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I bent down and touched his antennae's base, which was a mistake on my part. I cringed and touched my right hand to my back. And I felt a slender object.....a knife's handle, I theorizied. Of course....my eyes rolled. The general, in a final attempt to murder me, and thrown a knife into my back, right between my ID Pak and shoulder blade. My right hand retreated and I stared at it. Lots of blood. I didn't feel it much now, but I knew the damage. I couldn't remove the knife now though. I hand to tend to my new ally. I scooped them up and the pain returned, traveling down all the way though my legs. I managed to hold him off the ground and walk, trying my best to ignore the pain and trickling blood(I prayed it wouldn't drip to the ground and stay for humans to find it). It took a while, but at last I had found a tree with a hollow trunk and a hole just big enough for me to get through.
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Meanwhile, the one responsible for nearly an entire Empire's devastation sits in his office chair. Dib waited impatiently for a general's reply. Earlier two uniformed sergeants barged in unexpectedly, claiming that a NC-Irken trampled through Campsite 42 near dawn. A squad was sent after them but haven't been seen since. He had ordered them to not send out a second squad for another twelve hours and to have their general contact him when possible.
Now this was not too much of an unusual circumstance: A not yet captured Irken raids a campsite. But what drove the sergeants to going through so much trouble to see Dib was that the Irken matched the description of one of the Three. A robot with the same description of a servant to one of the Them and everything was also noted along with a possible detection of an ID Pak detection. Dib was very concerned now. The war had started a few years ago, and got to the area where the Three were about four to five days ago. And only Zim had been caught?! Dib slammed his fists on his desk, causing some papers to leap up and pencils to bounce. The Two remaining were the most threatening...if they find each other--then it hit him. "If those two get together.....hmmmmmmmm..."
He was grinning wickedly when the general walked inside his office twenty minutes later.
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I had discovered that my new hiding spot was cool......that was nice. It had been hard work fighting in such conditions. How I survived I can only thank the inferiority of my foe. NO! Don't do that..... I cursed at myself for being so arrogant. Arrogance could kill although in my case malnutrition had it in for me. But still......I did have a right to arrogance. I've never been killed, beaten, or even mortally wounded ever before despite the incredible shit I've gone through.
I put my thoughts aside and looked at the person I saved. It may just have been the dirt but......something was with him. I wasn't sure what. I shrugged it off as just a hallucination and put a hand to my friend's forehead. Warmth. It felt nice. But he or she was too warm to be healthy, not as if anything else would've been expected. I ripped off a section of my already tattered shirt. It needed to be dampened, but that wasn't an issue.
I tore the knife out of my back with a sickening 'sh-cloopink' sound to draw more blood, reacting with only a cringe. A few moments after I did this I realized that the act could kill me but I couldn't worry over that. Malnutrition must have gotten my mind to not process things quickly enough for survival. I placed the thin cloth on my wound to absorb the blood and once it was thoroughly covered I waved it in the air to make it cool and folded it before putting it on his/her forehead and noticed the chest. The breathing was irregular; far too fast as if they were a frightened rabbit(a small creature found on earth). Their condition couldn't differ much from mine, so all the symptoms I noted carefully. I picked his/her head up to rest in my lap so I could warm up myself with their body-heat and to easier examine the complete filthiness of the face alone. I first noticed the sheered antennae. Poor thing must have gotten into a scrape--but wait.
The left one......it was sheered off cleanly and perfect, as if from a laser. The likeness of a human with a laser that could sheer rather then just burn was to low to consider seriously. This brought back the hallucination for some reason, only this time with more detailed ways of accessing my memory. No. No. It wasn't. Fuck that idea. That simple hope, perhaps even longing. Fuck it to Hell.
At least my diet of hate wasn't suffering.
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OH HELL YES!!!!! I have finally just about completed all brainstorming for this thing! I know the ending, and am working on the details until then. It's gunna be cool. This chpt was written poorly because I have an hour to the comp daily now, and that's not enough time to do all the crap I do. Crap rules.
