Hurray! I'm 13 now! *takes a bow* Hurray for me! *grins stupidly*
Well, anyway, I'd like to thank anybody who's reading this and has been
reading my work. You make me so happy...I love you all. *blows kisses* I'm
feeling extra sappy today...Hmm, oh well. Anyway, here's the new chapter
you've all been waiting for! Please review!
VioletWolf drew me this awesome picture. THANK YOU SO MUCH! http://www.geocities.com/dardarhead/sickuncool.JPG
Disclaimer: CARROT TOP ATE MY PANTS!
Dib's New Weapon
Dib grinned as he saw Zim fleeing. It proved that he was the superior one, that he was the one in control. He had the home advantage. Dib knew every pathway in his dad's lab, and took a short cut so he'd be able to cut Zim off.
Zim was panting painfully, hardly able to breathe. His foot was ailing him badly, and he knew he couldn't go on much farther. He looked behind him, and was surprised to see that Dib wasn't there. He stopped and sat down, glad to have a little break. He was starting to feel extremely delirious and couldn't really think straight. He pulled off his boots and grimaced as he looked his bleeding, injured foot.
On closer inspection, Zim saw that the area around the foot was puffed up and a dark purplish color. Zim sighed and put his boots back on, not wanting to look at his wound any more. He rubbed the sweat from his forehead and the back of his neck. He wished he could throw off his shirt, but he knew it would just make him even more vulnerable.
All of a sudden, Dib appeared at the corner of the hall. Zim, not expecting this, struggled to get up, but Dib pounced on him and grabbed one of Zim's arms and twisted it behind the Irken's back. Zim let out a little yelp and bent back, and Dib put his free arm across his neck.
Zim blinked, confused at how he'd ended up in this position. He could usually shake Dib off easily, but now it seemed impossible. Dib tightened the hold on Zim's neck, and Zim made a little gacking noise.
Dib smirked, thinking that he'd won. Zim's eyes got big as he thought of something, and he bit the arm that was choking him. Dib yelled in pain and loosened his grip a little. Zim took this advantage and kicked back, hitting Dib in the gut. Dib fell back, and Zim ran off.
Dib laid on the ground, stunned by what had just happened. It took him a moment to figure it out. After he'd pondered on it a while, he sat up and rubbed his stomach and wiped Zim's spit off his arm. 'He must've been desperate to sink that low,' he thought. He got up and walked down the hall.
Zim ran down many halls, afraid to stop in case Dib was still following him some how. He'd grown a little lightheaded and didn't notice when the cut on his foot tore itself, enlarging it and letting blood seep through the boot. He wasn't going very fast, but was still breathing hard, his tongue hanging out. His antennae hung low and once and a while a sweat bead dropped off the end of one. Zim staggered when his digestive system let out a violent rumble. Although he didn't eat at skool, Zim still ate dinner when he got home, and he was extremely hungry. Even if there was food, he wouldn't be able to eat it with such a dry mouth. He was dehydrated from sweating so much.
Zim ran himself ragged and soon tripped over his feet. He crashed into the floor and stayed down for about 10 minutes before he forced himself to go look for a decent hiding spot. He found an empty steel trashcan. He got as comfortable as he could and carefully replaced the lid. The steel was cold and cooled him down a little. He hugged his bent knees and rested his chin on them. He wondered how Gir was doing all by himself. He sighed and let his mind wander.
Dib walked down the halls carefully, straining to hear any sound that might lead him to Zim. He wasn't searching for him, but Dib worried that his enemy might be planning some sort of attack. Dib shook his head. He knew Zim wouldn't have the strength to fight effectively, so why was he worried?
Dib finally reached his destination and he looked all around him before entering the room. After assuring himself that Zim was nowhere to be seen, Dib slowly opened the door and went in. The room was just like the autopsy room, except that it was a little smaller and it had a computer in the left corner. Dib walked over to the table in the center of the room. He smiled as he prodded at the gray and pink lump on it. It was Zim's backpod. He'd been smart enough to take away from Zim, knowing that it was his main weapon.
Dib got out a clipboard with a pencil and some papers and started testing the buttons on the pod. He flipped it over and saw two little holes. Dib had seen holes in Zim's back that looked like them. He chewed on his eraser and thought about this discovery. He took a closer look and saw that there was a tiny button in between the holes with some strange, alien writing underneath it. Dib had to press the button with his pencil tip.
The pod buzzed and let off a bright red light. Dib backed away and shielded his eyes.
"Backpod reset!"
Spider legs popped out of the pod along with many wires and whips. The pod walked over to Dib, who tried to retreat. The spider legs grabbed Dib and pulled him straight up, holding him horizontally with his face to the floor. Two whips came down on Dib's back, and he yelled out as he felt a burning sensation. The spider legs let go of him suddenly, and the backpod sent two large wires at him. The wires went into the two holes that had just been burnt into Dib's back, and the pod attached itself to him.
Dib blinked, then laughed as he realized that he now had a huge advantage.
Ooo! Dib got Zim's backpod now! I hope you're not too confused - I don't know if I wrote the whole process well. Anyway, review or I'll make you listen to the Spongebob Squarepants theme song a million times!(cringe)
VioletWolf drew me this awesome picture. THANK YOU SO MUCH! http://www.geocities.com/dardarhead/sickuncool.JPG
Disclaimer: CARROT TOP ATE MY PANTS!
Dib's New Weapon
Dib grinned as he saw Zim fleeing. It proved that he was the superior one, that he was the one in control. He had the home advantage. Dib knew every pathway in his dad's lab, and took a short cut so he'd be able to cut Zim off.
Zim was panting painfully, hardly able to breathe. His foot was ailing him badly, and he knew he couldn't go on much farther. He looked behind him, and was surprised to see that Dib wasn't there. He stopped and sat down, glad to have a little break. He was starting to feel extremely delirious and couldn't really think straight. He pulled off his boots and grimaced as he looked his bleeding, injured foot.
On closer inspection, Zim saw that the area around the foot was puffed up and a dark purplish color. Zim sighed and put his boots back on, not wanting to look at his wound any more. He rubbed the sweat from his forehead and the back of his neck. He wished he could throw off his shirt, but he knew it would just make him even more vulnerable.
All of a sudden, Dib appeared at the corner of the hall. Zim, not expecting this, struggled to get up, but Dib pounced on him and grabbed one of Zim's arms and twisted it behind the Irken's back. Zim let out a little yelp and bent back, and Dib put his free arm across his neck.
Zim blinked, confused at how he'd ended up in this position. He could usually shake Dib off easily, but now it seemed impossible. Dib tightened the hold on Zim's neck, and Zim made a little gacking noise.
Dib smirked, thinking that he'd won. Zim's eyes got big as he thought of something, and he bit the arm that was choking him. Dib yelled in pain and loosened his grip a little. Zim took this advantage and kicked back, hitting Dib in the gut. Dib fell back, and Zim ran off.
Dib laid on the ground, stunned by what had just happened. It took him a moment to figure it out. After he'd pondered on it a while, he sat up and rubbed his stomach and wiped Zim's spit off his arm. 'He must've been desperate to sink that low,' he thought. He got up and walked down the hall.
Zim ran down many halls, afraid to stop in case Dib was still following him some how. He'd grown a little lightheaded and didn't notice when the cut on his foot tore itself, enlarging it and letting blood seep through the boot. He wasn't going very fast, but was still breathing hard, his tongue hanging out. His antennae hung low and once and a while a sweat bead dropped off the end of one. Zim staggered when his digestive system let out a violent rumble. Although he didn't eat at skool, Zim still ate dinner when he got home, and he was extremely hungry. Even if there was food, he wouldn't be able to eat it with such a dry mouth. He was dehydrated from sweating so much.
Zim ran himself ragged and soon tripped over his feet. He crashed into the floor and stayed down for about 10 minutes before he forced himself to go look for a decent hiding spot. He found an empty steel trashcan. He got as comfortable as he could and carefully replaced the lid. The steel was cold and cooled him down a little. He hugged his bent knees and rested his chin on them. He wondered how Gir was doing all by himself. He sighed and let his mind wander.
Dib walked down the halls carefully, straining to hear any sound that might lead him to Zim. He wasn't searching for him, but Dib worried that his enemy might be planning some sort of attack. Dib shook his head. He knew Zim wouldn't have the strength to fight effectively, so why was he worried?
Dib finally reached his destination and he looked all around him before entering the room. After assuring himself that Zim was nowhere to be seen, Dib slowly opened the door and went in. The room was just like the autopsy room, except that it was a little smaller and it had a computer in the left corner. Dib walked over to the table in the center of the room. He smiled as he prodded at the gray and pink lump on it. It was Zim's backpod. He'd been smart enough to take away from Zim, knowing that it was his main weapon.
Dib got out a clipboard with a pencil and some papers and started testing the buttons on the pod. He flipped it over and saw two little holes. Dib had seen holes in Zim's back that looked like them. He chewed on his eraser and thought about this discovery. He took a closer look and saw that there was a tiny button in between the holes with some strange, alien writing underneath it. Dib had to press the button with his pencil tip.
The pod buzzed and let off a bright red light. Dib backed away and shielded his eyes.
"Backpod reset!"
Spider legs popped out of the pod along with many wires and whips. The pod walked over to Dib, who tried to retreat. The spider legs grabbed Dib and pulled him straight up, holding him horizontally with his face to the floor. Two whips came down on Dib's back, and he yelled out as he felt a burning sensation. The spider legs let go of him suddenly, and the backpod sent two large wires at him. The wires went into the two holes that had just been burnt into Dib's back, and the pod attached itself to him.
Dib blinked, then laughed as he realized that he now had a huge advantage.
Ooo! Dib got Zim's backpod now! I hope you're not too confused - I don't know if I wrote the whole process well. Anyway, review or I'll make you listen to the Spongebob Squarepants theme song a million times!(cringe)