Wow, how long has it been since I've updated this?! Months?! Years?!
Centuries?! I'm exaggerating, I know. But, after suffering from long spells
of writer's block, then having the computer die, then beginning the process
of moving, I have begun to actually work on this story once more! Aren't
you all so happy? Sorry this chapter is short. Next one will be longer, I
promise. Oh yeah, these things (~) mean it's a memory. It'll make sense
later. Please review and tell me if it makes any sense whatsoever!
Disclaimer: Zim, not mine, drat. Bob Millionaire, can you guess what show that is?
The Invasion Commences . . .Now
"How many things do we actually need, Dib? I feel like I'm going to go start a war, not try to sneak into an alien's house." Kit whined, adjusting the large bag on her shoulders. She glanced back to see Dib once again falling over from the amount of equipment gathered in his arms. He sighed, stumbling up, "Yeah, maybe you're right. Let's dump some of this stuff off at your house, it's closer." Kit eagerly agreed, offering a steady hand to her friend as the two staggered quickly towards her home.
"We have to stay quiet," Kit warned as she slowly opened the back door, "I only home my mom is asleep. Either that, or the Bob Millionaire show is on." She motioned for Dib to tiptoe after her to a hallway closet, stuffing the two bags into it. She quickly forced it shut again and followed Dib towards the door. They were just creeping out when a shrill voice rang through the air, "Kit Lynn Talerty! Where did you think you're going?!"
The girl flinched, slowly turning and forcing a grin, "Hi mom." Dib also turned, turning on his best smile, "Hi Mrs. T."
"Ah, hello Dib dear. How's your father? Good." Kit's mother's kind demeanor immediately vanished as she rounded on her daughter, "It's a school night, young lady! Do you have any idea what time it is? You can't be going out this late."
"But Mom, we have to save Nak! Zim going to take over the world, we have to stop him!"
"You stopped Zim from taking over the world last week. He can wait until the weekend."
"I'm serious, Mom!"
"So am I. Off to bed! Nice seeing you, Dib." The woman shot her child a warning stare, a warm smile to Dib, and quickly made her way back to the television set just as her show started once again. Kit hung her head and sighed, "This is great. Just great." Dib offered an encouraging look as he said, "It's okay, Kit, really. I'll get Nak. I mean, its just Zim. No big deal."
Kit nodded slowly, "Yeah, it's only Zim. Well, I'll keep my walkie-talkie on, okay? Call me if you need any help at all. I'll try to climb down the drainpipe or something. And Dib?"
The boy shouldered his backpack, glancing back at Kit, surprised by the frightened look he saw there, "Yeah?"
"Um . . . Just be careful this time." She threw her arms around him in a quick embrace, pecking his cheek with a kiss before racing up the stairs. Dib stood there momentarily stunned, his cheeks going red as he touched the spot where her lips had met. A goofy grin spread across his features as he began to make his way towards Zim's.
* * *
Nak hadn't moved in a while, in fact, Smackie wondered if his fellow classmate was still alive. He wondered about a lot of things lately. Everything was just a blur, confusing, only Just Zim made sense. Smackie frowned, dropping on the floor before Nak's tube, staring up at the boy, lost deep in thought.
Smackie could barely remember anything, only the stuff that had happened within the last few days. His brow furrowed as he struggled to concentrate, to remember what had happened that would make him feel so sluggish . . .so stupid.
~It had been a few days ago. He had just gotten down with basketball practice, and was heading home when Zim had stepped out from behind some bushes. Smackie had never had a particularly close relationship with the green kid, in fact, it seemed no one really did. Zim was just another popular boy that everyone followed around.
Zim had grinned at Smackie, a slowly, creeping smile, then held up some sort of object resembling a gun and shot him with it. It was no human gun, though. The next few hours were a blur, a jumbled mess of memories within Smackie's mind. He could remember waking up on a strange table with wires connected to his head, and restraints hold him firmly down. Zim was standing nearby, muttering to himself, typing things on a computer. ~
Smackie stood, growing frustrated, moving closer to Nak. He stared up at the lifeless form, knowing the memories were there, just wondering how to access them. He slammed a fist against the tube, growling under his breath. Maybe it was the anger growing within him, but it triggered the rest of the memory.
~It was Smackie this time in the tube, suspended in a gooey liquid, unable to move anything besides his eyes. His head ached unbearably, everything hurt, and nothing seemed to work. He lifted his eyes, slowly, painfully, and saw Zim standing there, studying him intently with that diabolical grin.
The walls of the tube vanished and he was left tottering there unsteadily. His vision was blurred, and nothing seemed to work quite right. Then Zim had marched forward, and said something. Smackie had no idea what Zim had said; only that it triggered something in his head. Suddenly, everything was in focus, clear as day. His limbs were under his control once more, able to do whatever it was he wanted. But he didn't want to do anything for himself; he only wanted to do what Zim wanted him to. He had to obey Zim. He had to listen to Zim. Only Zim. ~
The boy jerked away from the tube, staring up at Nak in horror. Zim had done this to him, had made him this way! Zim had somehow taken whatever will Smackie had and twisted it so that his only goal was to please the alien. And he was going to do the same thing to Nak!
"Smackie."
It wasn't a question; it was command that echoed through his brain. Zim stood there, staring at Smackie, as if daring him. Their eyes locked momentarily, a battle of wills. Slowly, Smackie's sight dropped to the floor, the battle lost. Zim grinned triumphantly, walking over to glance at Nak then back at the other human. "Go prepare the other lab. I'm going to be doing some surgery." He ordered, smiling gleefully up at Nak.
Smackie turned to obey, he had to obey, and he had no other choice. He stole one glance over his shoulder at Nak, frowned. "I obey, Just Zim," he said. He wasn't sure if it was an apology, or simply a programmed saying Zim had made him say. He didn't care. He went to go prepare the lab.
Disclaimer: Zim, not mine, drat. Bob Millionaire, can you guess what show that is?
The Invasion Commences . . .Now
"How many things do we actually need, Dib? I feel like I'm going to go start a war, not try to sneak into an alien's house." Kit whined, adjusting the large bag on her shoulders. She glanced back to see Dib once again falling over from the amount of equipment gathered in his arms. He sighed, stumbling up, "Yeah, maybe you're right. Let's dump some of this stuff off at your house, it's closer." Kit eagerly agreed, offering a steady hand to her friend as the two staggered quickly towards her home.
"We have to stay quiet," Kit warned as she slowly opened the back door, "I only home my mom is asleep. Either that, or the Bob Millionaire show is on." She motioned for Dib to tiptoe after her to a hallway closet, stuffing the two bags into it. She quickly forced it shut again and followed Dib towards the door. They were just creeping out when a shrill voice rang through the air, "Kit Lynn Talerty! Where did you think you're going?!"
The girl flinched, slowly turning and forcing a grin, "Hi mom." Dib also turned, turning on his best smile, "Hi Mrs. T."
"Ah, hello Dib dear. How's your father? Good." Kit's mother's kind demeanor immediately vanished as she rounded on her daughter, "It's a school night, young lady! Do you have any idea what time it is? You can't be going out this late."
"But Mom, we have to save Nak! Zim going to take over the world, we have to stop him!"
"You stopped Zim from taking over the world last week. He can wait until the weekend."
"I'm serious, Mom!"
"So am I. Off to bed! Nice seeing you, Dib." The woman shot her child a warning stare, a warm smile to Dib, and quickly made her way back to the television set just as her show started once again. Kit hung her head and sighed, "This is great. Just great." Dib offered an encouraging look as he said, "It's okay, Kit, really. I'll get Nak. I mean, its just Zim. No big deal."
Kit nodded slowly, "Yeah, it's only Zim. Well, I'll keep my walkie-talkie on, okay? Call me if you need any help at all. I'll try to climb down the drainpipe or something. And Dib?"
The boy shouldered his backpack, glancing back at Kit, surprised by the frightened look he saw there, "Yeah?"
"Um . . . Just be careful this time." She threw her arms around him in a quick embrace, pecking his cheek with a kiss before racing up the stairs. Dib stood there momentarily stunned, his cheeks going red as he touched the spot where her lips had met. A goofy grin spread across his features as he began to make his way towards Zim's.
* * *
Nak hadn't moved in a while, in fact, Smackie wondered if his fellow classmate was still alive. He wondered about a lot of things lately. Everything was just a blur, confusing, only Just Zim made sense. Smackie frowned, dropping on the floor before Nak's tube, staring up at the boy, lost deep in thought.
Smackie could barely remember anything, only the stuff that had happened within the last few days. His brow furrowed as he struggled to concentrate, to remember what had happened that would make him feel so sluggish . . .so stupid.
~It had been a few days ago. He had just gotten down with basketball practice, and was heading home when Zim had stepped out from behind some bushes. Smackie had never had a particularly close relationship with the green kid, in fact, it seemed no one really did. Zim was just another popular boy that everyone followed around.
Zim had grinned at Smackie, a slowly, creeping smile, then held up some sort of object resembling a gun and shot him with it. It was no human gun, though. The next few hours were a blur, a jumbled mess of memories within Smackie's mind. He could remember waking up on a strange table with wires connected to his head, and restraints hold him firmly down. Zim was standing nearby, muttering to himself, typing things on a computer. ~
Smackie stood, growing frustrated, moving closer to Nak. He stared up at the lifeless form, knowing the memories were there, just wondering how to access them. He slammed a fist against the tube, growling under his breath. Maybe it was the anger growing within him, but it triggered the rest of the memory.
~It was Smackie this time in the tube, suspended in a gooey liquid, unable to move anything besides his eyes. His head ached unbearably, everything hurt, and nothing seemed to work. He lifted his eyes, slowly, painfully, and saw Zim standing there, studying him intently with that diabolical grin.
The walls of the tube vanished and he was left tottering there unsteadily. His vision was blurred, and nothing seemed to work quite right. Then Zim had marched forward, and said something. Smackie had no idea what Zim had said; only that it triggered something in his head. Suddenly, everything was in focus, clear as day. His limbs were under his control once more, able to do whatever it was he wanted. But he didn't want to do anything for himself; he only wanted to do what Zim wanted him to. He had to obey Zim. He had to listen to Zim. Only Zim. ~
The boy jerked away from the tube, staring up at Nak in horror. Zim had done this to him, had made him this way! Zim had somehow taken whatever will Smackie had and twisted it so that his only goal was to please the alien. And he was going to do the same thing to Nak!
"Smackie."
It wasn't a question; it was command that echoed through his brain. Zim stood there, staring at Smackie, as if daring him. Their eyes locked momentarily, a battle of wills. Slowly, Smackie's sight dropped to the floor, the battle lost. Zim grinned triumphantly, walking over to glance at Nak then back at the other human. "Go prepare the other lab. I'm going to be doing some surgery." He ordered, smiling gleefully up at Nak.
Smackie turned to obey, he had to obey, and he had no other choice. He stole one glance over his shoulder at Nak, frowned. "I obey, Just Zim," he said. He wasn't sure if it was an apology, or simply a programmed saying Zim had made him say. He didn't care. He went to go prepare the lab.