Lacuna II


September 23, 2021

The weather was beautiful, but she couldn't understand why it was so dark out. She had tied her dark violet hair back and placed it under the collar of her shirt. They had warned her that it wasn't wise to have anything that could be grabbed. She had wondered why Dib was bringing her to this place; there was nothing here that held interest for her.

"Look at it Gaz!" Dib exclaimed with joy.

She looked and saw nothing of importance. It was a tall stone building with no windows and had an energy barrier around the walls that gave it a soft blue sheen. The wind chose to blow and she shivered underneath her collared white shirt and jeans. Her amber eyes turned to Dib and she glared at him. She hated his scythed black hair, his light brown eyes, and she hated how he dragged her to this place.

"I don't see anything special," Gaz spat as she glowered.

"Everything within that building," Dib pointed as if she could miss it, "will be your future."

'Some future,' Gaz scoffed as Dib grabbed her and pulled her along.


Gaz was a young woman that could be described as off. She took pleasure in pain, loved watching people suffer, there was something satisfying about a good tragedy that amused her simply because; human's loved misery and constantly thrived in it. Gaz gagged and couldn't help but cover her mouth. The smell of rotting flesh inhaled her form surrounding her like a lover's embrace. Her eyes strayed to Dib and saw that he was unaffected. They were inside the building standing in front of glass window locked within a small dark room.

"What are we doing here?" Gaz finally managed to growl.

"Today we watch as the last of the Irken Empire comes to a crash," Dib proudly stated.

"You mean destroying their civilization and imprisoning them isn't enough?" Gaz dryly questioned.

Dib didn't have time to respond and she heard a large groan. The lights on the other side of the glass flooded and suddenly one Irken was pushed in. Three humans clothed in a yellow rubber suit with a head covering entered the room. Two held the slightly tall Irken and the third brought out a branding iron. The Irken screamed and Gaz winced. She counted each and every Irken as the military symbol was branding into their upper arms.

"Here comes the last two…Tallest Red and Tallest Purple," Dib whispered to her, his excitement barely contained.

Her amber eyes widened when Red's eyes suddenly looked at them. She didn't know they glass was two way. He cursed them and yowled as he fought against his impending marking. Red was thrown into another room after being slammed against the wall. Gaz watched as Purple was dragged in; he didn't struggle. The olive bruises forming upon his skin showed that he was already subdued. A hiss escaped him and Gaz stepped away from Dib and the window. She didn't want to be here, this race did nothing to her and she saw no reason for their pain. It didn't amuse here because there was no struggle or will. She slipped to an opposite side and Dib called for her, but she had thrown open the door.

"Shit!" Gaz shouted as her eyes widened.

The Irkens that had been branded were strapped to tables that were tilted at a ninety-degree angle. She had to tighten her jaw and she hold in her scream. These Irkens weren't just being deactivated, they were being taken apart in the cruelest way possible.

"Stop this!" Gaz shouted.

The sound of saws grinding through bone stopped and she heard a groan of pain. Her eyes turned to farthest corner of the room and that's where she saw Purple. His violet eyes were wide open and aware of the people that were slowly beginning to cut into his stomach. The translucent pink blood was rising to the surface and he was chewing into his bottom lip. Red was hanging next to him, his crimson eyes showing that he was on the verge of passing out.

"Gaz, you aren't supposed to be in here!" Dib sounded angry.

She stormed through the room and balled up her fist. It slammed into the face of the nearest person breaking the plastic face covering.

"You should kill them!" Gaz shouted. "Not torture!"

She moved and tore at the restraints holding Purple. He slumped to the floor as Dib grabbed her upper right hand arm.

"They have to suffer," Dib growled at her, his face twisted in a sneer. "And so do you."

He said it so calmly that she never guessed he would raise a hand at her. It was such a soft blow, but it damaged her deeply as she fell to the floor. Her temple hit the metal table that held Purple and her vision quickly swam black.


Author's Note:

Ocean Bacon...I love Gorillaz. Thank you for the reviews they do keep me writing and I'm sorry but this is another little interlude which refers to the last chapter when Purple asked if she or Red remembered. This is also the reason why she really dislikes Dib and I will finally introduce Dib and her gift to him into the next chapter! Please review and I will update again!