Disclaimer Blackwing , raenaffel , ivy , cae and foxfire are my own .
Invader Zim is Property of Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodean
( a.ka. : the cheap losers who dont pay him enough!!))
Please respect the no flaming policy .. i think Nny's bored tonight--
and that is never a good thing .
***
to my partner in crime ;
who taught me pain ,
and taught me passion as well .
**
"I pledge alligance , to the underword
of the divided state of all Irk , "
- zim
***
I was nearly thirteen when i was drafted . With my allies , enthralled ; my antenne standing on end , I had watched parades as rank after rank of our superiors and peers passed ; heading to be dubbed worthy by the chosen . The cheers and praising salutes of the onlookers , drowned out the footfalls of thier knee high boots and the thudding of simplier , thicker , outer-armor . How powerful they had looked!
How feared !
worshipped!
How immortal!
Nowadays , i feel cheated .
I dreamed of being one of them since i could remember .
In my mind i found myself leading an attack on a distant planet . Single-handedly , i would destroy it from the inside out . Leaving my enemy shouting in its own scarlet. But then of course , in the process , i would be wounded --most likely in the shoulder or thigh by a crazed objector .
On my return , beautiful nurses would heal me . The Tallest would place a medal above the proud racing of my Spooch ; knight me into the council ; guiding my homeworld!
And then , yes , with a ship all my own -- i would search for my memories .
Unlike the Irkens i had trained with , i had a past --however brief --
and a story with it , i held dear .
There was someone -- and i do not know why my brain had allowed me to remember her .
..Like my mother , i didnt remember where she came from and why .
As the others ; i didnt really recall that much about my childhood anymore .
My guardians told us it was a genetic flaw somehow ;
but that was hardly bieliveable , with Ivy and her Ancient fairy tales to be told .
..I hazilly recalled a young girl . Exact in age , but not of a season with me .
She was not like us at all .. her skin was the exact oppisette of mine ; Tanned and a little peachy .
..Instead of antennae , she bore two ears ; each blessed with a tiny metal ring in the lobe , and a long mane of curly hair fell over the back of her dress .
At the time , I was afraid of her .
I admit now ; but there was a sence of gentileness in her .
She looked for me .
To this day , the only thing of her i had left , was a small bangle that she once wore on her wrist.
By now it had became tarnished ; and was chipped in several places.
I told no one of the maiden , or what i had of hers .
They probably wouldnt have bielived me , based on our shared amneisa , or the fact that i had a habit of lying as result of my swelled ego .
Clutching the bangle in the palm of my glove , i turned my wide eyes on the crowd ; looking for my brother's shape to hopefully join me in the stretch of fresh teenagers.
But no .
The time finally came , and my joints buckled one after another .
Far ahead of my position ; the two brothers that were the last trace of our royalty , spoke with pride .
Their given names were secret ; deemed after the colors of their eyes by the soligers .
With a non chalant command , the first raised his stretched palm ; calling upon the first handful to be damned .
" SCOOGE ! " He called ;
" Blon , Terrin , and Dep !! "
My age-mates climbed upon the stage ; one after the other in respectful procession -- and finally i was to be next .
I WAS NEXT !
But oh , they turned away from us -- it was Late -- too late .
My head and my spooch dropped deep .
And at long last , i took off running toward them .
..Shouting my brains out .
" HOLD !!"
~*~
Invader Zim is Property of Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodean
( a.ka. : the cheap losers who dont pay him enough!!))
Please respect the no flaming policy .. i think Nny's bored tonight--
and that is never a good thing .
***
to my partner in crime ;
who taught me pain ,
and taught me passion as well .
**
"I pledge alligance , to the underword
of the divided state of all Irk , "
- zim
***
I was nearly thirteen when i was drafted . With my allies , enthralled ; my antenne standing on end , I had watched parades as rank after rank of our superiors and peers passed ; heading to be dubbed worthy by the chosen . The cheers and praising salutes of the onlookers , drowned out the footfalls of thier knee high boots and the thudding of simplier , thicker , outer-armor . How powerful they had looked!
How feared !
worshipped!
How immortal!
Nowadays , i feel cheated .
I dreamed of being one of them since i could remember .
In my mind i found myself leading an attack on a distant planet . Single-handedly , i would destroy it from the inside out . Leaving my enemy shouting in its own scarlet. But then of course , in the process , i would be wounded --most likely in the shoulder or thigh by a crazed objector .
On my return , beautiful nurses would heal me . The Tallest would place a medal above the proud racing of my Spooch ; knight me into the council ; guiding my homeworld!
And then , yes , with a ship all my own -- i would search for my memories .
Unlike the Irkens i had trained with , i had a past --however brief --
and a story with it , i held dear .
There was someone -- and i do not know why my brain had allowed me to remember her .
..Like my mother , i didnt remember where she came from and why .
As the others ; i didnt really recall that much about my childhood anymore .
My guardians told us it was a genetic flaw somehow ;
but that was hardly bieliveable , with Ivy and her Ancient fairy tales to be told .
..I hazilly recalled a young girl . Exact in age , but not of a season with me .
She was not like us at all .. her skin was the exact oppisette of mine ; Tanned and a little peachy .
..Instead of antennae , she bore two ears ; each blessed with a tiny metal ring in the lobe , and a long mane of curly hair fell over the back of her dress .
At the time , I was afraid of her .
I admit now ; but there was a sence of gentileness in her .
She looked for me .
To this day , the only thing of her i had left , was a small bangle that she once wore on her wrist.
By now it had became tarnished ; and was chipped in several places.
I told no one of the maiden , or what i had of hers .
They probably wouldnt have bielived me , based on our shared amneisa , or the fact that i had a habit of lying as result of my swelled ego .
Clutching the bangle in the palm of my glove , i turned my wide eyes on the crowd ; looking for my brother's shape to hopefully join me in the stretch of fresh teenagers.
But no .
The time finally came , and my joints buckled one after another .
Far ahead of my position ; the two brothers that were the last trace of our royalty , spoke with pride .
Their given names were secret ; deemed after the colors of their eyes by the soligers .
With a non chalant command , the first raised his stretched palm ; calling upon the first handful to be damned .
" SCOOGE ! " He called ;
" Blon , Terrin , and Dep !! "
My age-mates climbed upon the stage ; one after the other in respectful procession -- and finally i was to be next .
I WAS NEXT !
But oh , they turned away from us -- it was Late -- too late .
My head and my spooch dropped deep .
And at long last , i took off running toward them .
..Shouting my brains out .
" HOLD !!"
~*~