Thanks for waiting. I kind of left all my work till the last minute so u can imagine how busy I was. Anyway, I am now pleased to present…..(drum roll) THE CONCLUDING CHAPTER! I hope that you all enjoy it. Once again, I repeat, I do not own any of the Invader Zim characters, for they are owned by Johnan the Great.

Chapter 3: Revenge:

After sufficiently scaring Dib, Zim took off as fast as he could and bolted out the nearest window. Once he hit the ground, he instantly got up, despite the pain in his left leg. Since it was dark outside (it's not like the brain dead people of the planet would notice anyway though), he activated his spider legs and stealthily sped down the street. If anyone had been on the streets that night, all they would have seen would be flash of green and nothing more. The only thing on his mind at that moment was getting as far away as possible from Dib and the Swollen Eyeball Society. He forced himself not to let the fear that had burst inside of him to take over, or else he might not be able to concentrate on the one thing he wanted most, getting back to the base. Every street he crossed, every alleyway he passed by, he could swear that he could hear someone following him, someone who wanted to bring him back to that horrible place.

Finally, upon arriving at his house, he threw open the door, knocking down the parent decoys. Ignoring the sparking piles of metal on the floor, he jumped over them and locked the door. Tired and scared, Zim collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily. He had survived. Although he had sounded pretty tough back in the autopsy room, he was actually more frightened than he had made Dib. His mind kept on thinking about what would have happened if he hadn't unlocked his restraints fast enough, or if Dib wasn't so forgetful. The images of his lifeless, bloody body haunted his mind.

As he was panting on the floor, Zim noticed something clutched in his right claw, the knife he had threatened Dib with. A shiver ran down his spine as it gleamed in the moonlight coming through one of the windows. Once again his mind drifted to thoughts of the knife slicing open his green skin, spewing out his blood. Quickly, he threw it into a corner, as if merely touching it had burned his hand.

"Master! You're home!" cried a familiar voice. Painfully, Zim lifted his head and his eyes met with two cyan orbs.

"GIR!" he said, immediately latching onto the small robot and embracing it. Never before in his life had been so happy to see GIR, let alone be alive to see him.

"Awww I love you too master!" replied GIR as he squeezed Zim a bit too hard.

"GIR! STOP! ACK! MY SPINE!!!! THE PAIN!!!," cried Zim. Noticing the TV clicker nearby, he grabbed it and changed it to the Scary Monkey channel. Instantaneously, GIR dropped Zim for the filthy, grunting primate on the screen. Sighing and shaking his head, Zim flushed himself down the toilet to ponder in his underground lab.

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Now that he was back in his secret lab, Zim felt a wave of relief wash over him. The computer, his usual seat, and the various experiments in progress made him feel safe and secure. Being calmer gave him a chance to think of what was important now, revenge.

He left his thoughts of being dissected to that of Gaz, and the lies she had told him. Everything she had ever told him, every smile, every laugh had been planned. To think that he believed her, even trusted her. To think he thought that someone could actually like him enough to be his friend. At this last thought, he felt a gaping hole form in his chest that began to suck the very life out of him. Of course, no one on this filthy planet could ever like him, a.. green freak! That would all change though. That would all change. When he was lord of all humans, they would bow before him and his iron fist. They would all love, adore, and most of all, fear him! No one could ever be able to hurt him, not even her!

Zim's antennas sprang up from their droopy, sad position and his eyes gleamed with the thoughts of an evil plan. She would pay for her treachery. Quickly, he pulled out a piece of paper and furiously scribbled down some calculations.

"Gaz will be sorry she ever messed with this invader!" thought Zim as his writing on the paper began to resemble stabbing motions. As Zim raised up his plans, an evil, twisted smile crossed his face. "She shall suffer!"

(back at the Membrane household)

Gaz sat on the couch, watching TV and playing her Game Slave 3 at the same time, an art that she had perfected over the years. As she had just beat the last level for the 50th consecutive time, she hopped off the couch. Reaching the kitchen, she opened the door to the refrigerator to get a soda to celebrate. As usual, Dib had drunk the last one.

"He….shall…pa.." Gaz began to say before she wuz cut off by the earth shattering explosion that had blew out one of the kitchen walls. Too shocked to finish dooming Dib, she stumbled outside to see what had caused the destruction. Her eyes met with those of Zim, perched high in the air on his mechanical spider legs. He was holding a strange looking gun and man did he look pissed.

"Um, if you're looking for Dib, he's at his stupid Pink Eye meeting or something," said Gaz slowly. She had never, ever, seen Zim look as enraged as he did now. His eyes were a bright, blood red color and he was clenching his fists so tight, it looked as if his claws would cut into his skin at any moment.

"I wasn't looking for Dib, Gaz,"replied Zim. His voice sounded like that of a demon from the very depths of hell itself. Every word he uttered sent a shiver down Gaz's spine. "In fact, I was looking for you." At these words, Zim pointed his death ray straight at her.

"Me, what the hell did I do?" cried Gaz in both desperation and anger.

"What did you do? What did you do!!!" screamed Zim, allowing the madness to consume his thoughts. All he could focus on was killing Gaz, slashing her throat, mutilating her body, and blowing her to small pieces which he would trample upon with his boots of doom! "You know perfectly well what you did Gaz. You betrayed me! Don't look so innocent. Dib told me everything at his little Swollen Eyeball Society!"

"What were you doing there?" asked Gaz, becoming extremely confused.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" said Zim in bittersweet tone. "When you agreed with Dib to feign a friendship with me, you knew what would happen to me. That's right, cut up on an autopsy table and left to look at like a filthy monkey in a zoo! Dib would have done it too if it wasn't for my irken training. I escaped Gaz, and now I've come to pay you back the favor." At these last words, Zim carefully took aim. As his claw moved for the trigger, something hit his head, hard. Forgetting about Gaz for a moment, he rubbed his bruised head and looked down at what had injured him. It was Gaz's gameslave.

"What the hell do you mean by accusing me of that shit!" The angry tone in Gaz's voice would have made even the tallest invader to run away screaming. Her chest rapidly fell up and down and her right eye became larger than the left. It was then that Zim's antenna quickly dropped as well as his courage. He knew what could happen when Gaz got pissed off. "Are you crazy! You almost killed me you outer space bastard! I hope you like nightmare worlds Zim because that's where you're going." At that, Gaz grabbed one of the spider legs and jerked Zim down, causing him to cry out. Quickly, she jumped on top of Zim and pulled back her fist, ready to punch in his head.

"Wait, Gaz, STOP!!!!" cried Zim as he defensively put up his claws. "You mean you didn't agree with Dib to befriend and betray me for a year's worth of pizza and that new gameslave?"

"Of course not!" said Gaz. "Where did you get such a screwed up idea?"

"Um…Dib back at the lab before he..um..tried to cut me up,"said Zim unsurely.

"Oh," said Gaz, lowering her fist of doom. "That makes a lot of sense I guess. Dib is pretty dumb. However," Gaz punched Zim hard in the arm, causing Zim to cry out. "That's for believing him."

"I'm sorry Gaz," said Zim, lowering his eyes to the ground. "You're right, I shouldn't have gone all psycho like that."

"Hey, I can't blame you." Gaz offered Zim her hand, which he gratefully received. Painfully he got back on his feet. "If I thought you were the reason for me almost getting killed, I would wan go medieval on your ass too."

"Really?"

"You know it Zim," replied Gaz, smiling at the nice sized bruise on Zim's arm. "Now common, let's look at the stars. You can point out to me where that exploding head planet is again."

"But, um, what about your wall?" Zim pointed at the charred remains of Gaz's kitchen.

"Oh, that," Gaz looked over at the ex-kitchen nonchalantly. "I can just blame that on Dib. He blows things up all the time with his dorky little experiments. Dad won't notice a thing anyway, with his job and all." At these last words, Zim caught a hint of sadness.

"Gaz, I…"

"Don't worry about it Zim. We're still friends, and that's better anything I could ask for, including a more loving father. Now common, I want to hear more about these demonic planets you've told me about."

And so, the two walked down the street, laughing about slaughtering rat people and what would happen if Dib was "accidentally" sent there. That night, Zim had learned the most important thing he would ever learn on Earth, the strength of a bond between two friends.

Well, what did you think? I've been told by close friends that having Gaz and Zim kill Dib would have been a better way to end it, but I like to leave things on a good note personally. Besides, I can always save that for the sequel (yes, I am thinking of making one). So, whether u liked it or not, please post your feelings. Remember, this was my first fic, so I need all the advice I can get. Thanks again!!! And also, next time u see your electrical appliances burning, remember, it was probably me, pyro-poptart!