"Then they overthrew their king and beheaded him in the guillotine..." Miss Bitters stated with words that oozed with darkness. "The blood of royalty filled the streets as the lower class took over the parliament in a violent coup d'etat."
Dib scribbled down notes as the teacher spoke. The margins of his notebook, a gallery of horrid images, each depicting Zim disemboweled, under scientific study. Gaz had once seen his notebook and claimed his obsession made him "weird", but Dib knew all his constant attention and focus was needed if he was ever to end Zim's threat once and for all. He was beaming with confidence; his current victory over the extra terrestrial during recess had him pumped with self-esteem. A dodge ball game today, who knew what would be next? A photo of him without his disguise tomorrow, an autopsy a week from now? Dib would stop this alien scum, he was sure of it.
He smiled adding a new entry to his collection; Zim, his belly slashed open, alien goo flowing from the wound, Dib standing next to the green fiend holding an alien organ triumphantly above his head. He glanced over to the real thing on the opposite side of the classroom. The alien had his zipper-teeth gritted, most likely out of frustration from his defeat. Dib flashed a quick smile to further vex his foe. Zim caught his rival's grin out of the corner of his eye and retaliated with a smile of his own, vengeful and shining with hate. He held up a page from his own notebook and showed Dib that he too had been working with his artistic skills. A crudely drawn doodle of Dib laying face down on the ground, an Irken flag stabbed into his back. And Zim standing proudly over the human corpse.
Zim put the paper down smiling, returning to his class work. Dib was discomforted by the picture but continued his schoolwork until the bell rang for the final time that day excusing all children from classes from another afternoon.
The air was crisp and clear, barely a cloud in the sky to speak of. The perfect setting for a perfect day Dib thought to himself as he followed his classmates out the main doors. His march of victory was interrupted by a bright green roadblock. Zim stood in the center of the entrance staircase, arms folded, smirking.
"Hello Dib." He sneered.
"What do you want Zim?" Dib frowned.
Zim looked up at the sky, its pristine blue and calming clearness was the perfect mask to the malice he had planned.
"Nice day isn't it?" He asked "Too bad you won't be seeing days like these anymore."
Dib took a step back, his eyes widening, the fear in them magnified by his glasses for Zim's pleasure.
"What are you getting at Zim?" The boy asked getting himself ready for a defensive position.
"I'm just saying that it's a nice day..." Zim answered as if it were nothing at all, but a menacing accent in his voice sent a chill down Dib's spine.
"...A nice day..." The alien pulled an object from his utility pack, "...For REVENGE!"
Dib gasped, could that be what it looked like? Zim held it up proudly as it shined in the sun, a narrow weapon with thin round edges. A gun that sparked at its tip as Zim gently tested the trigger to show Dib that it was real.
"A laser!?" Dib shouted, "Is that a LASER?!"
"Yes," Zim smiled with glee, "Like it? I whipped it up during lunch."
"Well it is impressive you could make that so quickly..." the boy said, then suddenly realized to whom he was talking to. "Nuh! You brought a laser to school?! Are you crazy?!"
"Yes," Zim stepped forward, giving Dib less room to run in. "Crazy like a cow!!"
Dib raised an eyebrow,
"Don't you mean crazy like a fox?"
Zim's eyes bugged out,
"Do not correct the mighty Zim!"
A sharp yellow beam blasted from the tip of the laser at Dib's feet. The human jumped back and retreated into the school, Zim in quick pursuit, firing his weapon laughing like a mad man.
Dib huffed heavy breath as he ran through the empty halls working an escape plan quickly through his mind. Zim was close behind firing hot beams at his head making any attempt to think difficult. He was forced to act on impulse. Fleeing as fast as he could, dodging laser fire as it whizzed past his head, Zim's laughter echoing off the surrounding brick.
Spying an empty classroom he ducked in and shoved a desk in front of the door. He hunched down behind the teachers desk hoping Zim had overlooked his detour and was still running down the halls getting further away. A sudden bang against the door told him otherwise. Zim was trying to get in and nothing seemed to veer him.
"No mere door can stop me Dib." Zim yelled slamming his body against the barricade. "Prepare for doom like the doomed earth monkey you are!"
Dib glanced around the room for something to defend himself with. He found something better, an open window. He ran for it just as Zim burst through the door. He swung one leg up onto the heater to get up to the window. Hopefully squeezing through it wouldn't give Zim an opportunity to open fire.
"Oh no you don't!" Zim exclaimed leaping into the air and landing directly in Dib's path. Shocked the human fell from the ledge onto his hindquarters with a thud. The tip of the laser was now aimed directly at his torso, Zim grinned evilly behind it, his finger twitching eagerly on the trigger. Dib gasped and crawled backwards on the cold tile floor trying to escape. He backed up into the teacher's desk and found he could go no further. Zim cackled with joy pulling the trigger, letting the bright blinding yellow beam charge out.
Dib sat up in a last second attempt to run for it, only to be pinned back by a strong blast to the chest. His body tingled momentarily then went numb. As feeling returned to his extremities he slowly lifted his hand to his chest to test his new wound. Something wasn't right; he didn't feel any pain, or any kind of wound for that matter. He warily lowered his eyes, nothing, no blood, no seared flesh, nothing.
"What kind of a weak laser was that?" He asked almost disappointed. "I mean, it didn't even burn a hole in my shirt."
Zim looked at his gun, mouth agape. He eyed his foe unharmed, lowered his arms to his sides and let out a pitiful whimper.
"I knew I should have used a plutonium core instead of that uranium one." He whined looking sadly down at his feet. "But I guess I'm just not smart enough to beat you."
Dib couldn't believe his luck; he stood up and looked at Zim with surprise. The alien actually looked like he was about to cry.
"Just go," the green one sobbed, "leave me alone to wallow in self pity."
He covered his eyes with one arm and waved Dib out of the room. Confused but taking advantage of this moment to escape, Dib jumped to his feet and darted out of the classroom without even a second thought.
Zim buried his face in his hands letting out tiny squeaks of sadness. As Dib's presents was no longer available, he spread his gloved fingers apart to peek. His eyes narrowed as his weeps transformed into a light chuckle, then a deep laughter until it was a full blast cackle heavy with villainy, madness and doom.
Dib scribbled down notes as the teacher spoke. The margins of his notebook, a gallery of horrid images, each depicting Zim disemboweled, under scientific study. Gaz had once seen his notebook and claimed his obsession made him "weird", but Dib knew all his constant attention and focus was needed if he was ever to end Zim's threat once and for all. He was beaming with confidence; his current victory over the extra terrestrial during recess had him pumped with self-esteem. A dodge ball game today, who knew what would be next? A photo of him without his disguise tomorrow, an autopsy a week from now? Dib would stop this alien scum, he was sure of it.
He smiled adding a new entry to his collection; Zim, his belly slashed open, alien goo flowing from the wound, Dib standing next to the green fiend holding an alien organ triumphantly above his head. He glanced over to the real thing on the opposite side of the classroom. The alien had his zipper-teeth gritted, most likely out of frustration from his defeat. Dib flashed a quick smile to further vex his foe. Zim caught his rival's grin out of the corner of his eye and retaliated with a smile of his own, vengeful and shining with hate. He held up a page from his own notebook and showed Dib that he too had been working with his artistic skills. A crudely drawn doodle of Dib laying face down on the ground, an Irken flag stabbed into his back. And Zim standing proudly over the human corpse.
Zim put the paper down smiling, returning to his class work. Dib was discomforted by the picture but continued his schoolwork until the bell rang for the final time that day excusing all children from classes from another afternoon.
The air was crisp and clear, barely a cloud in the sky to speak of. The perfect setting for a perfect day Dib thought to himself as he followed his classmates out the main doors. His march of victory was interrupted by a bright green roadblock. Zim stood in the center of the entrance staircase, arms folded, smirking.
"Hello Dib." He sneered.
"What do you want Zim?" Dib frowned.
Zim looked up at the sky, its pristine blue and calming clearness was the perfect mask to the malice he had planned.
"Nice day isn't it?" He asked "Too bad you won't be seeing days like these anymore."
Dib took a step back, his eyes widening, the fear in them magnified by his glasses for Zim's pleasure.
"What are you getting at Zim?" The boy asked getting himself ready for a defensive position.
"I'm just saying that it's a nice day..." Zim answered as if it were nothing at all, but a menacing accent in his voice sent a chill down Dib's spine.
"...A nice day..." The alien pulled an object from his utility pack, "...For REVENGE!"
Dib gasped, could that be what it looked like? Zim held it up proudly as it shined in the sun, a narrow weapon with thin round edges. A gun that sparked at its tip as Zim gently tested the trigger to show Dib that it was real.
"A laser!?" Dib shouted, "Is that a LASER?!"
"Yes," Zim smiled with glee, "Like it? I whipped it up during lunch."
"Well it is impressive you could make that so quickly..." the boy said, then suddenly realized to whom he was talking to. "Nuh! You brought a laser to school?! Are you crazy?!"
"Yes," Zim stepped forward, giving Dib less room to run in. "Crazy like a cow!!"
Dib raised an eyebrow,
"Don't you mean crazy like a fox?"
Zim's eyes bugged out,
"Do not correct the mighty Zim!"
A sharp yellow beam blasted from the tip of the laser at Dib's feet. The human jumped back and retreated into the school, Zim in quick pursuit, firing his weapon laughing like a mad man.
Dib huffed heavy breath as he ran through the empty halls working an escape plan quickly through his mind. Zim was close behind firing hot beams at his head making any attempt to think difficult. He was forced to act on impulse. Fleeing as fast as he could, dodging laser fire as it whizzed past his head, Zim's laughter echoing off the surrounding brick.
Spying an empty classroom he ducked in and shoved a desk in front of the door. He hunched down behind the teachers desk hoping Zim had overlooked his detour and was still running down the halls getting further away. A sudden bang against the door told him otherwise. Zim was trying to get in and nothing seemed to veer him.
"No mere door can stop me Dib." Zim yelled slamming his body against the barricade. "Prepare for doom like the doomed earth monkey you are!"
Dib glanced around the room for something to defend himself with. He found something better, an open window. He ran for it just as Zim burst through the door. He swung one leg up onto the heater to get up to the window. Hopefully squeezing through it wouldn't give Zim an opportunity to open fire.
"Oh no you don't!" Zim exclaimed leaping into the air and landing directly in Dib's path. Shocked the human fell from the ledge onto his hindquarters with a thud. The tip of the laser was now aimed directly at his torso, Zim grinned evilly behind it, his finger twitching eagerly on the trigger. Dib gasped and crawled backwards on the cold tile floor trying to escape. He backed up into the teacher's desk and found he could go no further. Zim cackled with joy pulling the trigger, letting the bright blinding yellow beam charge out.
Dib sat up in a last second attempt to run for it, only to be pinned back by a strong blast to the chest. His body tingled momentarily then went numb. As feeling returned to his extremities he slowly lifted his hand to his chest to test his new wound. Something wasn't right; he didn't feel any pain, or any kind of wound for that matter. He warily lowered his eyes, nothing, no blood, no seared flesh, nothing.
"What kind of a weak laser was that?" He asked almost disappointed. "I mean, it didn't even burn a hole in my shirt."
Zim looked at his gun, mouth agape. He eyed his foe unharmed, lowered his arms to his sides and let out a pitiful whimper.
"I knew I should have used a plutonium core instead of that uranium one." He whined looking sadly down at his feet. "But I guess I'm just not smart enough to beat you."
Dib couldn't believe his luck; he stood up and looked at Zim with surprise. The alien actually looked like he was about to cry.
"Just go," the green one sobbed, "leave me alone to wallow in self pity."
He covered his eyes with one arm and waved Dib out of the room. Confused but taking advantage of this moment to escape, Dib jumped to his feet and darted out of the classroom without even a second thought.
Zim buried his face in his hands letting out tiny squeaks of sadness. As Dib's presents was no longer available, he spread his gloved fingers apart to peek. His eyes narrowed as his weeps transformed into a light chuckle, then a deep laughter until it was a full blast cackle heavy with villainy, madness and doom.
