Intro of darkness then redness then whiteness!
Hello once again audience! When we left off, I was quoting Tobuscus, also known as Toby Turner, and blessing your faces. I am currently typing this in his voice. Why am I talking about all this? To quote Gir, I don't knooow…. Seriously, though I have no idea. Well then, why don't I tackle the disclaimer and get started on the ninth chapter of my fanfiction? BUT FIRST! See that awesome new cover image of mine? That little slice of epic was drawn by xXFemkeXx, and if you want more awesome, check out her page on DeviantArt. Her DA username is missfemke37! Seriously, do it. She has some darn cool stuff on there. Anyway, I do not own Invader Zim. Please do not sue me. All you will get is crappy Ikea furniture. With that grim truth out of the way, let's begin!
Dib's P.O.V.
Zim still had no idea what he was doing. The car started to swerve to the right.
"AGGGHHH! HOW DO I STEER AGAIN?!" he shouted.
"THE WHEEL! TURN IT! QUICK, TAKE THIS LEFT!" I responded, pointing down a side street.
He made a rough turn, and smashed one of the car's headlights on a lamp post as he twisted the car around to the left. I turned around and checked behind us. The black wolves were following us again. And they were gaining fast.
"ZIM, YOU NEED TO PICK IT UP!" I yelled at him.
"I'M TRYING!" he yelled back, dodging another car, who was honking at us loudly.
"TRY HARDER!"
"DOESN'T THIS HAVE ANY ROCKETS OR BOOSTERS OF SOME KIND?!" he asked, randomly pressing buttons.
The air conditioning roared on, the seat heaters kicked in, the sunroof rolled back partway, and the radio started playing a Linkin Park song at an ungodly loud volume.
"NO, NO IT DOESN'T! STOP PRESSING THINGS! AND TURN RIGHT HERE!" I screamed, covering my ears to block out the pounding music.
"THAT'S A STUPID THING NOT TO INCLUDE!" Zim screeched, taking out our remaining headlight on another car as he made the turn.
"HUMANS DON'T TEND TO NEED ROCKETS ON CARS! JUST KEEP PRESSING THE GAS PEDAL TO GO FASTER!"
Zim slammed the gas pedal down even harder, and ran two red lights before something shook the car with a powerful thump. We were both confused for a moment, thinking we'd something over, until we realized that the wolves had jumped onto the car.
In seconds, a wolf whose yellow eyes had a slightly green tint to them had crawled down onto the hood. It grinned at us evilly as Zim swerved the car, trying desperately to shake them off.
"We gotcha now!" the wolf on the hood laughed, his voice surprisingly nasally.
"YOU CAN TALK?!" I screamed over the still-blaring music.
"Of course we can talk, you dumb little-"
His words were cut off as the windshield wipers switched on suddenly, catching him right in the face, followed by a round of anti-freeze sprayed in his eyes. He let go of the car with a surprised yelp, and rolled off the hood into the right lane.
"I was hoping for lasers, but that works too…" Zim mumbled.
His mumble quicky shifted into a yell as a black paw shot through the sunroof. Just barely missing us, it retracted most of the way out of the car, but stopped at the roof. Using the edge of the sunroof as a handle, it started to peel back the roof of the car as easily as if it were opening a can.
Suddenly it stopped, and a pair of orange-tinted yellow eyes met the opening, glaring at us.
"There is the little rat that ran me over!" he growled in a heavy Russian accent.
The paw slid down again, and before we could react it was closed around Zim's throat and was trying to pull him onto the roof of the car.
"DIB! GET THE WHEEL!" he barked, letting go of it to push against the attacking wolf.
"WHAT? I CAN'T DRIVE!" I shouted back.
"WELL THEN, I HOPE YOU'RE A FAST LEARNER!" he responded as he disappeared through the hole to deal with the wolves.
Panicking, I jumped into the driver's seat and grabbed the wheel. My feet just barely reached the pedals. Thrusting the wheel to the right, I brought the swerving car safely back into its own lane. Casting my eyes over to check the mirrors, it was fairly obvious that every single person on the road with us was staring. I mean, the car was being driven by a minor and there were three wolves on the roof of the car fighting it out. Even the toddler in the car next to us was sitting there open-mouthed.
I didn't have time to think about that, and I twisted the wheel to the far right again, just barely making the turn. The car rode up on the sidewalk, and the bump was enough to knock one of the remaining black wolves off.
"Sonofabitch!" the wolf with the Russian accent yelled as he skidded across the pavement.
There was only one black wolf still on the roof of the car, and judging by the noises, it was a female. Navigating the car safely back onto the road, I pressed the gas pedal to the floor again, hoping to avoid the other wolves catching up with the car again.
And then I started to realize what street we were on. Leaning forward in my seat to get the best view of the road ahead, it removed all doubt. We were on the road that led right to the river.
I jammed the wheel left, hoping to get away from the river that was approaching in front, and it snapped off in my hands, now connected to the car by only a few wires. Zim must have been turning it way too hard.
"ZIM! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!" I shouted towards the roof, holding the disconnected wheel in my hands and trying not to panic.
"GAH! WHAT IS IT NOW?"
"I THINK WE'RE GOING TO CRASH INTO THE RIVER!"
"WHAT?"
I guess both of them looked up, because the last black wolf suddenly jumped off the car.
"I'm OUTTA here!" she barked, tearing off.
I slammed down the break as hard as I could, but we are already too close. With the tires screeching against the asphalt loudly, we smashed through the guardrail.
The time between leaving the road and hitting the water seemed almost too short to register, with the imposing blue floor of water swallowing us in a blink.
Missing a door and with most of the windows broken, the car was sinking fast. I felt a paw grab me by my collar and yank me through the roof. I came up gasping and spitting out water.
The current was moving incredibly fast, and neither of us was swimming well. It was all the non-aquatic Zim could do to get to the bank with the water soaking through his fur and burning his skin. I could only barely stay overwater, struggling with my injured arm.
By the time we managed to get to land, we had been washed almost a mile. Dragging himself out of the water with me following close behind, Zim collapsed onto the sand, wheezing and choking. The sound the water made as it burned him was sickening. It sounded like someone frying something.
I groaned and shifted slightly, wanting to move my arm to brush the wet sand away from my face, but being too tired to do much more than just twitch. Despite the polluted smell and the chilly water that still splashed around my shoes, I was perfectly happy to lie right where I was for the moment.
And then, predictably, another problem presented itself in the form of police sirens shattering the illusion of quiet.
They sounded pretty far away, but they were bound to get closer. Someone was going to wonder about the car that drove into the river. My thoughts only then started to venture towards the hope that no one had recognized us during our panic run through the city.
"…We have to move again, don't we?" I asked, despite knowing the answer.
Zim wheezed something faintly resembling a sentence.
"Okay then…" I grunted, pushing myself up and tiredly starting to walk.
Zim got up slower than I did, and moved slower too, clearly sore from trying to swim.
By way of abandoned neighborhoods and quiet alleys, we made our way back home in silence over a period of several long hours. But nonetheless, make it home we did, and it was already dark when we got there.
Throwing the door open and shut in one awkward shudder, we both collapsed again, although this time the couch was there to break the fall.
"Dib?" Zim said quietly, speaking for the first time since the river.
"Yeah?" I replied, not opening my eyes.
"Tomorrow, let's stay home."
Alrighty! So that's it for Chapter Nine! Hope you liked it, please leave a review, as they are really appreciated! I'll start the next chapter right away. 'Till then, Fanfictioners! INVADER SHADOWWOLF, OUT!
