Invaded World


Disclaimer: I do NOT own Invader Zim. So don't even think about sewing me! I have no money anyway.






CHAPTER ONE


The war goes on


It had been only five years since Zim had taken control of the planet, but a lot had changed. Small cities and towns had been knocked down. And in their place were built tall sky- scrapers, all identical to each other, going on as far as the eye could see. Forests had been chopped down and the land had been drained of what little life it had left. The earth was now a dry and barren land. The climate had increased and the poler ice caps had melted.

There were two choices of what sort of life style you were to live. One you could live behind the safety of the walls of the Irken Empire, where you would be enslaved in inhuman conditions. Your children would be taught the way of the Irkens. But you would be safe from the dangers outside the empire's walls.
Or two you could live outside the Irken walls in not much better conditions as an H. U. R. (Human Underground Resistance) who is lead by a certain foe named Dib. Who Zim made before he even started ruling the planet, back when he first arrived on earth, all so many years ago. Because the land outside the empire's walls was nothing but a desert waste land and alien creatures roaming around just looking for some human or humans to eat. People who lived outside the empire's walls were forced to live underground away from the blazing sun, days outside the walls, the temperature never came down past 40 degrees, even at night it didn't get much lower than 30 degrees. Traps had been set up on Zim's orders, just waiting for a human stupid enough to emerge from the safety of the underground community.


"Almighty Zim," grovelled one of Zim's soldiers, " there's been another attack on the left wing of the city, by those dirty H. U. R. s, what are you orders?"

"Send out troops to scout the area for any tracks, I want to know where that H. U. R. main base is. Even if it takes me the rest of my ruling days and hundreds of men, then so be it!" announced Zim standing up from his throne casting an eerie shadow across the throne room.

The throne room of the Irken palace is large with the Irken symbol plastered all over the place; it had two large thrones that were elevated on a large marble platform above the room over looking it and smaller rows of seats, which lined the walls leading down to two giant wooden double doors. The small seats were only used for when Zim held council meetings.
Two fairly large Irken bodyguards stood at each side of the white marble platform, their facial expression never changing on their little mean, green faces. Not even their antennas twitched they just stood their like some sort of short green zombies.
The throne room had a large window that looked over the empire city, which would have been a beautiful view if not for the pollution that the Irken factories spat out and all the sounds of human slaves cries of pain, hunger and sadness.
However Zim enjoyed those things it reminded him of home.


"Yes Sir!" the Irken soldier saluted then turned to the mixture of human and Irken soldiers, giving them Zim's orders.

Zim slumped back down into his throne as the soldiers left the throne room. If only his wife was here to keep him company, to sit by his side as he ruled the world with an iron fist.

"Oh yes Dib, you've gotten lucky so far, but I will find you and your little pathetic followers and when I do, I'll make sure you suffer dearly and then I'll execute you! MAAHAAHAA!"
Zim laughed to himself.

Zim didn't even notice the little pale green hand, until it gripped him on the shoulder.



TO BE CONTINUED................



Author's note: Please I would love for you to review my chapter so far. Chapter two on it's way.