pureVENOM: Mwa haha!! My BEAUTIFUL JtHM book, and Squee's Wonderful Big Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors arrived on February twelfth!! I read them both within two days. Sigh. I want mooore... I want IFS!!
Heh. I was NOT expecting to like Nny THIS much! He is just plain... ADORABLE!!! ...When he's not cursing or killing/torturing people. And his little speeches are great too! I'm not sure who I like better-- Zim or Nny!! But, I love them both in their own special ways. **squeals high-pitchedly**
Well, I only got one review so far saying whether the new Wing should be male or female, and that one said girl. ^.^ Thankies, Moo!! (I can call ya that, right??) **is suddenly attacked by moo-cans. Even the one that was replaced with Dib's lung.**
Sigh, I have to work on this chapter quickly. I'm going to my grandpa's place tomorrow, and they don't have a computer with internet access. OMG, trapped with my MONTROUS (this time, it ISN'T a compliment) family for FOUR days in that boring inferno...
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Chapter Four (I think... preeetty sure...): The Taco-y Kraziness
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*** The House of the Dib-mortal
Dib sighed. Zim and Fausta were up to something! They may not be working together, but they were definitely up to SOMETHING during the last day of the weekend!!
The paranormal-crazed boy looked up at the large, note-filled calendar nailed against his bedroom wall. The Equinox wasn't for another two whole weeks. Hmph.
He rubbed some bruises on his arm and side gingerly. The catapult trip back home yesterday was not fun.
Zim... Fausta... What were each of them up to...? Something evil... Something... NOT-good...
*** At some TV station in the city
The Irken stepped into the TV station boldly, all dressed up in his normal hi-skooler disguise. He dragged GIR by a leash about his green puppy-disguised neck.
A very bored looking guard stood at Zim's side. "Whadda ya want, kiddo..?" He yawned, revealing teeth even yellower than the alien's. The guard then attempted to twirl his big stun-gun, but succeeded only in shocking himself. "Ow."
A little name taggy-thing was pinned to his chest pocket, stating: 'My name is Jan. If I forget that, remind me, please.'
"I wish to pass by you, filthy TV-slave-Jan!! Do not get in the way of ZIM!" And with that, Zim hurried past the guard.
"Hey, hold up there, greeny." The guard aimed his stunner at the intruder.
Zim scowled. He didn't want to use the support items THIS early. But he didn't want to have to deal with any security-slaves either.
"SILENCE, slave-beast! Silence, and you shall receive..." the Irken reached into a pocket at the side of his sleeveless black jacket and picked up a taco. "A taco of the Krazy Taco Man!! The taco COMMANDS you!"
He then tossed the taco aways past the guard, sending the guard to go chasing after it like the obedient dog he was deep down in his taco-loving heart.
"TACOOOO!!!!" GIR and the guard both shouted. The guard, with happiness as he pounced upon his delicious prize, and GIR in pain, as he watched the Human tear into the food item.
"Be QUIET, GIR." Zim dragged GIR a little faster, searching for the certain room. He stopped at one, after a bit of walking. "AHAH!! The mighty Zim has prevailed yet AGAIN!! Ah, my GENIUS amazes even ME!"
GIR closed his eyes happily and gave his master a thumbs up. "Whee!! It a-maze-ez ME TOO, Master!!"
*** Fausta AND Faust's Earthen base. Darn it. I want him to MOVE!
"Yes, that's it. I think I'll go with Operation DARK." Fausta had finally made up her mind. World domination plans weren't something you just hurried along with, you know! Or was it just her..?
She kicked her legs, that were hanging over the edge of her black and deep green bed, lightly, and flicked the tips of her onyx wings.
"I wonder how many more Credits I need to become a Jasper Wing," Fausta pondered aloud. The Jasper rank was after Onyx. She stared up from where she lay quietly.
The fish swimming above her, in the transparent ceiling, were so bright and prettiful. The Wing smiled as a lovely ribbon-like eel of brilliant yellow glided past.
"Maybe they're hungry now... Computer, it is feeding time for the sea creatures."
Her words were replied with an "Affirmative," and some mechanical noises were heard. A little flood of live brine shrimp and feeder fish were being let loose into the vast watery expanses of the tanks, she knew. Another feeding, another day of non-hunger for her pets.
*** TV station
"Excuse me, young man, but you're not authorized to be--"
"Not AUTHORIZED!?" Zim demanded to the camera-man heatedly. "There is no one oh-so AUTHORIZED as ZIM!!"
The camera-man opened his noise-tube, about to protest.
Zim sighed and brandished a taco. "Good camera-beast. Go get the taco. The taco!!" The Irken tossed it to the far side of the room. The camera-Human went scrambling after it.
GIR whimpered a bit at this. "Mooseys... Reh."
Zim cackled evilly a bit, then proceeded to where THE Krazy Taco Man was working on a new commercial.
"Yeah, so come to the Kraaazy Taco! PLEASE, or my mom will hurt me with the mop again! And, and, my manager will feed me to his salamanders!! OH, DEAR BURRITO!! THE SALAMANDERS!!!" The Taco Man began punching himself in the face very violently.
Tiring of the sickening stupidity of Humans, Zim threw GIR at the Taco Man, knocking him off the stage. GIR, in turn, began chewing on the Krazy Taco Man's costume.
"Mmm!! Your clothes look good, and taste yummy, Mr. Taco-Man!!" GIR complimented through bites of painted styrofoam. "Even better than taquitos!!"
The Taco Man began to laugh maniacally. "Taquitos? TAQUITOS!? DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH THE TAQUITOS!!! Sweet jumping chili bean of jumping, I'm KRAZY!!!"
GIR clapped in glee, chewing on costume bits.
Zim on the other hand... He adjusted his wig, and put on the same malicious grin we've all seen him do so many times, displaying his dull yellow, zipper-like teeth.
"People of our filthy planet, come forward and buy the tacos of the Krazy Taco, which is now owned by me. ZIM!!!"
The Irken raised his face and gloved hands, and started cackling, but quickly caught himself. He cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Excuse me, but uh... the, the STAGE LIGHTS, yes. The stage lights are very tickly! Hm."
Zim grinned at his sheer genius. WHO ELSE would have thought of something like that??
"Yes, ah, anyhow." He picked a taco from his pocket yet again. "The tacos command you, Human stink-beasts! Buy, and worship the almighty ZIM as your great and unquestionable RULER!"
*** House of the Dib and Gaz
Gaz groaned as Zim began laughing very loudly again, and pressed the mute button. She glared at her big brother who sat upon the opposite side of the couch.
"Dib! Can't you sneak over to Zim, where ever he is again, and make him BE QUIET? I want this commercial to END so I can watch the rabid chickens tearing up the moose."
Dib looked up from studying his note-book on Zim and Fausta. "Huh? Zim? Commercial? END? What?" The Human then saw his rival laughing on TV. "WHAT THE--!?!?"
He fled back to his room to plot out his moves.
Gaz raised a deep violet brow and flicked on her GameSlaveMasterIV. Those mutated Doom Pigs were just BEGGING to face her BaconCrisper-2000 in the last game, with all their mud-flinging.
*** Fausta and Faust's Earthen base
Faust took a sip of his Classic Poop, savoring the bubbly caffieney-ness, watching the wall of an aquarium with his little cousin. They found their pets much more interesting to gaze upon than the Humans' insidious television.
Fausta sipped at her Cheery Poop. Poop was about the only good Human food, and the Wing duo loved it.
"Hey, I thought I saw an Irken teenager spouting some taco-worshipping-garbage on TV this morning, cousin." Faust brushed back his naturally spiky ebony strands of hair. "Is it just me, or something?"
"Hm? Zim. Nah, it's just some wannabe Invader. Don't worry about him." The Onyx Wing pointed at a nearly invisible creature hiding amongst the countless tentacles of a large carpet anemone. "Look, Faust. Another glass shrimp! Isn't it lovely?"
The Platinum Wing scrutinized the area carefully. "Ah! That makes the seventeenth one we've spotted today."
Fausta smiled, quite un-upset. She was feeling rather happy. Spending quality time with her big cousin was nice, but she'd still rather be off killing someone, or conquering something. She took a swig of Cherry Poop, and fluffed up her wings.
Perhaps she'd start Operation DARK sometime during the skool week.
*** Hi Skool-- Monday morning
Mr. Bitters scowled at Zim as he walked into class. "It seems you've healed well during the weekend, Zim."
Zim faked a happy voice. "Oh yes! And what a magnificent period of healing it was! Such mending of skin and bones! ...It was wonderful." He rushed to take his seat before the instructor could do something about his standing.
Dib glared at the sitting Irken. "Zim."
The alien cocked his head slightly, narrowing his lavender-lensed eyes. "Hm? What is it, Human-worm? I can't believe I'm saying this, but shouldn't you be worrying yourself about the un-presence of the Wing-beast, instead of me??"
Dib glanced at Fausta's empty seat. "I guess, but I still have something to say to you--"
The bell to begin class rang. Very loudly. Everyone covered his or her ears, except for Zim, who didn't have ears, and just ground his teeth together, clenching the sides of his desk, and Mr. Bitters, who didn't seemed to be harmed by anything.
The Onyx Wing, hurried into class, panting a bit. Her wings, were gone, of course, making her seem like a mere Human.
"Please forgive my tardiness, Sir! There was a bug in the house's computer! Literally. It caused a large probl--"
Mr. Bitters hissed angrily. "Be quiet, boy, or I'll have you hanging by your filthy, long hair from the ceiling fan. I haven't done that to someone in a WHILE."
Fausta ignored the "boy" part, and sulked to her seat, as Bitters began scribbling something onto the board. Her hair wasn't "filthy"... Foolish... non-Human.. creature-guy.
"Why IS that trailing mop of fur you call 'hair' so long, anyway, Wing-beast?" Zim frowned, wondering if there had really been a problem with her computer. "You should keep that filthy thing to a more controllable length. It reaches past your bu--"
"Do you DARE to IMPLY that I cut my beautiful hair??" Fausta demanded, cutting Zim off, her eyes blazing. She liked her long dark brown tresses. The Wing then shrugged. "Not that it would matter if I cut it or not, since I could just make it grow back within seconds. Anyhoo, Irken-mortal, this morning's computer problem has left me quite irritated. Leave me alone."
The Irken stopped his conversation with the Wing, not wanting to get hurt.
"So anyhow, Zim," Dib started again. "I SAW you on that Krazy Taco commercial. I KNOW you're up to something. And I'm GOING to STOP you." His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits behind his gleaming glasses.
"Heh. Yes, poor, sad, little Earth-monkey." Zim grinned.
"Hey! You can't call me little! I'm an inch taller than you!!" the Human retorted.
Fausta rolled her eyes. "Height," she scoffed. "What does it have to do with anything in this world? It doesn't display your intelligence, or show your soul--"
"Oh you're just jealous, that Zim's an inch taller than YOU!" Dib interrupted her.
Fausta growled.
"You guys were talking about the Krazy Taco, right??" The Letter M suddenly asked, making sure that the teacher was busy writing.
"Yes, we were, Human worm-baby," Zim replied unusually cheerfully. "Purchase your disgusting Human FILTH there and worship the TRUE owner of the--"
"Sheesh, it's all about the Sii-co Taquito now!" The Letter M scoffed. "The Krazy Taco is now a thing of the past!"
"WHAAAT!?" Zim leapt to his feet. "What is this 'psyyyycho Taquito'!?!"
"It's a new taco/burrito/taquito/fries fastfood restaurant," Spoo chipped into the conversation. "The Sii-co Taquito ROCKS!!!"
The rest of the class cheered in agreement.
Zim groaned in frustration and began slamming his head upon his desk. Think Career Day.
"Hm? We miss something?" Dib and Fausta questioned their Irken rival's behavior.
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pureVENOM: Aww! Poor Zimmy! His evil little plan didn't work!! ^__^ Wow, I haven't done this face in a LONG time!
Hey, whadda you all think of Fausta, anyway?? She a worthy enough character to read of? I kinda like her. Well, she sorta is me. A really, really mean me.
Review me, please!!
REVIEWER SELECTION:
Hey, should the new Wing, who is going to be a girl, thanks to Moo's vote, be named Lilith or Ferona??
I personally like the name Lilith better, but I think Ferona is a very nice name as well. It sounds sorta like ferocious, ya know?? And she's gonna be a MEAN young lady!!
Moral of this Chapter:
Psychoness is better than craziness.
Heh. I was NOT expecting to like Nny THIS much! He is just plain... ADORABLE!!! ...When he's not cursing or killing/torturing people. And his little speeches are great too! I'm not sure who I like better-- Zim or Nny!! But, I love them both in their own special ways. **squeals high-pitchedly**
Well, I only got one review so far saying whether the new Wing should be male or female, and that one said girl. ^.^ Thankies, Moo!! (I can call ya that, right??) **is suddenly attacked by moo-cans. Even the one that was replaced with Dib's lung.**
Sigh, I have to work on this chapter quickly. I'm going to my grandpa's place tomorrow, and they don't have a computer with internet access. OMG, trapped with my MONTROUS (this time, it ISN'T a compliment) family for FOUR days in that boring inferno...
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Chapter Four (I think... preeetty sure...): The Taco-y Kraziness
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*** The House of the Dib-mortal
Dib sighed. Zim and Fausta were up to something! They may not be working together, but they were definitely up to SOMETHING during the last day of the weekend!!
The paranormal-crazed boy looked up at the large, note-filled calendar nailed against his bedroom wall. The Equinox wasn't for another two whole weeks. Hmph.
He rubbed some bruises on his arm and side gingerly. The catapult trip back home yesterday was not fun.
Zim... Fausta... What were each of them up to...? Something evil... Something... NOT-good...
*** At some TV station in the city
The Irken stepped into the TV station boldly, all dressed up in his normal hi-skooler disguise. He dragged GIR by a leash about his green puppy-disguised neck.
A very bored looking guard stood at Zim's side. "Whadda ya want, kiddo..?" He yawned, revealing teeth even yellower than the alien's. The guard then attempted to twirl his big stun-gun, but succeeded only in shocking himself. "Ow."
A little name taggy-thing was pinned to his chest pocket, stating: 'My name is Jan. If I forget that, remind me, please.'
"I wish to pass by you, filthy TV-slave-Jan!! Do not get in the way of ZIM!" And with that, Zim hurried past the guard.
"Hey, hold up there, greeny." The guard aimed his stunner at the intruder.
Zim scowled. He didn't want to use the support items THIS early. But he didn't want to have to deal with any security-slaves either.
"SILENCE, slave-beast! Silence, and you shall receive..." the Irken reached into a pocket at the side of his sleeveless black jacket and picked up a taco. "A taco of the Krazy Taco Man!! The taco COMMANDS you!"
He then tossed the taco aways past the guard, sending the guard to go chasing after it like the obedient dog he was deep down in his taco-loving heart.
"TACOOOO!!!!" GIR and the guard both shouted. The guard, with happiness as he pounced upon his delicious prize, and GIR in pain, as he watched the Human tear into the food item.
"Be QUIET, GIR." Zim dragged GIR a little faster, searching for the certain room. He stopped at one, after a bit of walking. "AHAH!! The mighty Zim has prevailed yet AGAIN!! Ah, my GENIUS amazes even ME!"
GIR closed his eyes happily and gave his master a thumbs up. "Whee!! It a-maze-ez ME TOO, Master!!"
*** Fausta AND Faust's Earthen base. Darn it. I want him to MOVE!
"Yes, that's it. I think I'll go with Operation DARK." Fausta had finally made up her mind. World domination plans weren't something you just hurried along with, you know! Or was it just her..?
She kicked her legs, that were hanging over the edge of her black and deep green bed, lightly, and flicked the tips of her onyx wings.
"I wonder how many more Credits I need to become a Jasper Wing," Fausta pondered aloud. The Jasper rank was after Onyx. She stared up from where she lay quietly.
The fish swimming above her, in the transparent ceiling, were so bright and prettiful. The Wing smiled as a lovely ribbon-like eel of brilliant yellow glided past.
"Maybe they're hungry now... Computer, it is feeding time for the sea creatures."
Her words were replied with an "Affirmative," and some mechanical noises were heard. A little flood of live brine shrimp and feeder fish were being let loose into the vast watery expanses of the tanks, she knew. Another feeding, another day of non-hunger for her pets.
*** TV station
"Excuse me, young man, but you're not authorized to be--"
"Not AUTHORIZED!?" Zim demanded to the camera-man heatedly. "There is no one oh-so AUTHORIZED as ZIM!!"
The camera-man opened his noise-tube, about to protest.
Zim sighed and brandished a taco. "Good camera-beast. Go get the taco. The taco!!" The Irken tossed it to the far side of the room. The camera-Human went scrambling after it.
GIR whimpered a bit at this. "Mooseys... Reh."
Zim cackled evilly a bit, then proceeded to where THE Krazy Taco Man was working on a new commercial.
"Yeah, so come to the Kraaazy Taco! PLEASE, or my mom will hurt me with the mop again! And, and, my manager will feed me to his salamanders!! OH, DEAR BURRITO!! THE SALAMANDERS!!!" The Taco Man began punching himself in the face very violently.
Tiring of the sickening stupidity of Humans, Zim threw GIR at the Taco Man, knocking him off the stage. GIR, in turn, began chewing on the Krazy Taco Man's costume.
"Mmm!! Your clothes look good, and taste yummy, Mr. Taco-Man!!" GIR complimented through bites of painted styrofoam. "Even better than taquitos!!"
The Taco Man began to laugh maniacally. "Taquitos? TAQUITOS!? DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED WITH THE TAQUITOS!!! Sweet jumping chili bean of jumping, I'm KRAZY!!!"
GIR clapped in glee, chewing on costume bits.
Zim on the other hand... He adjusted his wig, and put on the same malicious grin we've all seen him do so many times, displaying his dull yellow, zipper-like teeth.
"People of our filthy planet, come forward and buy the tacos of the Krazy Taco, which is now owned by me. ZIM!!!"
The Irken raised his face and gloved hands, and started cackling, but quickly caught himself. He cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Excuse me, but uh... the, the STAGE LIGHTS, yes. The stage lights are very tickly! Hm."
Zim grinned at his sheer genius. WHO ELSE would have thought of something like that??
"Yes, ah, anyhow." He picked a taco from his pocket yet again. "The tacos command you, Human stink-beasts! Buy, and worship the almighty ZIM as your great and unquestionable RULER!"
*** House of the Dib and Gaz
Gaz groaned as Zim began laughing very loudly again, and pressed the mute button. She glared at her big brother who sat upon the opposite side of the couch.
"Dib! Can't you sneak over to Zim, where ever he is again, and make him BE QUIET? I want this commercial to END so I can watch the rabid chickens tearing up the moose."
Dib looked up from studying his note-book on Zim and Fausta. "Huh? Zim? Commercial? END? What?" The Human then saw his rival laughing on TV. "WHAT THE--!?!?"
He fled back to his room to plot out his moves.
Gaz raised a deep violet brow and flicked on her GameSlaveMasterIV. Those mutated Doom Pigs were just BEGGING to face her BaconCrisper-2000 in the last game, with all their mud-flinging.
*** Fausta and Faust's Earthen base
Faust took a sip of his Classic Poop, savoring the bubbly caffieney-ness, watching the wall of an aquarium with his little cousin. They found their pets much more interesting to gaze upon than the Humans' insidious television.
Fausta sipped at her Cheery Poop. Poop was about the only good Human food, and the Wing duo loved it.
"Hey, I thought I saw an Irken teenager spouting some taco-worshipping-garbage on TV this morning, cousin." Faust brushed back his naturally spiky ebony strands of hair. "Is it just me, or something?"
"Hm? Zim. Nah, it's just some wannabe Invader. Don't worry about him." The Onyx Wing pointed at a nearly invisible creature hiding amongst the countless tentacles of a large carpet anemone. "Look, Faust. Another glass shrimp! Isn't it lovely?"
The Platinum Wing scrutinized the area carefully. "Ah! That makes the seventeenth one we've spotted today."
Fausta smiled, quite un-upset. She was feeling rather happy. Spending quality time with her big cousin was nice, but she'd still rather be off killing someone, or conquering something. She took a swig of Cherry Poop, and fluffed up her wings.
Perhaps she'd start Operation DARK sometime during the skool week.
*** Hi Skool-- Monday morning
Mr. Bitters scowled at Zim as he walked into class. "It seems you've healed well during the weekend, Zim."
Zim faked a happy voice. "Oh yes! And what a magnificent period of healing it was! Such mending of skin and bones! ...It was wonderful." He rushed to take his seat before the instructor could do something about his standing.
Dib glared at the sitting Irken. "Zim."
The alien cocked his head slightly, narrowing his lavender-lensed eyes. "Hm? What is it, Human-worm? I can't believe I'm saying this, but shouldn't you be worrying yourself about the un-presence of the Wing-beast, instead of me??"
Dib glanced at Fausta's empty seat. "I guess, but I still have something to say to you--"
The bell to begin class rang. Very loudly. Everyone covered his or her ears, except for Zim, who didn't have ears, and just ground his teeth together, clenching the sides of his desk, and Mr. Bitters, who didn't seemed to be harmed by anything.
The Onyx Wing, hurried into class, panting a bit. Her wings, were gone, of course, making her seem like a mere Human.
"Please forgive my tardiness, Sir! There was a bug in the house's computer! Literally. It caused a large probl--"
Mr. Bitters hissed angrily. "Be quiet, boy, or I'll have you hanging by your filthy, long hair from the ceiling fan. I haven't done that to someone in a WHILE."
Fausta ignored the "boy" part, and sulked to her seat, as Bitters began scribbling something onto the board. Her hair wasn't "filthy"... Foolish... non-Human.. creature-guy.
"Why IS that trailing mop of fur you call 'hair' so long, anyway, Wing-beast?" Zim frowned, wondering if there had really been a problem with her computer. "You should keep that filthy thing to a more controllable length. It reaches past your bu--"
"Do you DARE to IMPLY that I cut my beautiful hair??" Fausta demanded, cutting Zim off, her eyes blazing. She liked her long dark brown tresses. The Wing then shrugged. "Not that it would matter if I cut it or not, since I could just make it grow back within seconds. Anyhoo, Irken-mortal, this morning's computer problem has left me quite irritated. Leave me alone."
The Irken stopped his conversation with the Wing, not wanting to get hurt.
"So anyhow, Zim," Dib started again. "I SAW you on that Krazy Taco commercial. I KNOW you're up to something. And I'm GOING to STOP you." His eyes narrowed to dangerous slits behind his gleaming glasses.
"Heh. Yes, poor, sad, little Earth-monkey." Zim grinned.
"Hey! You can't call me little! I'm an inch taller than you!!" the Human retorted.
Fausta rolled her eyes. "Height," she scoffed. "What does it have to do with anything in this world? It doesn't display your intelligence, or show your soul--"
"Oh you're just jealous, that Zim's an inch taller than YOU!" Dib interrupted her.
Fausta growled.
"You guys were talking about the Krazy Taco, right??" The Letter M suddenly asked, making sure that the teacher was busy writing.
"Yes, we were, Human worm-baby," Zim replied unusually cheerfully. "Purchase your disgusting Human FILTH there and worship the TRUE owner of the--"
"Sheesh, it's all about the Sii-co Taquito now!" The Letter M scoffed. "The Krazy Taco is now a thing of the past!"
"WHAAAT!?" Zim leapt to his feet. "What is this 'psyyyycho Taquito'!?!"
"It's a new taco/burrito/taquito/fries fastfood restaurant," Spoo chipped into the conversation. "The Sii-co Taquito ROCKS!!!"
The rest of the class cheered in agreement.
Zim groaned in frustration and began slamming his head upon his desk. Think Career Day.
"Hm? We miss something?" Dib and Fausta questioned their Irken rival's behavior.
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pureVENOM: Aww! Poor Zimmy! His evil little plan didn't work!! ^__^ Wow, I haven't done this face in a LONG time!
Hey, whadda you all think of Fausta, anyway?? She a worthy enough character to read of? I kinda like her. Well, she sorta is me. A really, really mean me.
Review me, please!!
REVIEWER SELECTION:
Hey, should the new Wing, who is going to be a girl, thanks to Moo's vote, be named Lilith or Ferona??
I personally like the name Lilith better, but I think Ferona is a very nice name as well. It sounds sorta like ferocious, ya know?? And she's gonna be a MEAN young lady!!
Moral of this Chapter:
Psychoness is better than craziness.