sudden pain, the sudden loss of virginity, stolen from

me by a monster. I was punished for the noise with another slap across my face. He continued his

desecration of my body while I lay there sobbing; hoping, praying that Zim had heard my cry.

(End Gaz POV) Fortunately for Gaz, Zim was only two blocks away. 'Wow, what a cake that

was. I didn't think Gir could get a 15-foot cake to support the weight of five camels." Zim

chuckled as his thoughts turned to his robot companion. Gir was a very unique SIR unit. He cried,

felt emotions, had a personality, liked tacos, but still loved to please his master. He could be a little

difficult but Zim loved him like a brother, despite his quirks. Zim was abruptly torn from his

thoughts by a night piercing scream. His breath came quick "Gaz!" He removed his wig and lenses

exposing his alien features. He didn't care if he was spotted, he needed to look scary. Four

slender metallic legs emerged from his pack and carried him towards Hot Topics. "What's the

matter Gaz? Aren't you enjoying this special moment?" Seth asked mockingly. That's when he

heard it; the sound of metal rods hitting the pavement in rapid succession. He quickly tucked

himself back in and zipped up his pants. The sound suddenly stopped at the other end of the alley.

A tall, slender figure suspended in the air by four additional legs coming from it's back. It's eyes

were two shining blood red slits of anger. What ever it was, it looked pissed. Zim lunged forwards

at the man in black, thinking nothing but strangling him with his own intestine. Seth turned, ran

back to his car and drove off into the night. Zim, satisfied that the threat seemed to be gone,

retracted his legs. He walked over to Gaz's limp body. She had taken quite a beating. Both eyes

were purple and swollen, a rivulet of blood was trickling from her nose, and bruises covered her

body and face. Zim could tell she was just unconscious. He gently placed one hand under her

neck and the other under her knees. Lifting her off the filthy mattress, he reactivated his legs. "You

deserved better" he whispered. He carried her off towards his house as it started to rain.

Author's note: Whew! I'm glad that's over. You better have enjoyed that; I stayed up till 3:00AM to finish it for today. What's gonna happen next? Will Seth get away unpunished? Will Gaz recover? Will Zim begin to care for her? Will Gir increase the capacity to 6 camels? Find out next time. Remember to review!