Chp. 12: The End of the Beginning
There was a dark room. Shadows loomed on the walls. I tall man walked in wearing gloves and goggles. He held up a knife to the body on the table. He brought the knife down, cutting into the body. Next to a wall in that same room, there was a plastic crate. It was full of various small things. There were some tools suck as knifes, all bloodied up. There were old sheets, with various stains, wired and other mechanical parts, but, what stood out the most, was the body of a small robot, with his disguise caught on his antenna.
At Saje's home, her and Dib were talking to 2 gentlemen with cameras and microphones. A stack of papers was set on the table. Newspapers. There were various headlines. 'Another Irken Down' 'Dib, not a hero?' '2000 year old cases brought up again'.
"Excuse me, Sir." Saje said, getting up off the couch and heading toward the basement stairs. She walked through the basement, and stopped at the computer. She sat down, and opened up a program. She began to type.
Dear Log,
It's been dull the last month. Nothing to do. Dib has gotten plenty of attention, like always. Nothing has changed for me. Exept for a lack of things to do. I'm starting to regret even messing with Zer."
"Automated message from Invader Zer. His ID pack has been removed. His Sir has been deactivated." The Tallest looked shocked.
"Oh, come on. Like we didn't know he was going to die." Said Tallest Purple.
"How are we gonna break this to everyone?"
"We don't. Don't say anything. Nobody will ask." Said Tallest Purple, walking away. Green stood there, looking ashamed and upset.
It was cloudy out. The wind blew hard. Gir stood at Dib's grave, about too cry. He pulled a black bottle out, and held it close to him. He broke into tears. He looked over at the Zim statue, and cried even harder. He looked at it hardly.
"I'm sorry master. It's my fault you're dead." He said. He turned back to Dib's grave. He opened the bottle. What was one liquid 2000 years ago had turned into fine powder. He poured it onto the grave. He knew it wouldn't work. He just felt he should return to Dib what was his. He turned away a little, but still looked at the grave.
"I'm sorry I killed you. I didn't know"
HA! See? I finished! I just needed summer vacation! I'm sure I'll write a lot…. I mean, I have no life. Oh yeah! Wasn't that happy? I bet you thought he would make it! I BET YOU DID!! You should know I'm not that positive!
Just cause there are a bunch of ways for a sequel, THERE WONT! HAHAHAHA! I'M SO FRIGGIN TIRED OF THIS!
