*waving madly* Hiya! I'm new to this thing! *dancing madly around* Whoa, i need caffiene...
O-kay, let's start this jig off right, I don't own Zim or Irken things or anything cool like that, all I own is Stek! Aww, I love my little Stek-y, I love him good... I won't post this.... crap... anymore if you don't like it, so you gotta review!
The Safest Place
"Where is the safest place in the universe?! Reveal the information, Irken child!!" roared the Irken general. In the dimly lit room of a metal floor and soft padded walls, he stood menacingly over little Stek, who was a prodigy among all Irkens. Stek was on the verge of adulthood, but still childish in appearance. The general's zipper teeth drew up, razor sharp, in a growl. The little irken soldier clutched his small irken doll he had recieved years and years ago, his large eyes blinking and stinging, not able to withstand the imminent spate of tears with his meager amount of willpower. Everything and everyone he had ever loved had been taken from him, with the exception of the tiny doll in his arms. His mind wandered to the doll. It reminded him of the only irken who had ever intimatley loved him for what and who he was, not for his gift. The intracate detail and whimzical expression reminded him of the three others who had loved him like a son. They were all gone now. Them and his favorite mother-like irken, one of the three. Them, and his one love. Them, and...
"STEK! I wish not to ask you once again. Must I induce the hideous torture of earth water?! Tell me! TELL ME!!!" Screamed General Zim. Stek glanced up, his strange yellow-orange eyes blinking away the worst of the tears. He opened his cut and bleeding mouth to speak. His voice, dry and crackling from days of torture and starvation, mumbled back to his commanding General Zim.
"S... sir... I've... t... told you... again and ag... again... that p... that place lies dead in a room..." He squeaked his last few words, letting them trail into a piteous wail. General Zim let out a howl of anger and grasped the younger Irken's antennae.
"Do not hand me that complete idiocy, Invader Stek! After all the favors I have done for you, you cannot simply aide in return?! Making you an invader, despite your height! Exposing you to the Tallests to ensure they recognized your military tactics talent! At such a young age! Barely born and already advising such perfect technique!" Zim seized him by the shoulders. "You have a gift, Stek, utelize it! Use it for the greater cause." He said, starting off loud, and ending quietly. Stek wrenched himself from Zim's grasp and dropped to the ground in a heap, glaring up at his long-time protector and general.
"You... you killed... MURDERED... everyone that cared about me!! Power corrupted you, Zim, and now you really DID conquer everyone who cared... including your old self!" Stek vented at Zim. Zim's face grew dark as he slapped Stek hard across the face, sending him careening and tumbling across the cold metal floor. The general's eyes narrowed.
"Do not refer to me as if I was just another irken, Stek, I am an Irken General." Zim growled threateningly. Stek looked up, eyes narrowed also, hissing in pain. A dark glare crossed his face, and his teeth, too, sharpened. "Now..." Zim continued, wiping his hand on his clothing and removing the thick irken blood from it, "tell me... tell me where this galactic safe-haven is, or I will discover your uselessness and waste a perfectly good brain." Zim said quietly, drawing a lazer pistol from his pocket. Blood dribbled down Stek's chin as he coughed, a black eye forming around where he had been struck. Stek could feel his body about to surrender to sheer exhaustion and pain, but he would not stand for it.
"The safest place you'll ever be..." He coughed, his blood squirting and spraying across the ground. Establishing proper breathing, he moaned and continued. "...is among the ones you love, and the ones that love you. So, you see," He sneered. "General Zim, you are and always will be one of the most vulnerable Irkens I..."
*TSEEEEWWWWWWWW*
{That's a lazer sound! Yaay, I suck!}
The irken fell limp to the ground, never to rise again.
O-kay, let's start this jig off right, I don't own Zim or Irken things or anything cool like that, all I own is Stek! Aww, I love my little Stek-y, I love him good... I won't post this.... crap... anymore if you don't like it, so you gotta review!
The Safest Place
"Where is the safest place in the universe?! Reveal the information, Irken child!!" roared the Irken general. In the dimly lit room of a metal floor and soft padded walls, he stood menacingly over little Stek, who was a prodigy among all Irkens. Stek was on the verge of adulthood, but still childish in appearance. The general's zipper teeth drew up, razor sharp, in a growl. The little irken soldier clutched his small irken doll he had recieved years and years ago, his large eyes blinking and stinging, not able to withstand the imminent spate of tears with his meager amount of willpower. Everything and everyone he had ever loved had been taken from him, with the exception of the tiny doll in his arms. His mind wandered to the doll. It reminded him of the only irken who had ever intimatley loved him for what and who he was, not for his gift. The intracate detail and whimzical expression reminded him of the three others who had loved him like a son. They were all gone now. Them and his favorite mother-like irken, one of the three. Them, and his one love. Them, and...
"STEK! I wish not to ask you once again. Must I induce the hideous torture of earth water?! Tell me! TELL ME!!!" Screamed General Zim. Stek glanced up, his strange yellow-orange eyes blinking away the worst of the tears. He opened his cut and bleeding mouth to speak. His voice, dry and crackling from days of torture and starvation, mumbled back to his commanding General Zim.
"S... sir... I've... t... told you... again and ag... again... that p... that place lies dead in a room..." He squeaked his last few words, letting them trail into a piteous wail. General Zim let out a howl of anger and grasped the younger Irken's antennae.
"Do not hand me that complete idiocy, Invader Stek! After all the favors I have done for you, you cannot simply aide in return?! Making you an invader, despite your height! Exposing you to the Tallests to ensure they recognized your military tactics talent! At such a young age! Barely born and already advising such perfect technique!" Zim seized him by the shoulders. "You have a gift, Stek, utelize it! Use it for the greater cause." He said, starting off loud, and ending quietly. Stek wrenched himself from Zim's grasp and dropped to the ground in a heap, glaring up at his long-time protector and general.
"You... you killed... MURDERED... everyone that cared about me!! Power corrupted you, Zim, and now you really DID conquer everyone who cared... including your old self!" Stek vented at Zim. Zim's face grew dark as he slapped Stek hard across the face, sending him careening and tumbling across the cold metal floor. The general's eyes narrowed.
"Do not refer to me as if I was just another irken, Stek, I am an Irken General." Zim growled threateningly. Stek looked up, eyes narrowed also, hissing in pain. A dark glare crossed his face, and his teeth, too, sharpened. "Now..." Zim continued, wiping his hand on his clothing and removing the thick irken blood from it, "tell me... tell me where this galactic safe-haven is, or I will discover your uselessness and waste a perfectly good brain." Zim said quietly, drawing a lazer pistol from his pocket. Blood dribbled down Stek's chin as he coughed, a black eye forming around where he had been struck. Stek could feel his body about to surrender to sheer exhaustion and pain, but he would not stand for it.
"The safest place you'll ever be..." He coughed, his blood squirting and spraying across the ground. Establishing proper breathing, he moaned and continued. "...is among the ones you love, and the ones that love you. So, you see," He sneered. "General Zim, you are and always will be one of the most vulnerable Irkens I..."
*TSEEEEWWWWWWWW*
{That's a lazer sound! Yaay, I suck!}
The irken fell limp to the ground, never to rise again.
