Chapter 12 The Mighty Fall
Author's Note: Hello everyone! TempestJewel here. I wish to warn you all I cried when this chapter was born in my mind and I want to apologize for giving it to all of you. This chapter will have mild gore so be warned and depressive things also one bad word. There will be excessive violence in this chapter. All around this a dark chapter and I know I promised I wouldn't be so pessimistic a few chapters back but I couldn't help it and everything that takes place in this chapter is crucial for later storyline.
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Dib's P.O.V.
I roll into my covers and mutter a weak "Go away" as someone knocks on my door. I hear the door open as I put my pillow over my head. I went to bed so late I am still so sleepy. These obvious signs however, do not deter the being of trying to wake me as they simply take my pillow. I groan refusing to open my eyes until a set of lips cover my own. This causes me to jump and open my eyes. The offender of my sleep and my lips chuckles and I look over to see Zim smiling at me.
"I had assumed you were in the sleeping death and figured that was the best approach." He says to me and yesterday's events flood my mind as I gaze upon him sitting on my bed.
"Well I was fine but, I wouldn't mind being woken up by that more often…" I mumble back my face red, Zim smiles at me before leaning down and kissing me again I wrap my arms around him and he moves and lays on my bed putting his three fingered hands on my neck and into my hair. He deepens the kiss before pulling back up allowing me to breathe. I gaze up at him blush plain as day on my face as I pant softly and Zim strokes my cheek.
"Today is the big day my Diblet… You don't want to be late for school do you?" he says cheerfully and I feel the excitement in me too, because today is the day we begin taking over Earth!
"Oh yeah! I am a little nervous actually…" I say honestly and Zim just nods at me.
"Something this important should be met with nerves as to feel otherwise would be foolish and arrogant. You are not foolish and arrogant are you my little gold eyed amore?" Zim says starting the sentence out seriously but ending it teasingly.
I snort and look at him with a disbelieving face. "Me, arrogant? Please I am not the one who declared himself ruler of a planet the second he stepped on it."
Zim snorts back shaking his head and addressing me as one would a child, "And who my dear Diblet is about to become one of the rulers of this planet?"
I deflate and pout at that argument, he got me there. "Well still-" he cuts me off with a kiss and my eyes flutter closed not minding being cut off as Zim wraps his body on mine entwining our legs and pulling me close.
"Hhhhmmmmm" I hum against him and he purrs in approval the vibrations of it making my heart squeeze in my chest. He pulls away from me.
"I assume I have awoken you fully Dib-love?" he chuckles and I blush disentangling our legs and pushing him clear off my bed with a thump. My eyes clenched shut as I feel heat rolling off my face in waves. I know in my mind I look like a tomato!
"Pervert!" I yell and Zim laughs loudly and I look down at him to see him wiping tears from his eyes laughing crazily.
His mirth is stopped however by Gaz bursting in glaring hard enough to freeze us both in place her slightly darker eyes promising death.
"If you two don't shut the heck up now, I will rip out both of your spleens." Zim opens his mouth to say something but Gaz stops whatever it is. "Zim I don't care if you don't have a spleen, I will rip all of your organs out looking for one!"
I don't know how but, next thing I know Zim is behind me and under my covers. "Whatever you say my sweet Gazelle, the Dib and I shall be most quiet. No need to search Zim's amazing Organs for inferior earth guts." He says nervously and I find myself slipping under the covers as Gaz turns her glare toward me.
"Yeah just as Zim said not a peep from us at all... nuh-uh" I pull the covers over my head as Gaz slams the door shut and walks off.
"The Gaz child would have made an excellent Invader, she would have worlds nay, galaxies bowing at her feet." Zim whispers next to me and even though I don't approve of him comparing her to Irken standards, I can't help but agree.
"Yeah I remember one time I had taken the last pizza slice in the refrigerator and she beat me till I puked it up saying if she couldn't have it no one could." I shiver at the memory glad that Gaz has mellowed out greatly since we were children.
"Ouch, I am glad she never seemed to hate me as much as she used to hate you." Zim comments slowly creeping out from under the covers. We both logically know Gaz can't hear us and probably wouldn't carry out her threat if she did but, there was always the possibility she could and would and Zim obviously wasn't taking that chance.
I slowly crawl out myself and I notice a bouquet sitting on my nightstand and I blush. "Did you bring me flowers?" Zim nods looking proud of himself.
"Do you like them?"
I pick them up and notice they are all white and gold. Lilies, roses of both yellow and white, flowers I can't even name I smell them and sweetness envelopes my senses this is so sweet of Zim I feel him wrap an arm around my waist.
"Do you like them?" He asks again the uncertainty in his voice betraying his confidence.
"I love them they are beautiful but what are they for?" I ask and he looks at me.
"Last I checked, one did not need a reason to give their love flowers so I was planning on giving you a fresh set everyday but if I was mistaken I can only give them for occasions."
I blush at his words. "Oh no I guess you don't need a reason, it is just odd getting so much positive attention. I was thinking you would lay off on the affections now that you won…" once the words are out of my mouth I regret them as that sounds real shallow and Zim's frown shows it.
"Why would my shows of affection cease after I worked so hard to gain yours? Are you insulting Zim's intelligence?" Oh yeah I done screwed up, crap, of course that notion would be stupid to Zim he throws himself into everything he does fully. I can't just say I was basing this off modern relationships that often work that way…
Crap what do I say…? Just tell him the truth if he is still mad he will get over it… embellish it if you have to, you are not pushing away our sexy alien because you can't properly use the shut up filter!
I wince at my inner monologue and I see Zim is still staring at me expectantly and he looks even madder at my silence.
"No I am not insulting your intelligence at all! It is just normally people get less romantic as a relationship progresses! Not that I want you to, I mean I love what you are doing now! It makes me feel happy and loved, which I don't have much experience in. I get flustered and say stupid stuff when you pull it because it is so-" I say all this waving my arms like a madman when Zim puts his hand over my mouth and he actually looks relieved and the anger has faded from his expression and I would sigh in relief if I could.
"You talk too much." He says, kissing me before getting off my bed.
"Computer is getting a vase for your flowers and now I must ensure breakfast is ready." He turns to leave me and I feel I haven't apologized enough so I hug him around the waist and nuzzle the skin above his PAK through his shirt.
"I really am sorry, you are probably the best boyfriend in existence and I would be more than happy to have every flower you would give me."
"Zim is pretty fantastic, you are lucky human." Zim says turning in my hold looking at me with a conceited smirk on his face before he drops it and hugs me back my faced pressed to his chest.
"Though Zim must admit the Dib is fantastic too maybe even more so than the Almighty Zim is." That admittance shocks me and I blush.
"Haha you are funny… now go away so I can dress, you ball of goo." I say and push him away he looks at me confused.
"Zim is no ball of goo, why would you say that?" he looks at me demanding answers as I giggle and push him out the door.
"The day you figure it out is the day I let you watch me change."
This jumpstarts him as he starts running down the hall. "Computer! I need to know-" "Hey no cheating! Use your own brain meats!" I shout after him causing him to pause and pout.
"Fine Dib-Stink! I will figure this out and when I do, such changes will Zim see!" He points at me hauntingly like when we were children I giggle and shut my door getting my clothes for the day.
Once I change and fix my hair, I head out to the kitchen to see Zita cooking and Zim sporting a nice round bump on his head. Before I can ask Gaz hits me straight in the ear causing pain to radiate through my brain.
"Ow Gaz what the heck!?" I say a few involuntary tears coming to my eyes as I rub the offended area, and I hear Zim snicker but stop quickly when Gaz glares at him.
"You idiots are too loud for the mornings! And no one wants to hear you offer to change in front of Zim!"
Zita mumbles under her breath something I don't quite catch but from the way Zim spins and looks at her in shock and the way her face turns red gives me a general idea what it was.
"Sorry Gaz, I swear we will be quieter…. Please do not rain doom upon our doomed heads…" I plead but it seems she is already over it, as she sits at the table and I move to sit next to Zim.
I look around and notice Sierra, Ms. Bitters, Agent Nessie, and Aeron are not here.
"Where is everyone at?" I ask looking to Zim who is twirling an uncooked spaghetti noodle like a baton in his three fingers he stops and looks at me with a raised eyebrow or at least it would be if he had eyebrows.
"It is doomsday remember? Not everyone gets to relax and go to school, some of us actually have work to do." He says teasingly.
"Wait, you aren't going?" Oh wait, I almost face palm of course he isn't going he is the head of the operation and we destroyed half of his human disguise last night. "Wait, uh, never mind that was stupid."
"You are right, it was. Zim will stay in base today to recheck resources, fortification and that all the robots for the invasion are fully functional. You and Gaz will be going to school alone today. Of course unless you two don't want to."
I think about it but Gaz answers for us. "Nah, we are going. It will be funny to watch everyone walk around oblivious to their end of order…." She chuckles evilly and I was going to turn down going because I am starting to have a bad feeling in my gut but someone has to go with Gaz to school and since I don't really have any jobs until the invasion begins, I don't have an excuse to negotiate.
"Yeah we can go but we will be back as soon as it's over. Right?" Gaz nods as Zita sets food in front of us and all conversation is forgotten as we dig in food, being number one priority here.
After we eat me and Gaz get ready to go out and Zim rushes out after us with our lunches.
"Wait, take this with you" Zim says handing us our lunches. He gives Gaz a hug which she blushes at before he turns to me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "Be good, Dib-love."
"I will, see you after school." I say blushing and running to catch up with Gaz I hear the base door shut as Zim goes inside. I feel happy knowing he will be there to greet me when I get back.
I turn to see Gaz too is looking at the house smiling softly.
"It is nice to leave home knowing there is someone waiting for you when you get back." I say and she nods at me. I wonder not for the first time why dad left us, we could have had this had he wanted it to be so. I slip my hand into Gaz's, something we haven't done in weeks. Our hand holding started after she was nearly killed in the car accident whenever we got sad we would just hold hands to ensure the other was there.
She squeezes my hand and we walk to school and my feeling of something bad happening rises. "Gaz do you feel anything weird?"
"No you idiot, we are about to help in the toppling of earth I think it would be weird if you didn't feel something" She says letting go of my hand. "Now relax, you have nothing to worry about. Let Zim and everyone else do their thing, they have worked years on this after all. Now go to class."
She leaves me there and I smile at her back at her attempt to reassure me, but it doesn't really help I feel something very wrong is going to happen. I feel it too we need to be careful. That makes me feel worse and as I slide into my seat I notice eyes on me, eyes that I haven't felt in a while. The hairs on the back of my neck rise as I turn and there is none other than Torque sitting in his chair glaring at me but it is the twisted smile on his twisted face, causing fear to rise in me.
I can see every bit of damage I caused him on his face it appears he has had reconstructive surgery but it either must be incomplete or some things they just cannot replace because he looks awful. Holy, we did a good job. My inner darkness feels pleasure as I also want to puke I knew I had messed him up bad but this I didn't want- Don't start with the excuses, you wanted him to suffer and now he does. This is great! Can you just shut up, something is wrong! He obviously is planning something! Look at that smile. So? We can take anything he throws at us and I doubt many people will be willing to back him up out of fear we would do that to them. I try to think about this logically, Torque is a jockey so maybe he just thinks he has a good plan? No that is stereotypical and stereotyping is bad. It's dangerous... I just have to keep my guard up and hope that he did have a stupid plan. And if he does attack me, I will just show him to the hospital again…
Strangely, this self-reassurance doesn't make the feeling go away…
I focus instead on my teacher who is taking roll when she calls Zim's name I answer for him. "Zim is planning on taking over the world today and couldn't make it." People snicker and call me crazy, and I just giggle right with them for soon they will see exactly why Zim isn't here. On the other hand my teacher isn't amused.
"Now Dib honey, we talked about this. If you want to be in class you have to behave."
"Oh yes forgive me, I will be quiet now I promise." I say leaning back in my chair my face anything but apologetic.
The teacher doesn't catch my blatant sarcasm and starts her lesson and a paper ball lands on my desk and I must say I am surprised no one has thrown anything at me since the Torque incident; I reach down and unrumpled it.
You better meet me outside after class we settle this today you freak. You haven't beaten me. –Torque
I don't even try to stop the laughter that bubbles up in me and I have to pinch myself from busting out into full blown class disrupting laughter. I turn toward Torque to see he is actually shocked at my reaction. I am not the same coward you knew weeks ago, you pompous pantywaist He's Dead.
"You're dead." It's a whisper, barely a breath, but apparently Torque understands. If the fear that enters his eyes is any indication. This makes me feel odd inside both good and bad feelings ignite in me at his reaction.
Honestly, I am surprised I said it. It is so unlike me to be so mean… I mean, when I was younger all I wanted was Zim dead and on an autopsy table, a thought that now sickens me, but I have never been so malicious, but as I stare at Torque's trembling form, I feel good.
I turn away from him and stare at my desk contemplating these new thoughts. It feels good that he fears me, but it also hurts... why? Maybe it hurts because I don't like people fearing me for any reason; I spent so long trying to protect them from things they should fear… that might be it. Maybe it feels good because the fear means he is taking me seriously? Considers me a threat? Maybe I can talk to Gaz about it, she might understand. I know Aeron understands and would tell me about it, but after last night's events I don't think I can talk to him without a slight bit of fear myself.
I think I should be lenient on him. I mean I can't go around beating up every lowlife that comes my way. Zim wants me to be the compassionate of the two rulers and God knows I will have to keep his temper in check. Sure, violence will be needed in my life but should I really use so much? I need to just take it easy not lose my head. I know Zim isn't here to stop me this time; just knock him out yeah one hit K.O. is all that is necessary…
I smile, now that that is settled I relax a little and my thoughts turn to later today. I know that soon full scale invasion will begin and it is probably going to be so stressful... I hope we can handle it. It is funny I haven't even considered the possibility of losing; I mean Zim has failed every time before this, what makes this any different?
Maybe it is because he isn't alone this time? Plus, there really is no one to stop him either. There has been more planning and more set up in this deal than I have ever seen Zim put in anything. Also I have to take into account this is a different Zim, he said he was lost in madness the first few years he was here on earth and I believe it, how he used to be was just stupid.
I smile staring out the window and notice clouds beginning to form. Rain? How poetic. Yeah. I agree with myself on that though, I wonder if it is going to rain for our success against other humans or if the rain has something to do with the horrible feeling in my stomach.
All too soon, class is over and I am going to meet my foe in the school yard. It's kinda odd he wanted me to meet him there... but whatever if I get kicked out on my last day of skool, I don't care As long as that bitch kneels.
That stops me in the middle of the hallway. I put my hand to my forehead. This is wrong... I don't want Torque bowing before me. I just want him to stop treating me like dirt, like he is better than me because he isn't, he is- Oh God, I think I am better than him. We are better than him. He can't see reality, he wasn't handpicked by the next ruler of the world, and he sure as heck can't beat us in a fair fight. He is so far beneath us. We shouldn't even put forth the effort of destroying him. When did I become such an elitist?
I honestly pause and contemplate it. I know I will be late but I can't let these thoughts cloud my judgment in the fight. Do I honestly think I am better? Zim certainly says so but he likes me. He is obligated to; on the other hand Zim thinks highly of himself and would not pick a lesser being. Has he not told me numerous times I was better than the others on this planet? Okay, so there is some basis for the elitist mentality... but when did it begin? Has it always been here?
Those thoughts can wait for later. We have a loser that has stepped out a line and needs to pay. Right.
These thoughts can definitely wait and I already feel a fire in my belly at the idea of a fight. It has been so long since I had a real one. Sure I have been training with Aeron and Zim sometimes, even Agent Nessie, but those weren't real fights there was no malice. No true willingness to hurt (Except Aeron may have gotten slightly more violent if I had ignored one of Zim's attempts at affection, though only now I realize it), it was just practice. Well this isn't practice and from what I have seen and felt there is definitely going to be malice. I smirk thinking how much this is going to hurt, him of course. I can't have Zim seeing me beat up again, he would be ticked.
I frown again, even though I know I can win this fight hands down... There isn't a chance I could lose. Even if he managed to get a group of people together, they couldn't win... but why do I feel trepidation? Every instinct other than my will to beat him screams run. Maybe it is my inner pacifist who doesn't want to cause more damage than I already have? No this is fear, I fear something out there and as I raise my hand to push the door open, I pause, every sense of danger I have ever owned going off and I am going to listen to it.
Let's go to the roof, we can see what's going on from there. I agree.
I turn around and sprint to the stairs, quickly make it to the roof and easily breaking the rusted decrepit lock. I make it out and go halfway before dropping to a crouch and sneaking to the edge, careful not to be seen. I make it to the edge and see that Torque is indeed alone.
That shouldn't be a problem so why- wait look at the hand behind his back.
I squint and curse my lack of proper vision but I am just able to focus enough to make out a gun behind his back. A GUN? HE BROUGHT A FREAKING GUN TO SCHOOL?! TO A FISTFIGHT NO LESS, THAT CHEAT!
I feel disgust rise in me, this boy aimed to kill me, ME of all people. I grit my teeth as I lower myself down the side of the school using my years of obscure investigating training to easily scale down behind him. I feel the sense of fear and danger rise in me again, but if he thinks he is fast enough or man enough to shoot me, then so be it.
I jump once I deem it safe enough, and land gracefully. "Couldn't face me on your own jerk?" I hiss at him and he jerks in surprise raising the gun at me but I catch his arm and snap his wrist forcing him to drop it. He cries out falling to the ground.
That was too easy, far too easy.
Our observations are proven correct for the second I pick up the gun Torque is suddenly screaming like a madman.
"Help ,Help! The crazy kid is going to shoot me! hhhhhereeellllppppp!"
I am stunned as suddenly workers from the crazy house start closing in.
"What the? I wasn't he had it I was just-" I tried to defend myself when one of the people grab my arm and jerked me, making me drop the gun, which discharges and hits my shin making me scream out in pain.
This doesn't deter or even slow down my assailants and another one grabs my other arm. I hear students pouring out of the classroom despite teachers trying to keep them in, and watch the spectacle with sick fascination.
"Dib!" I hear Gaz yell and I see her through the mass of assailants and her eyes are wide and get even wider seeing the blood coming from my leg. "Let go of him he needs to get to a hospital!" she yells and pushes aside one of the white coated workers. Instead one of them pulls her back away from me.
"Miss, it's not safe, this boy is insane. He needs to be stopped immediately!"
I see one brandish a needle to knock her out and I yell in warning, despite my pain and still fighting the white coats. "Gaz, it is okay go find Zim! Tell him what happ-" I am cut off by a needle being shoved in my arm none to gently and the sedative put in me. I jerk widely as it tries to make me pass out.
Don't pass out, don't pass out, we need to see if Gaz- All thoughts of Gaz leave my mind as I lock eyes with the cause of all my pain. Torque. I see it all over his face, he is smiling... SMILING! He planned this!
White hot rage flows through me and with the last burst of adrenaline I might ever produce, I lunge toward him, breaking my captor's hold. My only thoughts being making him pay. I feel my leg bones splinter and shatter more as I put weight on it but the adrenaline and sedatives making me not care; as I draw my fist back I see terror flood his eyes and in my rage. I can't help but taunt him as I hit him in an angled punch that will break his nose and cause the fragments to lodge in his brain. (A self-defense tactic I learned, and should only be used in last resorts) "I bet you regret messing with me now, you underestimated how insane I could be."I yell at him while smiling madly and I giggle as I feel my fist connect and his face cave. I knew my aim was true and in a few minutes, Torque will be nothing more than a carcass.
I feel arms grab me and an ambulance siren blare in the background, but none of that matters right now, The second I knew I had hit Torque, I felt my body go weak and as the white coats grab me. One of them checks Torque, as my world begins fading black and by then I wonder again if Gaz had been able to get away and warn Zim. I feel sick. It is fine rest now… we can rest. And with that I knew no more.
Gaz's P.O.V.
I can't believe what is happening, one minute I was sitting in class watching my teacher have a mental breakdown when suddenly I heard a gunshot. I ignored it the first few seconds, thinking it was just stupid gang violence that normally goes down on Thursdays but then someone yelled in the hall. "Hey, Dib just tried to shoot somebody!" I felt my world stop because Dib would never shoot someone... he didn't even have a gun!
I ran with the other students to see what was going on and as I ran into the school yard I see people from the Crazy House for Boys try to restrain him, I gasp seeing blood pouring from his leg. I call out to him, he looks to me, seemingly scared and I don't blame him. I try pushing people out of the way to get to my brother but some white coats stops mem talking about how my brother is dangerous. I try to get past him but then Dib is yelling to me to go get Zim. I nod, knowing he can't see me and turn when I feel a prick in my arm. I look down as my brain gets fuzzy and I see one of the white coats pulling a needle out of me.
I start feeling woozy and the white coat holds my weight. I wonder why I can't seem to fight this. I know it normally takes Dib longer to succumb to the sedatives maybe I just have no resistance?
I see my vision darken at the edges but before I pass out, I see Dib hit Torque a fire in his eyes that I have never seen before. As Torque falls, I know he will never get back up again. The white coat that knocked me out lays me on a bench and I see them load Dib in a van before my world fades out to the sound of White Noise.
An hour later still Gaz's P.O.V.
I slowly wake up to water hitting my face and I open my eyes to a grey sky, rain starting to fall. I hear my PAK whirling loudly and I don't know why my head is too cloudy. I try to remember why I am here as the fog slowly clears and I remember Zim telling me how PAK's will sometimes make noise when trying to clean out toxins from a system , I don't know why I would need it to- Dib! That's right I was stabbed with a needle and Dib was being taken!
I quickly look around to assess the situation as the rain begins picking up. I see the chalk they use for tracing bodies on the ground, and from the body size I can tell it was Torque and thankfully not Dib. No one is around which leads me to assume they left me here when they took Dib. From the straight trail of blood and tire tracks he must have been out when they took him.
"Dang it! How dare they take my brother... they will pay." I swear as I get up and feel a head rush, it is painful and I wobble slightly but before I can fall my PAK legs extend and lift me two cradle me while the other four start rushing to Zim, apparently not needing an order to return to base. Computer probably is helping since he said my PAK isn't as unconsciously controlled as Zim's is but he would fill the gap…. It is funny how helpful he can be, even though the AI is a jerk to everyone else.
I decide to close my eyes trusting the Computer to guide me safely as I try to focus on getting this fuzziness out of my head so I can help Zim destroy the jerks who took my brother.
Zim's P.O.V.
After I sent the Dib human and Gaz child away I turned back to the kitchen where Zita was putting on her gear to head out.
"Be careful will you? The mission is important but your health is more so, no unnecessary risks" I tell her as she throws on her helmet she looks like a feminized version of Aeron now only visible skin is her mouth and chin.
"Oh you worry too much, we planned this down to the last detail. I will be fine. And since Sierra is with Ms. Bitters, I don't have to worry about her. Don't worry, I promise this will go off without a hitch." She responds with a smile as she assembles her sniper rifle that I personally enhanced to ensure there are no chances of screw ups with it.
"It isn't every day I get to assassinate President Man and his shadow government compatriots... I just hope Abigale lets me have some of the fun."
I shake my head and wonder if it was a right decision to allow Agent Nessie to go on this mission with Zita, but then decide that allowing my new ally and the vengeance she craved was the best gesture of friendship I can offer at this point of time.
"Alright watch each other's backs and don't screw up report back ASAP." I tell her and she smiles and walks up and kisses my cheek before heading out.
Once she is gone I relax my posture, allowing some of my worry to show. "Today is the day Computer, it is finally here…"
"Yes it is and I am certain everything will be fine, after all you have the best family in this world at your side. How can you fail?" my computer reassures me as it opens the elevator so I can go down and begin my portion of the work.
"I know, now I must ensure that I don't fail them…"
"You won't."
I pass a floor and see Gir holding a puppet show for a very terrified mailman and I chuckle. That mailman was Gir's request since the poor guy brought him tacos on a regular basis. I plan on setting him free when this is over, but for now he can stay in Gir's questionable care.
Once down in my lab, screens start popping up everywhere: statistics that I go over, stock prices that I have been carefully controlling over the past few years, and finally the statistics and programs of my various robots.
As I immerse myself in my work, slowly withdrawing from the world around me, my mind becoming full of equations statistics and blueprints. The scientist I once was takes over and I work lightning fast as I breeze through coding, financing, and even repairs with ease. This is me, this is who I am and who I was meant to be. Building, creating, and destroying. I feel almost as good with my work as I do kissing Dib and that is a pretty amazing feeling. I smile in my work, knowing what all this is really for, yes all the new creativity is good and it is great to be in my element again after years of madness but I don't forget why I am doing this.
No longer do I work for an empire which cares nothing for me; no longer am I under the rule of two who couldn't care less. "I am Zim and Zim does what he wants, I conquer how I want to conquer, I love how I want to love, and I will rule how I want to rule: such ruling I will do." I laugh and rub my hands together when I feel a warning jolt of electricity.
"Ouch! Why do you shock Zim!" I say sounding betrayed as I rub the offended burn.
"Sir, your emotional state was becoming unstable and I did not wish the possibility of you having a breakdown and overheating. Since most of our allies are indispensable for the rest of the day there would be no one but me and Gir to help you and you know what happened last time."
"Yes I remember" I shudder, last time I overheated and passed out with only Gir to help me he took a permanent marker and drew pigs all over my face and a monocle over my left eye; the mustache was a nice touch though...
I then turn back to my work and am able to immerse myself another hour, when suddenly computer is blaring a screech
"Computer what is the meaning-"
"Sir, Gaz's PAK just sent emergency SOS signals I have now taken over and am bringing her back here. Something must have happened." The computer tells me in a panicked worried tone and I look at it strangely before reorganizing my priorities. I rush to the elevator which Computer already has open and allow it to swiftly take me to the surface level of my home, where the door opens and Gaz's PAK legs unusual six compared to the normal standard of four, enter carrying Gaz herself who seems to be struggling to stay awake, she is soaked to the bone and it is raining harshly outside.
"Computer, tell Gir to get up here and prepare soup for Gaz. Gaz what happened? Tell Zim where the Dib-Brother is?"
She opens her eyes and there is fire in them a fire of rage I haven't seen since the Tak incident, I can tell this will not be good. I gently take her from the PAK legs which retract into her back and I feel my skin begin to burn from the water seeping, through but I give no indication to Gaz of this fact as I try to comfort her and get information.
"They took him." I grow alarmed quickly as Gaz fists her hands into my uniform, trembling in what I now realize is rage and my worry intensifies.
"Who took Dib, Gaz? Where is he?"
"The Whitecoats the crazy house and he was injured they said something about 'treating' him or something but he was hurt badly. There was a gunshot. You have to save him!" She tells me as Gir runs in, so I lay her on the couch.
"Understood, Computer download coordinates for the Crazy House for Boys to my PAK and get me weapons immediately!" I say and as weapons descend from the ceiling, I begin arming myself with blasters. They will all feel death and I shall bring it to them.
"Sir, it is raining. Are you sure you should go out as you are?" The computer questions and I consider this, looking down to my already slightly wet uniform and the steam rising from my burning skin, but I know it isn't deadly.
"No time, I will survive. I don't know what they have planned for Dib and if he is as injured as Gaz said he needs help immediately. Order all our compatriots that emergency measures are in place we must assume that this is a plot of the shadow government. Tell them to start doomsday early, activate the robots, we begin the invasion now. Understand?" I tell the computer and I hate to start early, but I must react now incase this is a work of sabotage and it will be easier for me to get Dib away if they believe their world is ending.
"Yes Sir, I am recalling Ms. Bitters and Sierra to base immediately and will launch the emergency measures as soon as they arrive."
"Good." With that, I snap the last weapon in place and the coordinates finish downloading. I open my door to the pouring rain: take a deep breath: and run out into it.
Dib's P.O.V.
The first thing I notice when I begin coming to is an unbearable amount of pain. The pain radiates from my leg and a smaller point from my left arm; it makes me want to just slip back into the inky blackness of unconsciousness… No! We can't sleep something is wrong, stay awake! I know it hurts but they are talking now! The dark me says and I try to focus on the words that are being said by my captors, who I now note are carrying me on a stretcher none to smoothly, probably aggravating whatever is causing me so much pain.
"Hey, the kid might wake up soon. Should we give him another injection?" I hold myself back from moving after that, so they won't notice I already am. I hope they don't do it, I won't be able to fight it off this time with it already in my system like it is.
"Nah, look at him. Still out cold and all that blood he lost. He probably couldn't do anything if he wanted too." I breathe a sigh of relief but it doesn't last as the other guys speaks.
"Dude, he killed a kid after we injected him with sedatives and snapped his own leg to do it. You think if he really wanted to get us, he wouldn't find a way?" I inwardly shudder but it is mixed. The dark in me shudders in pleasure, while I shudder in horror.
I… I killed someone… No WE killed someone, it is perfectly okay… No it isn't, who are we to decide who can live and who can die? What have I become now other than a murderer? Hmmm, a worthy companion. What? Not the time for self-reflection, they are talking!
I focus on the outside world as instructed to catch the end of a sentence. "Lobotomy in thirty, he is too dangerous to release into the outside world."
Wait, what the-! Lobotomy! No way, they can't do that to me! In my panic, I open my eyes and try to roll away, which only serves to drop me from the stretcher and to the ground causing severe pain to rise out of my now remembered broken leg. I howl in pain and as the workers grab my shirt to pick me up, I try my best to resist, tears flowing freely from my face as I try to break free the people lift me and I can hear shouting. I elbow my attacker and they drop me. I try to catch myself but that only ends in more pain as I hear a sickening rip in my leg and I crash to the ground my face hitting it so hard I feel my glasses shatter and pieces of glass lodge into my cheek and I think I feel my nose break.
None of this concerns me as I am now trying to crawl a way, blinded by pain and fear I can't even form a coherent thought besides trying to get away.
Calm down, you're having a panic attack! Run, I have to get away! Dib! Listen to me you have to listen-
The other voice is abruptly stopped as blinding pain spreads across my back. Someone must have stomped on it. I collapse again breathing harshly as the panic tries to get me moving again.
"Please… please… don't hurt me… Zim help me, save me please…. where are you?" I beg and question, Gaz surely would have found Zim by now right? He wouldn't leave me with these people right? Right? Why isn't he here? These thoughts bring even more tears to my eyes as I sob quietly
I finally quit moving as my reality sets in, I can't see, my glasses are busted, there is blood running out from my possibly broken nose and I think there are bone fragments sticking from my leg.
This surrender isn't enough for my captors however as someone picks me up before slamming me against a wall. I try to scream but I choke on a sob instead. I am crying like a baby, now wondering why this is happening. Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this? Why was I even born? Kid don't think like that Zim will save us don't worry- It is Zim's fault we are in this situation! He doesn't care or he would have been here! Don't you see? He used us! We were nothing more than a game to him…. And now we are going to get our brain cut up because of him… You… you don't really believe that do you?
I sob again and I feel a needle being shoved in my arm and I let the despair have me. I know Zim wouldn't have wanted this to happen even, if he wanted me dead he would never have been this cruel about it. I cry as I feel the drugs rush through my system and I can't even hear the voices around me anymore and I know it from the blood loss and not the drug and that brings a small amount of pleasure to me as I know now that in my condition, they will either have to postpone the operation giving me more time to escape or Zim to find me, and on the chance they do it anyway… I might die from it.
When my captors deem me sedated enough, they release me from their hold allowing me to fall sideways to the ground. I didn't expect it but there was no way I could have stopped it, even if I had the side of my head cracks harshly on the floor and I know instantly I am going to have a concussion.
I hear voices yelling around me, if only I could make out what they were saying… but I guess it doesn't matter now. A dopey smile covers my face as I feel the pain fade.
Hey it doesn't hurt any more… hey ,other me are you okay? Hehehe... No kid no we aren't okay you have to stay awake. If you fall asleep now we really will die and we don't want that okay? Kid? You have to stay conscious; I can't keep control on my own. Zim is coming for us, okay? He will make it better we just gotta- Kid- me no!
And with those last words, I knew my end had come and my world went black.
Unknown P.O.V.
"Why did you drop him like that? If his head is damaged it will be too dangerous to operate!" I yell at Steve after he drops the kid.
"Oh come on, he is an invalid remember? After the next 20 minutes he won't give a crap about his mental state."
I balk at how callous he is and I look at the kid lying listlessly on the floor blood pouring from his face and leg, what a pitiful picture the kid makes. I reach down and pull the broken glasses off his face and notice the glass shards stuck in his skin.
"We aren't supposed to hurt patients, Steve. Look at the kid, he looks like he is going to die. Shouldn't they at least wait for his leg to be treated before operating? This can't be safe."
My coworker just rolls his eyes and kicks the kid in his bad leg and I shove him. "Stop it! Let's just deliver the kid to the room and leave him be! Quit being such a jerk." He rolls his eyes again.
"Oh come on, this boy killed the Director's kid ain't nobody going to treat him well for the rest of his life. Heh, the kid is the lucky one here... after this he won't have the brain power to know everyone hates him. Though I have been dragging this kid along these halls for years, should a locked him up forever ago, I am surprised he has any friends at all."
I shake my head and gently place the kid on the stretcher. Of course I knew what the kid did, everyone does. I personally didn't expect it, Dib has been a regular here for years always being drug in for claims of aliens and paranormal ramblings. I never thought it would escalate to murder. As we pick up the kid's stretcher, I wonder about some of the last words he said and some of the ones he is muttering now.
"Who do you think Zim is?" I ask Steve, he might know since he has worked here a lot longer than I have.
"Zim, I think that is the Alien kid Dib always is going on about screaming how he is going to expose him to the world and how he has to stop him from world domination."
I look at the kid, that is crazy, but doesn't seem to add up. "But when you restrained him it was almost asking as if he wanted Zim's help if he hated this guy so much, why ask?"
Steve shrugs which causes the stretcher to shake jostling the kid's leg making him whimper.
"Zim, please…" the kid breathes causing both me and my colleague to look at him in alarm is he waking up? Apparently not, as the kid just whimpers more before going quiet.
"See completely delusional, let's go."
I nod and we quickly take the kid to the operating room and lay him down and no sooner than we set him down the neurosurgeon walks in.
"You two are going to help me. Get him strapped down and pry those eyes open."
I pause and look at the kid but my partner doesn't and starts strapping the kid up. I start helping and he starts twitching, suddenly waking up and beginning to thrash.
"No, stop, please don't do this!" the kid begins begging so much fear in his eyes. I feel bad as I force his arm down and into the straps as he begs us to please let him go. Tears running down his bloody and bruised face. I don't know what hits me but I have the urge to comfort the kid so I start smoothing his hair back causing him to freeze.
"Hey kid, it will be okay we only want to help… I promise soon you won't feel a thing just relax." The kid seems to calm down but his unfocused golden eyes are still watery and pleading, but he is no longer thrashing and that allows my partner to finish strapping him in. I am thankful he isn't mocking us probably grateful, I am getting the kid to comply.
"Please don't let this happen… my boyfriend will be here any minute, I know he will, and he won't let you guys go if you do this…" the kid tries to reason and I can see the surgeon roll his eyes and fill a syringe probably with the stuff they use for anesthesia surprisingly he speaks to the boy but I quickly wish he hadn't.
"More of your pitiful delusions Dib, you know no one would ever love you. If this boyfriend does indeed exist he was only using you for your body and most likely wouldn't care you are gone, but take heart at least this way you can be a decent study of science on why we shouldn't do surgery on patients with concussions."
The kid has a concussion? Then there is no way it is safe to operate. I lock eyes with the horrified kid and I am certain mine mirrors his.
"Doctor, isn't it illegal to do such things to the patients?" I ask timidly and the doctor scoffs.
"To people, yes, but you want to know a little secret? This kid isn't even human. He was a failed clone of his father but since it was insane, he abandoned it! Ha even its creator didn't love it."
I look down at the kid who appears in total shock and I knew he didn't know any of this, but as pain and realization hits his eyes I can tell he believes it. I stroke his hair more, feeling very sorry for him.
I say no more, knowing I couldn't help the kid and that he was most likely going to die on this table in this room.
"I am so sorry kid." I tell him anyway and his blind eyes turn to my voice.
"Not as much as I am." The boy says and the doctor injects him and as I watch his eyes flutter closed I feel sick and I rush to go puke in one of the sinks, I hear the kid's final words.
"Zim, you didn't come for me… I guess you didn't love me…" I can't stand it this isn't how it was supposed to work. As I empty my guts into the sink I realize how screwed up this is.
That kid is injured far too much for this surgery and he has a concussion on top of that. His whole life was turned upside down in less than two sentences and knows he is going to have his personality and thoughts ripped away from him, basically ending Dib Membrane. He is going to die believing no one cares for him.
When I am done emptying my guts I wash my face and hands and turn to see the doctor tapping his foot impatiently and glaring at my show of weakness, I am glad Steve seems more sympathetic and is simply looking at me in pity.
"Uh, I am fine now I promise…" I try and walk over and I honestly think I could puke a few more hours.
"Well, if you are done being a humanist then you can hand me tools while your partner here holds the kid's head in place while I work."
The doctor says, back in business mode. And I walk to the at least sanitized tools and see two things that look like thinner smaller versions of ice picks. I knew the basics of how lobotomies went the surgeon would bring the icepick behind the eye and break a piece of the bone to quickly reach the part of the brain that needed severed… it was a quick operation one far too easily completed for the damage it is going to do.
I see the doctor pry the kid's eyes open and place a metal strip to hold them in place and demands one of the picks from me he pushes around the kid's eye and I have to look away as I hear a sickening crack and a strange squelching sound, I cringe when I hear a resounding pop probably the doctor taking the instrument out he throws it in the tray in front of my eyes and it is bloody as I hand him to another I think I hear something crash down the halls I look around and see my peers don't acknowledge it, so I ignore it and as I hear another sound of bone breaking. I don't know why this feels so wrong; the kid is a murderer for Christ's sake, I shouldn't feel bad.
As the doctor throws the second used instrument into the tray I know it is over. Dib Membrane is dead and no science of man will bring him back. I see the metal strips that held his eyes open enter the tray as well and I can't bring myself to move to look at the young life I just helped end.
"Success, the patient has been successfully treated. Good work boys, now why don't you take him to the ICU and see if they can stop the brat from bleeding to death." The doctor says, how can he be so calm about this we just effectively murdered the kid?
I look down at the kid and reach my hand to start undoing the straps when suddenly the metal doors of the operating room are torn from their hinges we all turn to see a green man being held up by what appear spider legs. I back away as I look upon the man, and I hear my peers do the same.
Before us is an alien, a real life alien and he looks very, very angry and worried. As his eyes land on the very injured and bloody kid on the table, I knew instantly we were all going to die.
Strangely fear isn't the dominant emotion right now and as the alien leaps at us crossing the room instantly cutting down the doctor slicing him into three pieces, I watch the blood cover everything. The feeling right now is regret, I know for a fact Dib's life wasn't the only one I ended today; I had just taken part in the murder of part of this alien, this creature who obviously loved the strange boy. I wonder just how many others will be affected by our cruelty.
I watch motionless as my partner Steve begs for his life, trying to flee the alien stabs him straight through the skull, I almost find it poetic I hear that is similar to how our patient had killed the director's son.
All too soon, the alien turns toward me and as the spider legs extend toward me I notice that alien himself is quite injured now that I see death coming toward me. It is strange how much I can perceive. The alien is soaked probably from the storm outside and his skin is steaming. I see the burns stretching over his skin and obvious agony in his eyes but all that is covered by a rage so thick I knew I was dying from even getting a glimpse of it.
The legs wrap around my neck and start encircling my body and before they can constrict too tightly I tell this creature my last words those of which he will not care, for nor believe, but I must say them.
"Tell the kid I am sorry. He said you were coming, we didn't believe him… but you are too late your lover is just as dead as I soon be, I am so so sorry." The creature yells in rage and denial a definitely inhuman shriek. The spider legs grip impossibly tight before moving and suddenly I feel very cold.
I don't feel my body break, I don't feel it fall to the floor, all I know is that it's over, and I am for the first time today, scared.
Zim's P.O.V.
It hurts so much. This rain how it pounds harshly against my skin. I can feel my PAK whirling over time to keep me from passing out from it. It doesn't need to I refuse to sleep now. No telling what those humans are doing to my Dib. I know it must be bad for them to have had to immobilize Gaz for it.
Thinking of the Gaz child, she is stubbornly following me her PAK legs carrying her easily. I feel mildly impressed at how fast her PAK man skills are improving so quickly. "Gaz, are you certain you can do this? There will most likely be killing involved-" She cuts me off.
"Oh please, you honestly think I don't know that? They deserve it after what they have done to Dib over the years and it isn't like this whole death thing is new to me."
She states and we both go quiet rushing through the streets neither willing to talk about that incident. It wasn't really a secret but it still wasn't a good thing to discuss for Gaz. We close in on the coordinates and I see the building and rush inside. The desk clerk looks up and lightning flashes illuminating me and Gaz, causing her to scream. I can't have her alerting the others so shoot my PAK leg out at her effectively beheading the woman. Gaz rushes past me and starts hacking the computer to find Dib.
She gasps, her hands flying to her mouth and her eyes begin to water as she starts rushing down a hallway. I follow after her quickly not even to bother pausing to execute the humans who see us those who try to stop us however, I dispatch them with haste.
"Gaz, what is it..?! Where is the Dib-brother?"
"They are going to cut his brain up! They already put him in the surgery room, they are going to kill him!" Gaz explains leading us down various hallways and the way her PAK legs are moving she isn't the one in control but the sheer trust she places in those legs, allows me to relax about it.
My thoughts turn to Dib and I feel computer upload what Gaz knows of the location into my PAK and I slip past her able to go faster. She eases to the side, allowing me through and I breeze through the halls my cardiac-spooch pounding in worry. I pray I am in time to save my lover, the dread getting even greater the closer I get to the I spot a bloody patch on the floor and stop immediately to examine it, it smells of Dib's blood and there are broken shards of glass and the frames to his glasses. How dare they! My legs react and destroy the nearest carts and anything they touch.
"Zim, go there isn't time for that!" Gaz's voice brings me back to reality and I know she is right. I take off again and I know that I am close to the room they have him in, and I knock the doors clear off their hinges not caring to watch where they fly.
I quickly survey the room and my world stops when I see Dib. He is covered in so much blood on his face coming from his leg, the tools by the table are bloody and I know I am too late.
The three humans back away in and I leap red fills my visions as I slice the first into three pieces the way his blood flies everywhere is truly beautiful I only wish I could appreciate it, I turn my eyes to the next human who is trying to beg for his life. I don't even bother to listen as I run my leg straight through his skull. I watch as his lifeless corpse slides off my PAK leg and to the ground. I turn my attention to the last human he hasn't moved only watched me with resigned and regretful eyes. This one is truly aware of the crime he has committed; I almost commend him... except I hate him for what he has done. I wrap my legs around him I am going to crush him. Yet he opens his mouth and… apologizes?
He apologizes and tells me Dib is dead. I don't believe it how can Dib be dead. He is still breathing I can see it… The thought of his death strikes me so hard, I scream and with a twist of my PAK legs, the human's body is crushed. I release it and it falls listlessly to the floor the life already drained from its repentant eyes.
I turn toward my Dib and he looks terrible and I know he needs help immediately, I begin undoing the straps holding him down. I see the burns on my skin and they are far worse than what I anticipated but I don't care if the human's putrid rain water melts me to my bones. I have to save Dib. I feel panic rise in me and I start yelling and shaking him trying to get any reaction at all.
"I have to save you… you can't die here! We have come so far please please don't die Dib… you have to wake up!"
Author's Note: Oh my God this chapter took forever to write and I still don't think it is good enough for you guys… and I must say I am sorry I know I am beating the crap out of Dib and I notice everyone does… but you just can't help it even in Canon Dib gets more crap than any other character so I just have to give it to him here… but I swear this will not stand forever just a bit more pain and Dib can finally rest in peace… NO I DON'T Mean In DEATH! You morbid weirdos….. Also we get to find out who Dib's dark side is! Yay! Wait… y'all didn't think that mean, slightly sensible, voice was Dib did you? Hehe can anyone guess if you can I will write an IZ one-shot just for you! Any pairing! Any theme! Remember check out and vote on the poll nonmembers place your vote in the review section I will still count it I don't mind if you come up with a pairing but I can list the already made options too. Let me know what y'all want.
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