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CHAPTER FOUR
Imprisoned
"He's waking up," said some unfamiliar distant voice.
Dib could feel the warm morning sunlight shining through the bared window of the Irken palace prison. The cool morning breeze could be felt, flowing through out the prison cell. It was a very different atmosphere behind the empire's walls.
Dib blinked a couple of times trying to focus his eyes. His glasses were now scratched and cracked, but that didn't stop Dib knowing where he was. He sat up straight, he had to see Tia some how, she was due any time now. But he feared for her safety, he had no idea what Zim would do to her or what Zim had done to her. Dib hoped Gaz was okay, he knew she was strong and she could rise above most things, well so he thought. Then a horrible thought pushed itself into his mind, what if they were dead? Dib quickly shook that horrible thought out of his mind he couldn't take that.
Dib stood up and staggered over to a mouldy, old mirror that hung lop sided on the cold and damp stonewall opposite him. Every step was painful and every bone in his tired body hurt, but he forced himself over to the mirror. His reflection shone back at him, he looked a wreck. His spiky jet-black hair was now all over the place reminding him of a cactus, his main spike hung lifelessly between his eyes. The black trench coat that he wore was now nothing more than rags. His boots were scuffed and he had severe cuts and bruises he couldn't remember how he got. The last thing he could remember was his wife trying to tell him something about someone, when they had been caught by one of Zim's captains out in the desert. Dib knew he was in deep trouble and he didn't know how he was going to get everyone out of it.
How could of I have been so stupid, I should have known that it was a trap and now everyone I'd ever cared about and everything I've worked for is going down the drain and it's all because of me.
Dib clenched his hand and hit his fist against the stonewall as hard as he could, over and over continuously, punishing himself.
"Well, well, well, the famous leader of the H. U. R. has finally been caught," came a voice from behind Dib, "I'd never believed it, if not for seeing it with my own eyes."
It was one of Dib's cellmates; he was tall and very muscly, with tattoos plastered all over his arms. He had small shifty eyes and he looked like a guy you wouldn't want to come across in a dark alley.
Over the other side of the cell was an old man, very pale and skinny, it looked like he hadn't eaten in months. The old man had no hair upon his head, but what he lacked for in hair on his head, he made up for with hair all over the rest of his body.
Dib paid no attention to his two cellmates bickering and the cries of other prisoners in the prison level, he was more worried about his comrades and the two Irken soldiers approaching his cell!
TO BE CONTINUED................
Well, Dib is now in BIG trouble! *Starts to play the song trouble by shampoo on her C.D. player*. Okay don't stress Chapter five is already half done! Now Review this Chapter and in return I'll finish Chapter Five and post it up for you!
