Ooh. another chapter. I'm starting to get enthused about writing
this. Thank you kindly reviewer peoples, you have made my life a little
less unbearable. It's 5:05am and I feel like writing... myep. So here is
the story that I am writing about characters that I don't own, that would
be Jhonen. I guess I do own the plot though... heh. Well here is another
installment of DOOM!
Zim the Homicidal Irken pt4
Dib sat in his room, plotting his next move. After finding that body, there was no disputing that the alien next door really was a killer.
'Shit' Dib thought. 'What if he tries to kill me after school Monday? I don't want to end up another corpse for his collection. I wonder how many people he's killed so far.' Dib looked over at the digital clock sitting on his nightstand. 'Twelve thirty; it's getting late. I should probably go to bed and think on this tomorrow.'
Zim sat at his desk. He munched on a spoonful of the spaghettios while working on his latest Crazy Robot Boy comic. He giggled insanely as he drew the scene:
"The MESSAGE is here! Run in FEAR from the shower of Taquitos!! SPORK!" Crazy Robot Boy shouted from atop his soap box. "Can't you see the rancid TUNASALAD?!"
A passerby was seemingly struck with awe and watched as the 'superior' alien robot thingy shouted out words of wisdom (This guy makes me doubt human intelligence). "Oh wise robot from another place, fill me with your knowledge! What is the meaning of life?!"
"Meatballs?" he asked.
Another person came before Robot Boy on his soap box and bowed down. "Yes, FILL US!"
"Foot odor persons, you must GRAB the elixir of LIFE! Don't let the mall security attack you with MEAT!!FUCK you're stupid!" He yelled to the masses (which consisted of two people).
"Daddy, look at all those dumb people worshiping that skinny robot thing." A little boy said to his dad, who was decked out in the uniform of a mall security guard.
"Look!" screamed Crazy Robot Boy. "Your siblings are in PERIL!! Seize the offending TESICLE! DAMN THIS RASH!" With that, Robot Boy's two followers screamed out war cries and rushed the boy's father.
"Daddy, make them die." The boy asked. "Ok son." He said as he pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot the pedestrians in the stomach, which effectively left their entrails scattered about on the ground.
"GASP!" Robot Boy said as he jumped from his soap box and fell to his knees before the corpses. "My PIGGIES!! I loveded you so good! MEAT solicitor!" Crazy Robot Boy was on his feet and pointing directly at the offending guard as some birds and an unleashed dog began to eat the dead bodies. "You must have LIKED the cream filling to have given my MOO JUICE away!" The child's father looked at Robot Boy and growled as he pulled the trigger on his gun at point blank range. Crazy Robot Boy's circuitry was sprayed all over the place. END
Zim chuckled upon the completion of another of his comics. He looked over at his empty bowl. 'Hmm... Maybe now would be a good time to see who that is that lives next door to me.' grinning, he stood and took the bowl to the kitchen. He opened the knife drawer, took out a rather twisted looking blade and carefully placed it in his boot, just in case. After putting on his disguise, he was ready to investigate the house next door.
In the cover of night, it was no problem for Zim to slip up to the house undetected. He was thrilled to find a window to the living room unlocked. He peered into the dark room which was only lit by the glow of a TV. A silhouetted figure sat watching the program on the couch. Zim quietly slipped in and walked over to the person. Gaz was deeply immersed in her movie and didn't notice Zim until he spoke.
"What are you watching?" Zim said as he stared at the screen.
"Shh!" she spat out, acknowledging he presence.
Zim looked at her for a moment and then back at the television. He sat down next to her on the couch as became engrossed in the movie as well. "You didn't try to sneak into my backyard did you?" Zim said as he glanced over at Gaz for a moment.
"That was my stupid brother." She replied, not taking her eyes off the movie.
"Who's your brother?" Zim asked.
"Quiet! The best part is coming up!" Gaz snapped as she watched the killer on the screen desecrate a corpse in a very perverse manner.
Zim looked at her for another moment and then back at the screen, but apparently at the wrong moment. Grimacing at the display, he suddenly felt a bit sick and stood as a hand went to his mouth. He may kill people, but not like that. Walking away from that disgusting movie, Zim decided that now would be a good time to go home; he had seen more than he wanted to. At least he wasn't expected to go back to that skool for another day.
Back at home, Zim lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling for several hours until night turned to day.
"When do you plan on feeding the wall again?" Mr. Pork asked innocently.
"Already? How often do I have to feed that thing?" Zim asked as he eased himself into a sitting position.
"Well it is a growing wall." Pork said. Zim looked at him oddly.
"That made no sense..."
"Hmm... I know! What about those people from the other night? Blood is just a lucky side effect of what you could do!"
"I'd almost forgotten!" Zim said happily as his face contorted into a wicked grin. "They must learn their lesson."
Later, in the nadir of Zim's home, a man begged for his life.
"Please let me go, I didn't mean it when I called you a short and skinny fagot! Really!" Zim stared at the man chained to his wall for a long moment before walking out of the shadowed part of the room. He looked down at the knife he held in his hands. It was a long blade, extending from wrist to elbow, sharp and unstained with blood. Zim quickly brought his head up to meet the gaze of the captive.
"Now if you're done confessing your sins, I thought you could help me with something. You see, I don't know very much about the human anatomy..."
"Oh hell... please no." the victim began but quickly silenced himself as Zim shifted the knife into his right hand and brought it up to the victim's eye level. He lowered it slowly and brought it down to the victim's exposed abdomen.
"Ya know this is probably going to hurt a lot; so feel free to scream as loud as you want." Zim took to blade and cut into the skin. The man let out a short scream and clinched his teeth as he began to hyperventilate.
"See now that's the spirit!" Zim said with an insanely large grin plastered upon his face as he drove the knife in deeper, cutting through skin and tissues. He then pulled the knife away and shoved his hand into the wound. After digging around for a moment, he found what he was looking for and pulled out the man's spleen.
"So what's this?" He said bringing it into the screaming man's view. "Oh come on; I haven't even gotten good and started yet, so tell me what this thing is." He began to look weak and passed out at the sight of one of his organs on the outside of his body. Zim sighed. "Great." He looked around the room for a moment and then stomped off into an adjacent one. Inside, a young woman cowered in the corner; her limbs were bound and a gag was over her mouth. She stared at Zim as he entered the room.
"You see this?" he asked, holding the organ out. She glanced at it and looked away as tears began to well up in her eyes. "Well? Do you know what it is?" She clinched her eyes shut and nodded quickly, a muffled whimper escaping her lips. Zim reached for her mouth and tore the gag from her face. She shrieked at the sudden movement towards her and shook with fear. "What is it?"
"A... an organ." She managed to utter between shaky breaths.
"I know that; which one?"
"I...I..." she glanced over at it again. "Oh God..." she said as she turned away.
"Answer me!" Zim yelled.
"I don't know!" she shrieked back. Zim dropped the organ to the ground. It slid across the cement floor and towards the woman. She let out another scream of fear as Zim turned and walked out of the room.
"This is going to take longer than I thought."
Zim spent the rest of the day getting his anatomy lesson but found out that some of these humans knew less about their organs than he did. The night came and Zim placed a new coat on the ravenous wall. This 'feeding' the wall was the most disgusting thing Zim, in his opinion, had ever done. He loathed bodily fluids and attempted to avoid contact with such as much as possible.
'I need more blood for the wall.' Zim thought as he finished painting on the last bit. 'Why can't this stuff just stay? I really detest this.' He set down the paint brush he was using and walked back upstairs. On his way up he looked at the inactive communications equipment which only served to anger him. 'They'd better pray that I never find a way off this planet, because the second I do, not even their special guards will be able to save them.' He finally arrived on the ground level and looked out the window.
"The stars are lovely" he said aloud. He forced an unconvincing smile as he left the house to brave the cold and uncaring world. He walked down the street, shoving his hands in his pockets casually. Zim knew he wouldn't have to go far to find someone 'worthy' enough for the wall. As it was, the streets were empty and Zim did find himself venturing farther than he expected he would have to. Before he realized it, he had come upon the 24/7. 'A Brain Freezy, that will calm my nerves' he thought as he entered the store and walked up to the machine. There was no cherry.
"What happened to the cherry Freezy?" Zim asked the clerk, who was a completely different one from last time.
"I dunno. Hey kid, shouldn't you be with your parents?" Zim thought back to his parentless childhood. "Are you going to buy something or not?"
"Uhm, yeah." Zim said as he went to the freezers to get a Fiz Wiz. Just think how upset he was to find that they were sold out. "You wouldn't happen to have any cherry Fiz Wiz in the back would you? I'd really like one" he said upon returning to the desk. The clerk shrugged indifferently. He wasn't about to get up, not for some little kid anyway. Zim tried to keep his temper.
"Could you go check?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm thinking no" he replied.
"No... NO?!" Zim exclaimed as he leapt upon the counter, drawing the knife from his boot. "It... would... be... nice... if... someone... on... this... planet... would... care!" he ranted while giving the man a stab for every word. "You piece of shit! I hate you! I hate your race!" he yelled with more stabbing action. He suddenly stopped and glanced at the mangled clerk who died soon after the stabbing had begun.
"Oh..." he said, realizing his overreaction. Zim looked around the store to see if anyone was around. Finding the place to be empty, he wiped his knife off and replaced it in his boot as he left empty handed.
'That got me nowhere.' He thought as he once again went to the streets. Zim ventured into the city once again, sure that this time he could navigate the maze of streets and back alleys. The city, being infested with assholes, provided plenty of new victims for the wall.
FINI
Well... here endith part 4. It had a good bit of gore. Hee hee hee! Well, I'm working on a chappie 5 for yous, just thought I'd end this one right there. I don't want it to end up like chapter one. lengthwise. I really NEED a scanner, and trust me, I've been looking. As soon as I get one, those pics are going to be on the net. But, anyway... thank you for wasting your time reading this chapter which was the first to have not been written in one sitting. Now review. It's really not that difficult and time consuming, so go at it.
Zim the Homicidal Irken pt4
Dib sat in his room, plotting his next move. After finding that body, there was no disputing that the alien next door really was a killer.
'Shit' Dib thought. 'What if he tries to kill me after school Monday? I don't want to end up another corpse for his collection. I wonder how many people he's killed so far.' Dib looked over at the digital clock sitting on his nightstand. 'Twelve thirty; it's getting late. I should probably go to bed and think on this tomorrow.'
Zim sat at his desk. He munched on a spoonful of the spaghettios while working on his latest Crazy Robot Boy comic. He giggled insanely as he drew the scene:
"The MESSAGE is here! Run in FEAR from the shower of Taquitos!! SPORK!" Crazy Robot Boy shouted from atop his soap box. "Can't you see the rancid TUNASALAD?!"
A passerby was seemingly struck with awe and watched as the 'superior' alien robot thingy shouted out words of wisdom (This guy makes me doubt human intelligence). "Oh wise robot from another place, fill me with your knowledge! What is the meaning of life?!"
"Meatballs?" he asked.
Another person came before Robot Boy on his soap box and bowed down. "Yes, FILL US!"
"Foot odor persons, you must GRAB the elixir of LIFE! Don't let the mall security attack you with MEAT!!FUCK you're stupid!" He yelled to the masses (which consisted of two people).
"Daddy, look at all those dumb people worshiping that skinny robot thing." A little boy said to his dad, who was decked out in the uniform of a mall security guard.
"Look!" screamed Crazy Robot Boy. "Your siblings are in PERIL!! Seize the offending TESICLE! DAMN THIS RASH!" With that, Robot Boy's two followers screamed out war cries and rushed the boy's father.
"Daddy, make them die." The boy asked. "Ok son." He said as he pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot the pedestrians in the stomach, which effectively left their entrails scattered about on the ground.
"GASP!" Robot Boy said as he jumped from his soap box and fell to his knees before the corpses. "My PIGGIES!! I loveded you so good! MEAT solicitor!" Crazy Robot Boy was on his feet and pointing directly at the offending guard as some birds and an unleashed dog began to eat the dead bodies. "You must have LIKED the cream filling to have given my MOO JUICE away!" The child's father looked at Robot Boy and growled as he pulled the trigger on his gun at point blank range. Crazy Robot Boy's circuitry was sprayed all over the place. END
Zim chuckled upon the completion of another of his comics. He looked over at his empty bowl. 'Hmm... Maybe now would be a good time to see who that is that lives next door to me.' grinning, he stood and took the bowl to the kitchen. He opened the knife drawer, took out a rather twisted looking blade and carefully placed it in his boot, just in case. After putting on his disguise, he was ready to investigate the house next door.
In the cover of night, it was no problem for Zim to slip up to the house undetected. He was thrilled to find a window to the living room unlocked. He peered into the dark room which was only lit by the glow of a TV. A silhouetted figure sat watching the program on the couch. Zim quietly slipped in and walked over to the person. Gaz was deeply immersed in her movie and didn't notice Zim until he spoke.
"What are you watching?" Zim said as he stared at the screen.
"Shh!" she spat out, acknowledging he presence.
Zim looked at her for a moment and then back at the television. He sat down next to her on the couch as became engrossed in the movie as well. "You didn't try to sneak into my backyard did you?" Zim said as he glanced over at Gaz for a moment.
"That was my stupid brother." She replied, not taking her eyes off the movie.
"Who's your brother?" Zim asked.
"Quiet! The best part is coming up!" Gaz snapped as she watched the killer on the screen desecrate a corpse in a very perverse manner.
Zim looked at her for another moment and then back at the screen, but apparently at the wrong moment. Grimacing at the display, he suddenly felt a bit sick and stood as a hand went to his mouth. He may kill people, but not like that. Walking away from that disgusting movie, Zim decided that now would be a good time to go home; he had seen more than he wanted to. At least he wasn't expected to go back to that skool for another day.
Back at home, Zim lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling for several hours until night turned to day.
"When do you plan on feeding the wall again?" Mr. Pork asked innocently.
"Already? How often do I have to feed that thing?" Zim asked as he eased himself into a sitting position.
"Well it is a growing wall." Pork said. Zim looked at him oddly.
"That made no sense..."
"Hmm... I know! What about those people from the other night? Blood is just a lucky side effect of what you could do!"
"I'd almost forgotten!" Zim said happily as his face contorted into a wicked grin. "They must learn their lesson."
Later, in the nadir of Zim's home, a man begged for his life.
"Please let me go, I didn't mean it when I called you a short and skinny fagot! Really!" Zim stared at the man chained to his wall for a long moment before walking out of the shadowed part of the room. He looked down at the knife he held in his hands. It was a long blade, extending from wrist to elbow, sharp and unstained with blood. Zim quickly brought his head up to meet the gaze of the captive.
"Now if you're done confessing your sins, I thought you could help me with something. You see, I don't know very much about the human anatomy..."
"Oh hell... please no." the victim began but quickly silenced himself as Zim shifted the knife into his right hand and brought it up to the victim's eye level. He lowered it slowly and brought it down to the victim's exposed abdomen.
"Ya know this is probably going to hurt a lot; so feel free to scream as loud as you want." Zim took to blade and cut into the skin. The man let out a short scream and clinched his teeth as he began to hyperventilate.
"See now that's the spirit!" Zim said with an insanely large grin plastered upon his face as he drove the knife in deeper, cutting through skin and tissues. He then pulled the knife away and shoved his hand into the wound. After digging around for a moment, he found what he was looking for and pulled out the man's spleen.
"So what's this?" He said bringing it into the screaming man's view. "Oh come on; I haven't even gotten good and started yet, so tell me what this thing is." He began to look weak and passed out at the sight of one of his organs on the outside of his body. Zim sighed. "Great." He looked around the room for a moment and then stomped off into an adjacent one. Inside, a young woman cowered in the corner; her limbs were bound and a gag was over her mouth. She stared at Zim as he entered the room.
"You see this?" he asked, holding the organ out. She glanced at it and looked away as tears began to well up in her eyes. "Well? Do you know what it is?" She clinched her eyes shut and nodded quickly, a muffled whimper escaping her lips. Zim reached for her mouth and tore the gag from her face. She shrieked at the sudden movement towards her and shook with fear. "What is it?"
"A... an organ." She managed to utter between shaky breaths.
"I know that; which one?"
"I...I..." she glanced over at it again. "Oh God..." she said as she turned away.
"Answer me!" Zim yelled.
"I don't know!" she shrieked back. Zim dropped the organ to the ground. It slid across the cement floor and towards the woman. She let out another scream of fear as Zim turned and walked out of the room.
"This is going to take longer than I thought."
Zim spent the rest of the day getting his anatomy lesson but found out that some of these humans knew less about their organs than he did. The night came and Zim placed a new coat on the ravenous wall. This 'feeding' the wall was the most disgusting thing Zim, in his opinion, had ever done. He loathed bodily fluids and attempted to avoid contact with such as much as possible.
'I need more blood for the wall.' Zim thought as he finished painting on the last bit. 'Why can't this stuff just stay? I really detest this.' He set down the paint brush he was using and walked back upstairs. On his way up he looked at the inactive communications equipment which only served to anger him. 'They'd better pray that I never find a way off this planet, because the second I do, not even their special guards will be able to save them.' He finally arrived on the ground level and looked out the window.
"The stars are lovely" he said aloud. He forced an unconvincing smile as he left the house to brave the cold and uncaring world. He walked down the street, shoving his hands in his pockets casually. Zim knew he wouldn't have to go far to find someone 'worthy' enough for the wall. As it was, the streets were empty and Zim did find himself venturing farther than he expected he would have to. Before he realized it, he had come upon the 24/7. 'A Brain Freezy, that will calm my nerves' he thought as he entered the store and walked up to the machine. There was no cherry.
"What happened to the cherry Freezy?" Zim asked the clerk, who was a completely different one from last time.
"I dunno. Hey kid, shouldn't you be with your parents?" Zim thought back to his parentless childhood. "Are you going to buy something or not?"
"Uhm, yeah." Zim said as he went to the freezers to get a Fiz Wiz. Just think how upset he was to find that they were sold out. "You wouldn't happen to have any cherry Fiz Wiz in the back would you? I'd really like one" he said upon returning to the desk. The clerk shrugged indifferently. He wasn't about to get up, not for some little kid anyway. Zim tried to keep his temper.
"Could you go check?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm thinking no" he replied.
"No... NO?!" Zim exclaimed as he leapt upon the counter, drawing the knife from his boot. "It... would... be... nice... if... someone... on... this... planet... would... care!" he ranted while giving the man a stab for every word. "You piece of shit! I hate you! I hate your race!" he yelled with more stabbing action. He suddenly stopped and glanced at the mangled clerk who died soon after the stabbing had begun.
"Oh..." he said, realizing his overreaction. Zim looked around the store to see if anyone was around. Finding the place to be empty, he wiped his knife off and replaced it in his boot as he left empty handed.
'That got me nowhere.' He thought as he once again went to the streets. Zim ventured into the city once again, sure that this time he could navigate the maze of streets and back alleys. The city, being infested with assholes, provided plenty of new victims for the wall.
FINI
Well... here endith part 4. It had a good bit of gore. Hee hee hee! Well, I'm working on a chappie 5 for yous, just thought I'd end this one right there. I don't want it to end up like chapter one. lengthwise. I really NEED a scanner, and trust me, I've been looking. As soon as I get one, those pics are going to be on the net. But, anyway... thank you for wasting your time reading this chapter which was the first to have not been written in one sitting. Now review. It's really not that difficult and time consuming, so go at it.