Yep. Here's yet another chapter. I feel sick today. Hopefully it
won't ruin my writing. ~glee~ Anyway, please review, for I am a sad, sad
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GIRL! *hugs Zim plushie* MINE! Oh yeah, this is gonna be a long chapter, so
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Disclaimer: I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!
Scientists
"Is he awake yet?"
"No sir, he's still out."
"Hmm...well, try to stop the bleeding. We want him alive - remember that."
The large, bulky scientist went back to the table, staring at the alien. It was a pale green color, only wearing a tattered pair of black pants. The two antennae atop its head fell limply behind its head and neck. Whatever it was, it looked as if it had taken quite a beating. The whole left side of its face was bruised badly, a dark purple color. Its right arm was bloody and burnt, and would require cleaning. The cut on its left foot wasn't very deep but looked infected. The wound on its back was very deep and was losing a large amount of blood. The skin around the wound was burnt and peeling off.
The scientist, Hulk was his nickname, lifted the alien up and laid him flat on his stomach. He put on some rubber gloves and got out a towel and a pair of tweezers. Hulk started to work, pulling pieces of dead skin and fabric out of the wound. The alien jerked when the tweezers dug deep. After Hulk had finished, he wiped up the mess with the towel, then pressed it down on the alien's back to help stop the bleeding. They needed the specimen clean before they could do anything with it.
It took about 15 minutes for Hulk to finally stop the blood flowing from the back. He sighed and threw out the bloody towel, which was now beyond cleaning. He sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The room was so brightly lit that the heat from the bulbs often annoyed working scientists. After a brief break, Hulk gently rolled the alien so it faced up, and set to work on the arm, using the same procedure from the back. It didn't take as long, for the wound wasn't as bad.
Hulk saw the alien stir. He jumped back, expecting it to lash out at him. Instead, it moaned and rolled over to the side, letting blood dribble from its mouth down its chin. Hulk never thought about the possibility of internal injury. He shrugged, deciding to leave it to the next guy on shift. Hulk walked over to the alien's face and pulled open its mouth. He saw that its tongue was swollen and dry and that its gums were puffed up.
'Obviously dehydrated,' Hulk thought. He left the room for a moment and walked over to a nearby soda machine. He'd been planning to buy one anyhow, and this would give him an excuse for having a drink around an experiment. He grabbed a little paper cup that was near the water cooler beside the soda machine and went back to the room.
Inside, Hulk snapped open the can, and saw the alien's antennae quiver at the sound. He stared at it suspiciously for a few moments, then poured a small amount of liquid into the cup and guzzled what was left from the can. He walked over the emotionless alien's face and pried open its dry mouth. He poured a little amount of liquid into it, not wanting to choke or drown the specimen. As soon as the first drop hit its tongue, the alien swallowed it down gratefully. Hulk poured what was left into the alien's mouth and threw away the cup, satisfied with himself. He looked at his watch. His shift was over.
Zim didn't wake up for a long time. When he did drift into consciousness, the pain came back and he knew he was no longer dreaming. His head throbbed with each pulse, and he still heard a horrible ringing sound, high pitched and annoying. He clenched his unharmed fist and cringed as a sharp pain shot up through his spine. He strained to try and push the pain down and tried to ignore it, but was unsuccessful and cried out, jerking his body forward and kicking wildly. He fell off of whatever he had been laying on and grunted as he landed on the hard concrete floor. He felt a pair of strong, gloved hands grabbing at him and he pulled away to get loose, but was punished by having a thumb dug into his bare back.
Zim was slammed hard to the table with such force that it made him cough. He opened his eyes for the first time, finding his left eye to be swelled almost completely shut. He looked up to see two goggled eyes looking down at him. It was a woman, her dark hair in a ponytail so it wouldn't fall in her face. She seemed fixated on Zim's eyes. She couldn't get over their color and how they shined in the bright light. Zim tried to pull away, disturbed by how the scientist was staring at him.
After a few moments of confusion, Zim finally remembered what had happened between him and Dib. His eyes went wide and he mouthed the word 'no.' Panic took over him and he tried to squirm out of the woman's grip, kicking and pulling at her long fingers with his good arm. The woman half smiled and looked over to her male assistant whom Zim did not notice before.
"He's a feisty one, isn't he Chuck?" she said. Chuck smiled and nodded. "Could you hold him down while I restrain him?"
"Sure Sierra."
Chuck, a strong and tall man, grabbed Zim by the shoulders and held him down. Zim struggled and kicked and even bit at his hand. He was getting desperate. Suddenly, Chuck smacked Zim across the head, hitting his bruised area hard. Zim's eyes rolled, and he saw colors flash. The ringing and the throbbing increased to an unbearable level, almost causing him to faint. He managed to fight most of the pain off, but fell limp and no longer struggled from Chuck's grip.
Sierra pulled metal latches from the table and locked Zim's ankles, knees, stomach area, chest, elbows, and wrists down. Surprisingly, she left his neck and head alone. Zim looked up to see if he'd be able to escape the same way as before, picking the locks with his antennae, but was disappointed to learn that the latches were kept down by tight screws instead of locks.
Sierra finished, and Chuck took his tight grip off of Zim's shoulders. They looked down at Zim, smiling as if he was a cute little zoo animal they were going to study. Zim hated it, and glared at them. Sierra whispered something to Chuck, and the two left the room.
When they left, Zim got his first good view on his surroundings. It was like the room at Dib's labs, only bigger. There was a refrigerator in the left corner by the door, along with some cabinets and a sink. In the right corner to Zim's back was a large computer and a desk with office supplies on it. Beside the table Zim was laying on was a metal tray, larger than the one at Dib's lab. Zim cringed, knowing what it was used for. The worst part of the room would have to be the lights. They hung from the ceiling, making Zim squint whenever he opened his eyes and sweat from their heat.
Sierra and Chuck came back, startling Zim and making him jump. Chuck went to the fridge and took a cup from it and poured a white liquid into it. He gave it to Sierra, who came over to Zim. She tried to force it into Zim's mouth, but Zim turned his head away. He was thirsty, for he hadn't had anything to drink since the drop of soda, but he knew the liquid was probably drugged.
Sierra sighed, annoyed. Such a simple task was going to be made difficult by the alien's defiant behavior. "Chuck, I'm gonna need your help again." Chuck came over and put his hands at the sides of Zim's head, locking it in place. Sierra tried forcing the cup into Zim's mouth again, but he kept his teeth clenched shut, still refusing to drink. Sierra dug the cup into his raw gums, making his mouth bleed.
"Look, you're gonna drink this no matter what! You either drink it the easy way or you drink it through a needle in your arm!" she shouted, irritated and angry. Zim was startled by the sudden outburst, and looked up at the scientist helplessly. She tried again. Zim didn't resist and he shamefully found himself drinking it down greedily. It tasted sweet and bitter, like nectar. Zim didn't like it, but at least his mouth wasn't so dry anymore.
"Hmph," Sierra huffed, and the two scientists left the room. Zim yawned and became drowsy. His worries sunk to the depths of his mind, leaving him numb but strangely happy.
"I knew it was drugged," he said as he drifted into a deep slumber.
"You can't do this!" Dib yelled desperately, chasing after Agent Stone, a top agent in the Swollen Eyeball Society.
"I can and I will," was the agent's simple reply.
"But...," Dib trailed off.
Agent Stone turned to glare at Dib. "Since you violated the Swollen Eyeball code and tried to experiment with your discovery before checking with us, your case will be put off to next week. You should be happy. We would've scrapped the whole thing if you hadn't brought a living, breathing alien with you. Besides, we have other things to finish working on first."
"Don't tell me your still working on the singing light bulb thing!" Dib shouted, frustrated. Agent Stone narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"Such a violation of the code would have normally kicked you out of the Society," Stone said, ignoring Dib's comment. Dib backed away, deciding to leave the subject as it was. Agent Stone walked down the hall and left.
Dib sighed and let his thoughts fast-forward to next week, and how they would experiment on Zim. He hadn't told the Society that water hurt him. He decided to wait. Dib walked down the hall, pondering different tests and grinning from time to time. He was so caught up in his thinking that he almost passed the room he was headed to. He smirked as he opened the door with the word 'Experiment' printed in bold on it.
Inside, Dib had expected a furious Zim to be glaring at him, hissing in anger. Instead, Dib found Zim unconscious, head rolled to the side with his antennae flopped limply in his face. He had a worried expression on his face and whined from time to time, the cold metal latches digging into his bare skin.
Dib smiled and walked over to the slumbering Zim. He looked down at him, his glasses glaring in the bright lights.
"Right there..," Dib muttered, making cutting motions with his finger at the center of Zim's chest. He snickered and left the room.
w00t! Okee, that was longer than usual, hope you weren't bored too much. Next chapter will have Gir in it, I promise. Okee day, please review, for it encourages me to add more faster. Thankies!
-Crystal
Disclaimer: I am so smart! I am so smart! S-M-R-T!
Scientists
"Is he awake yet?"
"No sir, he's still out."
"Hmm...well, try to stop the bleeding. We want him alive - remember that."
The large, bulky scientist went back to the table, staring at the alien. It was a pale green color, only wearing a tattered pair of black pants. The two antennae atop its head fell limply behind its head and neck. Whatever it was, it looked as if it had taken quite a beating. The whole left side of its face was bruised badly, a dark purple color. Its right arm was bloody and burnt, and would require cleaning. The cut on its left foot wasn't very deep but looked infected. The wound on its back was very deep and was losing a large amount of blood. The skin around the wound was burnt and peeling off.
The scientist, Hulk was his nickname, lifted the alien up and laid him flat on his stomach. He put on some rubber gloves and got out a towel and a pair of tweezers. Hulk started to work, pulling pieces of dead skin and fabric out of the wound. The alien jerked when the tweezers dug deep. After Hulk had finished, he wiped up the mess with the towel, then pressed it down on the alien's back to help stop the bleeding. They needed the specimen clean before they could do anything with it.
It took about 15 minutes for Hulk to finally stop the blood flowing from the back. He sighed and threw out the bloody towel, which was now beyond cleaning. He sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The room was so brightly lit that the heat from the bulbs often annoyed working scientists. After a brief break, Hulk gently rolled the alien so it faced up, and set to work on the arm, using the same procedure from the back. It didn't take as long, for the wound wasn't as bad.
Hulk saw the alien stir. He jumped back, expecting it to lash out at him. Instead, it moaned and rolled over to the side, letting blood dribble from its mouth down its chin. Hulk never thought about the possibility of internal injury. He shrugged, deciding to leave it to the next guy on shift. Hulk walked over to the alien's face and pulled open its mouth. He saw that its tongue was swollen and dry and that its gums were puffed up.
'Obviously dehydrated,' Hulk thought. He left the room for a moment and walked over to a nearby soda machine. He'd been planning to buy one anyhow, and this would give him an excuse for having a drink around an experiment. He grabbed a little paper cup that was near the water cooler beside the soda machine and went back to the room.
Inside, Hulk snapped open the can, and saw the alien's antennae quiver at the sound. He stared at it suspiciously for a few moments, then poured a small amount of liquid into the cup and guzzled what was left from the can. He walked over the emotionless alien's face and pried open its dry mouth. He poured a little amount of liquid into it, not wanting to choke or drown the specimen. As soon as the first drop hit its tongue, the alien swallowed it down gratefully. Hulk poured what was left into the alien's mouth and threw away the cup, satisfied with himself. He looked at his watch. His shift was over.
Zim didn't wake up for a long time. When he did drift into consciousness, the pain came back and he knew he was no longer dreaming. His head throbbed with each pulse, and he still heard a horrible ringing sound, high pitched and annoying. He clenched his unharmed fist and cringed as a sharp pain shot up through his spine. He strained to try and push the pain down and tried to ignore it, but was unsuccessful and cried out, jerking his body forward and kicking wildly. He fell off of whatever he had been laying on and grunted as he landed on the hard concrete floor. He felt a pair of strong, gloved hands grabbing at him and he pulled away to get loose, but was punished by having a thumb dug into his bare back.
Zim was slammed hard to the table with such force that it made him cough. He opened his eyes for the first time, finding his left eye to be swelled almost completely shut. He looked up to see two goggled eyes looking down at him. It was a woman, her dark hair in a ponytail so it wouldn't fall in her face. She seemed fixated on Zim's eyes. She couldn't get over their color and how they shined in the bright light. Zim tried to pull away, disturbed by how the scientist was staring at him.
After a few moments of confusion, Zim finally remembered what had happened between him and Dib. His eyes went wide and he mouthed the word 'no.' Panic took over him and he tried to squirm out of the woman's grip, kicking and pulling at her long fingers with his good arm. The woman half smiled and looked over to her male assistant whom Zim did not notice before.
"He's a feisty one, isn't he Chuck?" she said. Chuck smiled and nodded. "Could you hold him down while I restrain him?"
"Sure Sierra."
Chuck, a strong and tall man, grabbed Zim by the shoulders and held him down. Zim struggled and kicked and even bit at his hand. He was getting desperate. Suddenly, Chuck smacked Zim across the head, hitting his bruised area hard. Zim's eyes rolled, and he saw colors flash. The ringing and the throbbing increased to an unbearable level, almost causing him to faint. He managed to fight most of the pain off, but fell limp and no longer struggled from Chuck's grip.
Sierra pulled metal latches from the table and locked Zim's ankles, knees, stomach area, chest, elbows, and wrists down. Surprisingly, she left his neck and head alone. Zim looked up to see if he'd be able to escape the same way as before, picking the locks with his antennae, but was disappointed to learn that the latches were kept down by tight screws instead of locks.
Sierra finished, and Chuck took his tight grip off of Zim's shoulders. They looked down at Zim, smiling as if he was a cute little zoo animal they were going to study. Zim hated it, and glared at them. Sierra whispered something to Chuck, and the two left the room.
When they left, Zim got his first good view on his surroundings. It was like the room at Dib's labs, only bigger. There was a refrigerator in the left corner by the door, along with some cabinets and a sink. In the right corner to Zim's back was a large computer and a desk with office supplies on it. Beside the table Zim was laying on was a metal tray, larger than the one at Dib's lab. Zim cringed, knowing what it was used for. The worst part of the room would have to be the lights. They hung from the ceiling, making Zim squint whenever he opened his eyes and sweat from their heat.
Sierra and Chuck came back, startling Zim and making him jump. Chuck went to the fridge and took a cup from it and poured a white liquid into it. He gave it to Sierra, who came over to Zim. She tried to force it into Zim's mouth, but Zim turned his head away. He was thirsty, for he hadn't had anything to drink since the drop of soda, but he knew the liquid was probably drugged.
Sierra sighed, annoyed. Such a simple task was going to be made difficult by the alien's defiant behavior. "Chuck, I'm gonna need your help again." Chuck came over and put his hands at the sides of Zim's head, locking it in place. Sierra tried forcing the cup into Zim's mouth again, but he kept his teeth clenched shut, still refusing to drink. Sierra dug the cup into his raw gums, making his mouth bleed.
"Look, you're gonna drink this no matter what! You either drink it the easy way or you drink it through a needle in your arm!" she shouted, irritated and angry. Zim was startled by the sudden outburst, and looked up at the scientist helplessly. She tried again. Zim didn't resist and he shamefully found himself drinking it down greedily. It tasted sweet and bitter, like nectar. Zim didn't like it, but at least his mouth wasn't so dry anymore.
"Hmph," Sierra huffed, and the two scientists left the room. Zim yawned and became drowsy. His worries sunk to the depths of his mind, leaving him numb but strangely happy.
"I knew it was drugged," he said as he drifted into a deep slumber.
"You can't do this!" Dib yelled desperately, chasing after Agent Stone, a top agent in the Swollen Eyeball Society.
"I can and I will," was the agent's simple reply.
"But...," Dib trailed off.
Agent Stone turned to glare at Dib. "Since you violated the Swollen Eyeball code and tried to experiment with your discovery before checking with us, your case will be put off to next week. You should be happy. We would've scrapped the whole thing if you hadn't brought a living, breathing alien with you. Besides, we have other things to finish working on first."
"Don't tell me your still working on the singing light bulb thing!" Dib shouted, frustrated. Agent Stone narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"Such a violation of the code would have normally kicked you out of the Society," Stone said, ignoring Dib's comment. Dib backed away, deciding to leave the subject as it was. Agent Stone walked down the hall and left.
Dib sighed and let his thoughts fast-forward to next week, and how they would experiment on Zim. He hadn't told the Society that water hurt him. He decided to wait. Dib walked down the hall, pondering different tests and grinning from time to time. He was so caught up in his thinking that he almost passed the room he was headed to. He smirked as he opened the door with the word 'Experiment' printed in bold on it.
Inside, Dib had expected a furious Zim to be glaring at him, hissing in anger. Instead, Dib found Zim unconscious, head rolled to the side with his antennae flopped limply in his face. He had a worried expression on his face and whined from time to time, the cold metal latches digging into his bare skin.
Dib smiled and walked over to the slumbering Zim. He looked down at him, his glasses glaring in the bright lights.
"Right there..," Dib muttered, making cutting motions with his finger at the center of Zim's chest. He snickered and left the room.
w00t! Okee, that was longer than usual, hope you weren't bored too much. Next chapter will have Gir in it, I promise. Okee day, please review, for it encourages me to add more faster. Thankies!
-Crystal