I'm feeling in a dark mood, so here we go. If you haven't read this story, please look over the previous chapters. IS GOOD! Also, read my other stuff, I'm planning on updating everything real soon, WITH A VENGEANCE. Enjoy the dark.
The Reign
Chapter 5
"And so a page turns in the life of Zim." The invader looked out the window of his ship, into the infiniteness of space. The dark, cold sterility of it now matched his own heart. Zim smiled. "Earth is a memory. My enemy crushed. The Irken empire mine. There's nothing I can't have."
"Query." The computer rang out, Zim turning to it.
"What is it computer?"
"With subject Zim's dreams fulfilled, what is left?"
Zim paused for a moment and scratched his chin. He then placed his hand on the window for a second, took it off and clenched it into a fist.
"Everything. The universe is now mine to do with as I wish. I have no more obstacles. No more hinderances to what I am doing. It's quite thrilling actually."
"Observation: I do not compute."
"You're a machine of course you don't. Now leave me to my thoughts and keep piloting the ship."
"Affirmative." The red light of the computer turned off and Zim returned to his gazing into space.
"It's all mine." Zim smiled and then laughed maniacally as the ship continued its course.
"Dib." The voice rang out, echoing off walls that did not exist. Coming from a source that had no form. Dib stood alone in the dark area of the recesses of his mind. "It's time to get up."
Dib sat down and smiled.
"Nothing exists for me anymore. There's no reason for me to get up." A tear rolled down Dib's cheek, he removed his glasses and wiped it away with his sleeve. "Everything's.....gone."
"Now honey, that's no attitude for you."
"......." Dib kept pouting, sitting still.
"It's time to get up."
"What did I just say? EARTH IS GONE!" Dib stood up and began yelling, his blood boiling. "THAT SON OF A BITCH STOLE IT FROM ME! I HAVE NOTHING LEFT!"
"That's your perception of things, but what did I used to tell you?"
Dib froze.
"What did I used to tell you baby?"
"That you would always be there for me." More tears began rolling down his cheek. Dib didn't bother wiping them away and stood silently, almost leaving the tears on his face as if they were a badge of courage.
"Yes, and I have been."
"LIAR!" Dib began shouting once again, clenching his fists. "YOU LEFT ME! LEFT THE FAMILY! YOU....left me."
"Only on the outside." The voice spoke. "You know darn well that I've been with you this whole time. Now you pick yourself up off the ground and be strong for me baby. You need to be strong for me."
"I....I...I will."
"There's my baby. I'll always be with you." The voice spoke this much softer than everything else it had said and then vanished completely from Dib's mind.
"NO! WAIT!" Dib useless tried to run at something which wasn't there in his mind. "MMOOOOTHER!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Dib cried out as he awoke from his near death experience. Panting and gasping for a few brief seconds, he looked down at the puddle of blood surrounding him and noticed the large amount of scars that were all over his person. He looked down at the turnicot made from his ripped jacket and realized it had saved him from dying of blood loss. He tried to move his arms to no avail, both of them being fractured in the fight with Zim.
"Not...*cough*...good." Dib desperately dragged himself onto his feet, his vision still a little blurry, his glasses broken and bent beyond repair. He had trouble breathing, his windpipe partly damaged and fingered a number of the scars caused by the vacuum. Dib knew that he was in no shape to even approach Zim, not to mention kill him.
He examined the room closely to see if there was anything there that may help him. Apparently he had jumped into Zim's biological lab, which had a number of subjects and chemicals in tubes and jars all over. He got discouraged when he looked at a number of strange items and found that they could do nothing to help him. Just as he was about to roll back down and die, Dib noticed a large bunch of strands inside a glass case in the corner of the room.
"What the..." Dib limped over to it and read the description underneath the subject, written in both Irken and Human text. "Sloppy handwriting Zim. Can't decipher much of it. Something about nanotech is all I can come up with."
Dib taped the glass with one of his good legs. Unfortunately, he taped it a little too hard, causing a hairline crack to appear on the glass.
"Useless...*cough*" Dib slumped to the ground and laid down, awaiting death. "I'm sorry everyone, I can't fight anymore."
Just as Dib said this, he began hearing cracking from the glass. His gaze met the glass case and he watched as the glass shattered apart. He could barely mouth a scream as the contents of the case overwhelmed him.
"Landing procedure activated." The computer stated as it landed on the terrain of Irk. "Travel Time: One human week."
"Hmmm." Zim muttered. "Guess my tinkering around with the Voot Runner's engines were well worth it. Got here in record time. Computer."
The red light on the computer lit up, showing the computer was now active and ready to take orders from the self appointed ruler of the Irken empire.
"Make my garments ready and make the empire known of my arrival."
"Affirmative." The computer got to work, mechanical hands placing a cape, a strange crown, and various royal vestments on the tiny invader.
"Perfect. Truly worthy of my visage." Zim looked down and admired his garments. He then walked to the door of the ship to his right and pushed a button to open it. "Now to receive my royal....WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"
"This?" Purple said, standing behind thousands of armed Irken guards, mechanical robots, fighter ships and thousands of gun turrets. "This is your welcome traitor."
"DON'T MOVE!" One of the guards shouted, pointing his gun at Zim, a red beam aimed right at his head.
"You really are stupid aren't you Tallest?" Zim said smiling and shaking his head.
"You're the only stupid creature here Zim. You were the joke of the empire when you were...sane. Merely a jester used to get us a laugh. Now that you've killed one of your rulers," Purple said, frustrated at the death of Red. "your punishment will be indescribable. You'll be tortured for years before your offered release. CAPTURE HIM THEN BEAT HIM TO WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFE!"
The guards all began to rush the tiny Irken, Zim still smiling to himself.
"Automated System Override 3," Zim yelled out, confusing the guards and Purple. "Code Flying Death. INITIATE!"
As Zim finished the sentence, all the mechanical robots, gun turrets, and battle ships began aiming at the guards and Purple.
"WHAT? WHAT IS THIS?" Purple yelled out in a state of fear and confusion.
"This oh all mighty tallest," Zim said walking easily past all the guards, thousands of red beams covering all of them. "Is called an overthrow of power. It is where I, the power hungry former invader, takes all of the technology on Irk and bends it to his own will with his newly developed programs and software."
"This....this can't be happening." Purple said as he looked down at the tiny invader standing in front of him.
"You didn't let me finish." Zim snapped his fingers, causing one of the ships to fire a large blast at Purple, ripping through the tall Irkens' arm, causing it to fall to the ground.
"AAAAA!" Purple cried out in pain, holding the place where his arm once was."
"Anyway, I am taking over the empire as I had previously stated. You tried to stop me, therefore you and half of these guards will be made example of." Zim once again snapped his fingers causing the ships and turrets to rip through half the guards and rip Purple's suit apart.
"No...No..." Purple cried out as he looked down at his small form, much smaller than even Zim's.
"Figured as much, you and your partner were never really tall. You were just in suits that made you seem that way. Pathetic at best."
"Please...Can't end like this."
"Yes that's it." Zim said as he placed his foot on Purple's head and began to push down. "Die as you lived, a pathetic nothing who grasped for what he could never have. You make me sick."
Zim then pressed down as hard as he could, causing Purples head to snap and collapse underneath the pressure. Purple was barely able to let out a cry before his grey matter crashed through his skull and onto the ground. Zim smiled wickedly as he looked down at his foot covered in blood and what remained of Purple's form.
"Now that that's finished." Zim said, looking down at what was left of the guards, all the machines behind him, guns at the ready. "Who do you serve?"
All the remaining guards kneeled down before their new leader. Zim cackled maniacally as he had finally grasped his dream. He was now emperor of Irk and could do with it as he wished. He could only wait to burn his image into the cosmos. Whether they were around or not when he had finished was no longer of consequence. Zim had everything and nothing would stop him.
Back in the landed ship, something stirred. It arose off the cold ground. Metal and bone, sinew and wires, chips and blood, electrons and neutrons firing beneath a newly restored body. The form began jumping around the room, testing itself. It ran with great speed from side to side and made a large dent in the hull of the ship with its fist. The form had black hair reaching its shoulder's, a newly repaired face with no more scars or injuries to note. It no longer had need of any glasses, and had a new silver jacket that reached it's feet. It walked out of the lab slowly, moving its fingers in anticipation and grinding on his teeth in anger. He had waiting long enough, his time was now.
"All right Zim." Dib said in his newly formed body, thousands of microscopic chips scampering all over his form. "Round 2."
End Chapter 5
The Reign
Chapter 5
"And so a page turns in the life of Zim." The invader looked out the window of his ship, into the infiniteness of space. The dark, cold sterility of it now matched his own heart. Zim smiled. "Earth is a memory. My enemy crushed. The Irken empire mine. There's nothing I can't have."
"Query." The computer rang out, Zim turning to it.
"What is it computer?"
"With subject Zim's dreams fulfilled, what is left?"
Zim paused for a moment and scratched his chin. He then placed his hand on the window for a second, took it off and clenched it into a fist.
"Everything. The universe is now mine to do with as I wish. I have no more obstacles. No more hinderances to what I am doing. It's quite thrilling actually."
"Observation: I do not compute."
"You're a machine of course you don't. Now leave me to my thoughts and keep piloting the ship."
"Affirmative." The red light of the computer turned off and Zim returned to his gazing into space.
"It's all mine." Zim smiled and then laughed maniacally as the ship continued its course.
"Dib." The voice rang out, echoing off walls that did not exist. Coming from a source that had no form. Dib stood alone in the dark area of the recesses of his mind. "It's time to get up."
Dib sat down and smiled.
"Nothing exists for me anymore. There's no reason for me to get up." A tear rolled down Dib's cheek, he removed his glasses and wiped it away with his sleeve. "Everything's.....gone."
"Now honey, that's no attitude for you."
"......." Dib kept pouting, sitting still.
"It's time to get up."
"What did I just say? EARTH IS GONE!" Dib stood up and began yelling, his blood boiling. "THAT SON OF A BITCH STOLE IT FROM ME! I HAVE NOTHING LEFT!"
"That's your perception of things, but what did I used to tell you?"
Dib froze.
"What did I used to tell you baby?"
"That you would always be there for me." More tears began rolling down his cheek. Dib didn't bother wiping them away and stood silently, almost leaving the tears on his face as if they were a badge of courage.
"Yes, and I have been."
"LIAR!" Dib began shouting once again, clenching his fists. "YOU LEFT ME! LEFT THE FAMILY! YOU....left me."
"Only on the outside." The voice spoke. "You know darn well that I've been with you this whole time. Now you pick yourself up off the ground and be strong for me baby. You need to be strong for me."
"I....I...I will."
"There's my baby. I'll always be with you." The voice spoke this much softer than everything else it had said and then vanished completely from Dib's mind.
"NO! WAIT!" Dib useless tried to run at something which wasn't there in his mind. "MMOOOOTHER!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Dib cried out as he awoke from his near death experience. Panting and gasping for a few brief seconds, he looked down at the puddle of blood surrounding him and noticed the large amount of scars that were all over his person. He looked down at the turnicot made from his ripped jacket and realized it had saved him from dying of blood loss. He tried to move his arms to no avail, both of them being fractured in the fight with Zim.
"Not...*cough*...good." Dib desperately dragged himself onto his feet, his vision still a little blurry, his glasses broken and bent beyond repair. He had trouble breathing, his windpipe partly damaged and fingered a number of the scars caused by the vacuum. Dib knew that he was in no shape to even approach Zim, not to mention kill him.
He examined the room closely to see if there was anything there that may help him. Apparently he had jumped into Zim's biological lab, which had a number of subjects and chemicals in tubes and jars all over. He got discouraged when he looked at a number of strange items and found that they could do nothing to help him. Just as he was about to roll back down and die, Dib noticed a large bunch of strands inside a glass case in the corner of the room.
"What the..." Dib limped over to it and read the description underneath the subject, written in both Irken and Human text. "Sloppy handwriting Zim. Can't decipher much of it. Something about nanotech is all I can come up with."
Dib taped the glass with one of his good legs. Unfortunately, he taped it a little too hard, causing a hairline crack to appear on the glass.
"Useless...*cough*" Dib slumped to the ground and laid down, awaiting death. "I'm sorry everyone, I can't fight anymore."
Just as Dib said this, he began hearing cracking from the glass. His gaze met the glass case and he watched as the glass shattered apart. He could barely mouth a scream as the contents of the case overwhelmed him.
"Landing procedure activated." The computer stated as it landed on the terrain of Irk. "Travel Time: One human week."
"Hmmm." Zim muttered. "Guess my tinkering around with the Voot Runner's engines were well worth it. Got here in record time. Computer."
The red light on the computer lit up, showing the computer was now active and ready to take orders from the self appointed ruler of the Irken empire.
"Make my garments ready and make the empire known of my arrival."
"Affirmative." The computer got to work, mechanical hands placing a cape, a strange crown, and various royal vestments on the tiny invader.
"Perfect. Truly worthy of my visage." Zim looked down and admired his garments. He then walked to the door of the ship to his right and pushed a button to open it. "Now to receive my royal....WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?"
"This?" Purple said, standing behind thousands of armed Irken guards, mechanical robots, fighter ships and thousands of gun turrets. "This is your welcome traitor."
"DON'T MOVE!" One of the guards shouted, pointing his gun at Zim, a red beam aimed right at his head.
"You really are stupid aren't you Tallest?" Zim said smiling and shaking his head.
"You're the only stupid creature here Zim. You were the joke of the empire when you were...sane. Merely a jester used to get us a laugh. Now that you've killed one of your rulers," Purple said, frustrated at the death of Red. "your punishment will be indescribable. You'll be tortured for years before your offered release. CAPTURE HIM THEN BEAT HIM TO WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFE!"
The guards all began to rush the tiny Irken, Zim still smiling to himself.
"Automated System Override 3," Zim yelled out, confusing the guards and Purple. "Code Flying Death. INITIATE!"
As Zim finished the sentence, all the mechanical robots, gun turrets, and battle ships began aiming at the guards and Purple.
"WHAT? WHAT IS THIS?" Purple yelled out in a state of fear and confusion.
"This oh all mighty tallest," Zim said walking easily past all the guards, thousands of red beams covering all of them. "Is called an overthrow of power. It is where I, the power hungry former invader, takes all of the technology on Irk and bends it to his own will with his newly developed programs and software."
"This....this can't be happening." Purple said as he looked down at the tiny invader standing in front of him.
"You didn't let me finish." Zim snapped his fingers, causing one of the ships to fire a large blast at Purple, ripping through the tall Irkens' arm, causing it to fall to the ground.
"AAAAA!" Purple cried out in pain, holding the place where his arm once was."
"Anyway, I am taking over the empire as I had previously stated. You tried to stop me, therefore you and half of these guards will be made example of." Zim once again snapped his fingers causing the ships and turrets to rip through half the guards and rip Purple's suit apart.
"No...No..." Purple cried out as he looked down at his small form, much smaller than even Zim's.
"Figured as much, you and your partner were never really tall. You were just in suits that made you seem that way. Pathetic at best."
"Please...Can't end like this."
"Yes that's it." Zim said as he placed his foot on Purple's head and began to push down. "Die as you lived, a pathetic nothing who grasped for what he could never have. You make me sick."
Zim then pressed down as hard as he could, causing Purples head to snap and collapse underneath the pressure. Purple was barely able to let out a cry before his grey matter crashed through his skull and onto the ground. Zim smiled wickedly as he looked down at his foot covered in blood and what remained of Purple's form.
"Now that that's finished." Zim said, looking down at what was left of the guards, all the machines behind him, guns at the ready. "Who do you serve?"
All the remaining guards kneeled down before their new leader. Zim cackled maniacally as he had finally grasped his dream. He was now emperor of Irk and could do with it as he wished. He could only wait to burn his image into the cosmos. Whether they were around or not when he had finished was no longer of consequence. Zim had everything and nothing would stop him.
Back in the landed ship, something stirred. It arose off the cold ground. Metal and bone, sinew and wires, chips and blood, electrons and neutrons firing beneath a newly restored body. The form began jumping around the room, testing itself. It ran with great speed from side to side and made a large dent in the hull of the ship with its fist. The form had black hair reaching its shoulder's, a newly repaired face with no more scars or injuries to note. It no longer had need of any glasses, and had a new silver jacket that reached it's feet. It walked out of the lab slowly, moving its fingers in anticipation and grinding on his teeth in anger. He had waiting long enough, his time was now.
"All right Zim." Dib said in his newly formed body, thousands of microscopic chips scampering all over his form. "Round 2."
End Chapter 5