After tying up some of the weapons ZIM keeps around onto the ZOOT Crusier I was finally ready. Mini Moose kept making these annoying squeaks while I was fixing it up.

"Shush Mini! Do you want to wake up ZIM?" I ask him.

Mini takes a deep breath and squeaks super loud. I swear that it just broke a window next door to us. "Mini this is supposed to be a secret mission!" I quickly stifle the flying annoyance with some leftover rope. "Okay I don't want to hurt you but you're really ticking me off. I just want to go back to my old house so I can gain some sanity back. Think you can just fly the ship to my place?" I take out a map. "This is where my town is. Can you fly me to that town?" Mini Moose stares at the map then flies over to the ZOOT Crusier and starts it up. I jump into the cockpit while Mini Moose closes it. "Thanks Mini, I owe you one." It squeaks in response. I stretch out and get myself comfortable, just content looking out the window and thinking about what I should do when I meet Carl. Soon I fall asleep.

It was only years ago, I'm not really sure how long ago. I tried to destroy any memory from that time. All I know is that I was just a kid… well younger than right now. Definitely too young to have seen it and somehow lived. I remember being home when it happened. Mom was cooking dinner; it was once my favorite… now I can't even look at it without throwing up. Dad just got home from work so he was relaxing in the living room. He was a lawyer, and coincidently had many enemies. But never did I think that one would ever harm us, there was my naivety. It soon ended.

There was a loud knock and my dad answered. I heard a loud gasp from him and whirl of words that I couldn't make out. Then I heard a loud bang and a shout. "You made my life HELL! You bastard! You have no idea!" I heard another bang. My mother quickly ran over, scooped me up and hid me in the closet; promising me that everything would be alright, and that she'll call the police. She never made it. When she reached the phone upstairs and tried to call he shot her down. I was in a fetal position trying to ignore the screams of my mother and the gunshots. Then all was quiet. I opened the door cautiously trying to examine the place, only to have a gun barrel pointed at my head. "Well, well little girl. Looks like you're the only one left. Don't worry I'll make this as PAINFUL as possible!" He laughed inhumanly, like a demon. Suddenly everything went by so fast. I recall punching him hard his privates, like my mom had once taught me, smacked away his gun and then ran upstairs. The body of my mother was something I wished never to see again. Three gunshot wounds; side, leg and eye. I threw up right there, at the worst time. He caught me and slammed me against the wall. "Now you're going to get you little shi-"

I didn't learn of this until later, but when he shot up my mom he hit a chemical pipe. My mom was a hobby-chemist. Meaning that she was always playing mad scientist. Well when he hit the pipe it leaked out, and when shot off the gun the fire of it caused a huge explosion. It wasn't until later, when I was in my hospital did I learn that my father had also died… but he escaped the house to go get help. He died from his wounds once he saw the house blow up. I had a few broken bones, burns on my back, and not to mention the mental trauma. My house was completely destroyed, and at first I thought he was destroyed as well.

"Nyeh!" Squeaks Mini as it pokes me with its antlers.

I open one eye then jolt up, looking out the window. "There it is." I say in a low voice.

I have to admit that I expected that the county would've cleared the place and built something else, but no. The lot was the same as I saw it last, charred and blackened. I take a deep breath and get out of the cockpit. I untie some of my choicest weapons: a small handheld laser gun, a medium sized pipe bomb, and a couple more assorted stuff that looked helpful. I took another deep breath and stepped up to the lot. Looking around the flat lot I waited.

"If I were you I'd look down the stairs."

A chill rang up my spine. I hesitantly spied over where the basement steps once were. I can feel a very dark aura over there. I force myself to walk over instead of turn tailing away. I reach the base of the stairs and stop, paralyzed. I can't even breathe.

"Not a pretty sight is it girl?"

A skeleton with bit of flesh and hair is infused with the basement wall. I feel bile rise up in my throat. He laughs that same demonic laugh.

" So how about that? All the chemicals do is make you have immense strength, me? Well it just blows me into a wall for me to rot in."

I step back and trip on the stair, falling back. "My only question Carl is-is why? Why did you kill my parents?"

The skeleton opens and closes his mouth but no words come out. I redo grip my hold on the bundle of weapons. "Tell me, I need to know."

I hear a low hiss. "That fool thought he could easily be rid of me, he thought he could condemn me to that damned jail cell. He was wrong. I escaped and sought my revenge."

"He did his job! He's a lawyer he's supposed to do that!"

"LIES! I never committed the crime! I was wrongly accused and convicted! Before I was arrested he had lies printed about me. Everyone stopped trusting me, I was fired from my job, my girlfriend left me, and I was going to be evicted and forced to live on the streets."

He fixes his hollow eyes on me. "I was put in jail… but then I hatched a plan… I would get back at him by killing his family."

He smiles a horrible toothy smile. I cringe. "Now that's what I'm about to do, I'm going to finish the job."

He lets out and under worldly wail, releasing part of the dirt overhead.

"You're going to bury me alive?" I scream over the wail. I scramble over to the stairs only to be blocked off by rocks crashing down. He lets out a loud screeching laugh.

"HAHAHAHA! You're going to die you little brat!"

In a state of panic I try to dig my way out, only to have rocks fall upon my hands.

He laughs at my pathetic attempts. I feel my blood boil and reach for the revolver. In an instant I yank it out and fire shots at the skeleton. Head shot; breaking part of the skull, arm shattering it. I'm about to shoot again when he lets out another wail, this time loud enough to wake the dead. Which is what he did. Hands popped out of the ground and crawled their way out. I scream and sidle against the wall.

"Have fun trying to kill the dead!"

I clutch my head as all these wails are now giving me a massive near-paralyzing migraine. One Zombie grabs my throat, digging its long dirty fingernails into the soft vulnerable skin. I keep shooting the beast but it just tightens my hold. As everything starts to darken I feel a raw power rise up in my arms. I clench my fist, and with all the power I can muster I take one good punch at the Zombies head. I don't look but I can feel me breaking through the decaying flesh and skull. He falls over, letting go of my throat. For a second I thought I was safe. Wrong. Three more popped out of the ground.

"Oh how sad, you used up all your power just to take down one? Stupid little girl."

I kick at the few coming out. "How was I supposed to know that more people died here!" I scream in a fury.

"Always assume." Was his cocky reply.

The three took me down and started to dig their nails into my throat, one actually scratching. I try to get them off but as Carl said, I used up all my strength. Crap!

"Well I guess this is goodbye world… you were crappy… I should've said goodbye to ZIM before I ran off, maybe I've could've been friends with Gaz… and maybe even Dib." Another hard scratch at my neck and I can feel a warm liquid trickle down, and everything growing fuzzy.

"Crystal-human! Where are you?"

I'm brought back by his voice.

Author's Note: "Okay Seriously I know I keep saying that I'll update frequently but… yeah sometimes inspiration just doesn't fall from the sky very much,

ZIM, Mini Moose, and others but Crystal and Carl are owned by Jhonen Vasquez