Wow, it has been awhile since I've written anything. I'm truly sorry for this but school has been getting harder and harder, and so I've been busy with that and social stuff. I'm still going to try to crank out the chapters for everything but it'll be a little harder when I'm in school, so when I dont have school I'll be able to create many a chapter.
The Reign: Chapter 4
Dib couldn't feel anything as he saw the blue orb he once called home explode before his eyes. The grenade slipped through his fingers as his knees gave way and the young boy fell to the ground.
"Well." Zim said straightening his suit. "Apparently that was more than enough to get you off my case."
"....." Dib said nothing as Zim knelt down beside his face.
"Oooohhhhh poor Dib." Zim slammed his foot against Dib's head and watched the young boy hit into the wall. "You've lost your planet for which you were so intent on protecting. Its a shame really."
"You bastard..."
"A shame they couldn't have died in a more horrible way. HAHAHAHA!"
Dib curled his fingers into a fist and flung it at Zim. The Irken Invader stepped out of the path of the punch and kicked Dib's arm against the side of the glass wall.
"You always were such an annoying little thing weren't you?" Zim pushed harder into Dib's arm, cracking the glass, along with Dib's other arm. The young boy let out a cry as he felt his other arm begin to give way under the pressure. "Too bad you can't reach your little bomb to avenge your world, eh Stinkboy?"
"I swear to God, Zim, I'm gonna..."
"Didn't you see Dib? I killed your God along with everyone else on your pathetic planet." Zim outstretched one of his spider arms on his back and cracked it against the side of Dib's head, causing Dib to fly into the glass.
"AAA!" Both Dib's arms were in pretty bad shape, both having a large amount of fractures and cuts. He could move neither.
"Don't cry though Dib. You'll be joining them sooner then you think. Although, you'll be taking the trip to hell a little less pleasantly." Zim grabbed Dib by the collar and began to drag him along the floor of the ship. Dib's head banged against nearby poles as he futiley tried to escape the alien's grasp. "Ever wonder what happens to living beings exposed to the cold of space?"
"........"
"Well it's quite unpleasant I hear. Your organs start shooting out. Your eyeballs explode. I think you implode after that I'm not sure but we'll find out in a second won't we?" Zim smacked against the side of the airlock, causing it to slide open. "Enjoy your stay."
Zim threw his enemy into the airlock and walked out, the door slamming behind him. Smoke began to stream across the bottom of the floor as Dib got to his feet.
"Oh no." Dib perused over the room, looking for any kind of exit. After a few minutes, there was apparently no way out for Dib. "Crap."
"How does it feel Dib? Knowing that your life is slowly ticking as you can do nothing." Zim looked in through the window. "Having your world dead to you in a foreign place where dog shit is treated better than you. Knowing that you'll have to live with the pieces of crap until you conquer every last one of them, but for some reason YOU CAN'T!.....Well now you know how I feel. May your race be feeling that in hell."
Zim couldn't hear the obscenties Dib yelled as he walked away from the airlock, leaving the young boy to his fate.
"Calm down Dib." Dib thought to himself. "There has to be an exit around here, there just has to be."
Before Dib could find an escape route, the outer hull slowly began to open, giving way to the bitter cold of space. Air swept out of the room and strands of Dib's skin began to break apart, giving way to streams of blood with the door sliding more and more slowly. As Dib gasped for air, pain the only emotion filling his brain, something caught his eye. A small hole flashed open, stripped apart from the vacuum slowly overtaking the room. Dib leaped for it, quickly crawled through and pushed the nearest table against the side to cover it up, the hull now fully open.
"AaaAA...." Dib tried to speak, but his injuries had been worse than he had originally thought. Before moving, Dib examined his body closly to get a better layout of his situation. His glasses were shattered beyond repair, large patches of skin were torn apart on his arms, legs, and upper torso, and apparently his windpipe was a little off balance.
Pulling off his jacket, Dib ripped it into long strands, creating a turnicot on many of his slightly bloody wounds. As he tried to bite down on one of the strands to rip it off, one of the strands took two of his teeth with it. Unable to scream in pain, Dib clenched his jaw with his hands and winced. Still in an unbelievable amount of pain, Dib looked at the ground to see a puddle of blood collecting at his feet.
"F.....F....uu...ccc..." Dib squeezed out before he passed out from blood loss.
End Chapter 4
The Reign: Chapter 4
Dib couldn't feel anything as he saw the blue orb he once called home explode before his eyes. The grenade slipped through his fingers as his knees gave way and the young boy fell to the ground.
"Well." Zim said straightening his suit. "Apparently that was more than enough to get you off my case."
"....." Dib said nothing as Zim knelt down beside his face.
"Oooohhhhh poor Dib." Zim slammed his foot against Dib's head and watched the young boy hit into the wall. "You've lost your planet for which you were so intent on protecting. Its a shame really."
"You bastard..."
"A shame they couldn't have died in a more horrible way. HAHAHAHA!"
Dib curled his fingers into a fist and flung it at Zim. The Irken Invader stepped out of the path of the punch and kicked Dib's arm against the side of the glass wall.
"You always were such an annoying little thing weren't you?" Zim pushed harder into Dib's arm, cracking the glass, along with Dib's other arm. The young boy let out a cry as he felt his other arm begin to give way under the pressure. "Too bad you can't reach your little bomb to avenge your world, eh Stinkboy?"
"I swear to God, Zim, I'm gonna..."
"Didn't you see Dib? I killed your God along with everyone else on your pathetic planet." Zim outstretched one of his spider arms on his back and cracked it against the side of Dib's head, causing Dib to fly into the glass.
"AAA!" Both Dib's arms were in pretty bad shape, both having a large amount of fractures and cuts. He could move neither.
"Don't cry though Dib. You'll be joining them sooner then you think. Although, you'll be taking the trip to hell a little less pleasantly." Zim grabbed Dib by the collar and began to drag him along the floor of the ship. Dib's head banged against nearby poles as he futiley tried to escape the alien's grasp. "Ever wonder what happens to living beings exposed to the cold of space?"
"........"
"Well it's quite unpleasant I hear. Your organs start shooting out. Your eyeballs explode. I think you implode after that I'm not sure but we'll find out in a second won't we?" Zim smacked against the side of the airlock, causing it to slide open. "Enjoy your stay."
Zim threw his enemy into the airlock and walked out, the door slamming behind him. Smoke began to stream across the bottom of the floor as Dib got to his feet.
"Oh no." Dib perused over the room, looking for any kind of exit. After a few minutes, there was apparently no way out for Dib. "Crap."
"How does it feel Dib? Knowing that your life is slowly ticking as you can do nothing." Zim looked in through the window. "Having your world dead to you in a foreign place where dog shit is treated better than you. Knowing that you'll have to live with the pieces of crap until you conquer every last one of them, but for some reason YOU CAN'T!.....Well now you know how I feel. May your race be feeling that in hell."
Zim couldn't hear the obscenties Dib yelled as he walked away from the airlock, leaving the young boy to his fate.
"Calm down Dib." Dib thought to himself. "There has to be an exit around here, there just has to be."
Before Dib could find an escape route, the outer hull slowly began to open, giving way to the bitter cold of space. Air swept out of the room and strands of Dib's skin began to break apart, giving way to streams of blood with the door sliding more and more slowly. As Dib gasped for air, pain the only emotion filling his brain, something caught his eye. A small hole flashed open, stripped apart from the vacuum slowly overtaking the room. Dib leaped for it, quickly crawled through and pushed the nearest table against the side to cover it up, the hull now fully open.
"AaaAA...." Dib tried to speak, but his injuries had been worse than he had originally thought. Before moving, Dib examined his body closly to get a better layout of his situation. His glasses were shattered beyond repair, large patches of skin were torn apart on his arms, legs, and upper torso, and apparently his windpipe was a little off balance.
Pulling off his jacket, Dib ripped it into long strands, creating a turnicot on many of his slightly bloody wounds. As he tried to bite down on one of the strands to rip it off, one of the strands took two of his teeth with it. Unable to scream in pain, Dib clenched his jaw with his hands and winced. Still in an unbelievable amount of pain, Dib looked at the ground to see a puddle of blood collecting at his feet.
"F.....F....uu...ccc..." Dib squeezed out before he passed out from blood loss.
End Chapter 4