How To Totally Rock!
AN: HIIIII! It's me GunGreg89 with another glorious chapter of How To Totally Rock! As stated in the previous chapter things are going to get a little dark for a few chapters. This next chapter will feature some descriptions of torture and the like. Man too bad there isn't a T + rating on Fan Fiction for this thing as I would probably rate this as suitable for ages 16 and up. Not quite M rated, not quite T rated ya know? I'd also like to include that something called the Invader Zim Fan Animated Series. It's a flash animated continuation of the awesome series so unjustly cancelled by those tyrants at Nickelodeon. Damn you Nick, damn you and your canceling good shows like Zim, Danny Phantom, and Fairly Oddparents. OK I'm done. Enjoy!
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Chapter 10: The After Dinner Payback
"Where the hell am I?" asked Jeff as he sat in a cold, dark, room. Lights flooded his vision and when they adjusted he saw he was fastened to a chair and Zim and the others were sitting in front of him. "Where are you?" Zim said. "Why welcome to hell Jeffy."
"Hey wait a minute you're those assholes who insulted the awesomeness of my band" he said to them. "Brilliant deduction Sherlock" mocked Gaz. "Why am I here? Where the hell is Krystal?" he asked. "Oh she's fine, which is something you won't be." Zim assured. "What do you want from me? Is this some sort of demented way of apologizing for the way you treated me and my band?" Jeff asked. "No, my retarded guest. This is not." Zim said to Jeff. "Then what is it?" Zim chuckled before saying, "It's a torture chamber." "A t-t-torture chamber?" Jeff asked stuttering in fear. "Yes Jeff a torture chamber. You see your girlfriend Jessica tried to kill Gaz after the contest a couple of days ago. And I happen to know for a fact that you're the one who drove the car she shot Gaz and escaped in." Zim told Jeff with a malicious grin on his face. "Yeah, so what if I did?" Jeff asked unaware of the pain about to befall him.
The next thing Jeff knew, Zim was upon him with his hand around his neck. "You don't seem to comprehend your surroundings meatbag. See I'm the one calling the shots, and I want questions. And according to sources you have answers." "Who said I'll give 'em to you?" Jeff questioned. Zim just chuckled at this. "I don't think you have a choice in the matter" he said to Jeff. "You see Jeff, I have ways of making people talk. They are…how should I put this?" he asked. "Extremely painful." Zim said putting an emphasis on the word "extremely". Zim began walking around the room quietly eyeing his "guest". "So Zim, what should we do to him first?" asked Gaz with a hint of malice in her voice. "Good question Gaz. Let's see here…I've got it" he said. He then walked over to a control panel on the opposite wall. He pressed a button on it causing a portion of the wall to flip over revealing a weapons cache.
Zim looked through the massive amount of weapons he had at his disposal. He picked the same katana he used to butcher all the thugs at the bar the other night. He looked over it with utmost care and grinned. "Ya know Jeff? In Japan the Japanese mafia, or Yakuza, as they're more commonly called, have this form of punishment for traitors. What they do is have the traitor's knuckles cut off one by one. It's said to be very painful." Zim explained to his prisoner. He stood in front of Jeff and slowly unsheathed the slightly curved sword. Jeff looked at it in horror, unable to speak. "But I'm not that cruel, oh no. I'm much more cruel." Zim told him. Jeff was, needless to say, scared shitless. "What are you gonna do to me?" he asked frightened. Zim grinned, "I'm glad you asked worm" he told Jeff.
"You see the chair you're strapped in is equipped with a lie detector. I'll ask you a question. If you answer correctly then I'll be happy. If not, then you'll lose a body part." Jeff blanched, "Y-you're bluffing" he said to Zim. "Are you sure I am?" Zim asked. "Of course" he said. Suddenly a sound could be heard which signified that the answer was false. Without blinking Zim swiped the sword and the pointer finger on Jeff's left hand was sent flying across the room. Jeff immediately began howling in pain as he began bleeding all over the place. "Does that answer your question?" Zim asked him. "AAAAHHH! YOU BASTARD! WHEN I GET OUT I'LL KILL YOU!" Jeff screamed. "You know" Zim began, "I'm not gonna cut off any more." "Of course not cause you're chicken" Jeff said. "No, it's because I'm wearing a new shirt and don't want blood on it. Gaz would you be so kind as to help me?" Zim asked the girl behind him. She came over with a large, morbid grin on her face. "I'd be delighted" she told him. She took the katana from Zim who then pulled up a chair.
"Now Jeff." Zim said as he sat down. "I'm going to begin asking questions. Remember, answer correctly and you can walk away all peachy keen. Answer with a lie and you'll lose more body parts." Jeff glared at his captor with anger in his eyes. "Now Jeff, which casino's in town have drug factories in them?" "I don't know" Jeff said. The beep went off meaning the answer was false, as did another one of his fingers. After Jeff's howling stopped, Zim asked him the question again. "Now Jeff, which casino's are fronts for drug factories. Jeff winced from all the pain. "The…Good Times Casino, High Roller, and Lucky 7 Casino." Jeff breathed out in between winces of pain. "Good. Now where does Jessica hang out the most?" Zim asked. "I'm not telling you that." Jeff said to Zim. Jeff's entire hand was then lopped off. He began screaming in pain once again. "Oh I forgot to tell you Jeff. If you flat out refuse to answer a question, you'll lose more than just a finger. Every refusal will get a larger part cut off." Jeff was now crying, "Why are you doing this?" he asked.
"One word scumbag: justice. Something filth like you are not brought to enough in this world" Zim said. "It's amazing how someone so brutally corrupt like Marshall Nelson can keep his power just by buying people out. Judges are bought out to make sure he stays in power. Sooner or later he'll just take over the whole goddamn city, and then what? The few morals left in this cesspool will go right down the freaking crapper, that's what! I might have done some fucked up things in my life but at least I now know that they were wrong and accept the fact that we all make mistakes. I'm not saying that as an excuse, oh no. I'm saying it as the truth. I regret a lot of things I did in the past. But I at least know that I'm not beyond redemption. In fact I think this whole crusade should be enough to redeem me. You see Jeff I want revenge on Jessica. She went too far with her little escapade that day. And I want to destroy her. Not physically no, where would the fun in that be? No, I want her to suffer for the rest of her miserable life. I want to drive her insane where she will have to suffer from hallucinations, paranoia, and constant fear for the rest of her life, to kill her mentally not physically. And you are my ticket to finding out how to get to her."
Jeff was scared beyond all belief by now. His mind was slowly breaking due to all the stuff that happened to him so far. "Now I'll say it again. Where does Jessica hang out the most?" Jeff was slowly breaking apart and was feeling woozy due to blood loss so his thoughts weren't really coherent to him. "The Killer Bee Club." Jeff told them. Zim smirked. "Thank you Jeff. And for your parting gift I leave you with this." Zim then whipped his disguise off and used a device similar to his PAK to sprout spider like legs to stand several feet over Jeff. Jeff screamed at the top of his lungs, wet his pants, and passed out in that order. Zim then got down and removed the device. "Tak, you and Dib go get Jeff patched up. Send him out onto the street. Hopefully when he'll wake up he'll drive himself insane trying to convince people of what he saw." Zim said. Tak and Dib then carried Jeff's unconscious body to the medical bay leaving Zim and Gaz alone in the room.
Gaz was still holding the katana she used to cut that bastard's digits off. It had quite a bit of blood on it and the crimson substance was slowly dripping off the blade and splashing into tiny little pools on the floor. Gaz held the blade up to her face and looked at her reflection in it. Her face was stained with blood, as was her black shirt. She brought the blade closer to her face. She then stuck her tongue out and licked some blood off the side of the blade. "Kinda cliché don't ya think?" Zim asked her. She lowered the blade and wiped the excess blood off on her arm. "Who cares? I always wanted to do that. Besides, who cares if it is clichéd? It's still pretty bad ass" she said to him. Zim nodded his head in approval, "Yes it is quite bad ass isn't it?" He walked over to her and she handed the blade over to him. "That's quite an excellent sword right there Zim. Where did you get it?" Gaz asked.
"I didn't get it anywhere. I made it myself" he stated proudly. "You made that?" she asked astounded. He wiped it off with a cloth and admired its sheen. "Yes I did. I took an interest in Japanese sword fighting a couple of years ago and studied several fighting styles, mostly Iaido and Kendo really. I was disappointed though to learn that although stores sold replicas, they weren't battle ready. So I made my own. I got all the components needed and I crafted it myself. I do say though, I never thought it'd be as sharp as it is though." He looked it over as he was saying all this and gazed at his craftsmanship. "I found out I could cut through just about anything with just a swing. It can cut through, steel, wood, flesh, and a bunch of other things as if they were nothing."
"It's really that good huh?" Gaz asked. "Yes it is. I made it with a special alloy I found in an asteroid from your galaxy's asteroid belt. Its properties are vastly different from any metal on earth. It's so hard it can cut through just about anything as I said. The only thing it can't cut is itself. Much like diamonds on this world." Zim said. "Does it have a name?" Gaz asked. "Well I couldn't think of an original name so I used Gundanium Alloy." Zim said. "Gundanium Alloy?" Gaz questioned. "Yes." "You mean the name given to the imaginary metal in the Gundam saga?" "Yes." Gaz just sort of stared at him for a minute. "What?" Zim asked. "Of all the scientific things to call it you decided to name it after something from an anime?" "Yeah, basically" he said to her. She chuckled a bit at this. "Can't really blame you though. Gundam is cool." Zim nodded in agreement. "Indeed it is, especially the original, 0080, Wing, and Seed" he said. "I loved Gundam Wing. I always thought that show was the shit." Gaz said. "It was pretty bitchin'" Zim agreed.
"I also had this crush on Duo and Trowa from that show" Gaz admitted. "Yeah, you and every other girl who watched that show." Zim teased. "Oh shut up Zim" she retorted playfully. "Make me" he replied. "Okay" she said and kissed him on the cheek. Zim's mouth fell open and he just stood there. "See ya." Gaz said before running out of the room. Zim just stood there for a minute. 'What the hell just happened?' he thought to himself. 'She just kissed you dumb ass' came the familiar voice of Zim's conscience Steve. 'Well I know that Steve. The question is why? I mean she most likely did it as a joke but I wonder if there's more behind it.' 'I wish I knew man. Unfortunately I don't. I'm only a source of moral guidance remember, not a frickin' psychic.' 'I know Steve' Zim assured his conscience. 'Good, now uh you better get to seeing to your friends dude.' Steve told him. 'Okay' Zim said and ran off to join his friends.
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"In today's news, Jeffery Dunn was found wandering the streets downtown. He was babbling incoherently about being kidnapped, mutilated, and terrorized by an alien. He was immediately taken to the local hospital where he was declared "mentally insane" and sent to the local asylum. Doctors believe that this dementia was caused by a combination of problems at home, alcohol, and drugs. He was currently dating local billionaire, Marshall Nelson's daughter Jessica Nelson. She has stated her utmost sympathy for him and his family. Next up, we try and convince you that music, video games, and cartoons do cause kids to kill with totally unreliable scientific facts made by close minded scientists!"
A hand turned the TV news off. "So the boy my daughter's been dating has gone insane" an ominous voice stated. "I guess it was to be expected. As long as they don't connect that he got drugs and booze from any of the places I own" the voice continued. "Rocco" "Yes sir?" came the reply of a random goon standing behind the owner of the ominous voice. "Make sure that the police don't link anything to me. Just to make sure" the voice commanded. "Yes sir, Mr. Nelson" the goon replied. The owner of the voice was a tall black haired man with a stubble. He was about 6' 5" and was 46 years old. He had piercing cold gray eyes and a voice that could put fear into most men.
"Hopefully I'll be able to get a press blackout on any details regarding any of my involvement" he said to himself. He looked out the window at the city and smiled. "Sooner or later I'm going to take this city. And that day can't come soon enough" he said to himself. As he said this, his intercom buzzed. He pressed the button on it before answering, "What Maggie?" "Mr. Nelson, your employee Carl is here. He says he's been released from police questioning and must speak to you personally" his secretary told him. Marshall thought on this. He then remembered. Carl was one of his men at the bar that was destroyed a couple of nights ago. Police had taken him in for questioning on who did it, but he was too frightened to tell them much. "Send him in Maggie" he told her. Within a few seconds the goon entered the room. "Carl good to see you. Please pull up a seat." Marshall told his henchman. "Yes sir, Mr. Nelson" the thug replied. He took his seat as he was told. "So what is it you needed to tell me?" the man behind the desk asked. "Well sir, when I was being questioned by the police I never told them exactly what happened at the bar." "Okay good. Did you tell them anything else?" "No." "Good man. Now tell me what you needed to tell me." "Well sir, the man who massacred everyone there left me alive for a soul reason you see…" "Wait, did you say one man?" "Yes sir, a teenager it seemed to be more exactly. Anyway, he left me alive because he wanted me to give you a message." "Which is?" "He told me that 'Zim is coming for you and Jessica.'"
Marshall leaned back in his chair. "His name's Zim?" Marshall asked. "Yes sir." Carl replied. "And you said he's a teenager?" "Yes." "So some of my best men and a bunch of veteran criminals were massacred in one of my bars by a teenager?" "Well yeah, but I don't see where you're going with this…" He was cut short by a bullet ripping most of his brain from his. Marshall sat back down. He pulled out a promo poster for a show by The Invaders in August. He looked at the name of one of the members. Zim. "I think I'll need to pay this, Zim, a visit" he said forebodingly.
AN: Yeah I know short. But at least it's better than my last short chapter (chapter 5). Hope you guys like. And remember: READ AND REVIEW!