Disclaimer: I'm going to be normal today: I don't own Invader Zim!! (Scary I said it normally!!)

Author's note: This is the final chapter please take the time and review this masterpiece of mine. Please keep this in mind that this is my first story, k?





CHAPTER TEN



The Great Escape

(And a new
Look for Dib!)


"This can not be!!" said Zim frustrated, "Gaz is not half Irken, how can Dib be?"

"Now calm down Zimmy dearest, there might be a bug in the scanner," Gaz said in a quivering voice.

"Er... Almighty Gaz, I've already tested it out and there's nothing wrong with it, everything is fully operational," said the cowering scientist.

"Okay...... Then what are we going to do?" inquired Gaz nervously.

"We EXECUTE him anyway, that's what!" Zim smirked arming himself with a proton blaster and slipping something else into his back pocket.

The whispers of the spectators echoed within the stadium. Zim appeared on the hunt level area and strolled towards the collapsed and exhausted Dib that lay motionless on the graverly flooring.

"It seems that we have a slight problem, since my hunter robot can only track and destroy full breed humans," said Zim infuriated.

The motionless body stirred at this comment.

"What are you getting at Zim?" breathed Dib, looking up at his rival with pure hatred.

"AAAaahhh, I see you have not been informed," beamed Zim obnoxiously.

Zim produce the object that he had placed in his pocket earlier on and aimed it at Dib's chest. Dibs eyes widened and he instinctively attempted to scamper out of the remote like objects range, but being as badly injured as he was, he was unable to move as agile as he once could. Something jolted through Dib's sluggish body, forcing him to black out for a few minutes.

When Dib regained consciousness, he gradually opened his sore eyes, disappointed to find himself still in the arena. What made Dib even more disheartened was Zim's eerie shadow looming over him. Dib seemed to block out the gasps of the onlookers, he concentrated on focusing his weary eyes on Zim's expression that was a mix between a grin and disgusted frown.

"What are you so happy about Zim?" snarled Dib, "Going to kill me now?"

Zim's facial expression did not change, all Zim did is hand Dib a pocket mirror, that belonged to Gaz.

"AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHhhhh," one mournful cry was let out, for all to hear.

Dib's reflection wasn't what he expected (Nothing like he expected). Dib now had pale green skin, even a weaker pale green than Zaz. He had two long black antennas jutting out of the top of his head, through his thick spiky hair, which was thankfully still there. But what horrified Dib the most was the fact that his eyes were much larger and had no visible pupil. Dib would of found this interesting if not that he hated the Irkens.

"W w what kind of cruel and unusual ALIEN scum trick is this?" Dib finally managed to cough out, narrowing his great big blue Irken eyes straight at Zim.

"It's not a trick Dib," smiled Zim wickedly, "I have to admit I was flabbergasted, when I found this. It is a quirk of fate that you are what you hate the most, isn't this just irony. The solid hollow-gram did its job it covered you superbly."

"I don't believe it," sighed Dib stunned.

"Will you join me?" asked Zim.

"NO!! NEVER!! This doesn't change a thing," hollered Dib outraged that Zim even thought for a second he would give in to him.

Zim's grin soon transformed into a scowl. He reached for his proton blaster.

"You shall die!!!!" screeched Zim fuming.

"NNNNNOOOOO!!!!!!!" squealed a child's voice.

"What on IRK are you doing Zaz?!" bellowed Zim angrily.

Zaz had managed to escape from the viewing room and find a way into the hunting arena.

To Zim's embarrassment and anger, his daughter positioned herself between Dib and the blaster.

"Zaz was that your first word?" cried Gaz as she sprinted into the hunting arena, "Come here dear."
Dib lay upon the graverly floor and observed in amazement of Zaz's actions. He knew Zaz was trying to give him enough time to make a break for the exit, but with his leg as bad as it was, he didn't think he could make it.
But why was Zaz doing this? A thought crossed Dib's mind, he knew Zaz was half Irken too, did that make a difference? Dib was awoken out of his thoughts by the cries of the little half-breed, being forced back to the viewing room, followed by Gaz. But not before Dib's sister stopped and picked up something that her offspring had dropped.

This was Dib's chance no one was paying any attention to him, it was now or never. He yanked himself to something that resembled a standing position and made a break for it.

"GET HIM!!" Dib heard Zim order his soldiers; he had been noticed by Zim's keen eye.

He had gotten roughly half way to salvation, when laser beams were being fired and the ground all around him was being blasted to pieces. That would be him if he were to make one false move. The aims were getting better; Dib could feel the beams heat as they came soaring past his face and blowing up the ground from underneath him, just about shaking him off balance. (But not quite enough to cause him to fall.)

Dib was about three feet from safety. So thinking fast he leaped for the exit, landing safely onto all fours, away from the dangerous blasts of the weapons being fired from the arena.

After catching his breath quickly, Dib headed for the waiting chambers. Where Tia, Gig and his son were held. He had to hurry; it wouldn't take long for Zim to realize where he was headed.
Peering around the stone corner, Dib could see that the waiting chambers were unguarded and swiftly rushed down the dark stone tunnel. Snatching the keys off the hook on the wall, Dib staggered over to where Tia and Gig were to free them.

"DIB!!" cried Tia overjoyed to see her beloved Dib? "Dib what happened to you?"

Gig gapped at the new Dib in silence.

"No time... to explain, we've got to get... out of here," puffed Dib exhaustedly, "We have to get to the elevators before Zim does."

Dib took the shocked Tia and Gig by their arms and led them blindly through the long winding corridors of Zim's arena. They finally made it to the elevators, but Zim had bet them to it, blocking the only exit, or was it the only exit?

"What are we going to do, they have blocked our escape?" whispered Tia fearfully, as the H. U. R. trio took cover out of sight.

"Hey what about that?" Gig spoke in a hushed voice, gesturing over to the waste shoot that led down and out side to the dumpster.

Dib's large eye's lit up at the sight of new hope over the other side of the corridor in plain sight. The shoot would be a tight squeeze but it was a way out.

"Good idea," agreed Dib.

Creeping slowly over to the waste shoot, the trio kept a sharp look out of troops, this place was crawling with them.
Tia was the first to disappear into the musty darkness of the shoot, and then Gig, at last it was Dib's turn. When the faint calls of Zim's troops could be heard as Dib slipped away into the depths of the shoot, he had been spotted but not quick enough.

Dib went sliding down further and further into the depths of the shoot, it reminded him of that tunnel that he had seen in a near death experience, he had in the time he had spent in solitary confinement. Dib relaxed just a bit as the light at the end of the tunnel grew closer and closer. He came tumbling out the exit of the shoot into the huge dumpster, filled with things you'd rather not know about.

Gasping for fresh air or as fresh air as you could get now, Dib heaved himself out from the ghastly stench of the dumpster and joined his comrades. They had found a huge iron door in the alleyway that led outside to the desert, to safety, but it was locked tight.

"This is not going to work," wailed Dib, "We will have to find another way out."

"NOT SO FAST!!" came an only too familiar voice from behind the frantic prisoners.

"Gaz!" scowled Dib, twirling around to face his sibling.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way," said Gaz, lifting her proton blaster that she grasped tightly in her hands.


"I am too," sighed Dib in defeat and closed his eyes and prepared to die, by his own sister's hands.

The sound of the blaster could be heard echoing throughout the alleyway, sometime after the shot.

"Gaz? Are you okay?" Zim cried, as he approached his loyal wife.

As one single bead of water slid down her face she nodded and turned back to the exit that was now smoking from the proton blast, she could just make out three figures in the distance, disappearing over the horizon of the desert sand dune.

"They got away," Gaz whispered softly.

"I know. I was so close. No matter, there will be a next time," sighed Zim irritated.

Out in the scorching afternoon sun of the desert waste- land, Dib, Tia, Gig and the newest member to the H. U. R. treaded tiresomely over the sand dunes towards the second H. U. R. base, over to the northwest of the Irken Empire. It wasn't too far now.

After this horrible ordeal, Dib was no closer to freeing the human race, he was badly hurt and on top of all that he found out that he is half Irken. Dib wasn't sure of anything anymore, the only things he was sure of was the loyalty of his wife and comrades and the war that still goes on...

THE END!


OOOOOoo I smell a sequel!!! (not worry it's not for sometime!!)

Author's note: This maybe the last chapter, but I have finished a short story about Ms Bitters called: The teacher from hell! And I only have to type up my story about Gir called: A day with Gir. But it doesn't stop there; I've got lots more ideas for fics. :)
There is MORE to come............ YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF ME!!!