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Chapter Ten
Screaming.
All that escaped her breathless lungs were those soundless cries. Her wavering vision staring blankly at the blurry form in front of her.
Undefined lines appearing to be lips continued to mouth words that she could only see. All she could hear was the low ringing that had begun to resound off the walls of her conscience. Clawed hands shook her arms in a harsh manner, but even that wasn't enough to feel even the swaying of her body.
A muffled noise softly made its way into her mind, overcoming the tedious sound of endless ringing for mere seconds before dispersing moments later.
Other than that, her being seemed to be trapped in a subconscious state of mind.
Zim shook the girl once more, his grip tightening over her clothed skin. He then released a breath in aggravation. This was pointless, he should've just left her like this 10 minutes ago. She always went through these stupid phases, he knew she would be fine afterwards.
Though, every single time things like this occurred, Zim found himself by the female's side. Always standing there, and always trying every which way to bring her out of it.
He scowled at his own actions.
Stupid humans and their cursed emotions.
This was all the Gaz-Human's fault.
He stopped his movements momentarily, his grip losing its strong hold as he thought over his mind's last words. His features became slightly crestfallen.
No matter how much he wanted do deny it, it was all his doing that got him into this mess.
He'd made a promise, and now he had to stand by it.
A spark of determination flickered in his eyes before he focused back on the task at hand. His grasp took a better hold and he started to shake Gaz again.
His pace slowly picked up speed in the process.
He growled. "C'mon human, snap out of i-!"
In just a few seconds, Zim came into contact with the ground, his Pak screeching slightly as it forcefully scraped against the floor. Zim groaned before his red gaze widely looked up at the human kneeling over his form.
Her fist balled up into his collar in a tight hold, diminishing his chance of an easy escape.
The invader glared at those golden eyes firing daggers into his skull.
"Why would you say that." she asked darkly.
Now Zim looked at her in confusion. "Say what?" he asked with puzzlement.
"Why would you say that." she repeated louder.
"I didn't say anything!" Zim spoke in a higher pitch.
"Why would you say that and then leave?!" Gaz roared.
"I NEVER LEFT!" he practically whined, lifting his arms up in his own defense.
Gas's hold lessened a bit, though she still had her hand clenching his uniform. Her tense stature never faltered. "Lies."
Zim held his arms up higher in front of himself. "Look, I already did as you asked and moved away from you face," he said cautiously. "But I never said anything or left this room on any circumstances."
"How do I know you're saying the truth?" she said hotly.
Zim shrugged, continuing to hold the human's gaze. "Believe what you want; I don't care, but get off me before Zim does say something he'll regret."
Gaz's glower softened abruptly before she hissed, jerking back off of the invader. Her head hung low.
Zim pushed himself off the floor and dusted off his clothes. He then decided to move towards the human, reaching one gloved hand out to her. "Let's just get you back to your room, and then we-"
"I'm not going anywhere." She spoke venomously, moving away from him.
"Alright, that's completely fine." he spoke, annoyance present in his voice. He backed away from the girl and started heading for the door. "I'll just bring your disgusting food here instead then, no big deal." His hands waving around, emphasizing his small amount of patience.
Once he left and the tapping of his footsteps could no longer be heard, Gaz hefted herself back up onto the table. She held her head in thought, her elbows resting on her lap.
Did she actually just imagine Zim telling her she'd been here for six years?
But it'd seemed so real.
Or had she really been here for that long?
Meanwhile in a few rooms down, Zim continued to prepare the girl's meal. He turned away from the food products to open a small container and briskly pick out a thin needle containing a clear substance. After tapping its side a few times, Zim's monotonous glower traveled back to the plate of miserable looking food. He then quickly injected the needle into the sandwich, its sharp edge easily puncturing the bread's 'flesh'.
Once all the fluid had been absorbed into the sandwich, Zim disposed of the now empty medical tool in the trashcan at his feet.
He leaned down to open a drawer. Inside it were various little packages, each seeming to hold a large amount of items. He reached for one and tore open a hole on one side with his sharp index finger. Zim pulled out an almost transparent piece of plastic with an image of a green, deadpan face and the word 'poop' written on it.
He reached for the soda baring the irken symbol on its cold surface, carefully wrapping it in the flimsy plastic.
Zim turned the can around in his hand, searching for any errors. It looked like a regular can of poop cola. Zim smirked to himself at his ingenious work. Though, that small moment of pride soon dwindled into one of contempt.
The alien stared at the blank face looking back at him, only reminding him of a certain gray, emotionless faced shirt.
A few moments passed before he shook a fist in the air and glared at the ceiling.
"Are you satisfied now?!" he shouted, a hint of something similar to pain in his voice.
"Leaving Zim with all this mess?!" he gestured around himself with jerky movements.
But of course; no answer.
There never was.
A/N
Short chapter I know, and I apologize for that. But just wanted to thank you guys for the support on this story and make sure to review to see what happens next! Anyways, that's all I wanted to say for now. Thanks again and see you in the next update :)