I couldn't wait to write this, so that's why there's a new chapter so
early. I love writing. It allows me to vent about...stuff. Anyway, I hope
you're enjoying reading this story as much as I'm enjoying writing it.
Please review.
Disclaimer: At the power plant, I saw a flower, and it yelled at me!
Plasma Blast
It took Dib a little while to figure out how to work with the backpod. After a long half an hour of experimenting with it, Dib finally got the hang of it. If he wanted something out of the pod, he merely pictured it in his mind and it popped out. If he didn't know what it looked like, he thought of what it was called. If he didn't know what it was called, he'd give a description of how to use it. For example, if he wanted a flame thrower and didn't know what it looked like or what it was called, he'd simply think: something that shoots out fire.
Dib let the door slam as he left the room. He used the spider legs to go through the hall silently and quickly. He popped out a heat detector and started searching the labs for Zim.
Zim was half asleep in the trash can, daydreaming. He shifted his weight so his foot wouldn't sting so much against the cold steel. Suddenly, Zim heard a skittering sound, like sandpaper being scratched lightly. He propped up his antennae, confused. He shook his head and decided it was just his imagination. He leaned his head against the side of the trash can and closed his eyes.
All at once, the trash can was blown apart. Zim's right arm stung and burnt, like a million needles were pricking him all at once. He grabbed at it and rubbed hard, feeling the blood starting to leak out. He closed his eyes hard and bit his lower lip. He could hardly suppress the scream he so badly wanted to yell out.
Zim tried to see through the reddish smoke that was caused from the explosion. He saw a huge figure coming towards him. He backed away. It was Dib, walking with the spider legs, a heat detector over one of his eyes. He had a plasma gun in his hand and there were two larger plasma cannons supported by long pipes coming out of the backpod. Zim stared for awhile in awe, not knowing what to do. He regained his senses and struggled to get up.
"I wouldn't move if I were you."
Dib aimed all the guns at Zim. Zim hesitated, then hastily got up and dove out of the way as a shot came by his unharmed arm. He sprinted off down the hall, going as fast as his run-down body would allow him. Dib took careful aim and fired one of the plasma cannons.
A huge ball of energy, glowing yellow and purple, hit Zim's back, perfectly centered. Zim screamed in agony as his back was burnt and electrified, turning his skin a dark blackish color and embedding his shirt into his skin. The muscles in his arms and legs went into uncontrollable spasms and jerked his whole body. He did a somersault in the air from the force of the blow and slammed into the wall, leaving a stain as he slid down it and landed on the floor with a thud.
Zim coughed and tasted blood as he lay motionless on the floor. Dib watched, chuckling deeply. He was victorious, and both of them knew it. Zim didn't even open his eyes, let alone try to get up. Dib folded up the spider legs and plasma cannons, but kept the plasma gun in his hand - just in case. He walked slowly over to Zim, letting each step's sound echo through the hall.
Zim's body shuddered. He'd gone from being extremely hot and sweaty to extremely cold and stiff. Every breath he took was more labored and his ribs felt as if they would break any moment. He let his antennae fall limp onto the back of his head and neck. His back felt as if somebody had just mauled him with a chain saw.
Dib looked down at his alien foe and sneered. He lifted his foot and dug his heel into Zim's charred back and beamed when Zim let out a pained whine.
"Well, Zim, I must admit you put up a pretty good chase. But both of us knew it would come to this," Dib said slyly. Zim clenched his teeth together in anger, unable to do anything. He hated being helpless. Dib laid down on the floor and put his face up to Zim's, almost touching.
"Hope you're not squeamish, or you won't do well tomorrow," Dib whispered. He got up, grinning cockily, and Zim heard him enter a room. He heard him pick something up that sounded metallic. It was a long, hollow pipe. Dib came back and held it up like a golf club. He took careful aim, then with all his might, swung at Zim's head. Zim heard a high pitched ringing and saw fireworks under his closed eyelids, and then there was nothing.
O_o I scared myself. POOR ZIMMY! I feel so bad for him...dun worry, he's not dead. Future chapters will have more Gir in it for all you Gir-fans. Review please! I'd really appreciate it!
-Crystal
Disclaimer: At the power plant, I saw a flower, and it yelled at me!
Plasma Blast
It took Dib a little while to figure out how to work with the backpod. After a long half an hour of experimenting with it, Dib finally got the hang of it. If he wanted something out of the pod, he merely pictured it in his mind and it popped out. If he didn't know what it looked like, he thought of what it was called. If he didn't know what it was called, he'd give a description of how to use it. For example, if he wanted a flame thrower and didn't know what it looked like or what it was called, he'd simply think: something that shoots out fire.
Dib let the door slam as he left the room. He used the spider legs to go through the hall silently and quickly. He popped out a heat detector and started searching the labs for Zim.
Zim was half asleep in the trash can, daydreaming. He shifted his weight so his foot wouldn't sting so much against the cold steel. Suddenly, Zim heard a skittering sound, like sandpaper being scratched lightly. He propped up his antennae, confused. He shook his head and decided it was just his imagination. He leaned his head against the side of the trash can and closed his eyes.
All at once, the trash can was blown apart. Zim's right arm stung and burnt, like a million needles were pricking him all at once. He grabbed at it and rubbed hard, feeling the blood starting to leak out. He closed his eyes hard and bit his lower lip. He could hardly suppress the scream he so badly wanted to yell out.
Zim tried to see through the reddish smoke that was caused from the explosion. He saw a huge figure coming towards him. He backed away. It was Dib, walking with the spider legs, a heat detector over one of his eyes. He had a plasma gun in his hand and there were two larger plasma cannons supported by long pipes coming out of the backpod. Zim stared for awhile in awe, not knowing what to do. He regained his senses and struggled to get up.
"I wouldn't move if I were you."
Dib aimed all the guns at Zim. Zim hesitated, then hastily got up and dove out of the way as a shot came by his unharmed arm. He sprinted off down the hall, going as fast as his run-down body would allow him. Dib took careful aim and fired one of the plasma cannons.
A huge ball of energy, glowing yellow and purple, hit Zim's back, perfectly centered. Zim screamed in agony as his back was burnt and electrified, turning his skin a dark blackish color and embedding his shirt into his skin. The muscles in his arms and legs went into uncontrollable spasms and jerked his whole body. He did a somersault in the air from the force of the blow and slammed into the wall, leaving a stain as he slid down it and landed on the floor with a thud.
Zim coughed and tasted blood as he lay motionless on the floor. Dib watched, chuckling deeply. He was victorious, and both of them knew it. Zim didn't even open his eyes, let alone try to get up. Dib folded up the spider legs and plasma cannons, but kept the plasma gun in his hand - just in case. He walked slowly over to Zim, letting each step's sound echo through the hall.
Zim's body shuddered. He'd gone from being extremely hot and sweaty to extremely cold and stiff. Every breath he took was more labored and his ribs felt as if they would break any moment. He let his antennae fall limp onto the back of his head and neck. His back felt as if somebody had just mauled him with a chain saw.
Dib looked down at his alien foe and sneered. He lifted his foot and dug his heel into Zim's charred back and beamed when Zim let out a pained whine.
"Well, Zim, I must admit you put up a pretty good chase. But both of us knew it would come to this," Dib said slyly. Zim clenched his teeth together in anger, unable to do anything. He hated being helpless. Dib laid down on the floor and put his face up to Zim's, almost touching.
"Hope you're not squeamish, or you won't do well tomorrow," Dib whispered. He got up, grinning cockily, and Zim heard him enter a room. He heard him pick something up that sounded metallic. It was a long, hollow pipe. Dib came back and held it up like a golf club. He took careful aim, then with all his might, swung at Zim's head. Zim heard a high pitched ringing and saw fireworks under his closed eyelids, and then there was nothing.
O_o I scared myself. POOR ZIMMY! I feel so bad for him...dun worry, he's not dead. Future chapters will have more Gir in it for all you Gir-fans. Review please! I'd really appreciate it!
-Crystal