My soul burns, and I shed the first real tears I have shed since Sept 11. Cause it just one
more value they tear down, one more dream they cast aside. I have called Zim My best
obsession ever. But it was and IS so much more. Once Zim is gone, I will NEVER
NEVER EVER Turn on that channel again. I wipe my hands clean of the filth that is nick.
I will finish what I have started. But it seems my inspiration is gone. I feel dead inside,
and nothing will bring me back. So As I take my leave of what I once loved I can only
shed what tears I have left and walk a new road. Fight the power of would be gods! This
is to all those who love the weekly doom, big foot and the beltsander, piggies, and game
slaves.
Irken Invaders forever!
-Invader Dark Signing off.
Mia would have gone pale, but she already was. She grabbed Mike by his sleeve, and
turned to run. He gave out a startled yelp, and dropped the toy he was fingering. Then he
saw the white coats, and turned and ran with Mia. Mia dropped his sleeve, and pushed
through the crowd. The Scientists had spotted them and began pushing their way after
them. Mia ran as if the dogs of hell were chasing her. In some ways they were. If she was
caught she would die. A sacrifice to human science. Mike ran not far behind. He tipped
over a nearby fruit stall in their path, and kept running. He herd the sound of Mia's frantic
breathing mixed with the sound of tazers activating. The electric devices that paralyzed
you and brought you down in numb pain. The overcast sky did what it had threatened to
do. It began to rain. They ran on ducking in and out of alleys, people, and cars.
Finally Mike could not take any more. He did not know why they wanted Mia so badly
but he knew they would not touch him. He was only human. So he turned around
suddenly and faced the onrushing scientists. The rain poured down and thunder flashed
across the sky. He grabbed a bottle off the sidewalk, and broke off the end. With this
weapon he faced the advancing men. He screamed
"Run Sis! Run!"
Mia Ran on. The people blurring, the rain biting, and stinging, franticly almost on all
fours she scrambled away. Mikes words spurring her on. She ran like an animal caught in
a trap, and thought her mind screamed turn around and fight, as she heard Mike scream in
pain, she ran on. Finally soaked and burned she stopped in an alley and crawled into an
abandoned card bored box whimpering. Her mind was screaming at how foolish she was.
She knew the doctors were still after her and she had been to cocky careless. Mike had
paid for it.
"why? why did I get this life? Who were my parents that they hunt me? Why did they
leave me? Why couldn't I be normal." She sniffed and pulled a soggy Grr from her
backpack. She hugged him tight and whimpered. She felt cold, wet, burnt, and above all
alone. horribly, horridly alone. And why? How did she come to be?
14 years earlier....
Zim sat in 9 period math drooling. He had believed miss bitters the most boring teacher in
the universe but High Skool math took the cake. He watched the clock out of the corner
of his mind as his teacher droned on and on about points and lines.
'Five, Four, Three, Two, Two and a half, one, And FREEDOM!! Muah hah
hahhahaahahahhaa" The last part he said out loud as the bell rang, and he leapt out of his
desk snatched his book, and raced out the door. He fairly raced throughout the halls and
to his locker. Over the years he had learned so much of human culture it was no longer an
effort to blend in. This fact nagged at his superior brain, but he pushed it aside. He
grabbed his books from his locker, which decided not to jam for once, and sighed a happy
sigh.
Over the years he started to receive less and less equipment from home. One of the first
things to go was food. He had to survive on human sustenance. He shuddered whenever
he though about it. Due to the fact that he no longer had the vitamins needed to provide
balance for his system he had grown rapidly for an Irken. To a human he appeared to have
a normal teen growth rate. Another effect was he had grown weak and sluggish. Dib had
nearly beaten him into a pulp for a weak.
Then he had found the one thing humans did right. Coffee. The blend of caffeine in such
an addictive drink provided an instant change. The first time he had it, he was bouncing
off the walls like Gir. Slowly his body had adjusted, and he now was just perked up by it.
He had fixed his disguise. His hair was short spiky and had a white streak through it. The
skin condition excuse still worked. His dress like invader uniform was replaced by a
baggy sleeveless red shirt, his pants with black jeans. His boots and gloves remained the
same. He opened his top locker to be met with
a spray of water to his face. He herd the sound of laughter nearby. As he wiped the water
of his face he turned dripping to face Dib.
"You know that might have been funny in 5 grade, and even in 6th, but I think you should
learn a few new tricks dork." He resisted his basic urge to punch Dib in his ugly pale
maw. He wondered how the heck he had not obliterated Dib before. He did as he did
every day, swore to have Dib dead by sunrise.
"I don't think the humor has faded a bit Ziiiiimmm. It will be funnier the day you forget"
Zim prepared to aim one well placed kick then stopped as a teacher passed by.
"Oh don't worry Dib I have something much funnier in store for you tonight." Actual Zim
currently had no plan, but he would think of something he always did. He left Dib to
worry about that one and slammed his top locker. Before Dib could get another word in
Zim raced off to the snack machines. If he got there before the rush he could get the
sweeeet sweeet sugary goodness, and shave a few minuets off his walk home.
What does this last part have to do with anything? you will see..
more value they tear down, one more dream they cast aside. I have called Zim My best
obsession ever. But it was and IS so much more. Once Zim is gone, I will NEVER
NEVER EVER Turn on that channel again. I wipe my hands clean of the filth that is nick.
I will finish what I have started. But it seems my inspiration is gone. I feel dead inside,
and nothing will bring me back. So As I take my leave of what I once loved I can only
shed what tears I have left and walk a new road. Fight the power of would be gods! This
is to all those who love the weekly doom, big foot and the beltsander, piggies, and game
slaves.
Irken Invaders forever!
-Invader Dark Signing off.
Mia would have gone pale, but she already was. She grabbed Mike by his sleeve, and
turned to run. He gave out a startled yelp, and dropped the toy he was fingering. Then he
saw the white coats, and turned and ran with Mia. Mia dropped his sleeve, and pushed
through the crowd. The Scientists had spotted them and began pushing their way after
them. Mia ran as if the dogs of hell were chasing her. In some ways they were. If she was
caught she would die. A sacrifice to human science. Mike ran not far behind. He tipped
over a nearby fruit stall in their path, and kept running. He herd the sound of Mia's frantic
breathing mixed with the sound of tazers activating. The electric devices that paralyzed
you and brought you down in numb pain. The overcast sky did what it had threatened to
do. It began to rain. They ran on ducking in and out of alleys, people, and cars.
Finally Mike could not take any more. He did not know why they wanted Mia so badly
but he knew they would not touch him. He was only human. So he turned around
suddenly and faced the onrushing scientists. The rain poured down and thunder flashed
across the sky. He grabbed a bottle off the sidewalk, and broke off the end. With this
weapon he faced the advancing men. He screamed
"Run Sis! Run!"
Mia Ran on. The people blurring, the rain biting, and stinging, franticly almost on all
fours she scrambled away. Mikes words spurring her on. She ran like an animal caught in
a trap, and thought her mind screamed turn around and fight, as she heard Mike scream in
pain, she ran on. Finally soaked and burned she stopped in an alley and crawled into an
abandoned card bored box whimpering. Her mind was screaming at how foolish she was.
She knew the doctors were still after her and she had been to cocky careless. Mike had
paid for it.
"why? why did I get this life? Who were my parents that they hunt me? Why did they
leave me? Why couldn't I be normal." She sniffed and pulled a soggy Grr from her
backpack. She hugged him tight and whimpered. She felt cold, wet, burnt, and above all
alone. horribly, horridly alone. And why? How did she come to be?
14 years earlier....
Zim sat in 9 period math drooling. He had believed miss bitters the most boring teacher in
the universe but High Skool math took the cake. He watched the clock out of the corner
of his mind as his teacher droned on and on about points and lines.
'Five, Four, Three, Two, Two and a half, one, And FREEDOM!! Muah hah
hahhahaahahahhaa" The last part he said out loud as the bell rang, and he leapt out of his
desk snatched his book, and raced out the door. He fairly raced throughout the halls and
to his locker. Over the years he had learned so much of human culture it was no longer an
effort to blend in. This fact nagged at his superior brain, but he pushed it aside. He
grabbed his books from his locker, which decided not to jam for once, and sighed a happy
sigh.
Over the years he started to receive less and less equipment from home. One of the first
things to go was food. He had to survive on human sustenance. He shuddered whenever
he though about it. Due to the fact that he no longer had the vitamins needed to provide
balance for his system he had grown rapidly for an Irken. To a human he appeared to have
a normal teen growth rate. Another effect was he had grown weak and sluggish. Dib had
nearly beaten him into a pulp for a weak.
Then he had found the one thing humans did right. Coffee. The blend of caffeine in such
an addictive drink provided an instant change. The first time he had it, he was bouncing
off the walls like Gir. Slowly his body had adjusted, and he now was just perked up by it.
He had fixed his disguise. His hair was short spiky and had a white streak through it. The
skin condition excuse still worked. His dress like invader uniform was replaced by a
baggy sleeveless red shirt, his pants with black jeans. His boots and gloves remained the
same. He opened his top locker to be met with
a spray of water to his face. He herd the sound of laughter nearby. As he wiped the water
of his face he turned dripping to face Dib.
"You know that might have been funny in 5 grade, and even in 6th, but I think you should
learn a few new tricks dork." He resisted his basic urge to punch Dib in his ugly pale
maw. He wondered how the heck he had not obliterated Dib before. He did as he did
every day, swore to have Dib dead by sunrise.
"I don't think the humor has faded a bit Ziiiiimmm. It will be funnier the day you forget"
Zim prepared to aim one well placed kick then stopped as a teacher passed by.
"Oh don't worry Dib I have something much funnier in store for you tonight." Actual Zim
currently had no plan, but he would think of something he always did. He left Dib to
worry about that one and slammed his top locker. Before Dib could get another word in
Zim raced off to the snack machines. If he got there before the rush he could get the
sweeeet sweeet sugary goodness, and shave a few minuets off his walk home.
What does this last part have to do with anything? you will see..