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CHAPTER SEVEN


Betrayal


"Bring him to me," ordered Zim in a gravely voice, his throat was still a little sore from his encounter with his ex-captain.

Two Irken soldiers dragged a squirming and struggling Dib into the throne room, in a very tight grip.
They threw Dib to his hands and knees, sprawling him across the white marble floor in front of the snickering Zim. The throne room was packed with Irken, Humans and Aliens Dib had never seen before, they must be the empire council he thought, not really paying much attention to their whispers and laughter.


"Well, well, we finally meet again Dib," smiled Zim in satisfaction.

Dib staggered back to his feet, but was forced back to his knees by the soldiers, that now tied Dib's wrists together behind his back cutting off the circulation to his hands.

"Get off me you alien scum," Dib insulted the soldiers nastily and spat at them.

"Now there's no need for that," said Zim standing up from his throne, the throne room now fell silent, "and Anyway, I've got some people for you to meet."

"LIKE I CARE!" snapped Dib.

With that the soldier to the right of Dib, gave him a harsh kick in the stomach, forcing Dib to double over in pain.

Zim chuckled to himself.

"Oh Dib, I think this will matter to you more than you think," a smirk crossed over Zim's face as he said this, " Now meet my wife and my daughter you miserable stink beast."

"Hello dear, foolish brother of mine," smiled Gaz stepping out from behind the thrones with young Zaz gently supported in her embrace.

"G, G, G, G, AZ?" stuttered Dib, speechlessly, "But why? How? When?

"Well you know those 10 months I was caught by you know who," started Gaz.

"NNOO he broke you! Didn't he?" Dib butted in scrambling to his feet.

But as soon as he did, he got another boot in the side this time, sending him crashing back down to the floor. Though the pain hurt like hell and would make any man cry, it wasn't the physical pain that made Dib want to cry it was the pain of his sister betraying him. He felt so hurt, so hopeless, it felt like the whole universe was against him, like that the last remaining flame of hope had just been extinguished from existence. I've got to be strong, Dib thought to himself, can't let them see me cry, can't show any emotion. But it is so hard.

"Oh Dib, He didn't break me at all, my pitiful brother," Continued Gaz, giving a quick loving glance over to her husband, " I went with him of my own free will."

"What? WHY?" snapped Dib furious and confused.

This time the soldier to the left of Dib produced a pocket knife from his uniform and slashed it at Dib, it barely missed Dib's left eye and split his pale skin just above his eyebrow. Blood now dribbled out of the deep cut and ran down the side of his face, Dib couldn't help but whimper.

Gaz showed no emotion at the sight, but instead continued on with her story, "You see, Zim and I were together, before the war began. We knew when he took control of the planet, you would resist at all costs. So the best way to see to your downfall was if someone that you would trust with all your heart was to work from the inside and who better than your own sister. It would of taken too much time and money to send in a stranger, I know it takes a long time to earn your trust and even then it wasn't for sure that it would work."

"And the child?" asked Dib in a small voice, he was still a little shocked at his situation.

The small Irken/Human known as Zaz, had pale green skin lighter than her father's, she had two small antennas poking out from her violet human hair, that sprouted from her head and hung shoulder length. Zaz had large crimson eyes like her father and had a small nose just like her mothers. She had no visible ears.
She wore a royal Irken suit, which was basically a stripped dress with the Irken symbol neatly sewn upon it.
She looked no older than 3 and she hadn't learnt to speak yet; all she made were high pitched licking noises.

"Oh little Zaz, well you know those ten months, I was supposed to be in the prisoner of war camp. Well let's just say Zim and I had a date.
I deliberately let myself get caught, so I could report in, on my progress and after a few months Zaz popped out. Unfortunately we got wind that you were coming to rescue me and I was forced to leave Zim and Zaz behind and wait for you to come for me. So I could continue my mission, to see to your down fall," said Gaz, a now motherly smile spread across her face as she gazed down to Zaz who was innocently sleeping in her warm and secure hold.

After a few minutes of silence, Dib broke it, "How could you Gaz, I trusted you and I loved you!"

"Oh it was quite easy Dib," laughed Gaz.

"Well if your quite finished," Zim finally spoke again, he had triumphant look plastered on his face, "Bring the rest of the prisoners in."

The wooden double doors once again flew open with more soldiers dragging in two other familiar and close people to Dib. One was a man around the same age as Dib; he had mousy blonde hair that was scruffy looking and wore tattered black pants and a raggy looking over coat. He too looking badly beaten as Dib looked. The other was the red head woman; she looked around the age of 19. She wore purple flared pants and a tan tench coat, simular to Dib's. She didn't look as badly beaten. But something caught Dib's eyes, a baby rapped up tightly in a small blue blanket.

"TIA! GIG!" cried Dib.

And with all his might, Dib broke away from the soldiers grasp and made a dash for Tia and Gig. But he didn't get far, when he felt a sharp, hot pain pierce the back of his right leg, it felt like hundreds of knives stabbing continuously and as fast as the laser hit him, he fell to the icy cold marble floor in sheer pain.

"DDDDDIIIIBBBBB!" cried Tia, trying to pull away from the soldier's grip frantically.

"NO, YOU BASTARDS!" cursed Gig, he too trying to break free.

Zim nodded to the soldier that had a hold of Tia, and the soldier released Tia. She rushed over to Dib's side, her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm fine Tia," coughed Dib in shock, "Now whose this?"
Dib gestured to the tiny baby that silently slept in its mother's arms, undisturbed by the racket that was going on around it.

"Dib this is your son Tib," whispered Tia softly, pulling back the blue baby blanket, revealing the baby's face.

He had a small amount of spiky ginger hair on his head; he had pale skin like Dib and eyes like Tia.

All of a sudden the little flame of hope sparked and Dib felt a sensation of total bliss engulf him just for a moment, Tib and Tia gave him a reason to fight back, to keep on living.

"The name means hope and strength," whispered Tia, as she helped her husband to sit up.

"Dib!" snarled Zim eager to get his attention, "I've got a proposition for you. With your superior knowledge of science and the land outside the empire, I am offering you a chance of a life time, come and work for me and I'll spare your miserable life."

Dib was shocked at the offer, after all the time he and Zim had fought and all the attacks Dib had made on the empire would all go to waste and he would serve Zim. NO! No way, no how, even if it did mean giving up his own life. His death would only bring the Human race together and maybe the H. U. R would benefit from his death, at least Zim wouldn't consider them a threat and they could have a chance to regroup, become stronger and maybe even bring the empire to it's knees. It was a nice thought, but Dib needed to get back to reality.

"NO! I'll never serve you!" sneered Dib, forcing himself back to his feet with the help of one of Tia's arms that was free.

Dib felt a little dizzy now, most likely because of the blood loss. He felt the energy draining away and he was now feeling dreadfully tired.

Zim was not all too surprised with the answer he got and with that he walked to the front of the platform and cleared his throat.


"I have decided to set the date of the execution to one month from now, just until the arena is built. I will spare your child's life Dib, but as for you two," announced Zim narrowing his eyes towards Tia, then Gig, "You shall also suffer your leaders fate. Now get them out of my sight and make sure that the leader is put into solitary confinement."

Cheers filled the room as Dib and his comrades were dragged away. Dib scanned the room for the last time; he saw all the council's faces filled with hatred, evil smiles, then Dib's eyes fell upon his sister. To his surprise she did not have a smile upon her face but an unreadable expression was formed on her face. Could it be that she was having second thoughts? But before Dib could study her face any more, he was jerked out of sight and towards his new cell underneath Zim's palace.

The arena that Zim spoke of was still under construction off to the right of the palace. It resembled something like the Colosseum that use to stand in Rome, Italy. Only, the arena was raised high above the ground, up past the pollution for maximum light. It was made out of an Irken type of metal it was very strong and hardy. On ground level you would enter a common room where a huge elevator would take you high above the world to the seating area for the public and in the private elevator, made for Zim and his family it took you to Zim's private viewing room, which also had white marble flooring. Zim had taken a liking to the rock that humans called marble, he had never seen such a beautiful rock back on Irk. On the far end of the arena was a huge monitor that would bring all the action up for those sitting at the back. The arena's sole purpose was where all prisoners would be taken for their public execution. They would be hunted down in the arena like animals, by big, fully equipped robots that were programmed to track a certain species. All for the pleasure of Zim. Dib was going to be the first to be tracked down and killed by the robots, or would he?


Will Dib die? I know!!!! *sticks out her tongue at everybody*
I know!! And the only way you will find out is if you stay tuned in and review my story!