The Reign
Chapter 3
Zim stood atop what was left of the Washington Monument, watching as the government clean up crews disposed of the many dead bodies. Throughout the former capitol of the nation, no live person could be found who was not wearing a containment suit, or who happened to be an alien. The Irken Invader smiled to himself for a bit then pressed a button on his wrist, revealing a tiny screen.
"Computer." The screen flashed brightly and responded.
"Operational."
"Good. So far, it seems that the Glorex compound was succesful in maximum amount of casualties."
"As predicted."
"Yes, as predicted." Zim knelt down on the point of the pointed monument, rockets blazing on his backpack, keeping him from falling. "Well this was productive but there was nothing fun about it."
"Query: What is fun?"
"Fun...hmmmm...Well, its this!" Zim grabbed a small cube from his back pocket and threw it down to one of the clean up crews. As it hit the ground, thousands of tiny shards fired out of its surfaces. The glass shards didn't have enough momentum to kill the workers, but it was more than enough to tear the suits open. The workers screamed as the same effects which overtook the dead now happened to them. "HAHAHAHA!"
"Query: Fun is the killing of others?"
"Actually, yes." Zim smiled once again, jettisoning his way off the monument capitol before being seen. The rockets flames burned low for a second then burst into high gear as Zim flew higher and higher into the skies.
"Surveillance completed."
"This part anyway. Computer: Have the voot runner ready within the hour."
"Very well. Query: More surveillance?"
"Nope, more fun." Zim smiled to himself and blasted beyond the site of what was once the nation's capitol.
Meanwhile, in an weapon's shop many miles away....
"So this is all you'll be getting today?" The stout cashier asked as he put another gun on the table in front of him.
"Maybe..." The short figure said, picking up the gun and inspecting it.
"Take your time."
"....What are those on the wall?" The short figure pointed to two small circular devices, placed next to one another.
"Oh, well those would be something you won't find at your local armory." The cashier smiled and took the two devices off the wall. "These are called Pulse grenades. They have quite the 'kick' to them. Probably take out a small village, very top secret stuff. I have this cousin who got them for..."
"I didn't want to hear your life story." The figure said agitated. "Are they worth it or what?"
"Oh they're worth it all right. I'll give you a bargain, saaayyyy 300 for the two?"
"Deal. Wrap them up with the others."
"All right, lets see, the two grenades, combat knife, Ak-47, two .45s, and enough bullets to take out a small army...your total comes to 1500 plus tax."
"Here." The figure threw a credit card on the table and gathered the supplies together.
"Wait! There's a thirty day waiting period for all these."
"This says different." The figure threw a wad of hundred dollar bills on the table and walked out the door.
"Yes they most certainly do. Your a great bargainer Mr. Membrane."
Dib turned around and smiled at the weapons' cashier. "So I'm told."
After getting away from all of the police and medical workers, they tried to take Dib away to a foster home, seeing as how he no longer had any other family. After a lucky escape, Dib managed to look through the rubble of his house and found the lab that the police had missed. He took a couple credit cards and emptied out the bank account his father had left him in case of emergency. A few calls here, a few favors there, and Dib was able to find himself an crooked arms dealer who would do anything for the right amount of money. Lord only knew who that guy had sold guns to in the past.
"Christ." Dib strapped most of the weapons to his back and others in his pockets as he walked toward Zim's house. "I can't believe I have to do this."
Dib shook his head and remembered the dead bodies of his father and sister as he slammed in the clips into the bottoms of the two .45's. Pulling back on the triggers, he frightened himself realizing how commonplace this was becoming to him. Finally, reaching Zim's house, Dib hid behind the nearby fence.
"Let's see these should take out the gnomes, get me to the door. The 47 should be able to hold off the security in the house, at least long enough for me to make it to the laboratory downstairs. The knife should take out whatever else Zim has in store for me, but Zim....you Zim..." Dib placed the guns beside his head and sprung out from behind the fence. "I kill you with my bare hands."
The bullets tore through the robotic gnomes, causing them to spin in their places. 40 hours of Virtual Reality training in his dad's lab was more than enough for Dib to be prepared in case this situation ever had happened. Lunging for the door, Dib threw the .45s away, bullets gone. He kicked his way through the door, took out the 47 strapped to his back and began to fire random bursts into the oncoming arms.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALllleeerrr..." The computerized voice was drowned out by the sound of gunfire then silenced entirely as Dib's gun ran out of bullets. The young boy looked around at the many arms now riddled with bullets and smiled.
"Easier then expected. I'm coming for you Zim." Dib ran to the kitchen and slid down the trashcan entrance to the lab. Various surveillances of the house had Dib informed as to where everything in the house was, valuable information in a situation like this. Sliding down the tube, Dib finally made it to the laboratory of the Irken Invader. "ZZZIIIMM!"
"Guns." All of Dib's guns flew off his back and onto the nearest wall. Zim smiled as he snapped his fingers. "Knives."
Dib's one knife flew out of his pocket, cutting against his leg.
"AAAA!" Dib knelt down and checked the wound, nothing too serious.
"That should pretty much take care of all your weapons." Zim stepped off his chair and walked to the downed Dib. "No alien killing today."
"Up yours!" Dib clenched his hand into a fist and threw it as hard as he could at Zim's face. His fist slammed against the Irken's skin and Dib smiled. However, Dib's expression changed when he realized he had not hit the desired part of Zim's skin.
"Cute." Zim held Dib's fist in his hand and began to squeeze. Dib cried in pain as he heard many of the bones in his hand give way. "I just broke six bones in your hand, think I can make it a dozen?"
"How the hell?" Before Dib's question could be answered, Zim delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to the side of Dib's head, causing him to fly across the room.
"That....didn't...hurt.." Dib fell to the floor, half unconcious, spitting out four of his back teeth.
"How did I learn how to fight you ask? Well you see as an added bonus of the operation, I put in some self defense implants. A little ju-jitsu here, a little drunken boxing there, and I would be more than equipped to handle a scenario of this nature. Now if you would excuse me." Zim walked away from the downed Dib and went into the voot runner. Picking himself off the ground, Dib watched as Zim's voot runner began to take off.
"No....chance...ZIM!" Dib picked his body off the ground and jumped up, barely grasping the bottom of the voot runner. As it began to climb to the sky, Dib made his way to a nearby hatch and climbed his way into the ship itself. Looking out the window nearest to him, Dib noticed that the voot runner had now reached space. He marveled at the view of the earth below, only to snap himself out of it, returning to his task. He made his way to the cockpit and watched Zim work the controls, back to Dib.
"Don't move Zim. I'm taking you down."
"Heh, your very resourceful." Zim spun around in his chair. "You do realize that I'll just kill you now?"
"I'm afraid not Zim. This device will take us both out." Dib reached for one of the grenades in his pocket and lifted it to Zim's face.
"Hmmmmm, how did I miss that one?"
"SHUT UP! YOUR GOING DOWN HERE AND NOW!"
"Quite the pickle I'm in now, eh? Most assuredly nothing could get me out of this situation. Oh wait, there is one thing. COMPUTER: OPERATION DEATHSTRIKE!"
As Zim said this, Dib looked down at the earth through the window of the voot runner to see a large number of explosions and then one final catastrophic blast. The world, the planet earth, the home of over 6 billion people who dreamed, breathed and lived, was now gone. Nothing more than dust.
End Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Zim stood atop what was left of the Washington Monument, watching as the government clean up crews disposed of the many dead bodies. Throughout the former capitol of the nation, no live person could be found who was not wearing a containment suit, or who happened to be an alien. The Irken Invader smiled to himself for a bit then pressed a button on his wrist, revealing a tiny screen.
"Computer." The screen flashed brightly and responded.
"Operational."
"Good. So far, it seems that the Glorex compound was succesful in maximum amount of casualties."
"As predicted."
"Yes, as predicted." Zim knelt down on the point of the pointed monument, rockets blazing on his backpack, keeping him from falling. "Well this was productive but there was nothing fun about it."
"Query: What is fun?"
"Fun...hmmmm...Well, its this!" Zim grabbed a small cube from his back pocket and threw it down to one of the clean up crews. As it hit the ground, thousands of tiny shards fired out of its surfaces. The glass shards didn't have enough momentum to kill the workers, but it was more than enough to tear the suits open. The workers screamed as the same effects which overtook the dead now happened to them. "HAHAHAHA!"
"Query: Fun is the killing of others?"
"Actually, yes." Zim smiled once again, jettisoning his way off the monument capitol before being seen. The rockets flames burned low for a second then burst into high gear as Zim flew higher and higher into the skies.
"Surveillance completed."
"This part anyway. Computer: Have the voot runner ready within the hour."
"Very well. Query: More surveillance?"
"Nope, more fun." Zim smiled to himself and blasted beyond the site of what was once the nation's capitol.
Meanwhile, in an weapon's shop many miles away....
"So this is all you'll be getting today?" The stout cashier asked as he put another gun on the table in front of him.
"Maybe..." The short figure said, picking up the gun and inspecting it.
"Take your time."
"....What are those on the wall?" The short figure pointed to two small circular devices, placed next to one another.
"Oh, well those would be something you won't find at your local armory." The cashier smiled and took the two devices off the wall. "These are called Pulse grenades. They have quite the 'kick' to them. Probably take out a small village, very top secret stuff. I have this cousin who got them for..."
"I didn't want to hear your life story." The figure said agitated. "Are they worth it or what?"
"Oh they're worth it all right. I'll give you a bargain, saaayyyy 300 for the two?"
"Deal. Wrap them up with the others."
"All right, lets see, the two grenades, combat knife, Ak-47, two .45s, and enough bullets to take out a small army...your total comes to 1500 plus tax."
"Here." The figure threw a credit card on the table and gathered the supplies together.
"Wait! There's a thirty day waiting period for all these."
"This says different." The figure threw a wad of hundred dollar bills on the table and walked out the door.
"Yes they most certainly do. Your a great bargainer Mr. Membrane."
Dib turned around and smiled at the weapons' cashier. "So I'm told."
After getting away from all of the police and medical workers, they tried to take Dib away to a foster home, seeing as how he no longer had any other family. After a lucky escape, Dib managed to look through the rubble of his house and found the lab that the police had missed. He took a couple credit cards and emptied out the bank account his father had left him in case of emergency. A few calls here, a few favors there, and Dib was able to find himself an crooked arms dealer who would do anything for the right amount of money. Lord only knew who that guy had sold guns to in the past.
"Christ." Dib strapped most of the weapons to his back and others in his pockets as he walked toward Zim's house. "I can't believe I have to do this."
Dib shook his head and remembered the dead bodies of his father and sister as he slammed in the clips into the bottoms of the two .45's. Pulling back on the triggers, he frightened himself realizing how commonplace this was becoming to him. Finally, reaching Zim's house, Dib hid behind the nearby fence.
"Let's see these should take out the gnomes, get me to the door. The 47 should be able to hold off the security in the house, at least long enough for me to make it to the laboratory downstairs. The knife should take out whatever else Zim has in store for me, but Zim....you Zim..." Dib placed the guns beside his head and sprung out from behind the fence. "I kill you with my bare hands."
The bullets tore through the robotic gnomes, causing them to spin in their places. 40 hours of Virtual Reality training in his dad's lab was more than enough for Dib to be prepared in case this situation ever had happened. Lunging for the door, Dib threw the .45s away, bullets gone. He kicked his way through the door, took out the 47 strapped to his back and began to fire random bursts into the oncoming arms.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALllleeerrr..." The computerized voice was drowned out by the sound of gunfire then silenced entirely as Dib's gun ran out of bullets. The young boy looked around at the many arms now riddled with bullets and smiled.
"Easier then expected. I'm coming for you Zim." Dib ran to the kitchen and slid down the trashcan entrance to the lab. Various surveillances of the house had Dib informed as to where everything in the house was, valuable information in a situation like this. Sliding down the tube, Dib finally made it to the laboratory of the Irken Invader. "ZZZIIIMM!"
"Guns." All of Dib's guns flew off his back and onto the nearest wall. Zim smiled as he snapped his fingers. "Knives."
Dib's one knife flew out of his pocket, cutting against his leg.
"AAAA!" Dib knelt down and checked the wound, nothing too serious.
"That should pretty much take care of all your weapons." Zim stepped off his chair and walked to the downed Dib. "No alien killing today."
"Up yours!" Dib clenched his hand into a fist and threw it as hard as he could at Zim's face. His fist slammed against the Irken's skin and Dib smiled. However, Dib's expression changed when he realized he had not hit the desired part of Zim's skin.
"Cute." Zim held Dib's fist in his hand and began to squeeze. Dib cried in pain as he heard many of the bones in his hand give way. "I just broke six bones in your hand, think I can make it a dozen?"
"How the hell?" Before Dib's question could be answered, Zim delivered a devastating roundhouse kick to the side of Dib's head, causing him to fly across the room.
"That....didn't...hurt.." Dib fell to the floor, half unconcious, spitting out four of his back teeth.
"How did I learn how to fight you ask? Well you see as an added bonus of the operation, I put in some self defense implants. A little ju-jitsu here, a little drunken boxing there, and I would be more than equipped to handle a scenario of this nature. Now if you would excuse me." Zim walked away from the downed Dib and went into the voot runner. Picking himself off the ground, Dib watched as Zim's voot runner began to take off.
"No....chance...ZIM!" Dib picked his body off the ground and jumped up, barely grasping the bottom of the voot runner. As it began to climb to the sky, Dib made his way to a nearby hatch and climbed his way into the ship itself. Looking out the window nearest to him, Dib noticed that the voot runner had now reached space. He marveled at the view of the earth below, only to snap himself out of it, returning to his task. He made his way to the cockpit and watched Zim work the controls, back to Dib.
"Don't move Zim. I'm taking you down."
"Heh, your very resourceful." Zim spun around in his chair. "You do realize that I'll just kill you now?"
"I'm afraid not Zim. This device will take us both out." Dib reached for one of the grenades in his pocket and lifted it to Zim's face.
"Hmmmmm, how did I miss that one?"
"SHUT UP! YOUR GOING DOWN HERE AND NOW!"
"Quite the pickle I'm in now, eh? Most assuredly nothing could get me out of this situation. Oh wait, there is one thing. COMPUTER: OPERATION DEATHSTRIKE!"
As Zim said this, Dib looked down at the earth through the window of the voot runner to see a large number of explosions and then one final catastrophic blast. The world, the planet earth, the home of over 6 billion people who dreamed, breathed and lived, was now gone. Nothing more than dust.
End Chapter 3