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little. I do not own many things... this includes Invader Zim. *points at
Jhonen* he's your man...
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Zim the HomICidAl iRkEn part 8 (I'm starting to get obsessive with those crazy letters...)
During the skool day, it rained off and on, which set Zim on ends. All the students were present except for Tak. She seemed to have mysteriously disappeared overnight. No one really knew of her whereabouts but Mrs. Bitters insisted that she had discovered the bleakness of life and had doomed herself to eternal isolation in her growing paranoia. Zim was beginning to believe that attacking Tak was a bad thing to do.
'She did want to serve the empire but she also wanted my help. Why did she want my help; was it because I'm like her? She didn't really seem all that bad. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to kill her. She is the only other Irken on the planet and I'll probably never see her or get to talk to her again. I'm all alone here again. Fook! Why do I have to go and mess everything up?' A tapping sound that had become all too familiar in the past few hours presented itself once more. Zim looked to the window to see the translucent fluid cascade off the tin roof of the building. He involuntarily shuddered, a shudder which brought a mocking grin to the face of his enemy. He looked over at the offending child. 'Fuck this water stuff! It's not going to keep me from killing you. I don't care if I'm half melted into a puddle of goo; you're going to die.'
Just then, the dismissal bell rang and the children ran out into the acid- like rain. It was beyond Zim how they could find amusement in such an abysmal substance. Dib left the classroom rather quickly and waited under the walk for his sister to appear. He was in no hurry to get his throat slit and was intent on making it half way home before the rain stopped. Surely Zim wouldn't attack him in the rain.
"Come on Gaz" he said as his sibling exited the building with an uncharacteristic smirk on her face.
"What are you so eager about?" she asked.
"Not eager Gaz, nervous. You saw him try to kill me this morning." She glared at him for a moment before opening her umbrella and walking off the pavilion. He followed her, sharing the covering. It was at this point that Zim decided to appear from the skool building.
"Ha Zim! You can't get me now!" he teased. Zim looked at the rain with apprehension for a moment before shaking the offending feeling away. He glared at his enemy with a smirk on his face. Dib paused for a second to stare at the loony. Zim braced himself and leapt into the rain.
"Aaah!" Dib turned and rushed off quickly, a smoldering Zim on his heels. Zim bit down hard on his lip to keep from screaming out. He was writhing pain at the moment and didn't want to show this malady. It wasn't long before he broke the skin of his lip and blood began to seep into his mouth. He tried to ignore the pain and focus on his subject, but that was a difficult task.
Dib ran as hard as he possibly could. He didn't have to look behind himself to know that Zim was right on his heels. He created another crisscrossed pattern for his pursuer but this time the rain betrayed him. As he ran across some pavement, the slick surface caused him to falter. He fell onto the hard roadway. Zim was on him in an instant.
Seeing his fallen foe, Zim took this as his chance. He saw Dib try to pull himself up so he sent his booted foot into the boy's skull. Dib's head was flung forward into the concrete upon impact. He now lay unconscious, a small amount of blood seeping from a fresh wound. Zim snatched up his enemy and pulled him to a nearby covering. Once out of the rain, Zim let out a shaky breath. Not only was he tired from the pursuit, but his skin was simply crawling. He weakly came to a sitting position beside the unconscious boy as his flesh stopped smoking. He tasted the blood that had filled his mouth through the broken lip and immediately spat it out.
"I'll wait for it to stop" he said to no one in particular. Zim looked down at his catch. 'I caught him! I really caught him this time!' "You're not getting away" he said through gasps as he averted his gaze to the dwindling rain.
It wasn't long before the rain let up and Zim was able to carry his quarry home and secure him in a room under lock and key. He looked at the shackled boy for another moment before leaving the room.
'I'll take care of you later. Right now, I feel like shit.' Zim slowly made his way back upstairs.
"Yay you got him! Now go kill him!" Mr. Pork rang out happily.
"Not right now... I'm in no physical or mental condition to give him a proper torturing and besides, I'd much rather wait for him to wake up. It would be a shame for him to sleep right through it after I put so much effort into his capture."
"Now that you have him, you really don't have any purpose... no real reason for going on. Do you see what I'm getting at? You might as well kill yourself now while you're in a good mood. Procrastination is not something you should make a habit of." Psycho Mooseboy insisted. "That and you look bad... I mean really bad. You look like someone ran you over."
"Oh..." Zim looked down at his wounded skin. "That was that rain stuff. It burns the shit out of me."
"Here's an idea! You could just go and stand out in the rain and let it wash all of your problems away."
"You really shouldn't listen to them Z. They're using you and when they're done, they'll just throw you away!" Naildoggy piped in.
"You?" asked Mooseboy.
"I thought we'd taught you about messing with our poor boy's head!" added Pork as Zim found a seat on the couch.
"You're the only ones messing with his head!"
"Z, don't listen to that mutt" cried Pork. "He doesn't care about what you want."
"Or need." Mooseboy filled in.
"Well, Naildoggy has been pretty honest to me..." Zim started.
"Nonsense; go away you maggot infested mongrel! Z doesn't want your advice anymore!" At Pork's insistence, Naildoggy was suddenly gone. Zim blinked.
"Where'd he go?" he asked while looking around perplexed.
"I don't care as long as he doesn't come back any time soon. Good show Pork!" Zim looked at the space where Naildoggy once was.
"I hope he does." Zim muttered as he pulled his legs into his chest.
"What was that Z?"
"Nothing... I just said I need a little time to recuperate." He watched as Pork and Mooseboy congratulated each other on their win over Naildoggy. 'Surprising that they'd agree on anything. Maybe they're right. Maybe Naildoggy really was bad, but it didn't seem like that. I'm so fucking confused.'
About twelve floors below the strange house, Dib was slowly beginning to regain consciousness.
"Ow" he stated as he opened his eyes. He only saw darkness; Dib couldn't even make out the size of the room he was in for the darkness. 'I'm caught! I'm caught! I'm caught!' The thought cycled over and over in his mind. He felt the cold shackles on his wrists and ankles. He tried to stand, but a massive headache proved to be a big hindrance. Dib brought a hand to his forehead and felt blood. "Hello?" The word echoed off the walls.
'It's so dark in here. There has to be a way out. This can't be the end. It just can't! I've got to get out of here. Where is he? Maybe he's just going to leave me here to die. No, he wouldn't do that. He said he was going to torture me.' That train of thought sent a shiver through his body. "Come on Dib, you can make it through this! You just have to find a way out of here." He tried to pull his hands from the shackles, but they were extremely tight. Next, he felt around for a wall, but couldn't come across one. 'Well I have to be chained to something.' He followed the chains that bound him to their source. This happened to be a fixture in the floor. He felt around it for any kind of locking mechanism or fastening, but could find none.
"Great!" he said while giving up for the moment. Zim was in control and he knew it. He would simply have to wait on Zim's next move... whatever that was.
END
Wow! That was uncharacteristically short, but I like the hanging end. Of course, it's not THE end... no... I have no idea when that's going to come. This thing is writing itself and wow am I in need of some gore. I need to stop kicking Zim's ass. Why do I always torture the characters I love? Hmm... must be tough love I guess. Oh well... read this and watch me continue to mentally and physically stress out the main characters because I must be obsessed or something. Well chao for now! And... REVIEW!!! please?
Completed at 2:58pm (alright! I really should be unconscious at this time due to sleep deprivation, but I'm not. I need to return to my night- owlness... this is really starting to worry me)
*announcement* Thank God for my new Canon CanoScan LiDE20... that's right I finally broke down and got a scanner. which means you people finally get to see them pics... they are @ www.geocities.com/Lizzy733/art.html yes.. laugh at my using geocities... and if it isn't there. blame the pagebuilder... because it is the devil and hates me... ON WITH THE STORY!!!
Zim the HomICidAl iRkEn part 8 (I'm starting to get obsessive with those crazy letters...)
During the skool day, it rained off and on, which set Zim on ends. All the students were present except for Tak. She seemed to have mysteriously disappeared overnight. No one really knew of her whereabouts but Mrs. Bitters insisted that she had discovered the bleakness of life and had doomed herself to eternal isolation in her growing paranoia. Zim was beginning to believe that attacking Tak was a bad thing to do.
'She did want to serve the empire but she also wanted my help. Why did she want my help; was it because I'm like her? She didn't really seem all that bad. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to kill her. She is the only other Irken on the planet and I'll probably never see her or get to talk to her again. I'm all alone here again. Fook! Why do I have to go and mess everything up?' A tapping sound that had become all too familiar in the past few hours presented itself once more. Zim looked to the window to see the translucent fluid cascade off the tin roof of the building. He involuntarily shuddered, a shudder which brought a mocking grin to the face of his enemy. He looked over at the offending child. 'Fuck this water stuff! It's not going to keep me from killing you. I don't care if I'm half melted into a puddle of goo; you're going to die.'
Just then, the dismissal bell rang and the children ran out into the acid- like rain. It was beyond Zim how they could find amusement in such an abysmal substance. Dib left the classroom rather quickly and waited under the walk for his sister to appear. He was in no hurry to get his throat slit and was intent on making it half way home before the rain stopped. Surely Zim wouldn't attack him in the rain.
"Come on Gaz" he said as his sibling exited the building with an uncharacteristic smirk on her face.
"What are you so eager about?" she asked.
"Not eager Gaz, nervous. You saw him try to kill me this morning." She glared at him for a moment before opening her umbrella and walking off the pavilion. He followed her, sharing the covering. It was at this point that Zim decided to appear from the skool building.
"Ha Zim! You can't get me now!" he teased. Zim looked at the rain with apprehension for a moment before shaking the offending feeling away. He glared at his enemy with a smirk on his face. Dib paused for a second to stare at the loony. Zim braced himself and leapt into the rain.
"Aaah!" Dib turned and rushed off quickly, a smoldering Zim on his heels. Zim bit down hard on his lip to keep from screaming out. He was writhing pain at the moment and didn't want to show this malady. It wasn't long before he broke the skin of his lip and blood began to seep into his mouth. He tried to ignore the pain and focus on his subject, but that was a difficult task.
Dib ran as hard as he possibly could. He didn't have to look behind himself to know that Zim was right on his heels. He created another crisscrossed pattern for his pursuer but this time the rain betrayed him. As he ran across some pavement, the slick surface caused him to falter. He fell onto the hard roadway. Zim was on him in an instant.
Seeing his fallen foe, Zim took this as his chance. He saw Dib try to pull himself up so he sent his booted foot into the boy's skull. Dib's head was flung forward into the concrete upon impact. He now lay unconscious, a small amount of blood seeping from a fresh wound. Zim snatched up his enemy and pulled him to a nearby covering. Once out of the rain, Zim let out a shaky breath. Not only was he tired from the pursuit, but his skin was simply crawling. He weakly came to a sitting position beside the unconscious boy as his flesh stopped smoking. He tasted the blood that had filled his mouth through the broken lip and immediately spat it out.
"I'll wait for it to stop" he said to no one in particular. Zim looked down at his catch. 'I caught him! I really caught him this time!' "You're not getting away" he said through gasps as he averted his gaze to the dwindling rain.
It wasn't long before the rain let up and Zim was able to carry his quarry home and secure him in a room under lock and key. He looked at the shackled boy for another moment before leaving the room.
'I'll take care of you later. Right now, I feel like shit.' Zim slowly made his way back upstairs.
"Yay you got him! Now go kill him!" Mr. Pork rang out happily.
"Not right now... I'm in no physical or mental condition to give him a proper torturing and besides, I'd much rather wait for him to wake up. It would be a shame for him to sleep right through it after I put so much effort into his capture."
"Now that you have him, you really don't have any purpose... no real reason for going on. Do you see what I'm getting at? You might as well kill yourself now while you're in a good mood. Procrastination is not something you should make a habit of." Psycho Mooseboy insisted. "That and you look bad... I mean really bad. You look like someone ran you over."
"Oh..." Zim looked down at his wounded skin. "That was that rain stuff. It burns the shit out of me."
"Here's an idea! You could just go and stand out in the rain and let it wash all of your problems away."
"You really shouldn't listen to them Z. They're using you and when they're done, they'll just throw you away!" Naildoggy piped in.
"You?" asked Mooseboy.
"I thought we'd taught you about messing with our poor boy's head!" added Pork as Zim found a seat on the couch.
"You're the only ones messing with his head!"
"Z, don't listen to that mutt" cried Pork. "He doesn't care about what you want."
"Or need." Mooseboy filled in.
"Well, Naildoggy has been pretty honest to me..." Zim started.
"Nonsense; go away you maggot infested mongrel! Z doesn't want your advice anymore!" At Pork's insistence, Naildoggy was suddenly gone. Zim blinked.
"Where'd he go?" he asked while looking around perplexed.
"I don't care as long as he doesn't come back any time soon. Good show Pork!" Zim looked at the space where Naildoggy once was.
"I hope he does." Zim muttered as he pulled his legs into his chest.
"What was that Z?"
"Nothing... I just said I need a little time to recuperate." He watched as Pork and Mooseboy congratulated each other on their win over Naildoggy. 'Surprising that they'd agree on anything. Maybe they're right. Maybe Naildoggy really was bad, but it didn't seem like that. I'm so fucking confused.'
About twelve floors below the strange house, Dib was slowly beginning to regain consciousness.
"Ow" he stated as he opened his eyes. He only saw darkness; Dib couldn't even make out the size of the room he was in for the darkness. 'I'm caught! I'm caught! I'm caught!' The thought cycled over and over in his mind. He felt the cold shackles on his wrists and ankles. He tried to stand, but a massive headache proved to be a big hindrance. Dib brought a hand to his forehead and felt blood. "Hello?" The word echoed off the walls.
'It's so dark in here. There has to be a way out. This can't be the end. It just can't! I've got to get out of here. Where is he? Maybe he's just going to leave me here to die. No, he wouldn't do that. He said he was going to torture me.' That train of thought sent a shiver through his body. "Come on Dib, you can make it through this! You just have to find a way out of here." He tried to pull his hands from the shackles, but they were extremely tight. Next, he felt around for a wall, but couldn't come across one. 'Well I have to be chained to something.' He followed the chains that bound him to their source. This happened to be a fixture in the floor. He felt around it for any kind of locking mechanism or fastening, but could find none.
"Great!" he said while giving up for the moment. Zim was in control and he knew it. He would simply have to wait on Zim's next move... whatever that was.
END
Wow! That was uncharacteristically short, but I like the hanging end. Of course, it's not THE end... no... I have no idea when that's going to come. This thing is writing itself and wow am I in need of some gore. I need to stop kicking Zim's ass. Why do I always torture the characters I love? Hmm... must be tough love I guess. Oh well... read this and watch me continue to mentally and physically stress out the main characters because I must be obsessed or something. Well chao for now! And... REVIEW!!! please?
Completed at 2:58pm (alright! I really should be unconscious at this time due to sleep deprivation, but I'm not. I need to return to my night- owlness... this is really starting to worry me)