(A/N) I have not much to say about this chapter only... enjoy. don't forget to review. :)
Take Me Home
Chapter 7 Repercussions
"Tak, you bitch!" I screamed slamming the door to Dib's house wide open. I searched for the vengeful brat everywhere before I noticed a difference in the atmosphere around the house. There were purple and blue wall decorations and the T.V. was set on some sort of gothic cartoon. I noticed a woman in her late 30's sitting on the couch watching the cartoon with a bored expression. She didn't look like she belonged in the dark gloomy room. Her hair was long and a beautiful light brown with a familiar shade of caramel colored eyes. She wore large glasses that seemed to make her face a lot thinner than it should be. She was dressed casually in a button up white shirt and blue jeans. I suddenly felt very self conscious.
She must have noticed that I was staring because she turned and smiled sweetly at me. I wasn't wearing my disguise so you can imagine how curious I was that she didn't mind. I cautiously sat on a chair across from her.
"How are you Zim?" She then took out a washcloth and a small tube of something. I could only stare as she took my arm gently and began cleaning the dirt and blood off of my skin. I stuttered nervously before I could actually have something to say.
"How do you know my name? Who are you? Why are you here? Did Tak bring you here?" I noticed I was rambling questions and immediately shut my mouth. She simply smiled and squeezed a bit of the substance from the tube on a couple of scratches from when Dib had got in a lucky shot. She finished and packed away the supplies. She sat down on the couch and flipped the channel to a cheap newscaster.
"Have you seen the weather lately? Rather dreadful isn't it; too much rain for my taste." Zim squinted his eye. She noticed and sighed turning the T.V. off.
"I'd hoped we could chat a little before getting to business; but if you insist." She faced me looking into my eyes. I was a little disturbed by her intense gaze but nonetheless I returned it. "I am Dib's mother. My name is Ren."
"How… where have you been all these years? Dib's never had a mother and after everything that's happened, now is the time you choose you make yourself known? I can't even! I don't know what to say to you! Do you have any idea how alone he's felt? He needs a mother!"
"Why do you think I'm here now, Zim? I can't make up excuses for my absence but I'm here now and isn't that what matters?" she stood as if trying to appear more in control. I scowled at her. How could she think she could just show up in our life like this? "You never answered my questions." She raised her eyebrow. "How do you know my name, and why are you here?"
"I know your name because Membrane told me. Believe it or not we still stay in contact after Gaz was born."
"Why did you leave in the first place? Caring for your own flesh and blood too much for you?" apparently that was a harsh choice of words because she looked as if she would begin bawling at any moment.
"That's not it. I… I wanted to raise them I really did…" a tear rolled down her cheek. My scowl faltered at the sight of a woman crying. I didn't know what to do. Her face quickly changed. Her frustrated tears were brought to a standstill. Intense pain swept across her face as she a choked and garbled scream was ripped from her lips. Four sharp PAK legs jutted through her mouth. The legs then slowly spread themselves tearing Ren in half. Blood and organs scattered the room. Behind her, a smile gracing her face as blood slipped down her features. Tak stood on the couch looking very satisfied with herself. All I could do was stand there in shock. The warm liquid covered me once again. My head hurts…
"What's wrong? You look a bit pale, Zim." I winced as my head began pounding. My legs gave out and my hearing became dulled. I could see Tak speaking furiously on the couch slowly taking steps my direction. My head hurt so much…
My life flashed before my eyes as I saw Tak raise her PAK legs over me ready to strike. I saw Dib running towards me with a smile on his face. "He's so close" I whispered. Tak paused momentarily before thrusting the blade into my stomach. Hot white pain tore through me but it was dulled. I felt like this was what I deserved. I hurt everyone I came in contact with. I felt responsible for Ren's death as well. If only I'd known that Tak was behind her. Why didn't I notice? I should have noticed! Why didn't I notice! It's all my fault. Everything is my fault! Why? Why does everyone hate me? Why is it always me! I felt myself shed hot tears as Tak stabbed me over and over. My face hurt, my legs hurt, my arms hurt, even my eyes hurt. I heard a scream through my thoughts before I was forced out of my dream world into one of pain more intense than I had ever imagined. It was me, I was screaming. I saw a flash of white and then…nothing. At least the pain was gone.
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Beep…beep…beep…beep… The steady sound of a pulse monitor woke me. I couldn't feel anything. I tried to turn over to get more comfortable but something was restricting my movement.
"Try not to move Dib; you've maintained some very serious injuries. I've strapped you down because I was unsure how you'd react to waking up here. If you'd reacted violently the repercussions would have been catastrophic."
"Dad? Dad where's Zim?" He sighed and took off his goggles. Something I've never seen him do. His eyes were a deep dark blue.
"I think you'd better see for yourself." He sat me up and called a wheelchair for me. I noticed that where he was taking me was the Psychiatric Ward of the hospital. I became very confused and worried. I looked at my father who merely tried not to catch my gaze. We stopped in front of a large white door with a small window with a sliding door. He slid open the window and stepped aside for me. I gave him a confused look and peered inside the room. I gasped. Zim was strapped to a bed in the starch white room with stitches resembling a destroyed spider web running from his collarbone to his pelvis. He was unable to wear a hospital gown because the stitches were too new and very fragile. But that's not what scared me. He was smiling… not anything pleasant but a twisted manic smile. He turned his head and saw me looking through the window. His smile grew, his eyes became unfocused; and he started to laugh. Piercing screeches following low chuckles rang through the room and down the hallway. I closed the window and finally let the tears fall freely.
(A/N) okay... wow i loved writing this chapter... does that make me a bad person? I just adore writing violence and insanity. Don't worry my darlings this is not the end... oh far from it.
