Mama say she's a Devil pt.5
Sadi took Zim's wrist and placed it over her right shoulder and led him into an opening of the large mass of people. When she found a spot close to the front of the stage she turned and faced Zim. "I don't dance." He tried to assure her. "Everybody dances." She said and put her arms on his shoulders and started to twist her hips side to side. Zim looked up at the stage the singer was knelt down over a speaker with a microphone with duct-tape wrapped around it, singing with passion in every word, although no one seemed to understand them:
"Getadelt wird wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt
Ich werf ein Licht
in mein Gesicht
Ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!
Bäng bäng."
Whenever he would say the words "Bäng bäng" there were two barrels at opposite sides of the stage that were filled with bellowing flames that would raise higher to the rhythm of the words. The same happen when he would say "Feur frei" (meaning fire free in German) except the flames wouldn't raise as high because it seemed like the fire followed the sound of his voice, the louder he shouted, the bigger the flames.
"Geadelt ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das in Lust verbrennt
ein Funkenstoss
in ihren Schoss
ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!.."
Zim turned to Sadi, she twirled in place and started to lift up his shirt, he quickly pulled it back down. "What are you doing??" He said quickly, still gripping the ends of his shirt. "Dancing." She said humbly and put her arms around his waist and pulled him towards her, "Live a little." She whispered into his ear and pushed him back
"Bäng bäng
Feuer frei!"
Her dominance was beginning to scare him, what was wrong with this girl? Had she breathed in too many fumes from the fire barrels in this place? He looked to her; she stared at him invitingly, still dancing in place. He wasn't sure what her deal was, but he was beginning to get used to it. There was something about the way she moved that compelled him. The song suddenly slowed down, so did the lights. Something in him started to push him towards her, and soon he was the one putting his arms around her.
"Dein Glück
ist nicht mein Glück
ist mein Unglück"
His feet slowly started to move and Sadi helped his upper body start to move by gently moving his shoulders side to side with her hands. "See, you're dancing." She said with a slightly victorious tone. She then took his hand and raised it over her head and twirled, wrapping his arm around her back as she tipped backward. Zim had to arch himself forward to keep her from dropping to the ground so they were face to face, "It's moments like this that keep your soul from dying, Zim." Said Sadi, a little breathless. "I wish you had experienced more." The song began to pick up again and drums pounded twice then the guitar and bass sped back into its first rhythm.
"Bäng bäng
Feuer frei!"
Sadi spun back into her upright position, Zim still holding her hand. Then realizing it, he let go quickly.
"Bäng Bäng"
The last two words were the loudest; the song was finished. The lights went black and Zim and Sadi's silhouettes faced each other in the darkness. The rest of the crowd continued clapping despite the dimness of the large room.
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Sadi faced the closed door of her "office" as she proudly called it, with Zim somewhat close behind; his arms folded behind his back, staring suspiciously at her as she opened the finely polished oak door. Sadi casually walked in, her red heels tapping across the wooden floor. "Make yourself at home," she said turning slightly towards him. With his arms still clasped behind him, Zim cautiously marched in, studying his surroundings. Facing the entrance to the room was a black office desk with a gray stone-like surface, a black leather bureau chair with a tall back support with sides that curved upward to a point on it's sides, two smaller black chairs sat facing the front of the desk, and a large fireplace was directly behind the desk and large chair. Sadi made a quick pointing gesture towards it and flames blazed concurrently. She slid onto the chair and leaned it backward, putting her right heel onto the desk, and then crossing the left one over it. "Take a seat." Zim obeyed and sat in one of the seats in front of her desk. They weren't as venerable as her tall, fancy looking one. "Would you like a drink?" Asked Sadi suddenly holding a curved wine glass filled with a clear fizzing liquid, a sliced lime was present on its side. Before he could answer, an identical glass appeared in front of him on the opposite side of her desk. "You liked that didn't you?" She asked, breaking the short silence.
"The.. Dancing?" He asked, a little confused.
"Everything, the girls admiring you, the respect, feeling of power, everything." Zim shrugged half way. "It was alright.. I guess." Sadi stared at him, "Okay it was ..Wonderful.." He admitted, hanging his head a little. "But. what did you mean out there.. About my soul dying?.."
Sadi stared at him, seriousness layered over her pores. "I saw the look in your eyes." She began, "The excitement and gleam.. As if you had never done it before.have fun.. And that is sad to me; a life without happiness is no life at all. It's more of a long period of emptiness. Happiness is even proven to keep people living longer." Zim looked down scornfully at his new gloves, and gripped his fists for a second then looked back to Sadi.
"Would you like to hear my proposition now?" She Asked, and then sipping her drink. Zim gave her a "duh" look and picked up his glass examining it. Sadi took the lime off the side of the glass and squeezed it into the liquid. "I can see you obviously don't want to accept my offer without seeing what's in it for Me.." She continued, flicking the now flavorless lime slice into the fireplace. "In Hell, we have what you've learned from humans as a "business", we need as many persons to support us against." She trailed off. Zim finally took the courage to take a sip of the drink, and listened attentively.
"Heaven." She finished.
"Heaven?" He asked, "Why do you speak of these things I have never heard of?.. And what is in this drink?" He said, looking a little disgusted at the glass. Sadi chuckled; he seemed to have that effect on her.
"Okay, I guess I should explain this to you.." She swallowed back. "Heaven is the place good people go when they die, it's an afterlife, Heaven rewards the pure at heart.. While Hell is the complete opposite; it's the place that all the. bad people go.. And are punished. The funny thing is, even in the afterlife, we have roles; in heaven you have the decision of being an Angel and watch over as many people as possible, give them advice, even at times, go down to Earth and physically save them. That's what humans call "Miracles"" Zim stared at her, astonished by the subject.
"They don't happen often," Continued Sadi." You can either do that; watch over many people, or just specific ones, such as still living friends or family members. Or not watch over anyone at all, and not be an Angel; spending the rest of your afterlife keeping yourself happy, although laziness doesn't keep you in Heaven very long. In Hell, you don't have decision. The ruler there-"
"Ruler?" Zim interrupted.
"Yes," She continued. "Both afterlives have rulers, but I'm not going to get into that." Zim shrugged and sipped at his drink indifferently.
"Anyways," She continued. "The ruler in Hell examines you for how useful you are, if you are strong and essential enough for the duties, you become a Demon and either torture those who are forsaken, or come to Earth and collect souls for Hell's possession. Our little business of hoarded souls if you will.." Zim nearly spit out his drink. "Namely me." Continued Sadi, outstretching her arms for a second, and then resuming them back onto her lap.
"You want my SOUL?!" Shrieked Zim, his eyes bugging out of his sockets, "That's ridiculous!" He shouted, completely flabbergasted.
Sadi yawned, "Do you even know what a soul is?" She asked inquiringly. "Well it's.. It's the thing.." He tried to explain, obviously having no idea what he was talking about. "WELL IT'S MINE!" He finished, frustrated.
"If you don't even know what it is, then why protect it?" She placed her empty glass on the desk. Zim took every cell in his brain to come up with a reason, then failed, and sipped reluctantly at his drink. "See?" Sadi took her legs off the desk and straightened herself up on her chair. "Point proven," She continued.
"Well if it's so useless why do you want it?" He finally clicked. Sadi grinned, "You're smarter than taken for." She said, "Lets just say, it means more to us than it does you." She explicated, looping her finger along the rim of her glass.
"Will I be tortured in this "afterlife"?" questioned Zim, concerned.
"That's for them to decide, but in my opinion, I don't think you would. Your far too strong to not be considered essential for the "business" portion" Sadi paused, "But think of it this way.. You've already made your due of "bad things" and killing is the number one ticket to Hell anyways, so your going either way."
Suddenly, Zim heard a flickering sound from the left side of the room; he turned and noticed the entire wall was covered with television screens. He stood up and made his way towards it, the screens flickered and came into focus.
His jaw nearly dropped when he saw what was on the screens. Sadi stepped behind him, and folded her arms on his stiffened shoulders and leaned her chin on them. Zim stared at the screens, all together they made one big picture.
It was the Earth; there was a large gathering of humans in front of a large mansion-type building. Most of them were holding up signs with Zim's face on them or simply the word "ZIM" on them. They all cheered and were directed towards a balcony high above them on the side of the building, there were curtains draped behind the opening of the balcony; a figures shadow contrasted off of them, and was swiftly opened.
There stood a tall Irken with reddish magenta eyes and smirked down to the excited crowd with his arms folded behind his back. The crowd went wild. Zim stared at the figure with astonishment, "Is that.. Me?" He asked as if he already knew the answer, eyes shining. Sadi watched the screens with an emotionless expression, "See how they cheer for you? They love you, and this could all be yours Zim." She slowly blinked and looked to him, "The decision is yours." She whispered. Zim's thoughts felt like the most solid judgments, even in his mind. What do I have to lose? He thought, and then he remembered, nothing. I have nothing to lose. Right now. I am nothing.. He looked to the screen one final time and then to Sadi. She grinned; she already knew his answer from the way he gulped back when he turned to her. Suddenly a thick packet of papers fell into his arms. Sadi flipped a pen basically out of nowhere and handed to him, "Just sign here." She pointed to a thin line at the bottom of the front sheet. His hand shook slightly as his hand slowly inched the pen towards the line. Sadi bit her lower lip; this was it. This one signature made more of a difference than any she had had to collect. For this, was the last.
::GASP:: Will he sign? Why is it so important to Sadi? What does this all have to do with Dib? **Gets squashed by GIANT rubber piggy** Owww.. WHATS WITH THE PIGS???? Ahem.. whatever, wanna hear something funny? Bloodhound Gang has a song called "Mama say"!!!!! How weird is that??? ANY-Ways, at the end of the story I'm going to name all the songs mentioned so that you all can download them if you wish, they are great songs! Especially the Rammstein ones!! Anywho, Stay tuned for "Mama say shes a devil, pt.6!!!" Again thank u soooooo much to my reviewers!!! Keep it up! I luv u!! Ok, that was melodramatic but oh well, R+R!!!!!!!!!! =D Much appreciated!
Sadi took Zim's wrist and placed it over her right shoulder and led him into an opening of the large mass of people. When she found a spot close to the front of the stage she turned and faced Zim. "I don't dance." He tried to assure her. "Everybody dances." She said and put her arms on his shoulders and started to twist her hips side to side. Zim looked up at the stage the singer was knelt down over a speaker with a microphone with duct-tape wrapped around it, singing with passion in every word, although no one seemed to understand them:
"Getadelt wird wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt
Ich werf ein Licht
in mein Gesicht
Ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!
Bäng bäng."
Whenever he would say the words "Bäng bäng" there were two barrels at opposite sides of the stage that were filled with bellowing flames that would raise higher to the rhythm of the words. The same happen when he would say "Feur frei" (meaning fire free in German) except the flames wouldn't raise as high because it seemed like the fire followed the sound of his voice, the louder he shouted, the bigger the flames.
"Geadelt ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das in Lust verbrennt
ein Funkenstoss
in ihren Schoss
ein heisser Schrei
Feuer frei!.."
Zim turned to Sadi, she twirled in place and started to lift up his shirt, he quickly pulled it back down. "What are you doing??" He said quickly, still gripping the ends of his shirt. "Dancing." She said humbly and put her arms around his waist and pulled him towards her, "Live a little." She whispered into his ear and pushed him back
"Bäng bäng
Feuer frei!"
Her dominance was beginning to scare him, what was wrong with this girl? Had she breathed in too many fumes from the fire barrels in this place? He looked to her; she stared at him invitingly, still dancing in place. He wasn't sure what her deal was, but he was beginning to get used to it. There was something about the way she moved that compelled him. The song suddenly slowed down, so did the lights. Something in him started to push him towards her, and soon he was the one putting his arms around her.
"Dein Glück
ist nicht mein Glück
ist mein Unglück"
His feet slowly started to move and Sadi helped his upper body start to move by gently moving his shoulders side to side with her hands. "See, you're dancing." She said with a slightly victorious tone. She then took his hand and raised it over her head and twirled, wrapping his arm around her back as she tipped backward. Zim had to arch himself forward to keep her from dropping to the ground so they were face to face, "It's moments like this that keep your soul from dying, Zim." Said Sadi, a little breathless. "I wish you had experienced more." The song began to pick up again and drums pounded twice then the guitar and bass sped back into its first rhythm.
"Bäng bäng
Feuer frei!"
Sadi spun back into her upright position, Zim still holding her hand. Then realizing it, he let go quickly.
"Bäng Bäng"
The last two words were the loudest; the song was finished. The lights went black and Zim and Sadi's silhouettes faced each other in the darkness. The rest of the crowd continued clapping despite the dimness of the large room.
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Sadi faced the closed door of her "office" as she proudly called it, with Zim somewhat close behind; his arms folded behind his back, staring suspiciously at her as she opened the finely polished oak door. Sadi casually walked in, her red heels tapping across the wooden floor. "Make yourself at home," she said turning slightly towards him. With his arms still clasped behind him, Zim cautiously marched in, studying his surroundings. Facing the entrance to the room was a black office desk with a gray stone-like surface, a black leather bureau chair with a tall back support with sides that curved upward to a point on it's sides, two smaller black chairs sat facing the front of the desk, and a large fireplace was directly behind the desk and large chair. Sadi made a quick pointing gesture towards it and flames blazed concurrently. She slid onto the chair and leaned it backward, putting her right heel onto the desk, and then crossing the left one over it. "Take a seat." Zim obeyed and sat in one of the seats in front of her desk. They weren't as venerable as her tall, fancy looking one. "Would you like a drink?" Asked Sadi suddenly holding a curved wine glass filled with a clear fizzing liquid, a sliced lime was present on its side. Before he could answer, an identical glass appeared in front of him on the opposite side of her desk. "You liked that didn't you?" She asked, breaking the short silence.
"The.. Dancing?" He asked, a little confused.
"Everything, the girls admiring you, the respect, feeling of power, everything." Zim shrugged half way. "It was alright.. I guess." Sadi stared at him, "Okay it was ..Wonderful.." He admitted, hanging his head a little. "But. what did you mean out there.. About my soul dying?.."
Sadi stared at him, seriousness layered over her pores. "I saw the look in your eyes." She began, "The excitement and gleam.. As if you had never done it before.have fun.. And that is sad to me; a life without happiness is no life at all. It's more of a long period of emptiness. Happiness is even proven to keep people living longer." Zim looked down scornfully at his new gloves, and gripped his fists for a second then looked back to Sadi.
"Would you like to hear my proposition now?" She Asked, and then sipping her drink. Zim gave her a "duh" look and picked up his glass examining it. Sadi took the lime off the side of the glass and squeezed it into the liquid. "I can see you obviously don't want to accept my offer without seeing what's in it for Me.." She continued, flicking the now flavorless lime slice into the fireplace. "In Hell, we have what you've learned from humans as a "business", we need as many persons to support us against." She trailed off. Zim finally took the courage to take a sip of the drink, and listened attentively.
"Heaven." She finished.
"Heaven?" He asked, "Why do you speak of these things I have never heard of?.. And what is in this drink?" He said, looking a little disgusted at the glass. Sadi chuckled; he seemed to have that effect on her.
"Okay, I guess I should explain this to you.." She swallowed back. "Heaven is the place good people go when they die, it's an afterlife, Heaven rewards the pure at heart.. While Hell is the complete opposite; it's the place that all the. bad people go.. And are punished. The funny thing is, even in the afterlife, we have roles; in heaven you have the decision of being an Angel and watch over as many people as possible, give them advice, even at times, go down to Earth and physically save them. That's what humans call "Miracles"" Zim stared at her, astonished by the subject.
"They don't happen often," Continued Sadi." You can either do that; watch over many people, or just specific ones, such as still living friends or family members. Or not watch over anyone at all, and not be an Angel; spending the rest of your afterlife keeping yourself happy, although laziness doesn't keep you in Heaven very long. In Hell, you don't have decision. The ruler there-"
"Ruler?" Zim interrupted.
"Yes," She continued. "Both afterlives have rulers, but I'm not going to get into that." Zim shrugged and sipped at his drink indifferently.
"Anyways," She continued. "The ruler in Hell examines you for how useful you are, if you are strong and essential enough for the duties, you become a Demon and either torture those who are forsaken, or come to Earth and collect souls for Hell's possession. Our little business of hoarded souls if you will.." Zim nearly spit out his drink. "Namely me." Continued Sadi, outstretching her arms for a second, and then resuming them back onto her lap.
"You want my SOUL?!" Shrieked Zim, his eyes bugging out of his sockets, "That's ridiculous!" He shouted, completely flabbergasted.
Sadi yawned, "Do you even know what a soul is?" She asked inquiringly. "Well it's.. It's the thing.." He tried to explain, obviously having no idea what he was talking about. "WELL IT'S MINE!" He finished, frustrated.
"If you don't even know what it is, then why protect it?" She placed her empty glass on the desk. Zim took every cell in his brain to come up with a reason, then failed, and sipped reluctantly at his drink. "See?" Sadi took her legs off the desk and straightened herself up on her chair. "Point proven," She continued.
"Well if it's so useless why do you want it?" He finally clicked. Sadi grinned, "You're smarter than taken for." She said, "Lets just say, it means more to us than it does you." She explicated, looping her finger along the rim of her glass.
"Will I be tortured in this "afterlife"?" questioned Zim, concerned.
"That's for them to decide, but in my opinion, I don't think you would. Your far too strong to not be considered essential for the "business" portion" Sadi paused, "But think of it this way.. You've already made your due of "bad things" and killing is the number one ticket to Hell anyways, so your going either way."
Suddenly, Zim heard a flickering sound from the left side of the room; he turned and noticed the entire wall was covered with television screens. He stood up and made his way towards it, the screens flickered and came into focus.
His jaw nearly dropped when he saw what was on the screens. Sadi stepped behind him, and folded her arms on his stiffened shoulders and leaned her chin on them. Zim stared at the screens, all together they made one big picture.
It was the Earth; there was a large gathering of humans in front of a large mansion-type building. Most of them were holding up signs with Zim's face on them or simply the word "ZIM" on them. They all cheered and were directed towards a balcony high above them on the side of the building, there were curtains draped behind the opening of the balcony; a figures shadow contrasted off of them, and was swiftly opened.
There stood a tall Irken with reddish magenta eyes and smirked down to the excited crowd with his arms folded behind his back. The crowd went wild. Zim stared at the figure with astonishment, "Is that.. Me?" He asked as if he already knew the answer, eyes shining. Sadi watched the screens with an emotionless expression, "See how they cheer for you? They love you, and this could all be yours Zim." She slowly blinked and looked to him, "The decision is yours." She whispered. Zim's thoughts felt like the most solid judgments, even in his mind. What do I have to lose? He thought, and then he remembered, nothing. I have nothing to lose. Right now. I am nothing.. He looked to the screen one final time and then to Sadi. She grinned; she already knew his answer from the way he gulped back when he turned to her. Suddenly a thick packet of papers fell into his arms. Sadi flipped a pen basically out of nowhere and handed to him, "Just sign here." She pointed to a thin line at the bottom of the front sheet. His hand shook slightly as his hand slowly inched the pen towards the line. Sadi bit her lower lip; this was it. This one signature made more of a difference than any she had had to collect. For this, was the last.
::GASP:: Will he sign? Why is it so important to Sadi? What does this all have to do with Dib? **Gets squashed by GIANT rubber piggy** Owww.. WHATS WITH THE PIGS???? Ahem.. whatever, wanna hear something funny? Bloodhound Gang has a song called "Mama say"!!!!! How weird is that??? ANY-Ways, at the end of the story I'm going to name all the songs mentioned so that you all can download them if you wish, they are great songs! Especially the Rammstein ones!! Anywho, Stay tuned for "Mama say shes a devil, pt.6!!!" Again thank u soooooo much to my reviewers!!! Keep it up! I luv u!! Ok, that was melodramatic but oh well, R+R!!!!!!!!!! =D Much appreciated!