pureVENOM: Hey, miss me, peoplez!? Mwa hahaha!!! I'm currently listening to a LOVELY song! Some "Impending Doom Mix" I saw in Gir's IZ site. I like it much..... **squeals in sheer delight**
Hehe! Anyway, lots of classroom tensions here!
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Chapter Eight: Skool-Time DOOM
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Fausta stood back and watched with a blank expression as Dib chased the shouting Zim around the Hi Skool Campus, trying to get his diguise-wig off; she didn't want to get involved in this little quarrel.
"CURSE YOU, FILTHY-HUUUMAN!! CURSE YOOOOU!!!"
"Your curses don't bother ME, Zim! I'll expose you to the world as what you really ARE!! ...Again!!"
The Dib-Human had captured Zim once before, a month or so ago, and had turned him in to a group of renown scientists. They, as well as quite of bit of their guards and such, were soon after, killed, and the Irken had been rescued by a rocket-happy GIR, who'd been sent by Fausta. Dib hadn't been glad about that.
"Don't make me wreak sweet vengeance upon you again, Earth-monkey! Instead of a bologna, next time-- I'll... do something like... the Scary Monkey, or Chocolate Bubblegum!!"
"You WOULDN'T!!"
"Oh yes, I WOULD!!"
"Oh, you ROTTEN, ALIEN MONSTER!!" Dib stopped to throw a little pebble that surprisingly hit Zim, bouncing off his green head.
The Onyx Wing had to snicker at that.
"You WRETCHED, FILTH-PIG-WEASIL-PIG!!!" Zim growled, holding his head.
The screamed word 'wretched' rose some old memories. "Hah! Maybe instead of exposing you, I'll just find some way to trap you in the world of the Halloweenies!!"
"HALLOWEENIES!? Zim has braved FAR more frightening things than those deformed creatures that reside within your disturbed, disturbingly large head!!"
"MY HEAD'S NOT BIG!"
"Hey, will you two stop playing around, already?" Fausta declared, exasperated by their insipid, inside-threats. "Skool starts in a few minutes. I don't want Mr. Bitters to get in a bad mood if you two are late!"
The two male rivals thought this through quickly and decided to head for the classroom.
As the three were walking PEACEFULLY to Bitters's room, Fausta glanced at Dib. "You know, Human. Your head is actually a lot bigger than average, now that Zim mentions it."
He gave the Wing a horrified look. "Not YOU too!!"
Fausta grinned devilishly, and shifted her back pack slightly since it was starting to cut off the blood-circulation to her right shoulder. "Hehe.."
"You see, Dib-monkey!? Even the Wing-beast agrees with me!" the Irken declared with pride.
Dib rolled his eyes and shot a look at the Wing Invader. "Oh. You mean the 'schizoid'?"
The Onyx Wing glared evilly at him.
*** The class of Bitters
The trio sat to their corresponding seats; the bell ringing immediately afterwards.
"So, ALL THREE of you are on time..." Bitters growled from the front desk.
Fausta and Zim saluted curtly. "Yes, Sir!"
The Dib snorted. "Kiss-ups."
The two invaders didn't take well to the insult and threw some paper balls at him once the instructor had turned around.
"Ow, ow! HEY!" The Dib-Human brushed at the back of his neck where a pointy piece of paper had poked him.
"Be quiet, Dib, before I rip out that scythe of hair you have, and scarf it down your pathetic throat," Bitters warned from the front board, silencing everyone who'd been talking at the moment.
(The author is becoming restless, and is running low on time. So, she's going to speed things up a bit!!)
Fausta sighed slightly, and tapped the eraser side of her pencil against her desk top soundlessly. Zim was occupying his time balancing his own writing implement on his green upper lip. Dib went back and forth from watching his two non-Human enemies and strange teacher.
The Onyx Wing, absentmindedly, took out her notebook, and began jotting down random nonsense. 'ALL FEAR BITTERS' or 'RAISE SOME DOOM' and 'THIS PLANET OF SWEET GOUDA CHEESE IS MINE!'
Fausta stifled a giggle at her last sentence. Gouda cheese was yummy. She had it for the first time with her friend, GIR. 'FRIEND'!? The lead tip of her pencil snapped against the messy sheet of paper. She snorted. She had no FRIENDS. She didn't need them either. It must be some residue of the horrible Kil, floating around in her consciousness. That's all.
Dib noticed the Wing's sudden wave of surprise. She seemed to do stuff like this a lot. Maybe her brain was unstable or SOMETHING.
"So you see, children, THAT is why flamingoes are pink, and will be the eventual DOOM of our planet..." Mr. Bitters scowled and pointed to the picture of a pinkish-red flamingo on the chalk board.
"Mr. Bitters!"
The non-Human teacher narrowed his eyes behind his gleaming, oval spectacles. "Yes, Spoo? Are those stupid, DOOMed raccoon-mongooses I unleashed on you yesterday still chewing on your feet, or do you have a question?"
The pale child blinked his quivering azure eyes. "I have a question, Sir. What do flamingoes and the doom of the world have to do with Geometry?"
Mr. Bitters rose a silvery brow. "Are you saying that the EVIL conspiracy behind the pinkness of marine birds, and the fate of our world is not WORTHY enough to be conversed about in the classroom, Spoo?"
The boy contemplated this. "N-no, Sir--"
"Do you not CARE about the future of Earth, and the stopping of these foul water fowl, SPOO??" he continued, in a raspier voice than normal.
The student was shivering in terror. "No--"
"Well, I sure don't. Who gives a flying fig about stupid pink birds who want to destroy the world, anyway?" Mr. Bitters began to drone on about the flamingoes and their plans again.
Zim was remotely interested. "What is with this airborne fruit?" he pondered aloud. The instructor had often said 'flying fig' to the class, but the Irken could never discover its underlying meaning.
"Those lousy, DOOMed flappy creatures," Bitters continued.
Fausta took a bit of offense.
"They're all DOOMed. And we're all DOOMed. Everything's just DOOMe--"
The DOOMing teacher was interuptted by the crisp sound of shattering glass. An all-too-familiar person crounched down, covering her golden-haired head from the crystalinne rain.
Fausta leapt up from her seat. "YOU! Leave me alone!! I just want to invade this planet and be all normal!!"
Dib looked up at his classmates to see if any of them had heard what the Invader had just admitted to. They were all too busy gawking at Lilith and the broken glass.
Melvin shuddered a bit. "M-Mr. Bitterss... I-I'm a-- I'm SCARED OF BROKEN GLASS!!" And with that, the glass-phobiac boy ran screaming, into the hallway.
Well, haven't you ever wondered HOW his head was able to disconnect with his Human shoulders? Answer-- BROKEN. GLASS.
Hey, if YOUR head was lopped off by broken glass, you'd be scared too! ...Huh?? Why's he still alive?? How in Irk would I know!? I'm just the author!! Um... I mean... I'm only a figment of your fanfic-crazed imagination... WhoooOoOo...
Lilith shook the shards from her back and hair, and leveled a single dagger. "Draw your weapon, Onyx Wing," she growled lowly.
The Wing Invader shook her head wildly, but took out her own blade anyway, as if for comfort, or moral support. "By the Infernoes, no! I'm not a warrior! Who SENT you anyway!?"
Dib watched happily from his seat. Zim, however, looked a bit unnerved by this all. He reached a gloved talon into a coat pocket, and grasped the handle of his blaster.
"Young lady, may I ask you to leave my classroom?"
All heads turned to Bitters. He had no fear whatsoever depicted on his withered face, and cracked his knuckles dangerously.
The Steel Wing gave a disbelieving and arrogant 'hmph'. "Some old Demi-Human?" She pointed the tip of her dagger at the snarling teacher. "Don't get in the way of my job."
Bitters's eyes widened in shock. "YOU'RE threatening ME, girl? And in my own enviroment??" He slithered with a hissing effect, over his desk, and over to the mercenary, meeting her face-to-face. "I'm no 'DEMI-HUMAN', child," he growled. "I don't even know what the horrid thing IS, but just get out before I use those pretty steel wings of yours as fodder for my army of roaches!"
Lilith was in truth intimidated by the strange, un-fearing behavior of the non-Human, but showed nothing of it. "I'll leave your territory, 'SIR', once I finish my mission."
"NO one tortures or kills my students with out my permission, but ME." The instructor hissed menacingly and the room darkened visibly.
The Steel Wing took an involuntary step back. This man obviously owned vast power. "Then.. may I receive your permission to destroy the Onyx Wing?"
"You mean that stupid boy, Fausta?"
Lilith looked confused. "Um, yes. Fausta. The girl."
Bitters shook his head. "No... I don't have a female Fausta. Look here." He showed his classroom papers to the mercenary. "Fausta's a boy."
The mercenary furrowed her brows. She didn't want to get into a stupid argument with the instructor. "Yeah, him."
Dib and Zim snickered a bit.
Fausta glared at her two rivals. "I CAN'T believe you guys can LAUGH at a time like this! ...And for such a DUMB reason!"
Mr. Bitters ignored his students. "Yeah, go ahead and kill him. I have too many students anyway. Everyone ELSE, work in your textbooks, until I say you're done."
The Wing Invader put on a bewildered expression as everyone went to work on their books. "Bitters!! Sir! Please, DON'T!"
It was too late. The Onyx Wing attempted to dodge a leaping slash from her Wingen attacker, but received a shallow gash in the left shoulder. Her Wing Invader body kept most of the blood cells in check, but a little bit flowed through the torn skin and coat fabric.
It was time to freak out.
She couldn't manuveur properly about the classroom with all those tall desks in the way. The Onyx Wing let let Wins emerge from her back, having the knife-sharp feathers slice through the back of her T-shirt and coat.
She could use the vast span of her wings as a makeshift shield, and use them to help hop about the room.
"Mr. Bitters!! Don't be so cruel!! STOP HER!!" she cried, flapping/jumping past the front desk as Lilith pursued her.
Zim wondered if he should help the invader. He felt a LITTLE sorry for her. Being helplessly chased by some trained, blood-thirsy killer and all. He remembered the instructor's assignment. Textbook. He continued scribbling down answers. Oh well. The schizoid, flappy-beast deserved as much. Thinking SHE would rule this pitiful dirt-ball, instead of ZIM!
"Hey, Wing Mercenary!! Who sent you, huh!? Couldn't you AT LEAST tell me that!?" Fausta shrieked, hopping a few desks away. "And what're thay paying you!? I can easily double the amount, whatever it is!!"
Lilith wasn't a talkative person. "The identity of a Wing Mercenarys' clients and their intentions are ALWAYS confidential, Invader. And you CAN'T double what I'm going to get for destroying you and a select other few Wings." She took a ferocious lunge, and started thinking about using a Cherry-bomb.
"Why not!? I'm the cousin AND student of a Platinum Wing!! You think I--"
"I'm going to become an Invader."
Fausta almost stopped. But the pressure of the moment kept her on her toes. "What!?" She flared her wings in disbelief.
Dib and Zim were now both secretly watching this. It was getting too good for them to just ignore.
"I'm going to have all the glory, power, name, strength, and abilities you Wing INVADERS have," Lilith spat disdainfully. "I'm NOT going to be just some second or first rank MERCENARY anymore. I'm not going to be walked all over, or used as some tool of destruction and DOOM anymore!"
"Wow. Inter-species conflict..." Dib mumured to himself, jotting notes down.
"Oh." Fausta's wings drooped. "Uh..." She sprinted for the front exit of the room.
Lilith was about to let her target escape. She tossed the Cherry-bomb at the door, and they exploded on impact with the hard, wooden surface.
Fausta, burned severely, headed the opposite direction; the front door was gone, buried in skool-brick rubble. There was still the back door, and the option of windows.
"THAT'S IT! Wing Steel, Steel Wing, Wingy Mercenary, I don't care what they call you! Just get out!! That was the ONLY front door I had!! I use it to hang bad students by their toenails on! And you just exploded it!" Mr. Bitters slithered to the top of his desk.
He had never been THIS angry before.
Lilith felt the unhappiful aura radiated from the teacher of darkness. She shrunk back and bowed curtly. "I apologize, Sir, but can easily repai--"
"Out NOW. BEFORE I sic my army of rabid, fanged raoches on you." His spectacled eyes narowed o silver slits.
The mercenary was torn. She scolwed. There were always more days. "Alright, Sir. I'll leave, with out any further incident." The Steel Wing glared at Fausta. "I'll finish you probably NEXT TIME, Invader." She turned, and leapt out of the broken windows.
Fausta retracted her wings and had the skin grow back over her shoulder wound, and sat back at her desk as if nothing had ever happened.
"Whew! Better watch out, next time then, huh, Fausta??" Dib sneered gleefully.
Fausta shot him an unhappy look.
"Dib! Be quiet now! You have to clean up that rubble there, in the front of the class after skool today!"
"wh...?"
"Talking BACK, Dib!?" Bitters snarled. "Am I getting too liberal!? You clean AND install a new door now!!"
Dib's face fell. Fausta and Zim exchanged grins.
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pureVENOM: Hey, how's this?? I think there's too much of Lil and Fausta.
I'm going to try to have the next chapter star Zim, Dib, Fausta, GIR, Lil, and Nny. Fausta has a demented little plan to RID herself of her horrible, would-be killer... Much strangeness to come!! Mwa haha... I like the idea for the next chapter! It may last several chapters to be solved, I think. Not sure.
Review me!!
The Lesson for This Chapter: DON'T argue with your evil teachers... Just DON'T.
Hehe! Anyway, lots of classroom tensions here!
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Chapter Eight: Skool-Time DOOM
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Fausta stood back and watched with a blank expression as Dib chased the shouting Zim around the Hi Skool Campus, trying to get his diguise-wig off; she didn't want to get involved in this little quarrel.
"CURSE YOU, FILTHY-HUUUMAN!! CURSE YOOOOU!!!"
"Your curses don't bother ME, Zim! I'll expose you to the world as what you really ARE!! ...Again!!"
The Dib-Human had captured Zim once before, a month or so ago, and had turned him in to a group of renown scientists. They, as well as quite of bit of their guards and such, were soon after, killed, and the Irken had been rescued by a rocket-happy GIR, who'd been sent by Fausta. Dib hadn't been glad about that.
"Don't make me wreak sweet vengeance upon you again, Earth-monkey! Instead of a bologna, next time-- I'll... do something like... the Scary Monkey, or Chocolate Bubblegum!!"
"You WOULDN'T!!"
"Oh yes, I WOULD!!"
"Oh, you ROTTEN, ALIEN MONSTER!!" Dib stopped to throw a little pebble that surprisingly hit Zim, bouncing off his green head.
The Onyx Wing had to snicker at that.
"You WRETCHED, FILTH-PIG-WEASIL-PIG!!!" Zim growled, holding his head.
The screamed word 'wretched' rose some old memories. "Hah! Maybe instead of exposing you, I'll just find some way to trap you in the world of the Halloweenies!!"
"HALLOWEENIES!? Zim has braved FAR more frightening things than those deformed creatures that reside within your disturbed, disturbingly large head!!"
"MY HEAD'S NOT BIG!"
"Hey, will you two stop playing around, already?" Fausta declared, exasperated by their insipid, inside-threats. "Skool starts in a few minutes. I don't want Mr. Bitters to get in a bad mood if you two are late!"
The two male rivals thought this through quickly and decided to head for the classroom.
As the three were walking PEACEFULLY to Bitters's room, Fausta glanced at Dib. "You know, Human. Your head is actually a lot bigger than average, now that Zim mentions it."
He gave the Wing a horrified look. "Not YOU too!!"
Fausta grinned devilishly, and shifted her back pack slightly since it was starting to cut off the blood-circulation to her right shoulder. "Hehe.."
"You see, Dib-monkey!? Even the Wing-beast agrees with me!" the Irken declared with pride.
Dib rolled his eyes and shot a look at the Wing Invader. "Oh. You mean the 'schizoid'?"
The Onyx Wing glared evilly at him.
*** The class of Bitters
The trio sat to their corresponding seats; the bell ringing immediately afterwards.
"So, ALL THREE of you are on time..." Bitters growled from the front desk.
Fausta and Zim saluted curtly. "Yes, Sir!"
The Dib snorted. "Kiss-ups."
The two invaders didn't take well to the insult and threw some paper balls at him once the instructor had turned around.
"Ow, ow! HEY!" The Dib-Human brushed at the back of his neck where a pointy piece of paper had poked him.
"Be quiet, Dib, before I rip out that scythe of hair you have, and scarf it down your pathetic throat," Bitters warned from the front board, silencing everyone who'd been talking at the moment.
(The author is becoming restless, and is running low on time. So, she's going to speed things up a bit!!)
Fausta sighed slightly, and tapped the eraser side of her pencil against her desk top soundlessly. Zim was occupying his time balancing his own writing implement on his green upper lip. Dib went back and forth from watching his two non-Human enemies and strange teacher.
The Onyx Wing, absentmindedly, took out her notebook, and began jotting down random nonsense. 'ALL FEAR BITTERS' or 'RAISE SOME DOOM' and 'THIS PLANET OF SWEET GOUDA CHEESE IS MINE!'
Fausta stifled a giggle at her last sentence. Gouda cheese was yummy. She had it for the first time with her friend, GIR. 'FRIEND'!? The lead tip of her pencil snapped against the messy sheet of paper. She snorted. She had no FRIENDS. She didn't need them either. It must be some residue of the horrible Kil, floating around in her consciousness. That's all.
Dib noticed the Wing's sudden wave of surprise. She seemed to do stuff like this a lot. Maybe her brain was unstable or SOMETHING.
"So you see, children, THAT is why flamingoes are pink, and will be the eventual DOOM of our planet..." Mr. Bitters scowled and pointed to the picture of a pinkish-red flamingo on the chalk board.
"Mr. Bitters!"
The non-Human teacher narrowed his eyes behind his gleaming, oval spectacles. "Yes, Spoo? Are those stupid, DOOMed raccoon-mongooses I unleashed on you yesterday still chewing on your feet, or do you have a question?"
The pale child blinked his quivering azure eyes. "I have a question, Sir. What do flamingoes and the doom of the world have to do with Geometry?"
Mr. Bitters rose a silvery brow. "Are you saying that the EVIL conspiracy behind the pinkness of marine birds, and the fate of our world is not WORTHY enough to be conversed about in the classroom, Spoo?"
The boy contemplated this. "N-no, Sir--"
"Do you not CARE about the future of Earth, and the stopping of these foul water fowl, SPOO??" he continued, in a raspier voice than normal.
The student was shivering in terror. "No--"
"Well, I sure don't. Who gives a flying fig about stupid pink birds who want to destroy the world, anyway?" Mr. Bitters began to drone on about the flamingoes and their plans again.
Zim was remotely interested. "What is with this airborne fruit?" he pondered aloud. The instructor had often said 'flying fig' to the class, but the Irken could never discover its underlying meaning.
"Those lousy, DOOMed flappy creatures," Bitters continued.
Fausta took a bit of offense.
"They're all DOOMed. And we're all DOOMed. Everything's just DOOMe--"
The DOOMing teacher was interuptted by the crisp sound of shattering glass. An all-too-familiar person crounched down, covering her golden-haired head from the crystalinne rain.
Fausta leapt up from her seat. "YOU! Leave me alone!! I just want to invade this planet and be all normal!!"
Dib looked up at his classmates to see if any of them had heard what the Invader had just admitted to. They were all too busy gawking at Lilith and the broken glass.
Melvin shuddered a bit. "M-Mr. Bitterss... I-I'm a-- I'm SCARED OF BROKEN GLASS!!" And with that, the glass-phobiac boy ran screaming, into the hallway.
Well, haven't you ever wondered HOW his head was able to disconnect with his Human shoulders? Answer-- BROKEN. GLASS.
Hey, if YOUR head was lopped off by broken glass, you'd be scared too! ...Huh?? Why's he still alive?? How in Irk would I know!? I'm just the author!! Um... I mean... I'm only a figment of your fanfic-crazed imagination... WhoooOoOo...
Lilith shook the shards from her back and hair, and leveled a single dagger. "Draw your weapon, Onyx Wing," she growled lowly.
The Wing Invader shook her head wildly, but took out her own blade anyway, as if for comfort, or moral support. "By the Infernoes, no! I'm not a warrior! Who SENT you anyway!?"
Dib watched happily from his seat. Zim, however, looked a bit unnerved by this all. He reached a gloved talon into a coat pocket, and grasped the handle of his blaster.
"Young lady, may I ask you to leave my classroom?"
All heads turned to Bitters. He had no fear whatsoever depicted on his withered face, and cracked his knuckles dangerously.
The Steel Wing gave a disbelieving and arrogant 'hmph'. "Some old Demi-Human?" She pointed the tip of her dagger at the snarling teacher. "Don't get in the way of my job."
Bitters's eyes widened in shock. "YOU'RE threatening ME, girl? And in my own enviroment??" He slithered with a hissing effect, over his desk, and over to the mercenary, meeting her face-to-face. "I'm no 'DEMI-HUMAN', child," he growled. "I don't even know what the horrid thing IS, but just get out before I use those pretty steel wings of yours as fodder for my army of roaches!"
Lilith was in truth intimidated by the strange, un-fearing behavior of the non-Human, but showed nothing of it. "I'll leave your territory, 'SIR', once I finish my mission."
"NO one tortures or kills my students with out my permission, but ME." The instructor hissed menacingly and the room darkened visibly.
The Steel Wing took an involuntary step back. This man obviously owned vast power. "Then.. may I receive your permission to destroy the Onyx Wing?"
"You mean that stupid boy, Fausta?"
Lilith looked confused. "Um, yes. Fausta. The girl."
Bitters shook his head. "No... I don't have a female Fausta. Look here." He showed his classroom papers to the mercenary. "Fausta's a boy."
The mercenary furrowed her brows. She didn't want to get into a stupid argument with the instructor. "Yeah, him."
Dib and Zim snickered a bit.
Fausta glared at her two rivals. "I CAN'T believe you guys can LAUGH at a time like this! ...And for such a DUMB reason!"
Mr. Bitters ignored his students. "Yeah, go ahead and kill him. I have too many students anyway. Everyone ELSE, work in your textbooks, until I say you're done."
The Wing Invader put on a bewildered expression as everyone went to work on their books. "Bitters!! Sir! Please, DON'T!"
It was too late. The Onyx Wing attempted to dodge a leaping slash from her Wingen attacker, but received a shallow gash in the left shoulder. Her Wing Invader body kept most of the blood cells in check, but a little bit flowed through the torn skin and coat fabric.
It was time to freak out.
She couldn't manuveur properly about the classroom with all those tall desks in the way. The Onyx Wing let let Wins emerge from her back, having the knife-sharp feathers slice through the back of her T-shirt and coat.
She could use the vast span of her wings as a makeshift shield, and use them to help hop about the room.
"Mr. Bitters!! Don't be so cruel!! STOP HER!!" she cried, flapping/jumping past the front desk as Lilith pursued her.
Zim wondered if he should help the invader. He felt a LITTLE sorry for her. Being helplessly chased by some trained, blood-thirsy killer and all. He remembered the instructor's assignment. Textbook. He continued scribbling down answers. Oh well. The schizoid, flappy-beast deserved as much. Thinking SHE would rule this pitiful dirt-ball, instead of ZIM!
"Hey, Wing Mercenary!! Who sent you, huh!? Couldn't you AT LEAST tell me that!?" Fausta shrieked, hopping a few desks away. "And what're thay paying you!? I can easily double the amount, whatever it is!!"
Lilith wasn't a talkative person. "The identity of a Wing Mercenarys' clients and their intentions are ALWAYS confidential, Invader. And you CAN'T double what I'm going to get for destroying you and a select other few Wings." She took a ferocious lunge, and started thinking about using a Cherry-bomb.
"Why not!? I'm the cousin AND student of a Platinum Wing!! You think I--"
"I'm going to become an Invader."
Fausta almost stopped. But the pressure of the moment kept her on her toes. "What!?" She flared her wings in disbelief.
Dib and Zim were now both secretly watching this. It was getting too good for them to just ignore.
"I'm going to have all the glory, power, name, strength, and abilities you Wing INVADERS have," Lilith spat disdainfully. "I'm NOT going to be just some second or first rank MERCENARY anymore. I'm not going to be walked all over, or used as some tool of destruction and DOOM anymore!"
"Wow. Inter-species conflict..." Dib mumured to himself, jotting notes down.
"Oh." Fausta's wings drooped. "Uh..." She sprinted for the front exit of the room.
Lilith was about to let her target escape. She tossed the Cherry-bomb at the door, and they exploded on impact with the hard, wooden surface.
Fausta, burned severely, headed the opposite direction; the front door was gone, buried in skool-brick rubble. There was still the back door, and the option of windows.
"THAT'S IT! Wing Steel, Steel Wing, Wingy Mercenary, I don't care what they call you! Just get out!! That was the ONLY front door I had!! I use it to hang bad students by their toenails on! And you just exploded it!" Mr. Bitters slithered to the top of his desk.
He had never been THIS angry before.
Lilith felt the unhappiful aura radiated from the teacher of darkness. She shrunk back and bowed curtly. "I apologize, Sir, but can easily repai--"
"Out NOW. BEFORE I sic my army of rabid, fanged raoches on you." His spectacled eyes narowed o silver slits.
The mercenary was torn. She scolwed. There were always more days. "Alright, Sir. I'll leave, with out any further incident." The Steel Wing glared at Fausta. "I'll finish you probably NEXT TIME, Invader." She turned, and leapt out of the broken windows.
Fausta retracted her wings and had the skin grow back over her shoulder wound, and sat back at her desk as if nothing had ever happened.
"Whew! Better watch out, next time then, huh, Fausta??" Dib sneered gleefully.
Fausta shot him an unhappy look.
"Dib! Be quiet now! You have to clean up that rubble there, in the front of the class after skool today!"
"wh...?"
"Talking BACK, Dib!?" Bitters snarled. "Am I getting too liberal!? You clean AND install a new door now!!"
Dib's face fell. Fausta and Zim exchanged grins.
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pureVENOM: Hey, how's this?? I think there's too much of Lil and Fausta.
I'm going to try to have the next chapter star Zim, Dib, Fausta, GIR, Lil, and Nny. Fausta has a demented little plan to RID herself of her horrible, would-be killer... Much strangeness to come!! Mwa haha... I like the idea for the next chapter! It may last several chapters to be solved, I think. Not sure.
Review me!!
The Lesson for This Chapter: DON'T argue with your evil teachers... Just DON'T.