SilverRogue: *sighs* I'm sorry this chapter took so long. If Nightshade and
Wednesday had stopped arguing over who got to help me, I wouldn't have had
to inspire myself... Well, without further ado, here's the next chapter.
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Nightshade and Wednesday: *are gagged and tied up*
Dib ran into the room, knowing that half the neighborhood had probably heard his scream, and not really caring. On the floor by the window was Gaz's GameSlave, sitting in a puddle of blood. "Zim is did this!" Dib mumbled to himself, drawing the conclusion immediately. He didn't know whether Gaz was alive or not, but he knew that she was probably down in Zim's lab. Either way, he knew he had to act fast if he ever wanted to see his sister again.
Dib grabbed the biggest Super Soaker water gun he owned and filled it to the brim with water. This time, that alien scumbag was going down. No one messed with Gaz and got away with it without a fight. He slipped a few other things into his bag, then he was on his way.
Thunder rolled in the distance as Dib ran the whole way to Zim's freakish house, somehow not getting out of breath. To his surprise, Dib found that the front door was unlocked. Not allowing himself time to worry about it, he let himself into the house and rushed down to the lab. It was eerily quiet in there.
The silence of the lab gave Dib the same feeling the silence of the fog on the walk home had given him, but worse. Thousands of times worse. Zim was in the lab somewhere, probably watching him. This very thought was racing through his head when he saw Gaz.
She was in some kind of purple tank thing, and chains were attached to her arms, legs, and neck. But that wasn't the worst of it. Gaz looked so very frail, as though if one touch might break her, and the expression on her face was one of intense torment. She was looking right in his direction, but Dib was unsure whether she could see him or not.
Something moving at the edge of his vision caught his eye, and Dib dove to the side just in time to miss Zim's flying tackle
Nightshade and Wednesday: *are gagged and tied up*
Dib ran into the room, knowing that half the neighborhood had probably heard his scream, and not really caring. On the floor by the window was Gaz's GameSlave, sitting in a puddle of blood. "Zim is did this!" Dib mumbled to himself, drawing the conclusion immediately. He didn't know whether Gaz was alive or not, but he knew that she was probably down in Zim's lab. Either way, he knew he had to act fast if he ever wanted to see his sister again.
Dib grabbed the biggest Super Soaker water gun he owned and filled it to the brim with water. This time, that alien scumbag was going down. No one messed with Gaz and got away with it without a fight. He slipped a few other things into his bag, then he was on his way.
Thunder rolled in the distance as Dib ran the whole way to Zim's freakish house, somehow not getting out of breath. To his surprise, Dib found that the front door was unlocked. Not allowing himself time to worry about it, he let himself into the house and rushed down to the lab. It was eerily quiet in there.
The silence of the lab gave Dib the same feeling the silence of the fog on the walk home had given him, but worse. Thousands of times worse. Zim was in the lab somewhere, probably watching him. This very thought was racing through his head when he saw Gaz.
She was in some kind of purple tank thing, and chains were attached to her arms, legs, and neck. But that wasn't the worst of it. Gaz looked so very frail, as though if one touch might break her, and the expression on her face was one of intense torment. She was looking right in his direction, but Dib was unsure whether she could see him or not.
Something moving at the edge of his vision caught his eye, and Dib dove to the side just in time to miss Zim's flying tackle