I can't believe it! All these years when I was stupidly blaming myself because of Gaz, I find out she's a traitor!" Dib thought, but then he sighed. "Maybe it's better that way, at least one of us should be happy . . ." he grimaced.
The prison door opened and three guards came in. "Prisoner #666A, there he is!" One guard pointed. They put him in handcuffs and led downstairs, a place, where Dib had never even knew of. It was dark and cold. It was as silent as the beginning of time. The only sound that was heard was the creeping of the rats. Cobwebs hung for wall to wall and greasy slime covered the floor. In the room, there were cages, only big enough to kneel in. They took the handcuffs off Dib and pushed him into a cage. They gave him a bowl of water, closed the door, and started to leave.
"You can't keep me here forever! I will get out! And when I do, I'll . . . I'll . . . I'll . . ." Dib shouted and then stopped and cried. He cried and cried for his past, his sister, and himself. Everything he had was lost forever.
Dib was not given any food. Just water. He was taken out two times to be beaten. Dib was starving, and could hardly sit up. He lay down in his cage and waited to die.
GIR skipped near the basement door eating a cupcake. "Doom, de doom, doom, doom, doom!" he sang and skipped down the stairs. He hesitated each step but slowly came down. He looked around frightened by his surroundings.
Dib looked up weakly and saw GIR. Dib immediately sat up when he saw the cupcake. "Hey GIR! Hey! Can I have some of that?"
GIR held his cupcake close to him tightly. "Nooooooo, it's mine!"
"Please . . . Just a little piece . . ." Dib grabbed his tail and pulled him closer. He and GIR tugged on the cupcake, fighting and fighting until finally, the cupcake landed on the floor with a tiny splat. Dib groaned because he had lost his chance for something to eat. Then he had an idea. "Hey, GIR, can you get me keys?" GIR looked at him confusingly. "You know, keys! The small pointy things I can open the cage door with? Go get them! Do you understand?"
"Oh! Keys!" GIR skipped away and came back with the keys in his hands.
"Good job! Now hand them over!" Dib stretched his arm out and opened his hand.
"Oh yeah . . . Zim told me not to give them to anyone down here." Said GIR.
"No! Wait! Let's um, let's um, trade! Yeah trade!" Dib exclaimed. He searched through his pocket and found a long piece of yarn. GIR stared at them widely.
"Ooooooo! Okay!" GIR was given the yarn as he handed Dib the keys. GIR skipped away, this time, with the yarn as a jump rope. Soon he was out of sight.
Dib tried the first key. It was not even close to opening the cage door. He tried to next: Too small. The next: Too big. He tried every single key, until he got to the last one. He held it close and prayed that it was the one. He slowly fitted the key into the keyhole and turned. The door opened.
Dib was overjoyed. He threw the keys to the ground and ran up the stairs. He ran through the halls trying to find his way out of the building. Then, as he turned the corner, he bumped into three guards.
"Hey! Get him!" One of them yelled and started chasing Dib.
Dib outran the guards pushing tables and chairs into the guards' way so he could escape easily. He ran past Gaz's office. He took a left turn and ran right into Gaz and knocked her over.
Gaz looked at him with hatred. "What are you doing here? Guards, take him away!"
"No! Gaz! Please! Don't let them take me back there!" Dib sobbed. The guards grabbed him harshly. "Please! Gaz! No! Dib cried and he was dragged away by the guards.
Zim glared at GIR disappointingly. "GIR! You let him escape! If I've told you once, I've told you a million times to never go down there! Don't you remember?" Zim scolded.
"Oh yeah . . . Now I remember . . ." GIR took out the piece of yarn Dib had given him and started jump roping. "Doom de doom de doomie . . ."
"Second Captain? I believe we have some business to discuss." He said to Gaz. She came up to Zim. "Dib almost escaped today, if it wasn't for our top security system, he could have brought the rebellion into spirit again!" Zim explained.
"What should be done?" She asked.
"His execution is scheduled tomorrow . . ."
Gaz smiled when she woke up. Today was day she had been waiting for all her life. Her annoying pesky brother would finally be avenged.
"I'll torture him one last time." She thought to herself. "I'll go taunt him a bit."
She had her skull amulet around her neck with a black skirt and black high heels. She thought the heels were annoying, but she wore them to look professional. She still had the charm bracelet on, too.
She had never been in the Basement before. She heard of the treatment the prisoners were given in the Basement, but she had never really gone down there. She walked down the first familiar hallways but she finally approached the ones she did not recognize. She came to the Basement door and put her ID card into the slot. It flashed green and opened the door. She walked down the stairs. It was cold and dark.
"Just like any other prison in this world." Gaz thought, but in her heart, she felt frightened and yet scared.
She expected to hear rats and other bugs crawling but instead, she heard moaning, and ear piercing cries of the prisoners in their cages. She passed a man in the cage with his bony arms and legs practically drooling and tried to grab her. She almost screamed, but she didn't. Cobwebs hung from wall to wall. There were no lights, it was all darkness. She stepped in something but it was too dark to see. It splashed all over her skirt and shoes. She finally found Dib's cage. Dib had his head on his arms and was lying in down in a squished position. She caught a glimpse of bloodstains and puddles of blood near the floor, where his wounds were pushed to the floor. She could not even find the words or the heart to tease him.
Dib saw her but he hardly recognized her in the dark. He was starving and weak and could hardly open his eyes or move a muscle.
"Don't hurt me." He whispered in agony.
"I won't hurt you, maybe your spirit and heart though." But then her throat clogged up. She opened the cage and grabbed his arm and had him stand up in front of her. Even in the dark, she saw the pain, everything. He fell down right way, because he was not used to standing up, but he was also very weak. His trench coat was torn almost in half. He had outgrown his outfit, so they were just a bunch of rags. His glasses were now snapped in two and his boots were all worn out. Instead of the scratches and bruises Dib used to be covered with, there were deep wounds and cuts, and most of all, his heart was ruined. Torn apart and left to rot in hell. His eyes didn't hold the confident and fighting spirit they once held. They were just filled with deep pain and suffering. Gaz tried not to look directly at him.
Dib glared at her, now seeing that it was Gaz. "Why have you come? Isn't it enough to see me get beaten, live through the torture, starve, and then die? Isn't it, Gaz? Or should I say, Second Captain?"
Gaz had nothing else to say. "I'm sorry that I can't help you, Dib, but you should have just given in like I did." Gaz pushed him back into his cage and started to walk away.
"Wait! Gaz, before you leave, I want to tell you this!" Dib shouted with most of his strength. Gaz stopped to listen but did not turn around to face him. "Out of all the people in my life, you've caused the most pain to me. And . . . And I still forgive you for that." Dib said calmly.
Gaz ran up the Basement stairs as fast as she could. She looked at her feet and skirt. She saw what she had stepped into: Blood. She looked at her hand, the one that touched Dib's arm. It was covered in blood. Horrified, Gaz ran hiding her face into the hallways pushing people out of her way until she reached her room. She ran to her bed and cried. She hadn't cried for eight years and all the scenes of Dib's suffering broke her heart. She cried and cried until she could cry no longer.
"Can you believe it? They're gonna kill Dib after all these years . . . Finally! The menace will be dead!" Said a man.
A girl in jail heard him talking and looked out the window.
"What did you say? Please sir! May I see that please?" She begged. He gladly handed her the newspaper. She looked at the story. "Oh no . . . This can't be happening . . ."
I can't believe it! All these years when I was stupidly blaming myself because of Gaz, I find out she's a traitor!" Dib thought, but then he sighed. "Maybe it's better that way, at least one of us should be happy . . ." he grimaced.
The prison door opened and three guards came in. "Prisoner #666A, there he is!" One guard pointed. They put him in handcuffs and led downstairs, a place, where Dib had never even knew of. It was dark and cold. It was as silent as the beginning of time. The only sound that was heard was the creeping of the rats. Cobwebs hung for wall to wall and greasy slime covered the floor. In the room, there were cages, only big enough to kneel in. They took the handcuffs off Dib and pushed him into a cage. They gave him a bowl of water, closed the door, and started to leave.
"You can't keep me here forever! I will get out! And when I do, I'll . . . I'll . . . I'll . . ." Dib shouted and then stopped and cried. He cried and cried for his past, his sister, and himself. Everything he had was lost forever.
Dib was not given any food. Just water. He was taken out two times to be beaten. Dib was starving, and could hardly sit up. He lay down in his cage and waited to die.
GIR skipped near the basement door eating a cupcake. "Doom, de doom, doom, doom, doom!" he sang and skipped down the stairs. He hesitated each step but slowly came down. He looked around frightened by his surroundings.
Dib looked up weakly and saw GIR. Dib immediately sat up when he saw the cupcake. "Hey GIR! Hey! Can I have some of that?"
GIR held his cupcake close to him tightly. "Nooooooo, it's mine!"
"Please . . . Just a little piece . . ." Dib grabbed his tail and pulled him closer. He and GIR tugged on the cupcake, fighting and fighting until finally, the cupcake landed on the floor with a tiny splat. Dib groaned because he had lost his chance for something to eat. Then he had an idea. "Hey, GIR, can you get me keys?" GIR looked at him confusingly. "You know, keys! The small pointy things I can open the cage door with? Go get them! Do you understand?"
"Oh! Keys!" GIR skipped away and came back with the keys in his hands.
"Good job! Now hand them over!" Dib stretched his arm out and opened his hand.
"Oh yeah . . . Zim told me not to give them to anyone down here." Said GIR.
"No! Wait! Let's um, let's um, trade! Yeah trade!" Dib exclaimed. He searched through his pocket and found a long piece of yarn. GIR stared at them widely.
"Ooooooo! Okay!" GIR was given the yarn as he handed Dib the keys. GIR skipped away, this time, with the yarn as a jump rope. Soon he was out of sight.
Dib tried the first key. It was not even close to opening the cage door. He tried to next: Too small. The next: Too big. He tried every single key, until he got to the last one. He held it close and prayed that it was the one. He slowly fitted the key into the keyhole and turned. The door opened.
Dib was overjoyed. He threw the keys to the ground and ran up the stairs. He ran through the halls trying to find his way out of the building. Then, as he turned the corner, he bumped into three guards.
"Hey! Get him!" One of them yelled and started chasing Dib.
Dib outran the guards pushing tables and chairs into the guards' way so he could escape easily. He ran past Gaz's office. He took a left turn and ran right into Gaz and knocked her over.
Gaz looked at him with hatred. "What are you doing here? Guards, take him away!"
"No! Gaz! Please! Don't let them take me back there!" Dib sobbed. The guards grabbed him harshly. "Please! Gaz! No! Dib cried and he was dragged away by the guards.
Zim glared at GIR disappointingly. "GIR! You let him escape! If I've told you once, I've told you a million times to never go down there! Don't you remember?" Zim scolded.
"Oh yeah . . . Now I remember . . ." GIR took out the piece of yarn Dib had given him and started jump roping. "Doom de doom de doomie . . ."
"Second Captain? I believe we have some business to discuss." He said to Gaz. She came up to Zim. "Dib almost escaped today, if it wasn't for our top security system, he could have brought the rebellion into spirit again!" Zim explained.
"What should be done?" She asked.
"His execution is scheduled tomorrow . . ."
Gaz smiled when she woke up. Today was day she had been waiting for all her life. Her annoying pesky brother would finally be avenged.
"I'll torture him one last time." She thought to herself. "I'll go taunt him a bit."
She had her skull amulet around her neck with a black skirt and black high heels. She thought the heels were annoying, but she wore them to look professional. She still had the charm bracelet on, too.
She had never been in the Basement before. She heard of the treatment the prisoners were given in the Basement, but she had never really gone down there. She walked down the first familiar hallways but she finally approached the ones she did not recognize. She came to the Basement door and put her ID card into the slot. It flashed green and opened the door. She walked down the stairs. It was cold and dark.
"Just like any other prison in this world." Gaz thought, but in her heart, she felt frightened and yet scared.
She expected to hear rats and other bugs crawling but instead, she heard moaning, and ear piercing cries of the prisoners in their cages. She passed a man in the cage with his bony arms and legs practically drooling and tried to grab her. She almost screamed, but she didn't. Cobwebs hung from wall to wall. There were no lights, it was all darkness. She stepped in something but it was too dark to see. It splashed all over her skirt and shoes. She finally found Dib's cage. Dib had his head on his arms and was lying in down in a squished position. She caught a glimpse of bloodstains and puddles of blood near the floor, where his wounds were pushed to the floor. She could not even find the words or the heart to tease him.
Dib saw her but he hardly recognized her in the dark. He was starving and weak and could hardly open his eyes or move a muscle.
"Don't hurt me." He whispered in agony.
"I won't hurt you, maybe your spirit and heart though." But then her throat clogged up. She opened the cage and grabbed his arm and had him stand up in front of her. Even in the dark, she saw the pain, everything. He fell down right way, because he was not used to standing up, but he was also very weak. His trench coat was torn almost in half. He had outgrown his outfit, so they were just a bunch of rags. His glasses were now snapped in two and his boots were all worn out. Instead of the scratches and bruises Dib used to be covered with, there were deep wounds and cuts, and most of all, his heart was ruined. Torn apart and left to rot in hell. His eyes didn't hold the confident and fighting spirit they once held. They were just filled with deep pain and suffering. Gaz tried not to look directly at him.
Dib glared at her, now seeing that it was Gaz. "Why have you come? Isn't it enough to see me get beaten, live through the torture, starve, and then die? Isn't it, Gaz? Or should I say, Second Captain?"
Gaz had nothing else to say. "I'm sorry that I can't help you, Dib, but you should have just given in like I did." Gaz pushed him back into his cage and started to walk away.
"Wait! Gaz, before you leave, I want to tell you this!" Dib shouted with most of his strength. Gaz stopped to listen but did not turn around to face him. "Out of all the people in my life, you've caused the most pain to me. And . . . And I still forgive you for that." Dib said calmly.
Gaz ran up the Basement stairs as fast as she could. She looked at her feet and skirt. She saw what she had stepped into: Blood. She looked at her hand, the one that touched Dib's arm. It was covered in blood. Horrified, Gaz ran hiding her face into the hallways pushing people out of her way until she reached her room. She ran to her bed and cried. She hadn't cried for eight years and all the scenes of Dib's suffering broke her heart. She cried and cried until she could cry no longer.
"Can you believe it? They're gonna kill Dib after all these years . . . Finally! The menace will be dead!" Said a man.
A girl in jail heard him talking and looked out the window.
"What did you say? Please sir! May I see that please?" She begged. He gladly handed her the newspaper. She looked at the story. "Oh no . . . This can't be happening . . ."