Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Revelation
Sar wiped more cheese slime from her face, eyes narrowed as she glared at the two cavorting droids. The "Cheese Party" celebrating the truce was being held in Zim's house, much to Gir's delight. Zim stood silently nearby, tapping the tips of his fingers together, looking cautiously up at her every few minutes. Standing near Sar was like standing near a hungry wild tiger whose cage door was left open.
"Sar! Eat some cheese!" Tass commanded, offering a trashcan-lid-sized piece of provolone to the Invader. Sar rolled her eyes, but took the cheese and ate it slowly.
"It's a good year," She commented blandly.
"Zim! Eat cheese! The piggies love cheese!" Gir giggled, offering Zim a slice of triple-cheese pizza and a stuffed pig covered in parmesan.
"No, Gir! AWAY!" Zim shouted, whacking the pizza into a wall. Sar turned to glare at him, one eye narrowed, her fists clenched.
"Why do you abuse your S.I.R. unit?" She asked in a hiss, walking a few steps closer.
"Because, he's an idiot!" Zim said, as if it was obvious.
"That's no reason to treat him like you do," Sar snarled. "Eat that pizza he offered you."
Zim gaped in anger, and stuttered, "But it's all dirty! I can't eat it now!"
"I said eat the pizza. Now."
Zim walked slowly, angrily, to the wall and scraped the pizza off it. Better to eat cheese than be slain by an assassin. He was sure now that's what Sar was. The Tallest had sent her to assassinate him. Assassinate him, Zim, the Invader of all Invaders! The pizza tasted bitter in his mouth.
Tass waltzed up to Sar and sat down beside her, consuming his 57th piece of pizza. Gir sat on Sar's other side, hugging his parmesan-covered piggie.
"I like you!" He said, latching onto Sar's head.
"...Yes, Gir. I like you too," Sar muttered, patting the retarded droid's head a few times. Gir's eyes squinched up in happiness.
"Zim never says he likes me!" Gir said sadly.
"I'm sure he does. Zim's weird," Sar said, prying Gir off of her head before he cut her circulation off.
Zim sat alone in one corner, sulking and gnawing his pizza, thoroughly irritated. Who did that upstart Sar think she was, telling him how to treat his robot? Gir was an idiot! How couldn't she understand that? He brooded in silence, eyes narrowed. He would have his revenge.
~*=*~
"So you're telling me we have to attend this 'school' to maintain out disguise?" Sar asked as Zim put his school costume on. The two Irkens were in Zim's house, in the Vood Runner bay, and Sar's runner was whirring contentedly as it fed off of Zim's power sources.
"Yes. It's an excellent place to gather information," he said, proud that he knew something Sar didn't.
"Very well," Sar said, stepping into one of her Vood Runner's engine pods. The pod made a whirring, clicking noise, and when Sar stepped out of the pod, Zim's eyes nearly popped out of his head.
She looked exactly like a human.
Somehow her skin was no longer green, and she had sprouted a thick head of white hair. Her skin was tanned and contrasted with her hair, as did her tight, black shirt and pants. She also wore black rayban shades, calf-high black boots, and black bike gloves. Somehow she now had ears and a nose, and her female Irken figure only added to the guise.
"You look... JUST LIKE THEM!!" Zim gasped.
"Yes. What did you expect me to look like?"
"I don't know..." Zim muttered sulkily.
"Let's just get this... school... over with, ok?" Sar growled irritably, stepping huffily through Zim's door and onto the sidewalk.
~*=*~
"I'm telling you, Gaz, there are two aliens here now! Two! Zim and... some... other alien!" Dib shouted, pacing around his sister as the two waited on the steps of Skool. The bell hadn't rung yet, and neither of them was too keen on entering the classroom of the dreaded Ms. Bitters before they had to.
"Dib, you're irritating me," Gaz muttered, eyes glued to her GameSlave II. "I'm on the last level and if you mess me up now, I will have to hurt you."
Dib wisely backed off, walking in a circle on the top step, eyes narrowed in concentration. "I wonder if that other alien is backup," he mused. "They won't defeat me, even if they send a hundred aliens to earth! ...well, maybe with a hundred..."
He was stopped in his musings by the sight of a tall human, a new student, walking confidently towards the school doors. She was quite attractive by his standards, and he was about to go introduce himself, when he noticed that she was walking right next to Zim! Of course, Zim had no friends... he didn't want any. She had to be the other alien! And she had to have more skill than Zim; her costume was better, and she didn't seem suspicious at all.
"You!" He hissed, running to meet them. "I know who you are!"
"...Yes? Who am I, strange child?" She asked, looking Dib up and down.
"You're an alien!"
Sar considered this a moment, then burst out laughing. "Who is this, Zim? He just called me an alien! Either he's trying to insult me, or he's very stupid."
"...he's stupid." Zim muttered. Sar was even better at acting human than he was.
"I am not stupid! You're an alien and I know it! Zim is one, too! You're both Irkens!"
Sar narrowed one eye behind her shades, then picked Dib up ruthlessly by his shirt front. "You may know, human," she hissed, her breath wafting up through Dib's nostrils, "but no one else will ever believe you. If you attempt to defeat me, I will kill you." Faster than a Cobra's strike, Sar flipped out a glistening switch blade and angled it at Dib's waist. "On flick of the wrist, and your pathetic human entrails would be lying here in a stinking pile. Don't make me kill you sooner than I have to." With that, Sar dropped Dib to the ground and stepped over him, flicking his sweat from her gloves contemptuously. She knew from experience that fear was a great motivator. Dib knew she wasn't human; she could tell he wasn't just insane. Instead of lying to him, she just made sure he knew the consequences of revealing her very, very well. Laughing to herself, she flipped the blade back into her glove.
Dib picked himself up and, shaking, faced Zim. "Who is she?" He chattered, eyes wide.
Zim considered his answer for a moment, and something in Dib's terrified face struck a chord in him. Here was someone who felt like he did and, even though they were mortal enemies, he managed to say, "Sar. Sar the Invader. She frightens me, too." And with that, he walked off, leaving Dib standing alone and frightened in a Four-Square court.