THE BEAUTIFUL ONES
Part Nine: Pressures
Gaz was holding Zim hostage. She was clinging onto his back as his pak's spider legs got her home at a decent speed along the deserted streets of the city at evening. Her arm was wrapped around his neck and a hand was clamped on his mouth. All in the name of safety. Zim wasn't particularly happy with this circumstance.
"mym wmn gmm mnwmn mhm mwh!" Zim mumbled under Gaz's hand. His back was starting to ache.
"Oh dear, looks like the space alien wants to say something..." Gaz commented, taking her hand off his mouth. She was actually finding this rather fun.
"You won't get away with this!" Zim threatened. It was a pretty weak threat mind, as one twist from Gaz's arm would've sent him crashing to earth with a short trip to the autopsy table to come.
"Get away with what?" Gaz asked, "all I want to do is get home. Do that and you can go back and do whatever the hell it is you do. So long as it doesn't involve me..." This seemed reasonable, but Zim always made a point NEVER to give in to demands. He was the superior species and he wasn't going to be undone by some puny little human psychopath. But when she holds your life in the bend of her arm then you don't really have much choice in the matter. It was on that thought that Zim stopped suddenly.
"What was that?" Zim said out loud, giving a reason to Gaz for his sudden cessation of movement. Something seemed to be approaching, but neither of them could see from where. Gaz started to get worried. She never got worried, so being worried meant that something was SERIOUSLY wrong.
"Zim...we have to get moving. Right no-" Gaz was cut off as Zim's spider legs disappeared from below him. Landing flat on her back she only had a split second to avoid a knife coming in a wide stabbing motion towards her head. She jumped up to face her attacker, but it had already disappeared. Not willing to tempt fate, she ran as fast as she could towards her house, Zim in tow. They managed to reach the front door and Zim slammed it behind them. They were both hyperventilating from the sprint.
"That...was something...I'd rather not...go through again..." Zim wheezed. Gaz looked at him with a look of annoyance.
"If you hadn't paused just then, we wouldn't have had to run for our lives at all!" Gaz yelled at Zim, completely flustered. Zim drew himself up to her to respond.
"If you hadn't dragged me out of my own base and held me hostage," Zim accused, "I wouldn't be running for my life in the first place!" Gaz drew herself up to Zim's face to give her response, anger temperature rapidly rising.
"I was just trying to save my life," Gaz shouted, "what you do with yours is no concern to me!" Zim closed into Gaz's face to give his retort some weight.
"Stupid self-centred human!" Zim cried, "You should die just like the rest of them!" Gaz closed into Zim's face so that their hate-filled eyes were mere inches apart.
"I HATE YOU!" Gaz shrieked.
"I HATE YOU!" Zim shrieked back.
Passions ran high and lingered for a few moments when they both simultaneously developed the urge to kiss each other. Now this wasn't the kind of polite peck-on-the-cheek that 10-year olds would typically muster, this was a full-on passionate effort that you usually only see in French art-house flicks. Their eyes were closed as they let their tongues do their own little dance with each other. They then pulled away from each other in a state of shock.
"What was that for, you pervert!?" Gaz yelled at Zim.
"You tell me, you stinking human!" Zim shouted back.
The anger-filled atmosphere pervaded for a few moments until they felt their lips lock together on their own accord. They gripped and caressed each other, giving every ounce of their being into one another. Then once again they pulled back from each other.
"What are you doing!? Get out of my house!" Zim screamed at Gaz.
"YOU'RE in MY house, you moron!" Gaz cried back.
They stared at each other in hatred for a few more moments then once again surrendered to their passions. Their hands flowed all over each other's bodies, somehow wishing that they could merge as one. But their mutual disgust once again got the better of them.
"STOP THAT!!"
"YOU STOP THAT!!
They stared at each other with looks of malice then once again took the plunge into each other, and this time it stayed. A shadow at the window had witnessed the whole exchange. It remained staring at the couple, noting, observing, plotting...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part Nine: Pressures
Gaz was holding Zim hostage. She was clinging onto his back as his pak's spider legs got her home at a decent speed along the deserted streets of the city at evening. Her arm was wrapped around his neck and a hand was clamped on his mouth. All in the name of safety. Zim wasn't particularly happy with this circumstance.
"mym wmn gmm mnwmn mhm mwh!" Zim mumbled under Gaz's hand. His back was starting to ache.
"Oh dear, looks like the space alien wants to say something..." Gaz commented, taking her hand off his mouth. She was actually finding this rather fun.
"You won't get away with this!" Zim threatened. It was a pretty weak threat mind, as one twist from Gaz's arm would've sent him crashing to earth with a short trip to the autopsy table to come.
"Get away with what?" Gaz asked, "all I want to do is get home. Do that and you can go back and do whatever the hell it is you do. So long as it doesn't involve me..." This seemed reasonable, but Zim always made a point NEVER to give in to demands. He was the superior species and he wasn't going to be undone by some puny little human psychopath. But when she holds your life in the bend of her arm then you don't really have much choice in the matter. It was on that thought that Zim stopped suddenly.
"What was that?" Zim said out loud, giving a reason to Gaz for his sudden cessation of movement. Something seemed to be approaching, but neither of them could see from where. Gaz started to get worried. She never got worried, so being worried meant that something was SERIOUSLY wrong.
"Zim...we have to get moving. Right no-" Gaz was cut off as Zim's spider legs disappeared from below him. Landing flat on her back she only had a split second to avoid a knife coming in a wide stabbing motion towards her head. She jumped up to face her attacker, but it had already disappeared. Not willing to tempt fate, she ran as fast as she could towards her house, Zim in tow. They managed to reach the front door and Zim slammed it behind them. They were both hyperventilating from the sprint.
"That...was something...I'd rather not...go through again..." Zim wheezed. Gaz looked at him with a look of annoyance.
"If you hadn't paused just then, we wouldn't have had to run for our lives at all!" Gaz yelled at Zim, completely flustered. Zim drew himself up to her to respond.
"If you hadn't dragged me out of my own base and held me hostage," Zim accused, "I wouldn't be running for my life in the first place!" Gaz drew herself up to Zim's face to give her response, anger temperature rapidly rising.
"I was just trying to save my life," Gaz shouted, "what you do with yours is no concern to me!" Zim closed into Gaz's face to give his retort some weight.
"Stupid self-centred human!" Zim cried, "You should die just like the rest of them!" Gaz closed into Zim's face so that their hate-filled eyes were mere inches apart.
"I HATE YOU!" Gaz shrieked.
"I HATE YOU!" Zim shrieked back.
Passions ran high and lingered for a few moments when they both simultaneously developed the urge to kiss each other. Now this wasn't the kind of polite peck-on-the-cheek that 10-year olds would typically muster, this was a full-on passionate effort that you usually only see in French art-house flicks. Their eyes were closed as they let their tongues do their own little dance with each other. They then pulled away from each other in a state of shock.
"What was that for, you pervert!?" Gaz yelled at Zim.
"You tell me, you stinking human!" Zim shouted back.
The anger-filled atmosphere pervaded for a few moments until they felt their lips lock together on their own accord. They gripped and caressed each other, giving every ounce of their being into one another. Then once again they pulled back from each other.
"What are you doing!? Get out of my house!" Zim screamed at Gaz.
"YOU'RE in MY house, you moron!" Gaz cried back.
They stared at each other in hatred for a few more moments then once again surrendered to their passions. Their hands flowed all over each other's bodies, somehow wishing that they could merge as one. But their mutual disgust once again got the better of them.
"STOP THAT!!"
"YOU STOP THAT!!
They stared at each other with looks of malice then once again took the plunge into each other, and this time it stayed. A shadow at the window had witnessed the whole exchange. It remained staring at the couple, noting, observing, plotting...
TO BE CONTINUED...