Ahahahaha! SQUEE! Came earlier than expected... This makes me a happy bee.
Bees are scary. Anyway... I now take a step away from my apathetic
lifestyle to write this, my fic. All who have reviewed get the honor of
being able to hold an extremely destructive gun during the impending
invasion. Have fun and set something on fire.
Zim the hOmiCiDaL IrkEn part 6 (Hee hee hee!)
The next day at skool started off similar to any day Zim had experienced in the wonderful world of public education. The only discrepancy was the admittance of two new students.
"To fill the emotional gaps suffered by those of you who remember that two of your classmates were eviscerated in the boys' bathroom yesterday, the skool has assigned two new students to this already overly crowded room. Those of you who feel a loss over yesterday's incident are ignorant and doomed by your weak display of sympathy. The two new students to share your condemned fate are Tak and Poonchy." Mrs. Bitters pointed to the door as the new admittances filed in. Poonchy: Drinker of Hate raised his hands over his head and immediately took the abandoned desk of Dirge.
"Hi, I'm Tak. I just moved here." Walking to Keef's desk, Tak takes a long look at Zim. He returns her gaze with curiosity.
"Alright class, now we will begin our discussion on half-life, and what significance it had in the bombing of two cities in Japan." The teacher began her long and drawn out lesson which included a detailed description of the steps in radiation sickness.
The incessant rambling of the ancient woman grated on Zim's nerves and he couldn't shake the feeling of a familiarity he got from the new student Tak. Simply looking at her was enough to bring back feelings of nostalgia. A particular event from his past seemed to become prominent in his mind. It had to have happened over a hundred years ago. It was very rare that Zim would be able to remember something from this far back in his life, but this was one of those rare occasions. He was quite young then and attended one of the many training facilities available for brainwashing young Irkens into conformity. In a hangar, Zim had used the thrusters of a Voot Runner to melt the skin off the head of one of his instructors. He smiled at the memory.
Slowly, the skool day came to a close and the students were sent away. Another wave of remembrance had distracted Zim and he once again forgot to chase after his nemesis, Dib. He had not been home longer than a minute before there was a knock at the door. Upon further inspection, he was surprised to see that the intruder on his premises was none other than Tak. He cracked the door open and peered out at his visitor.
"Yes?"
"Zim let me inside. I have a matter of some importance to discuss with you." Reluctantly, Zim eased the door open enough for entry. Tak entered his home and Zim closed the door behind her. When he turned around, he was astonished to see she had shed her disguise.
"You're Irken."
"Look, Zim, I need your help."
"M..m..my help?" Zim managed to ask.
"Yes. I want to take over this planet and I need to use your facilities. You will also be very beneficial in instilling fear in the hearts of many." The next few sentences that came out of Tak's mouth went directly over his head.
'She needs my help. She wants MY help. Wow, I never thought someone could actually want me to help them do anything, but she just said it. I am so happy right now.' Zim stared at her in bewilderment as her words began to phase back into his thoughts.
"...and an electrical incident caused a blackout of half the planet of Devastis."
'Oh yeah' Zim thought as he flashed back to that particular incident.
Zim stood in front of an Irken who was at least two feet taller than himself. The Irken's eyes were wide with shock.
"Huh? What was that?" Of course his captive couldn't reply for a gag was bound tightly around his mouth, in fact, the Irken was bound and suspended over a small electrical beam. "You wanted to say you were sorry for demanding that I carry your gear because I was a... now let me see... he did you word it? Oh yes, an insignificant undersized inferior to yourself. You see, individuals like you are the very reason why I do this. When will you learn that your opinions are just that, yours, and are best kept to yourself? Why would you say such demeaning things anyway? Are you so insecure that the only way to reassure yourself is to pick on those less fortunate than you?" Zim snickered as his prey. "Now you get to learn a real lesson, not one that they teach you at these learning facilities." The grin on Zim's face widened considerably as he pressed a combination of buttons on the panel before him. The Irken was thrust into the beam. "Shocking isn't it?" Zim flicked a few more switches, causing the beam to pulse with energy. Eerie laughter echoed through the room; Zim was immensely enjoying this. It took only seconds for Zim's prey to be incinerated in the beam. The power surged uncontrollably and suddenly died out. The room was encased in darkness as the laughter came to an end.
"I tried to negotiate with the control brain, but my requests were denied. I was forced to work in telemarketing for the next fifty-eight years. Luckily, I managed to escape my judgment and make it here. I wish to take over the planet to prove myself, but I lack the resources to do this on my own. That's where you come in. So, will you help me?" Zim had been grinning as he relived the memory. He suddenly snapped out of his daze at the raising of this question.
"I'm afraid not." Zim replied with much apathy in his voice.
"What?!"
"Although you have expressed that you genuinely want my help and have not concerned my height in your decision, your motives are fucked up. You want to impress the tallest for recognition and that means that you support their views, which I can't say I particularly like. You have made me happy though and that is amazing." Zim walked to the kitchen, and retrieved two large knives before returning to the stunned Tak. Too stupefied to react, she simply stood there trying to regain her composure. "I really like you, but I cannot let you live. It's better to kill you now and keep the notion that not everyone considers me worthless than to give you time to change your opinion, or maybe you really don't give a damn about me. If that is the case, I'd rather just kill you and remain ignorant to that fact. I hope this doesn't affect the way you feel about me."
"No... You don't have to kill me... I was just leaving and..." Zim immediately lashed out with his blades. Tak took no time in extending her arachnid-like mechanical legs and hoisting herself into the air. Zim, lacking such luxuries as a back pod, was unable to reach his intended victim. Tak used her leverage to place a swift kick to the side of Zim's head. She followed this up with a sharp jab from one of the expanded legs. This sent Zim sprawling into a wall. He weakly crumpled to the floor as Tak reapplied her holographic disguise and opened the front door. "You really are crazy." Tak made a swift getaway, leaving Zim to bleed on the floor of his living room.
"That's just great Z." Psycho Mooseboy rang out. "She got to this planet somehow. You could have used her ship to get away from here." Zim made a weak attempt to move his head.
"F..fook."
"You can say that again, she beat the shit outta you!" Mr. Pork said in his oddly happy way.
Dib spied in the window of Zim's home. He had seen it all and now knew that Tak was an alien. The display had done nothing more than affirm his suspicions that Zim was insane and now he stared at the unmoving body that lay crumpled on the floor secreting a light green substance that Dib concluded must be alien blood. The body remained motionless.
'This is my chance to capture him.' Dib thought as he slowly entered through the window, which had not been boarded up as well as some of its counterparts. He looked upon the body. To his surprise, the alien moved its head to the side and uttered a barely audible expletive. Fearing for his life, the boy froze and watched as the alien seemed to be listening to something, but he couldn't be sure.
Zim tried to ease himself up, collapsing under his own weight. Dib didn't dare move for fear of detection. Zim was finally able to muster enough strength to pull himself to his knees. With double vision, Zim surveyed the room until his gaze landed on a form that didn't seem to belong. Dib was spotted.
"You" Zim said with a raspy voice. His features contorted to show his aggression. Using all of his energy, Zim lashed out at the terrified child. The sudden movement sent Dib into a panic and he leapt out the window without a second's delay. Zim was in no shape to follow. His overexertion left him face down on the floor. After at least two minutes of resting, Zim painfully sat up, supporting his weight with an arm. He brought his free hand up and curled it into a fist.
"I'll get you Dib."
END
Review time! Tell me what cha think so far! Got any ideas for where I should go next? I like these stories that seemingly write themselves. Oh well, I'll chat more when the next part is up. For now, just remember... big explosions are always fun! Chao!
Completed at 5:13am.
Zim the hOmiCiDaL IrkEn part 6 (Hee hee hee!)
The next day at skool started off similar to any day Zim had experienced in the wonderful world of public education. The only discrepancy was the admittance of two new students.
"To fill the emotional gaps suffered by those of you who remember that two of your classmates were eviscerated in the boys' bathroom yesterday, the skool has assigned two new students to this already overly crowded room. Those of you who feel a loss over yesterday's incident are ignorant and doomed by your weak display of sympathy. The two new students to share your condemned fate are Tak and Poonchy." Mrs. Bitters pointed to the door as the new admittances filed in. Poonchy: Drinker of Hate raised his hands over his head and immediately took the abandoned desk of Dirge.
"Hi, I'm Tak. I just moved here." Walking to Keef's desk, Tak takes a long look at Zim. He returns her gaze with curiosity.
"Alright class, now we will begin our discussion on half-life, and what significance it had in the bombing of two cities in Japan." The teacher began her long and drawn out lesson which included a detailed description of the steps in radiation sickness.
The incessant rambling of the ancient woman grated on Zim's nerves and he couldn't shake the feeling of a familiarity he got from the new student Tak. Simply looking at her was enough to bring back feelings of nostalgia. A particular event from his past seemed to become prominent in his mind. It had to have happened over a hundred years ago. It was very rare that Zim would be able to remember something from this far back in his life, but this was one of those rare occasions. He was quite young then and attended one of the many training facilities available for brainwashing young Irkens into conformity. In a hangar, Zim had used the thrusters of a Voot Runner to melt the skin off the head of one of his instructors. He smiled at the memory.
Slowly, the skool day came to a close and the students were sent away. Another wave of remembrance had distracted Zim and he once again forgot to chase after his nemesis, Dib. He had not been home longer than a minute before there was a knock at the door. Upon further inspection, he was surprised to see that the intruder on his premises was none other than Tak. He cracked the door open and peered out at his visitor.
"Yes?"
"Zim let me inside. I have a matter of some importance to discuss with you." Reluctantly, Zim eased the door open enough for entry. Tak entered his home and Zim closed the door behind her. When he turned around, he was astonished to see she had shed her disguise.
"You're Irken."
"Look, Zim, I need your help."
"M..m..my help?" Zim managed to ask.
"Yes. I want to take over this planet and I need to use your facilities. You will also be very beneficial in instilling fear in the hearts of many." The next few sentences that came out of Tak's mouth went directly over his head.
'She needs my help. She wants MY help. Wow, I never thought someone could actually want me to help them do anything, but she just said it. I am so happy right now.' Zim stared at her in bewilderment as her words began to phase back into his thoughts.
"...and an electrical incident caused a blackout of half the planet of Devastis."
'Oh yeah' Zim thought as he flashed back to that particular incident.
Zim stood in front of an Irken who was at least two feet taller than himself. The Irken's eyes were wide with shock.
"Huh? What was that?" Of course his captive couldn't reply for a gag was bound tightly around his mouth, in fact, the Irken was bound and suspended over a small electrical beam. "You wanted to say you were sorry for demanding that I carry your gear because I was a... now let me see... he did you word it? Oh yes, an insignificant undersized inferior to yourself. You see, individuals like you are the very reason why I do this. When will you learn that your opinions are just that, yours, and are best kept to yourself? Why would you say such demeaning things anyway? Are you so insecure that the only way to reassure yourself is to pick on those less fortunate than you?" Zim snickered as his prey. "Now you get to learn a real lesson, not one that they teach you at these learning facilities." The grin on Zim's face widened considerably as he pressed a combination of buttons on the panel before him. The Irken was thrust into the beam. "Shocking isn't it?" Zim flicked a few more switches, causing the beam to pulse with energy. Eerie laughter echoed through the room; Zim was immensely enjoying this. It took only seconds for Zim's prey to be incinerated in the beam. The power surged uncontrollably and suddenly died out. The room was encased in darkness as the laughter came to an end.
"I tried to negotiate with the control brain, but my requests were denied. I was forced to work in telemarketing for the next fifty-eight years. Luckily, I managed to escape my judgment and make it here. I wish to take over the planet to prove myself, but I lack the resources to do this on my own. That's where you come in. So, will you help me?" Zim had been grinning as he relived the memory. He suddenly snapped out of his daze at the raising of this question.
"I'm afraid not." Zim replied with much apathy in his voice.
"What?!"
"Although you have expressed that you genuinely want my help and have not concerned my height in your decision, your motives are fucked up. You want to impress the tallest for recognition and that means that you support their views, which I can't say I particularly like. You have made me happy though and that is amazing." Zim walked to the kitchen, and retrieved two large knives before returning to the stunned Tak. Too stupefied to react, she simply stood there trying to regain her composure. "I really like you, but I cannot let you live. It's better to kill you now and keep the notion that not everyone considers me worthless than to give you time to change your opinion, or maybe you really don't give a damn about me. If that is the case, I'd rather just kill you and remain ignorant to that fact. I hope this doesn't affect the way you feel about me."
"No... You don't have to kill me... I was just leaving and..." Zim immediately lashed out with his blades. Tak took no time in extending her arachnid-like mechanical legs and hoisting herself into the air. Zim, lacking such luxuries as a back pod, was unable to reach his intended victim. Tak used her leverage to place a swift kick to the side of Zim's head. She followed this up with a sharp jab from one of the expanded legs. This sent Zim sprawling into a wall. He weakly crumpled to the floor as Tak reapplied her holographic disguise and opened the front door. "You really are crazy." Tak made a swift getaway, leaving Zim to bleed on the floor of his living room.
"That's just great Z." Psycho Mooseboy rang out. "She got to this planet somehow. You could have used her ship to get away from here." Zim made a weak attempt to move his head.
"F..fook."
"You can say that again, she beat the shit outta you!" Mr. Pork said in his oddly happy way.
Dib spied in the window of Zim's home. He had seen it all and now knew that Tak was an alien. The display had done nothing more than affirm his suspicions that Zim was insane and now he stared at the unmoving body that lay crumpled on the floor secreting a light green substance that Dib concluded must be alien blood. The body remained motionless.
'This is my chance to capture him.' Dib thought as he slowly entered through the window, which had not been boarded up as well as some of its counterparts. He looked upon the body. To his surprise, the alien moved its head to the side and uttered a barely audible expletive. Fearing for his life, the boy froze and watched as the alien seemed to be listening to something, but he couldn't be sure.
Zim tried to ease himself up, collapsing under his own weight. Dib didn't dare move for fear of detection. Zim was finally able to muster enough strength to pull himself to his knees. With double vision, Zim surveyed the room until his gaze landed on a form that didn't seem to belong. Dib was spotted.
"You" Zim said with a raspy voice. His features contorted to show his aggression. Using all of his energy, Zim lashed out at the terrified child. The sudden movement sent Dib into a panic and he leapt out the window without a second's delay. Zim was in no shape to follow. His overexertion left him face down on the floor. After at least two minutes of resting, Zim painfully sat up, supporting his weight with an arm. He brought his free hand up and curled it into a fist.
"I'll get you Dib."
END
Review time! Tell me what cha think so far! Got any ideas for where I should go next? I like these stories that seemingly write themselves. Oh well, I'll chat more when the next part is up. For now, just remember... big explosions are always fun! Chao!
Completed at 5:13am.