I gots requests for Dib torture and here it is... that, and I really needed
some gore... and this was my way of getting some in here. My lack of
ownership of any and all things Jhonen depresses me... at least I have a
handful of comics and many Zim episodes in the memory banks of my pc.
Zim the HomIciDaL IrKeN part 9
Zim gave himself plenty of time to rest. By the time he was ready to begin the 'educating' of his catch, it was after 3am. Dib had somehow been able to fall asleep during the night in spite of his situation. The knowledge of this really disheartened Zim.
'I really don't want to have to wait any longer. I'll wake him...'
"Wait!" The outburst startled Zim and he spun away from the window in the cell-like room's door.
"Naildoggy, you came back!" Zim eagerly looked at his returning companion.
"I couldn't leave before telling you... Z, the other voices..."
"Mr. Pork and Psycho Mooseboy?"
"Yes, they're not the same anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"They're aware now, something is controlling them. They aren't a part of you anymore."
"What? You mean..."
"They're using you Z. Please don't listen to them."
"But I can either do one thing or the other. Either I'm following Mr. Pork or Mooseboy. There doesn't seem to be a go between."
"There is! And this is it... don't hurt that boy in there. I know he did things to you, but just forget about all that. Let him go and look for help. You can get better."
"Better? In order for someone to 'get better' they first have to have something wrong with them. Are you insinuating that there is something wrong with me?"
"You know there is!"
"No! I'm in control! You're wrong! They say you're the only one that's using me! They would tell me if something was wrong! They would!"
"Don't you see? That's what they want you to think! You used to be different, remember? You were happy; you didn't need to kill and you still don't."
"I know there was a time when I didn't kill, but it's all foggy. I can't remember anything else. All I can remember is the killing. It's a part of me and one of the only things that brings me pleasure anymore so go away!"
"They robbed it from you! They are the reason you don't remember."
"Just go!" Zim shut his eyes tightly as tears slowly streaked down his face. When he opened them again, Naildoggy was nowhere to be seen. Zim sniffled slightly and looked around at the deserted walkway. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked back to the room holding Dib. He inhaled deeply.
"Time to do something I want to do."
Zim flipped a switch on the dark walls of the room Dib was being held in. A small light above Dib illuminated the area around him. Dib was lying on the floor in the center of the room, fast asleep.
"Rise and shine!" Zim spoke enthusiastically. Dib slowly began to stir from his rest. At first, he had convinced himself that the events of his last awakening had been nothing more than part of an elaborate nightmare, but the cold floor and tight restraints reinforced his reality. He blinked slightly in the offending light. Once his eyes focused, he was able to make out the room's dimensions. The walls couldn't have been more than three feet out of his reach. The light did well to illuminate his circle of entrapment, but did little to show the walls. Dib speculated that they must have been some deep shade of purple.
"Zim?" 'Stupid, of course it's Zim. Who else would it be?'
"I'm so glad you're awake. Now we get to have some fun! And seeing as we are the only ones in this room right now, why don't you call me Z? (subliminal *cough* message *cough*)" Zim stepped out of the shadowed walls with his hands clasped behind his back. Dib could see him clearly without his disguise. He hadn't noticed how menacingly evil his eyes could be.
"Z? (*mumbled* subliminalmessage)Well that's stupid!" Zim's eye twitched slightly as he gazed at the boy. He soon shook of his feelings of angst and reclaimed his witty smirk.
"I'm not going to let your comments ruin what is most definitely going to put me into a good mood. They seem so few and far between these days."
"What you're doing... this is crazy! You're going to get caught! My dad will come looking for me and I'll make sure they do horrible experiments on you!" Dib thought about that. His dad would probably be overly disturbed by his absence, but, by the time he noticed, it would most likely be too late for him. Zim's eyes lit up like those of a child spying a toy that had sparked its interest.
"What type of experiments would they do?" Zim brought his hands from behind his back, one clasping what looked like an ice pick. He fiddled with the instrument while addressing his guest. "Of course these 'experiments' would keep the specimen alive for the longest possible amount of time as to ensure they feel excruciating pain right?"
"Yeah... Wait!" It finally donned on the paranormalist why his enemy would want to know about the non-lethal implements of experimentation. "No! You are not going to do experiments on me!" Dib looked frantically to his torturer.
"You know, I leaned something very interesting last weekend. It seems there are several organs the human body can survive without." Dib's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.
"Holy fucking shit!" Zim smirked as he tossed the ice pick away and leapt onto poor Dib, pinning him to the ground. Dib tried to struggle up, but the lanky alien had the upper hand.
"Now let's see..." Zim drew a scalpel from his pocket and twiddled it in his fingers like a pen. "I know it's called a kidney..." he thought deeply. "But the bad part is... I don't have a fucking clue which one it is." He looked down at Dib who had not ceased his protest. "You humans really should know more about your own anatomy. Oh well, on with the cutting!"
"No! Aaah!" Zim used his leverage to keep Dib from squirming as he lifted up the boy's shirt and held the knife to his belly. Dib continued an incessant yelling. Zim's antennae fell flat to his head and he glared at Dib.
"You're really loud seeing as I haven't even done anything to you yet." Dib let up on his shouts and whimpered pitifully. Zim quirked an eyebrow. "That's better." He then brought his attention back to the task at hand. The expression on his face was one of deep pondering. 'Here... or here?' He moved the blade from one location to the next. The suspense was killing Dib and sweat began to trickle its way down his face. Zim shrugged and finally decided on a cutting technique. He dug the blade in just below Dib's rib cage and to the right.
"Aaaah!" Dib let out the shrill cry as he ceased to struggle. It was no use; escape seemed to be futile. Zim stuck his segmented tongue out as he concentrated on working the blade down several inches, enlarging the wound. He then thrust his gloved hand into the gaping hole. Dib's body shuddered away involuntarily and his screams of pain filled the room.
"Hmm... this one? No, that's moving too much." Zim continued his hunt for the appropriate organ. "Nope... nope... nope... nope..." Zim was seemingly digging in the boy's body at this point and Dib's intestines were protruding from the cut. "I guess I'll just get this one." He then skillfully brought the blade into the gap with his other hand and used it to sever the connections the organ held with its body. Dib's entire body was shaking with fear and pain. Zim extracted the organ triumphantly and looked down at the boy who was racked with pain.
"You should be lucky; I think I actually got the right one." Zim brought his gaze to the puncture. The crimson fluid oozed from the open wound which had some appendages hanging out of it. Blood mixed with sweat seeped its way into a drain in the floor. He shook his head. "I should do something about that. I wouldn't want you to die of an infection or blood loss." Zim decided that it would be the cordial thing to do anyway. He stuffed the organs back in place and produced a needle and thread. Carefully, or at least what would be carefully for him, Zim stitched the skin together. Every time the needle penetrated Dib's flesh, a spasm of new pain flooded his already overwhelmed system. Dib stared blankly at the light above him. His mind was numb to anything but the pain. It was there incessantly; a common reminder of the situation he was in. He thought he would faint; unconsciousness would have been a welcomed escape from his current reality, but no such release was available. He seemed to be beyond sleeping. With the final stitch in place, Zim stood up to admire his handiwork.
"That should do to keep you alive..." Zim's gaze fell upon the extricated organ. "Unless I took out the wrong organ." Zim looked back to the unresponsive Dib. "That was fun. I hope you don't die. It would be a real shame; there's so much more I can do..." Zim looked at the organ again. "I should really keep that as a souvenir just in case you do die... I'm going to put it in a jar!" Zim giggled giddily and sprang out of the room with glee.
Dib lay there for what seemed like an eternity. It appeared as though all higher brain functions had been taken over by the pain, but, as adrenaline began to take effect, the ache slowly subsided to a bearable throbbing. His mind worked its way out of the shock and began to allow him to think. At first his thoughts were nothing but simple sentences, sounding themselves over and over. 'I'm going to die.' These soon began to contort into something that would be considered logical thinking. 'I'm going to die alone in this room. No one will ever know. Will they care?' Finally, Dib's mind caught up to him and he was able to truly assess the situation.
Dib found the strength to bring his head up and look at his stomach. The crudely placed stitches served their purpose and held the abrasion shut. The clotting feature of blood had encased it in the crusty red substance. All at once, Dib began to take control of his senses. This brought the smell of copper to his attention. He let his head fall back to the floor, surprised that it hadn't splashed into a puddle of his blood, but the room seemed to have a runoff.
'I can't move' he thought. 'If I do, I could pull one of these stitches and that would be bad.' Even thought they had been extremely amateur, Dib was grateful for the sutures. 'I hope I don't die.' The realization that he could actually die here clicked in his oversized head. He groaned as he continued to lay, unmoving on the cold and offending floor; hoping for sleep, but not for fear that he wouldn't wake up.
END
Alright... first of all... I'd like to say that I know very little about organ extrications, so if I am inaccurate in any way know that I am no doctor and do not plan to be one... at least not one that works with human bodies... Anyway... I know if Dib survives this whole ordeal... and you don't! Muahahahahahahaha(is letting the power go to her head again)hahahahahahaha! And I am back on my usual sleep schedule! Be proud of me! Now Review!
Completed at 2:59am (that's more like it!)
Zim the HomIciDaL IrKeN part 9
Zim gave himself plenty of time to rest. By the time he was ready to begin the 'educating' of his catch, it was after 3am. Dib had somehow been able to fall asleep during the night in spite of his situation. The knowledge of this really disheartened Zim.
'I really don't want to have to wait any longer. I'll wake him...'
"Wait!" The outburst startled Zim and he spun away from the window in the cell-like room's door.
"Naildoggy, you came back!" Zim eagerly looked at his returning companion.
"I couldn't leave before telling you... Z, the other voices..."
"Mr. Pork and Psycho Mooseboy?"
"Yes, they're not the same anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"They're aware now, something is controlling them. They aren't a part of you anymore."
"What? You mean..."
"They're using you Z. Please don't listen to them."
"But I can either do one thing or the other. Either I'm following Mr. Pork or Mooseboy. There doesn't seem to be a go between."
"There is! And this is it... don't hurt that boy in there. I know he did things to you, but just forget about all that. Let him go and look for help. You can get better."
"Better? In order for someone to 'get better' they first have to have something wrong with them. Are you insinuating that there is something wrong with me?"
"You know there is!"
"No! I'm in control! You're wrong! They say you're the only one that's using me! They would tell me if something was wrong! They would!"
"Don't you see? That's what they want you to think! You used to be different, remember? You were happy; you didn't need to kill and you still don't."
"I know there was a time when I didn't kill, but it's all foggy. I can't remember anything else. All I can remember is the killing. It's a part of me and one of the only things that brings me pleasure anymore so go away!"
"They robbed it from you! They are the reason you don't remember."
"Just go!" Zim shut his eyes tightly as tears slowly streaked down his face. When he opened them again, Naildoggy was nowhere to be seen. Zim sniffled slightly and looked around at the deserted walkway. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked back to the room holding Dib. He inhaled deeply.
"Time to do something I want to do."
Zim flipped a switch on the dark walls of the room Dib was being held in. A small light above Dib illuminated the area around him. Dib was lying on the floor in the center of the room, fast asleep.
"Rise and shine!" Zim spoke enthusiastically. Dib slowly began to stir from his rest. At first, he had convinced himself that the events of his last awakening had been nothing more than part of an elaborate nightmare, but the cold floor and tight restraints reinforced his reality. He blinked slightly in the offending light. Once his eyes focused, he was able to make out the room's dimensions. The walls couldn't have been more than three feet out of his reach. The light did well to illuminate his circle of entrapment, but did little to show the walls. Dib speculated that they must have been some deep shade of purple.
"Zim?" 'Stupid, of course it's Zim. Who else would it be?'
"I'm so glad you're awake. Now we get to have some fun! And seeing as we are the only ones in this room right now, why don't you call me Z? (subliminal *cough* message *cough*)" Zim stepped out of the shadowed walls with his hands clasped behind his back. Dib could see him clearly without his disguise. He hadn't noticed how menacingly evil his eyes could be.
"Z? (*mumbled* subliminalmessage)Well that's stupid!" Zim's eye twitched slightly as he gazed at the boy. He soon shook of his feelings of angst and reclaimed his witty smirk.
"I'm not going to let your comments ruin what is most definitely going to put me into a good mood. They seem so few and far between these days."
"What you're doing... this is crazy! You're going to get caught! My dad will come looking for me and I'll make sure they do horrible experiments on you!" Dib thought about that. His dad would probably be overly disturbed by his absence, but, by the time he noticed, it would most likely be too late for him. Zim's eyes lit up like those of a child spying a toy that had sparked its interest.
"What type of experiments would they do?" Zim brought his hands from behind his back, one clasping what looked like an ice pick. He fiddled with the instrument while addressing his guest. "Of course these 'experiments' would keep the specimen alive for the longest possible amount of time as to ensure they feel excruciating pain right?"
"Yeah... Wait!" It finally donned on the paranormalist why his enemy would want to know about the non-lethal implements of experimentation. "No! You are not going to do experiments on me!" Dib looked frantically to his torturer.
"You know, I leaned something very interesting last weekend. It seems there are several organs the human body can survive without." Dib's mouth dropped open and his eyes widened.
"Holy fucking shit!" Zim smirked as he tossed the ice pick away and leapt onto poor Dib, pinning him to the ground. Dib tried to struggle up, but the lanky alien had the upper hand.
"Now let's see..." Zim drew a scalpel from his pocket and twiddled it in his fingers like a pen. "I know it's called a kidney..." he thought deeply. "But the bad part is... I don't have a fucking clue which one it is." He looked down at Dib who had not ceased his protest. "You humans really should know more about your own anatomy. Oh well, on with the cutting!"
"No! Aaah!" Zim used his leverage to keep Dib from squirming as he lifted up the boy's shirt and held the knife to his belly. Dib continued an incessant yelling. Zim's antennae fell flat to his head and he glared at Dib.
"You're really loud seeing as I haven't even done anything to you yet." Dib let up on his shouts and whimpered pitifully. Zim quirked an eyebrow. "That's better." He then brought his attention back to the task at hand. The expression on his face was one of deep pondering. 'Here... or here?' He moved the blade from one location to the next. The suspense was killing Dib and sweat began to trickle its way down his face. Zim shrugged and finally decided on a cutting technique. He dug the blade in just below Dib's rib cage and to the right.
"Aaaah!" Dib let out the shrill cry as he ceased to struggle. It was no use; escape seemed to be futile. Zim stuck his segmented tongue out as he concentrated on working the blade down several inches, enlarging the wound. He then thrust his gloved hand into the gaping hole. Dib's body shuddered away involuntarily and his screams of pain filled the room.
"Hmm... this one? No, that's moving too much." Zim continued his hunt for the appropriate organ. "Nope... nope... nope... nope..." Zim was seemingly digging in the boy's body at this point and Dib's intestines were protruding from the cut. "I guess I'll just get this one." He then skillfully brought the blade into the gap with his other hand and used it to sever the connections the organ held with its body. Dib's entire body was shaking with fear and pain. Zim extracted the organ triumphantly and looked down at the boy who was racked with pain.
"You should be lucky; I think I actually got the right one." Zim brought his gaze to the puncture. The crimson fluid oozed from the open wound which had some appendages hanging out of it. Blood mixed with sweat seeped its way into a drain in the floor. He shook his head. "I should do something about that. I wouldn't want you to die of an infection or blood loss." Zim decided that it would be the cordial thing to do anyway. He stuffed the organs back in place and produced a needle and thread. Carefully, or at least what would be carefully for him, Zim stitched the skin together. Every time the needle penetrated Dib's flesh, a spasm of new pain flooded his already overwhelmed system. Dib stared blankly at the light above him. His mind was numb to anything but the pain. It was there incessantly; a common reminder of the situation he was in. He thought he would faint; unconsciousness would have been a welcomed escape from his current reality, but no such release was available. He seemed to be beyond sleeping. With the final stitch in place, Zim stood up to admire his handiwork.
"That should do to keep you alive..." Zim's gaze fell upon the extricated organ. "Unless I took out the wrong organ." Zim looked back to the unresponsive Dib. "That was fun. I hope you don't die. It would be a real shame; there's so much more I can do..." Zim looked at the organ again. "I should really keep that as a souvenir just in case you do die... I'm going to put it in a jar!" Zim giggled giddily and sprang out of the room with glee.
Dib lay there for what seemed like an eternity. It appeared as though all higher brain functions had been taken over by the pain, but, as adrenaline began to take effect, the ache slowly subsided to a bearable throbbing. His mind worked its way out of the shock and began to allow him to think. At first his thoughts were nothing but simple sentences, sounding themselves over and over. 'I'm going to die.' These soon began to contort into something that would be considered logical thinking. 'I'm going to die alone in this room. No one will ever know. Will they care?' Finally, Dib's mind caught up to him and he was able to truly assess the situation.
Dib found the strength to bring his head up and look at his stomach. The crudely placed stitches served their purpose and held the abrasion shut. The clotting feature of blood had encased it in the crusty red substance. All at once, Dib began to take control of his senses. This brought the smell of copper to his attention. He let his head fall back to the floor, surprised that it hadn't splashed into a puddle of his blood, but the room seemed to have a runoff.
'I can't move' he thought. 'If I do, I could pull one of these stitches and that would be bad.' Even thought they had been extremely amateur, Dib was grateful for the sutures. 'I hope I don't die.' The realization that he could actually die here clicked in his oversized head. He groaned as he continued to lay, unmoving on the cold and offending floor; hoping for sleep, but not for fear that he wouldn't wake up.
END
Alright... first of all... I'd like to say that I know very little about organ extrications, so if I am inaccurate in any way know that I am no doctor and do not plan to be one... at least not one that works with human bodies... Anyway... I know if Dib survives this whole ordeal... and you don't! Muahahahahahahaha(is letting the power go to her head again)hahahahahahaha! And I am back on my usual sleep schedule! Be proud of me! Now Review!
Completed at 2:59am (that's more like it!)