Okay, here's what happened. What I posted earlier in the week was the original Chapter 15. I didn't like the ending of it, so I added more to the end. But...I forgot to save. Sorry about my stupidity folks. I still am kinda sick. ^_^; Yeah. Everything in the chapter is pretty much the same except for a few paragraphs at the end. Just skim through it if you want.
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False Hope
Zim and Gir stared at each other for a few minutes, not blinking. Dr. Conway and the two helpers watched them, waiting for a reaction. They didn't have to wait long.
"MAS-!" Gir started to call out, but Zim cupped his hand on Gir's mouth, shaking his head. Gir nodded cheerfully and wagged his tail. Zim wrapped his arms around Gir and hugged him tight, sobbing quietly. He didn't fight his emotions. He didn't care what the scientists thought. Gir was Zim's key out of the dungeon that was the Swollen Eyeball Society.
"Awww," Gena cooed, cupping her hands and bringing them to her chest.
"That's so precious," Sierra said, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"Come on," Dr. Conway said, heading toward the door. "Let's leave them alone so they can get better aquainted." Dr. Conway left the room, and Sierra and Gena followed. Zim waited a moment to see if they'd come back, then he slowly let go of Gir.
"Master, how come you're crying?" Gir asked quietly. He'd never seen his master like this before.
Zim sniffled and rubbed his eyes. "I'm not crying...I just had something in my eye, that's all," he said with a smile. "Uh, Gir...can you hear me?" he asked, knowing he was talking very soft because of his throat. He could only say words properly if he whispered very quietly.
"Uh-huh," Gir replied. Since Gir was a robot, he had very acute hearing, and he could hear many things human ears couldn't. He looked up at his master, seeing how pale and weak looking he'd become. There were dark purple circles around his eyes, and one eye was closed more than the other. Gir blinked a few times, then scooted away from Zim.
"Gir?" Zim asked, wondering why his companion looked so scared.
"Master...are you a zombie?" Gir asked, his voice shaking slightly. Zim stared at Gir for a moment, and a twisted grin grew across his face. He made a gagging noise as he tried to hold back his laughter, but he ended up busting up and he laughed uncontrollably. Gir watched his master for a few seconds, then he too started laughing. Zim grabbed at his sides and kicked his feet in the air, laughing so much that it hurt. After a little while, he calmed down and rubbed at his throat which had gone raw.
"No, Gir, I'm not a zombie," Zim said, wiping a tear from his eye. He cleared his throat, becoming serious. "Gir, I need to get out of here. I mean, out of this entire building. I need to go back to the base. Do you think you could bust through the door with your jets?"
Gir nodded happily. "I gots plenty o' fuel, so we can keep going, and going, and going..."
Zim sighed and shook his head. "Okay. Now let me just secure myself to you," he said, and he pulled one of the silk sheets out from under him. He tied one end around his waist, and the other around Gir. "This is here so I won't fall off if I can't hold on," Zim said, seeing Gir's confused face. Gir nodded.
"Okay...5...4...3...," Zim counted down.
"GO!" Gir said, ignoring the numbers. He blasted off the bed towards the door. Zim quickly grabbed for Gir's ears, but he couldn't keep his hold. His hands slipped off, and he felt the blanket tighten around his waist.
'Maybe that wasn't such a good idea after all,' Zim thought, the blanket cutting off his circulation. Gir busted through the door, Zim flying behind him helplessly like a kite. Zim watched people whiz by him, mostly startled scientists. One lady screamed and jumped out of the way, throwing her coffee cup in the air. Zim had to laugh.
"WEEEE!" Gir screamed happily. He made a sharp turn to the left. Zim quickly twisted around. His back smacked into the wall for a second, and then he was flung forward.
"GIR! Careful on the turns!" Zim yelled hoarsely.
"'kay."
Zim smiled. He couldn't believe how things had changed. He was actually going to make it out alive. 'Oooh...Dib's gonna be SO mad..,' Zim thought, snickering. 'I'm gonna make him pay...but how? Explosion? Naw...Laser? Too sloppy...Poison? That wouldn't be much fun...'
Gir made another turn, being careful not to go too sharp. He hummed a happy tune, giggling from time to time. He was glad to have his master back, even though he was a pale faced zombie. He spread his arms wide and screamed joyfully.
Out of no where, something grabbed Gir, bringing him to a stop. Zim flew ahead of Gir, feeling the blanket tighten even more. It eventually ripped in two, and Zim landed on the floor on his chin. He did a somersault, slid a little, and finally stopped.
"Oww...Gir?! Why'd you stop?!" Zim demanded, rubbing his head. He propped himself up with his elbow and looked behind him. He gasped, then looked down at the ground. Dib was standing against the wall with his arms crossed. He had Gir by the neck with a spider leg.
"Hello, Zim," Dib said haughtily. He picked at his nails. "How are you doing on this fine day?"
Zim grumbled angrily. He looked in the opposite direction of Dib and pretended he couldn't hear him.
"Did you actually believe that you were going to escape? Did you actually believe that I didn't know your little robot pal was here? I knew everything, Zim. I planned the whole thing," Dib said, and he walked toward Zim.
'How could I have been so STUPID?!' Zim thought, clenching his fists in fury. It wasn't fair. Dib had predicted his every move, his every reaction correctly. Dib stood next to Zim.
"You know, this is actually very ironic. Agent Blink told me that if you didn't cooperate and if Dr. Conway couldn't handle you, I'd get the case back and we'd go straight to the autopsy. Isn't it funny how things just played out?" Dib sneered. "Heh...you die tomorrow," he whispered.
Zim felt a pang of despair go through him, and he had to close his eyes and turn his head to the side. He'd been so close to victory. This was just cruel. Dib cleared his throat. "This doesn't mean I can't have a little fun first..," he said. Zim shuddered. Dib's definition of 'fun' usually involved pain. Zim forced himself up to a sitting position and scooted away from Dib until he bumped into the wall.
Dib watched Zim with interest. "You know, I don't know whether to pity you or laugh." Zim growled, but didn't look up at Dib. Dib looked over at Gir, who was still being held by the neck. He decided to throw the robot at the wall. Gir smacked into the wall, leaving a dent, and landed with a clang. Zim watched helplessly, and saw a few sparks come off of Gir's small body.
Dib turned to face Zim and glared. A thin cord slid out of the backpod slowly, and wrapped around Zim's frail body. Zim struggled against it and tried to pull free, but the cord tightened and kept him completely immobile. Dib pulled him close to his face and smiled. Zim didn't know whether to glare or look away, so he just blinked uncomfortably.
"Once the autopsy is done, you'll be put on display at a museum in Washington D.C. We'll even have a little gift shop with dolls of you. Pictures of you will fill the Internet, and students will do biology reports on you. I'll be world famous, rich, and happy. Doesn't that sound great?" Dib said, enjoying himself.
Zim sneezed in Dib's face. He hadn't meant to. He just had to get rid of the tickle in his throat. Dib's cheek twitched, and he wiped the snot off his face in disgust. He shook his hand around in the air, then wiped it on his lab coat. Zim snickered softly. Dib saw this and became furious. He tightened the cord to an extreme level, cutting off Zim's air and circulation. Zim gagged for a few moments, then gasped in relief when the cord finally loosened.
Dib giggle gleefully, then flung Zim at the wall. Zim smacked into it, face first, and landed on his back. He coughed miserably and rolled onto his stomach. He rubbed the back of his head and opened one eye halfway. He saw the cord flying at him, and forced himself up on his fours. He tried to scramble away, but the cord caught him by the foot. It raised him up in the air, and smacked him into the opposite wall. Zim heard something snap, and looked down at his left arm. It was bent in an unnatural way. The pain came quickly, and he wailed and cradled his arm.
Dib drew the cord back into the backpod and slowly approached Zim from behind. He put his hands behind his back and cupped them together. He stopped directly behind Zim, who was reeling in pain. Zim bit his tongue, sensing Dib behind him. He fought off what pain he could, and ignored what was left. He panted for a little while, and wiped the sweat off his face the best he could.
"I'll see you in the morning," Dib said, and he raised his foot high in the air behind him. Zim slowly turned around, confused. Dib grinned, then kicked Zim on the bottom of the chin as hard as he could. Zim yelped in surprise and was sent flying. He landed on top of Gir and fainted. Gir woke up, surprised at the sudden pressure on his body. He crawled out from under Zim and looked at him for a few moments. He pushed Zim's body in an attempt to wake him up. He lifted his arm up and felt how limp it was. He let go of it, and it fell the ground like dead weight.
Gir unzipped his doggy suit, then stared at his master's motionless body once more. His eye twitched, and something inside his head clicked. His vision turned red and he looked over at Dib. Dib was talking on a cell phone, asking for somebody to pick up Zim's body. Gir clenched his tiny fists and growled. The growl got louder, and soon became an angry shriek. Dib slowly turned around to see what was going on, and Gir tackled him.
"YOU HURT MY MASTER!" Gir yelled.
Oooo, Gir is angry! Heh...yeah. Uh, sorry for all the confusion folks. I'll try my best to save my work from now on. Yeah. Seeya.
-Crystal