Hello hay all you people. One thing: I don't own anything in this story! Not even
sphinxsa. (I made her, yes that dose not mean I call her my own. So kill and/or torture her
all ya want.) accept the poem. It is my only deep writing, I would like to claim. Other
than: If there were no sponges in the ocean, how much deeper would it be? Oh and by the
way, this chapter I just had to write. I don't know why. I don't know how. Must be that
voice in the back of my head, that keeps screaming at me to let the kangaroos out of their
cages....
What am I ?
Dib sat straight up in his bed, sweat poring down his face. His chest heaved. His
breathing raged and fast. His eyes took a few seconds to focus, as he jammed his glasses
on his face. Dib calmed at seeing the familiar settings of his own bedroom. He had been
dreaming again. The dreams, nightmares really, had been getting worse and clearer. It was
almost always the same. He was on a strange planet. Beautifully foreign. It seemed to be
smooth and symmetrical in all its buildings and structures design. No one was there. He
kept walking and walking for what seemed to be hours. He was all alone... at first, but
then he heard some thing, a wisper "Dib." he turned but there was nothing. There never
was. So he kept walking. It called again. "Zim." this time in a hiss he could vaguely
recall. He turned and it seemed he could see something at the edge of his vision, but still
nothing. He kept walking on. Then he began to run. It called louder now and he heard it
clearly and saw it too.
*flash* He was staring at Zim yelling..
"Zim! You alien monster!" He could feel the wet grass under his feet, and heard
Zims reply... The he was himself yelling at Dib
"Dib, You human stink beast," He saw the human who had caused him such pain.
Then he was himself? he ran on. Back in the foreign streets, of this empty planet. Where
he was himself yet also himself? His brain seemed to burn as he ran. Finally stopping at
the dead end. The dead end of mirrors fill with himself. Zim, Dib, Zim, Dib they
portrayed himself there. A strange echo filled the silence " I must study my enemy, then
become my enemy, then ware my enemies clothes, then move in with my enemy......" His
words haunted him now, as in the center mirror he saw some twisted form of himself.
Part Dib, part Zim. an odd jumble of who he was or is?
*Flash* the dream would change and he would be Dib. Standing triumphantly
over his prize. A fallen disabled defeated Zim. His scientist friends closing in behind
him. Seeing the proof that he was right all along. That..
*Flash* He was Zim. His tormentor leering over him. His hopes dashed, dreams
gone. The tranks already taking their vengeful affect, but not fast enough, no not fast
enough to miss the victory scowl that twisted his rival's gloating face, that mocked him.
He felt the hate fill his sole, as in the milliseconds of his last free moments, he swore
revenge on Dib He...
*flash* the mirrors surrounded him, and he became the twisted monster. His own
laughter swirling with Zim's, mocking him. Mocking him.
Then he would wake up. Always unsure of his real form. Always clinging to the
reality that he was Dib. Human. Safe. Home. He shivered in the darkness at the freshness
of the nights open wounds. He fumbled for the light next to his bed. Switching it on and
reached for the book that lay next to it. he needed to read to dull the pain to fade the
dream. To drown the memories.
It was a book of poems and fiction, of the sci-fi fantasy kind. he flipped it open and
read not really observing the writing or meaning that was sucked into the black hole that
was eating his heart.
The Dragons gone so long ago
The memories gone like melted snow
And even though I long to know
The Dragons gone so long ago
My love is gone long ago
My dreams have faded like melted snow
The feelings that I used to know
My love is gone long ago.
H.J.M.
He read on unfeeling. The next story was about the little boy who found aliens in
his own backyard.
I like sharp things! do you? This is the part that you would not understand with out
reading my other fic... Muahahahahahahahaha. Oh and btw did anyone know the crossover
word I used in chapter two? no? well ya should it has to do
with beavers... heh heh heh.....
sphinxsa. (I made her, yes that dose not mean I call her my own. So kill and/or torture her
all ya want.) accept the poem. It is my only deep writing, I would like to claim. Other
than: If there were no sponges in the ocean, how much deeper would it be? Oh and by the
way, this chapter I just had to write. I don't know why. I don't know how. Must be that
voice in the back of my head, that keeps screaming at me to let the kangaroos out of their
cages....
What am I ?
Dib sat straight up in his bed, sweat poring down his face. His chest heaved. His
breathing raged and fast. His eyes took a few seconds to focus, as he jammed his glasses
on his face. Dib calmed at seeing the familiar settings of his own bedroom. He had been
dreaming again. The dreams, nightmares really, had been getting worse and clearer. It was
almost always the same. He was on a strange planet. Beautifully foreign. It seemed to be
smooth and symmetrical in all its buildings and structures design. No one was there. He
kept walking and walking for what seemed to be hours. He was all alone... at first, but
then he heard some thing, a wisper "Dib." he turned but there was nothing. There never
was. So he kept walking. It called again. "Zim." this time in a hiss he could vaguely
recall. He turned and it seemed he could see something at the edge of his vision, but still
nothing. He kept walking on. Then he began to run. It called louder now and he heard it
clearly and saw it too.
*flash* He was staring at Zim yelling..
"Zim! You alien monster!" He could feel the wet grass under his feet, and heard
Zims reply... The he was himself yelling at Dib
"Dib, You human stink beast," He saw the human who had caused him such pain.
Then he was himself? he ran on. Back in the foreign streets, of this empty planet. Where
he was himself yet also himself? His brain seemed to burn as he ran. Finally stopping at
the dead end. The dead end of mirrors fill with himself. Zim, Dib, Zim, Dib they
portrayed himself there. A strange echo filled the silence " I must study my enemy, then
become my enemy, then ware my enemies clothes, then move in with my enemy......" His
words haunted him now, as in the center mirror he saw some twisted form of himself.
Part Dib, part Zim. an odd jumble of who he was or is?
*Flash* the dream would change and he would be Dib. Standing triumphantly
over his prize. A fallen disabled defeated Zim. His scientist friends closing in behind
him. Seeing the proof that he was right all along. That..
*Flash* He was Zim. His tormentor leering over him. His hopes dashed, dreams
gone. The tranks already taking their vengeful affect, but not fast enough, no not fast
enough to miss the victory scowl that twisted his rival's gloating face, that mocked him.
He felt the hate fill his sole, as in the milliseconds of his last free moments, he swore
revenge on Dib He...
*flash* the mirrors surrounded him, and he became the twisted monster. His own
laughter swirling with Zim's, mocking him. Mocking him.
Then he would wake up. Always unsure of his real form. Always clinging to the
reality that he was Dib. Human. Safe. Home. He shivered in the darkness at the freshness
of the nights open wounds. He fumbled for the light next to his bed. Switching it on and
reached for the book that lay next to it. he needed to read to dull the pain to fade the
dream. To drown the memories.
It was a book of poems and fiction, of the sci-fi fantasy kind. he flipped it open and
read not really observing the writing or meaning that was sucked into the black hole that
was eating his heart.
The Dragons gone so long ago
The memories gone like melted snow
And even though I long to know
The Dragons gone so long ago
My love is gone long ago
My dreams have faded like melted snow
The feelings that I used to know
My love is gone long ago.
H.J.M.
He read on unfeeling. The next story was about the little boy who found aliens in
his own backyard.
I like sharp things! do you? This is the part that you would not understand with out
reading my other fic... Muahahahahahahahaha. Oh and btw did anyone know the crossover
word I used in chapter two? no? well ya should it has to do
with beavers... heh heh heh.....