**Okay, maybe it isn't as long as I wanted it to be, but it longer
than the other few chapters I wrote. Face it. I'm getting lazy now….
BLAME THE STUPID INVASION OF THE SCIENCE AND SOCIAL STUDIES PROJECTS….
Ahemm….
Enjoy anyway.
**Kree**
The wheels of time turned as Zim lay on the ground, blood splattered all around him, suffering with so much agony. He closed his eyes, awaiting death to overcome him. He weakly tried to open his eyes, but he was glad he did. He was back in his own lab! His own lab underground! But GIR was nowhere in sight, and everything looked as good as dead. He was all alone. He knew he would rather of died there, where he had been "stabbed" then just dying here. Alone.
He sadly looked around. Imagine him; a strong Irken Invader, nearly crumbling to his death. What a disgrace if the Tallests saw him, but maybe it was meant for them not to. He glanced to the screen, and saw that Dib was alive though. One hundred percent annoying, but one hundred percent alive. So, he had succeeded anyway, but it was also another part of the plan to get himself out alive.
He lay there for two more hours.
Maybe it was because his body had become so endurable. Maybe that's why he couldn't just die a short death, and had to die a long, torturous death. Cold breezes brushed by his wounded body. It was frigidly cold, and he shivered ever moment or so. So he began thinking.
He wondered where Dib would be right now. Could he be breaking in at this very moment? Taking pictures of the base? Of him? Or was he at home, raving about his theories and the ideas that he was planning to do? Was he annoying his sister? Was Gaz playing her Game Slave 2, completely oblivious that might have happened? Would Gaz feel the same way? Where was Kree? Would she eventually come into Dib's life soon?
Zim knew that he wouldn't stay alive much longer to know if these questions were ever answered. He almost pitied himself, but he stopped at once. He was going to die an honorable Irken death, with absolutely no regrets. He had served his purpose in Irk, on Earth, and in life. In other people's lives.
It's a pity that no one would ever know.
He closed his eyes, wondering if it was finally the end. Maybe it was, because he felt warm now. An overpowering feeling of warmth …
He opened his eyes once more, expecting it to be his last glance ever, but then he saw … Dib… and … Gaz … hovering over him … Gaz had placed blanket over him, and that was where the warmth came from.
"Dib?" Zim gasped for air. "Gaz? What are you doing?"
"Well, obviously, you have a big knife in your chest, what do you think we'd be doing? We're helping you!" Dib snickered.
"Some answer for someone who's helping me." Zim rolled his eyes.
"Do you want us to help you?" Gaz questioned.
"It's kind of pitiful and unusual for a /human/ to be helping a great Irken, but I guess there is a first for everything."
"How did you get that knife in your chest anyway?" Gaz asked, almost looking sincere.
"You weren't trying to go suicide?" Dib demanded, his eyes widening.
"Of course not, you stinkbeast." Zim sneered. "And now that I come to think of it, maybe it was … and it was mostly your fault."
"Come on, Gaz." Dib ignored his last comment. "Let's pick him up."
They lifted him up. Dib got his legs, and Gaz, his arms. They carried him to their elevator and went up to the main floor. They stepped out and laid him on the couch. Gaz put the blanket over him, while Dib dragged out a bag with some medical equipment.
"Where's GIR?" Zim finally managed to ask.
"GIR?" Dib chuckled. "In the kitchen making you a little treat. Chocolate cake. He'll be overjoyed to see you up."
"Choc-o-latte." Zim smiled to himself, remembering his first of taste of chocolate. He smiled even more as GIR came bouncing into the room.
"MASTER!!!" He yelled and jumped onto Zim. He began to hug him tightly. "Oh, I MISS-SED YOU!!!!!! I MISS-SED YOU!!!!!!!!!"
"GIR, be careful. Get off for a second." Dib placed his hands over Zim's knife and pulled gently, but firmly.
"AHH! GOD DAMMIT DIB! THAT HURT!" Zim yelled. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?"
"Hey, I didn't enjoy it one bit! I would rather bring that knife /down/ into your chest, instead of up."
"Then why are you doing it?" Zim smirked.
Dib smirked back. He reached into his bag, and reached a clear liquid. He poured it over Zim's chest, and took out some pads to clean it.
"When did you become a doctor?" Zim asked.
"Ha ha, very funny. It's science, Zim. And if you haven't noticed before, I excel in it /just a bit/, just a bit." Dib exaggerated. "And this little potion that Dad just invented is very convenient. It will fix up any inner organ that has been injured." Then Dib pulled out some alcohol. "But, you still have to use the ordinary alcohol to prevent diseases." Dib poured some on Zim with the pads. It stung a little, but Zim was able to endure it.
"So, how did you know I was down there, anyway? Are you psychic or something? Zim questioned.
"In your case, let's just say an angel told us." Gaz replied.
"What do you mean?"
"We got a phone call." Dib explained. "Someone told us that you were down there, and you needed help. She wouldn't tell us anything more, or who she was. Then, Gaz had a dream about you dying, so we came over here as /quickly/ as we could."
"Someone?"
"SHE WOULDN'T TELL US WHO SHE WAS!"
"Okay, okay, chill, Dib. I'm trying to recover."
"Zim, remember this." Dib sighed. "You are SO in my debt."
"Um, no. I think you actually repaid mine."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Oh, something you don't know."
"What do I not know?" Dib demanded.
"Oh, there's a lot in your stupid little /human/ brain that you don't know."
"Zim, rest. Dib, SHUT UP!" Gaz shouted. "Also, Zim. What happened to you?" She looked at all his scratches, cuts, and bruises that covered his body. She saw all his torn clothes practically in pieces. "You look as if you'd been in jail for years."
Zim looked at her and gave her a simple answer. "I have."
"CHOCOLATE IS SERVED!!!!" GIR came running in with a HUGE chocolate layer cake. He quickly cut them into pieces and placed them on plates. He handed one to Gaz, Dib, and Zim.
"Thanks, GIR." Gaz said. So did everyone else.
Zim took a bite out of his chocolate cake. He couldn't believe this was happening. Here he was, alive, eating cake, surrounded by his enemy, his "crush", and his SIR. Before, he was nearly dying, and he was in the hell hole, and memories then poured into his head of the past few days.
Suddenly, out of realization. He stared at the cake. He knew it. He knew who told them. He knew who told Gaz and Dib that he was there. He knew who the "angel" was.
"I know it." He finally whispered aloud.
**Zimmy wants to keep his little secret though …. But … I still have my conclusion to make of the story.**
**Does anybody remember what happened because of the messed up Time Object Replacement Device? That's for me to know, and you to find out in the next, and final chapter**
**Plz review!**
**Kree**
Enjoy anyway.
**Kree**
The wheels of time turned as Zim lay on the ground, blood splattered all around him, suffering with so much agony. He closed his eyes, awaiting death to overcome him. He weakly tried to open his eyes, but he was glad he did. He was back in his own lab! His own lab underground! But GIR was nowhere in sight, and everything looked as good as dead. He was all alone. He knew he would rather of died there, where he had been "stabbed" then just dying here. Alone.
He sadly looked around. Imagine him; a strong Irken Invader, nearly crumbling to his death. What a disgrace if the Tallests saw him, but maybe it was meant for them not to. He glanced to the screen, and saw that Dib was alive though. One hundred percent annoying, but one hundred percent alive. So, he had succeeded anyway, but it was also another part of the plan to get himself out alive.
He lay there for two more hours.
Maybe it was because his body had become so endurable. Maybe that's why he couldn't just die a short death, and had to die a long, torturous death. Cold breezes brushed by his wounded body. It was frigidly cold, and he shivered ever moment or so. So he began thinking.
He wondered where Dib would be right now. Could he be breaking in at this very moment? Taking pictures of the base? Of him? Or was he at home, raving about his theories and the ideas that he was planning to do? Was he annoying his sister? Was Gaz playing her Game Slave 2, completely oblivious that might have happened? Would Gaz feel the same way? Where was Kree? Would she eventually come into Dib's life soon?
Zim knew that he wouldn't stay alive much longer to know if these questions were ever answered. He almost pitied himself, but he stopped at once. He was going to die an honorable Irken death, with absolutely no regrets. He had served his purpose in Irk, on Earth, and in life. In other people's lives.
It's a pity that no one would ever know.
He closed his eyes, wondering if it was finally the end. Maybe it was, because he felt warm now. An overpowering feeling of warmth …
He opened his eyes once more, expecting it to be his last glance ever, but then he saw … Dib… and … Gaz … hovering over him … Gaz had placed blanket over him, and that was where the warmth came from.
"Dib?" Zim gasped for air. "Gaz? What are you doing?"
"Well, obviously, you have a big knife in your chest, what do you think we'd be doing? We're helping you!" Dib snickered.
"Some answer for someone who's helping me." Zim rolled his eyes.
"Do you want us to help you?" Gaz questioned.
"It's kind of pitiful and unusual for a /human/ to be helping a great Irken, but I guess there is a first for everything."
"How did you get that knife in your chest anyway?" Gaz asked, almost looking sincere.
"You weren't trying to go suicide?" Dib demanded, his eyes widening.
"Of course not, you stinkbeast." Zim sneered. "And now that I come to think of it, maybe it was … and it was mostly your fault."
"Come on, Gaz." Dib ignored his last comment. "Let's pick him up."
They lifted him up. Dib got his legs, and Gaz, his arms. They carried him to their elevator and went up to the main floor. They stepped out and laid him on the couch. Gaz put the blanket over him, while Dib dragged out a bag with some medical equipment.
"Where's GIR?" Zim finally managed to ask.
"GIR?" Dib chuckled. "In the kitchen making you a little treat. Chocolate cake. He'll be overjoyed to see you up."
"Choc-o-latte." Zim smiled to himself, remembering his first of taste of chocolate. He smiled even more as GIR came bouncing into the room.
"MASTER!!!" He yelled and jumped onto Zim. He began to hug him tightly. "Oh, I MISS-SED YOU!!!!!! I MISS-SED YOU!!!!!!!!!"
"GIR, be careful. Get off for a second." Dib placed his hands over Zim's knife and pulled gently, but firmly.
"AHH! GOD DAMMIT DIB! THAT HURT!" Zim yelled. "WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DO THAT?"
"Hey, I didn't enjoy it one bit! I would rather bring that knife /down/ into your chest, instead of up."
"Then why are you doing it?" Zim smirked.
Dib smirked back. He reached into his bag, and reached a clear liquid. He poured it over Zim's chest, and took out some pads to clean it.
"When did you become a doctor?" Zim asked.
"Ha ha, very funny. It's science, Zim. And if you haven't noticed before, I excel in it /just a bit/, just a bit." Dib exaggerated. "And this little potion that Dad just invented is very convenient. It will fix up any inner organ that has been injured." Then Dib pulled out some alcohol. "But, you still have to use the ordinary alcohol to prevent diseases." Dib poured some on Zim with the pads. It stung a little, but Zim was able to endure it.
"So, how did you know I was down there, anyway? Are you psychic or something? Zim questioned.
"In your case, let's just say an angel told us." Gaz replied.
"What do you mean?"
"We got a phone call." Dib explained. "Someone told us that you were down there, and you needed help. She wouldn't tell us anything more, or who she was. Then, Gaz had a dream about you dying, so we came over here as /quickly/ as we could."
"Someone?"
"SHE WOULDN'T TELL US WHO SHE WAS!"
"Okay, okay, chill, Dib. I'm trying to recover."
"Zim, remember this." Dib sighed. "You are SO in my debt."
"Um, no. I think you actually repaid mine."
"What the hell do you mean?"
"Oh, something you don't know."
"What do I not know?" Dib demanded.
"Oh, there's a lot in your stupid little /human/ brain that you don't know."
"Zim, rest. Dib, SHUT UP!" Gaz shouted. "Also, Zim. What happened to you?" She looked at all his scratches, cuts, and bruises that covered his body. She saw all his torn clothes practically in pieces. "You look as if you'd been in jail for years."
Zim looked at her and gave her a simple answer. "I have."
"CHOCOLATE IS SERVED!!!!" GIR came running in with a HUGE chocolate layer cake. He quickly cut them into pieces and placed them on plates. He handed one to Gaz, Dib, and Zim.
"Thanks, GIR." Gaz said. So did everyone else.
Zim took a bite out of his chocolate cake. He couldn't believe this was happening. Here he was, alive, eating cake, surrounded by his enemy, his "crush", and his SIR. Before, he was nearly dying, and he was in the hell hole, and memories then poured into his head of the past few days.
Suddenly, out of realization. He stared at the cake. He knew it. He knew who told them. He knew who told Gaz and Dib that he was there. He knew who the "angel" was.
"I know it." He finally whispered aloud.
**Zimmy wants to keep his little secret though …. But … I still have my conclusion to make of the story.**
**Does anybody remember what happened because of the messed up Time Object Replacement Device? That's for me to know, and you to find out in the next, and final chapter**
**Plz review!**
**Kree**