Woot another non expected chapter! taco taco tacos.. heh tacos... Well, back to the story
now bu bye..
If it is all the same to you I won't be coming in to work.
The voices told me to clean all the guns today.
She stepped onto the grass, letting the sweet hot summer air buffet her face. A cool
breeze whispered in her ears, sweet promises of tangy victory. Her dad's cronie drove off,
leaving her in a cloud of dust. He never made her games. Even if had wanted her to play
in the first place. He had announced it so suddenly one day, hitting her in a place she had
left open, without knowing.
That innocent morning, she and her lack-wit brother had sat at the table eating breakfast.
"Gaz!" he had said from his safe position on that stupid floating screen. "I think you
don't get out enough. Always playing that game thing. SO! I have enrolled you in your
local travel soccer league." Dib had hit the ground in a roll, trying in vain to escape the
explosion. In that first millisecond Gaz's spoon had stopped it's planned course to her
mouth. Her brain said "I did not hear that." But she had. Her rage was overwhelming as
she had wreaked doom on all around her. When she was done the kitchen's artificial
intelligence was crying. But the shattered pieces of Her dads screen turned liquid and
reassembled in to a pool of silver. Then reformed again into his screen. "Gaz you are
doing it! If you don't I will take away all games and television for a week." Gaz, who was
devastated by the idea gave in reluctantly, plotting sweet salty revenge.
She had showed up to tryouts in the soccer shorts, cleats, shin guards and shirt her father
had bought her. She knew the game. Every one who had to take Phis ed did. But she had
not realized it's deadly optional.
Now she stood in her black game shorts, her Purple shirt with one black stripe in the
center on both sides, pronounced her as a Panther. The #1 team in their division. She sat
down and pulled on the long armor of her shin guards, that only guarded the front and
often failed to guard at all. Then she pulled her long black socks that stopped right above
the tops of her shin guards and under her knees. She slid on the turf gripping, sleek black,
striped silver shoes, that were both armor and weapon, transforming her feet into missiles.
She was ready.
She shouldered her soccer bag and jogged to the side line near her coach. Dropping her
bag, she surveyed the other team. Pitiful. She joined her team silently stretching, then
running a lap around the field. They practiced a quick drill to warm up. Then lined up in a
row infront of the reff, each showing a card that pronounced who they were, and that they
were apart of the team.
Gaz was number 33. She had removed her earrings, as well as her necklace that never left
her neck. Then the captains had march out to the center of the field. The
flip of a coin had decided their fates. Left side of the field. Sun in their eyes and wind
blowing at their backs.
She was right half back. The whistle blew. the other team had the ball. Pass back. right
wing taking it up. Stolen by her left half back. The team went up as if they were one
entity. Each a part of a whole. Another pass. Shot to goal. Blocked. The crowds cheers
turning to moans, as The game took over.
The Grass blurred under her running feet. She felt her heart beating in her brain, silence
of running as music from nowhere blurred in her brain. Time passed in an odd way during
the game. Things happened so fast yet slowly as plays were made. After she would only
recall snippets and flashes of what had happened during. She stole the ball almost
effortlessly from her foes, leaping in the air to cut off an air born
ball. She was up she was down, she was every where. Her muscles ached and her breath
was ragged in her throat. Dryness cracked along her lips back into her mouth
spreading like a disease. The agony of screaming muscles that at the same time felt sweet
as she made the play anyway. Half time flew by like a twig on a river. The next half they
had a one, one tie. Years, months, days, and moments passed, and suddenly she had the
ball.
She took it up the side line faking out the demon opponents. Then a team mate was open
for the shot. She passed just as someone slide tackled her from behind. She was air born
twisting on her side, hands hitting the dirt as her head snapped forward in one violent
jerk. Her face hit the ground. The sound of parents cheering broke the pain filled barrier
of her mind. They had scored. If they could hold it for 5 minuets they would win. Gaz
stood pain arching up her leg. She didn't seem to feel it. She didn't seem to see the red
leaking into her vision covering everything in a haze of anger. The Ref had not seen it.
She got up, and ran. Never fall down when you can get up. They fell to their positions the
whistle blew, the ball flew. They played on. Suddenly the opposite team had a break
away.
Gaz recognized the girl who had tripped her, as she got the ball and took it on net. Gaz
ran twoards her. Ran like a comet burning up burning out. She caught up then like a
butterfly dancing in front of her and without touching her. She simply stole the ball. The
goal was so close
The demon had been thwarted. Revenge is best served cold. She took it back up and
passed it when she could not take it any farther. Too soon the whistle blew. The game
was over they had won.
She walked the line slapping the hands of her foes with half meant "good games" Then it
was over. She picked up her things and left. Dirty aching filthy on the out side. Inside
sweet victory sang. Then out of the corner of her squinted eyes she saw something. Zim?
It was the first day back at skool. Zim was still floating on air, feeling so giddy he hardly
knew what to do with himself. People including his teachers had stared at him. Seeing a
180 change in someone as loud, and egotistical as Zim, who always seemed angry would
scare most. He knew now Gaz was a warrior, her prowess on the soccer field had showed him how
ruthless she was. She was so gracefull, and strong. he knew she had an Invader's heart.
He once again wondered if she really was human. When that human.. stink.. filth.. GIRL
had wiped her out, Zim almost couldn't control the rage that told him to burn that girl's
entire family to ashes in revenge. He had left Gaz a present. He had worked very hard
to make it, even forgoing the new improved lazer beaver experiment for it. Oh but knowing
he could make a smile appear on her non smiling face was worth it. It would be a small
victory, a battle in war, but invaders never quit!
Dib, unlike the others, twisted Zim's change of mood into something else. He would not
see the brightens. This innocence of the non innocent Zim, who was a victim to an
emotion never before felt. Zim who was a conqueror was conquered, but he and Dib just
did not know it. Dib just saw the smile as contempt, as his hatred simmered slowly
steeping in loathing. He would wipe the smirk of the alien's nasty maw. He would drive a
stake of violence and anger into his Irken excuse for a heart. He would kill him. Then
desecrate his corpse. Today. Dib had it all planed out. It was simple too simple. Before he
had been blinded by a sense of justice and thin webs of morals, bound by invisible laws
of being a good guy. He had snapped those chains. Today would be the day that Romeo
would die.
Gaz opened her locker preparing to throw her books in then leave for lunch. But before
her glass crushing backpack was tossed in she spotted something. It was a beautiful Silver
box, with silver dragonlike creatures engraved so they looked almost 3D on it. She picked
it up. It was small enough that she could hold in one hand, but larger then her palm. She
opened it wary of what could be inside. Blue smoke emerged, transforming into a slowly
blooming, then fading rose. Inside nestled in what looked like black velvet, was a
necklace. It was a blue stone that seemed to change colors in the light, never staying blue
for long. The stone was oval shaped and fitted in a silver setting that made it the center of
a blooming rose. The stem-less flower was small, the stone no larger then an inch, but
the petals had as intricate detail as the case did. It was attached to a delicate silvery chain.
Slowly Gaz took the necklace out. It was long enough to fit over her head. She put it on,
and it instantly shrunk until it rested just below her skull pendant. The stone seemed to
shiver then set its self to white blues and greens. It was a mood stone that really measured
moods. She smiled as she knew the only one who had the technology, or who would even
want to give her such a gift. Near where the box had lay was something else. It looked
kind of like a game slave.
Only from Mars.
ear it lay a small white folded note note. Gaz picked it up and it read:
I heard you were the best gamer on earth. Care to play the best player on Irk? Come to my
house after skool.
Gaz smiled.. Several people around her burst into flames.
now bu bye..
If it is all the same to you I won't be coming in to work.
The voices told me to clean all the guns today.
She stepped onto the grass, letting the sweet hot summer air buffet her face. A cool
breeze whispered in her ears, sweet promises of tangy victory. Her dad's cronie drove off,
leaving her in a cloud of dust. He never made her games. Even if had wanted her to play
in the first place. He had announced it so suddenly one day, hitting her in a place she had
left open, without knowing.
That innocent morning, she and her lack-wit brother had sat at the table eating breakfast.
"Gaz!" he had said from his safe position on that stupid floating screen. "I think you
don't get out enough. Always playing that game thing. SO! I have enrolled you in your
local travel soccer league." Dib had hit the ground in a roll, trying in vain to escape the
explosion. In that first millisecond Gaz's spoon had stopped it's planned course to her
mouth. Her brain said "I did not hear that." But she had. Her rage was overwhelming as
she had wreaked doom on all around her. When she was done the kitchen's artificial
intelligence was crying. But the shattered pieces of Her dads screen turned liquid and
reassembled in to a pool of silver. Then reformed again into his screen. "Gaz you are
doing it! If you don't I will take away all games and television for a week." Gaz, who was
devastated by the idea gave in reluctantly, plotting sweet salty revenge.
She had showed up to tryouts in the soccer shorts, cleats, shin guards and shirt her father
had bought her. She knew the game. Every one who had to take Phis ed did. But she had
not realized it's deadly optional.
Now she stood in her black game shorts, her Purple shirt with one black stripe in the
center on both sides, pronounced her as a Panther. The #1 team in their division. She sat
down and pulled on the long armor of her shin guards, that only guarded the front and
often failed to guard at all. Then she pulled her long black socks that stopped right above
the tops of her shin guards and under her knees. She slid on the turf gripping, sleek black,
striped silver shoes, that were both armor and weapon, transforming her feet into missiles.
She was ready.
She shouldered her soccer bag and jogged to the side line near her coach. Dropping her
bag, she surveyed the other team. Pitiful. She joined her team silently stretching, then
running a lap around the field. They practiced a quick drill to warm up. Then lined up in a
row infront of the reff, each showing a card that pronounced who they were, and that they
were apart of the team.
Gaz was number 33. She had removed her earrings, as well as her necklace that never left
her neck. Then the captains had march out to the center of the field. The
flip of a coin had decided their fates. Left side of the field. Sun in their eyes and wind
blowing at their backs.
She was right half back. The whistle blew. the other team had the ball. Pass back. right
wing taking it up. Stolen by her left half back. The team went up as if they were one
entity. Each a part of a whole. Another pass. Shot to goal. Blocked. The crowds cheers
turning to moans, as The game took over.
The Grass blurred under her running feet. She felt her heart beating in her brain, silence
of running as music from nowhere blurred in her brain. Time passed in an odd way during
the game. Things happened so fast yet slowly as plays were made. After she would only
recall snippets and flashes of what had happened during. She stole the ball almost
effortlessly from her foes, leaping in the air to cut off an air born
ball. She was up she was down, she was every where. Her muscles ached and her breath
was ragged in her throat. Dryness cracked along her lips back into her mouth
spreading like a disease. The agony of screaming muscles that at the same time felt sweet
as she made the play anyway. Half time flew by like a twig on a river. The next half they
had a one, one tie. Years, months, days, and moments passed, and suddenly she had the
ball.
She took it up the side line faking out the demon opponents. Then a team mate was open
for the shot. She passed just as someone slide tackled her from behind. She was air born
twisting on her side, hands hitting the dirt as her head snapped forward in one violent
jerk. Her face hit the ground. The sound of parents cheering broke the pain filled barrier
of her mind. They had scored. If they could hold it for 5 minuets they would win. Gaz
stood pain arching up her leg. She didn't seem to feel it. She didn't seem to see the red
leaking into her vision covering everything in a haze of anger. The Ref had not seen it.
She got up, and ran. Never fall down when you can get up. They fell to their positions the
whistle blew, the ball flew. They played on. Suddenly the opposite team had a break
away.
Gaz recognized the girl who had tripped her, as she got the ball and took it on net. Gaz
ran twoards her. Ran like a comet burning up burning out. She caught up then like a
butterfly dancing in front of her and without touching her. She simply stole the ball. The
goal was so close
The demon had been thwarted. Revenge is best served cold. She took it back up and
passed it when she could not take it any farther. Too soon the whistle blew. The game
was over they had won.
She walked the line slapping the hands of her foes with half meant "good games" Then it
was over. She picked up her things and left. Dirty aching filthy on the out side. Inside
sweet victory sang. Then out of the corner of her squinted eyes she saw something. Zim?
It was the first day back at skool. Zim was still floating on air, feeling so giddy he hardly
knew what to do with himself. People including his teachers had stared at him. Seeing a
180 change in someone as loud, and egotistical as Zim, who always seemed angry would
scare most. He knew now Gaz was a warrior, her prowess on the soccer field had showed him how
ruthless she was. She was so gracefull, and strong. he knew she had an Invader's heart.
He once again wondered if she really was human. When that human.. stink.. filth.. GIRL
had wiped her out, Zim almost couldn't control the rage that told him to burn that girl's
entire family to ashes in revenge. He had left Gaz a present. He had worked very hard
to make it, even forgoing the new improved lazer beaver experiment for it. Oh but knowing
he could make a smile appear on her non smiling face was worth it. It would be a small
victory, a battle in war, but invaders never quit!
Dib, unlike the others, twisted Zim's change of mood into something else. He would not
see the brightens. This innocence of the non innocent Zim, who was a victim to an
emotion never before felt. Zim who was a conqueror was conquered, but he and Dib just
did not know it. Dib just saw the smile as contempt, as his hatred simmered slowly
steeping in loathing. He would wipe the smirk of the alien's nasty maw. He would drive a
stake of violence and anger into his Irken excuse for a heart. He would kill him. Then
desecrate his corpse. Today. Dib had it all planed out. It was simple too simple. Before he
had been blinded by a sense of justice and thin webs of morals, bound by invisible laws
of being a good guy. He had snapped those chains. Today would be the day that Romeo
would die.
Gaz opened her locker preparing to throw her books in then leave for lunch. But before
her glass crushing backpack was tossed in she spotted something. It was a beautiful Silver
box, with silver dragonlike creatures engraved so they looked almost 3D on it. She picked
it up. It was small enough that she could hold in one hand, but larger then her palm. She
opened it wary of what could be inside. Blue smoke emerged, transforming into a slowly
blooming, then fading rose. Inside nestled in what looked like black velvet, was a
necklace. It was a blue stone that seemed to change colors in the light, never staying blue
for long. The stone was oval shaped and fitted in a silver setting that made it the center of
a blooming rose. The stem-less flower was small, the stone no larger then an inch, but
the petals had as intricate detail as the case did. It was attached to a delicate silvery chain.
Slowly Gaz took the necklace out. It was long enough to fit over her head. She put it on,
and it instantly shrunk until it rested just below her skull pendant. The stone seemed to
shiver then set its self to white blues and greens. It was a mood stone that really measured
moods. She smiled as she knew the only one who had the technology, or who would even
want to give her such a gift. Near where the box had lay was something else. It looked
kind of like a game slave.
Only from Mars.
ear it lay a small white folded note note. Gaz picked it up and it read:
I heard you were the best gamer on earth. Care to play the best player on Irk? Come to my
house after skool.
Gaz smiled.. Several people around her burst into flames.