Ah, so it is another chapter.
Tak will play a rather important role, so don't write her off.
Zim returned to the classroom once lunch was over. There was a small food fight, so the class was punished by taking away recesses. Not that Zim minded, the more he was away from that rusty death trap of a playground, the better.
It didn't take long however for him to notice that Dib was still gone… How odd.
He kept an eye on the door, waiting for him to burst through at any second.
Maybe he could trip him…
XxX
'Tak? What is Tak doing here?' Dib hadn't seen her since the whole Hot Dog fiasco. Zim told him that he blasted her out of orbit in a tiny, uncontrollable escape pod. But it must not have been all that uncontrollable, because here was Tak now, pressing the breath out of small human with her heavy boot.
"Hello Dib," Tak sneered in her strange raspy voice. "Did you miss me?"
Dib was too busy struggling against the heavy weight of her boot to answer. Dibs' wiggling around made Tak crackle in morbid delight. "You humans are so pathetically weak… It's amazing Zim hadn't destroyed you all yet!"
"It's amazing that you're not dead yet!" Dib snarled. "Go back to space you alien Nazi!"
Tak chuckled at the boy's foolishness and removed her foot off the human. Dib was hesitant at first, thinking this was a trap of some sort, but he quickly decided to make a run for it. Maybe if he gets to Zim on time, they can get rid of her like the first time. He kicked off the ground to make a mad dash for the entrance door of the skool, when he felt a sheering pain in his shoulder. He staggered to one knee, and turned his head to see the source of his pain.
A long, shinny PAK leg had impaled him like a harpoon. It wasn't a kill shot, but it was more than enough for Dib to finally stay still and convince him to tell Tak whatever she wanted to know. The boy was still but a child, and wasn't sure how else to get out of the situation alive. The robotic leg pushed forward, drilling into his shoulder blade, threatening to break though the bone. The sheer pain caused Dib to scream out for help as he was forced to fall onto his stomach. This caused another wave of pain to shoot up his spine as he landed awkwardly on to his arm that was trapped in its sling.
Tak removed the PAK leg and knelt down next to the boy. The wound was deep and jagged. Her eyes narrowed into slits, as she glared hatefully at the boy. "I'm not here to kill you DIB. I'm here for Zim. And you're going to help."
Dib shuddered, scared that at any moment Tak would lose it completely and finish him off. He felt his back getting damp from the blood. He needed to get away fast, before he bled out too much… He wished he had just remained still and waited for Tak to tell him what she wanted. Teaming up against Zim? Maybe if he wasn't so scared, he would have actually considered it more willingly. "H-How?" he whimpered.
Tak grinned and stroked the boy's hair. This made Dib shiver a little more violently. "Perfectly easy… Everyone on Irk absolutely hates Zim, so nobody took the time to spend time to know little cretin," she cooed. Well… There was one Irken that did, but he was shot out of an Organic Sweep cannon ages ago. He should be completely vaporized by now. "But you spent several months with Zim and actually lived."
She stopped running her claws in Dib's hair and yanked on his ear. This drew out another cry of pain. "You're not making any sense!" he yelped, trying to lift his head in the direction that Tak was pulling his ear to avoid it getting torn off his skull. "Just tell me what you want!'
"It's one thing to walk up to Zim and simply kill him. It's another to make him suffer to the point where he begs for death," Tak crackled into his ear, her breath tickling his skin. "I want him to beg. I want you to tell me if you discovered a particular topic that makes Zim act unusual in any way. A subject that makes him, maybe, emotionally unstable."
Dib gulped. He didn't know Zim that well. Or maybe… he did? "I'm not sure, but he's been grouchy lately!" Dib choked out. "Something about Skoodge…"
"LIES!" Tak screamed in an unnaturally Zim-ish way. She grabbed a fist full of hair and used it as a handle as she pushed his head into the dirt, rubbing his nose into the mud. Dib's cries of protest were muffled by mouthful of rocks and soil. "Invader Skoodge has been dead for months, do you think I'm that stupid?"
She pulled Dib's head back up to hear his explanation. Dib spat out the dirt in his mouth, trying to get the taste out. "W-What are you talking about? I saw him three days ago! He was perfectly alive, until Zim started telling everyone he died!" he yelled.
Tak paused. The boy seemed sure of himself, and there was no reason for him to make such an absurd lie. She released the boy's large head and got to her feet. "If this is a lie human," she sneered. "Then you're dead."
Dib managed to struggle to his knees, breathing heavily. "But I'm no- Tak?" he looked around.
Tak was gone.