Rejection Chapter Seven

Dib and Libby nearly burst out laughing. The female Irken held a squirt gun aimed directly at Zim, who was cowering in fear. A SIR unit stood behind her, weapons at the ready. All remained silent for a long moment.

"Surprised to see me, Zim?" the Irken asked, breaking the prolonged silence. "You knew I'd come. You knew that I was stranded here."

"But you DIED! Invader Selphy died!"

"I am alive and well, Zim. I never died; I've lived in the wreck of my Voot Runner for seventy years. Missy and I were able to fix it," Selphy said, motioning to the SIR, "enabling us to come after my revenge."

Selphy pushed the button on the squirt gun, and a small jet of water struck Zim square in the forehead. He immediately began burning, and he ran about screaming with pain while Selphy laughed.

"He's allergic to water?" Libby whispered to Dib. He nodded. Selphy continued to fire the squirt gun at Zim until he fell to the ground in terrible pain.

"Libby, let's get out of here," Dib muttered. Before either one could move, Selphy turned suddenly.

"You aren't going anywhere, humans. Because of you, I had to rebuild all of that horrid Earth architecture! Plus, you know way too much already. Missy, eliminate them!"

The SIR fired her lasers at Dib and Libby, who barely managed to dodge them. As the SIR prepared to fire again, Gir jumped in front of her.

"HI!"

The lasers bounced off of Gir's head, hitting the already weakened Zim, who screamed. Green blood flowed across the floor. Gir didn't seem to notice the sticky green substance as he continued to attempt starting a conversation with Missy.

"What's YOOOOOUUR name? Do you like the scary monkey show?"

While Missy tried to get Gir away from her, Dib and Libby had gone over to inspect Zim.

"He still has a pulse," Libby said, "but he's going to bleed to death."

"And we're going to be left facing an actually competent alien." "Shut up, stinkbeast," Zim muttered. "Mighty Zim cannot die this way! The Tallest-"

He rolled over in his own blood, no longer moving. Selphy walked towards the lifeless alien, grinning. She kicked the body, spreading some blood, and laughed coldly. Missy had succeeded in getting GIR to get away from her. GIR himself stood staring at the bloody mess. It took him about three minutes to figure out what had happened, and when he did, he promptly began running in circles and screaming. The little robot eventually came to hang on to Dib protectively.

"Big-head boy, fix it!"

"Quiet, you!" Selphy shouted. Missy shot a laser at Gir, but missed, and he started screaming again.

"Forget the stupid SIR! Kill the human beasts!"

Another laser shot, and Dib, using Gir as a shield, deflected the beam back at Missy. It hit, knocking her memory chip out. It skidded across the floor and landed near Dib's foot. He stepped on it, looking at Selphy.

"Leave now and I won't destroy this."

"And if I don't?"

"I will destroy this, obviously. Take it and get out. You had your revenge."

He roughly kicked the chip back to the blue eyed alien. She picked it up, and ran.

"Dib, what are we going to do with Zim's body?"

"Well, we could give it to Mysterious Mysteries. I mean, why SHOULD we bury him? He came here trying to take over this planet. It was a false mission, too. His leaders wanted him dead."

"And maybe you'd get the respect you deserve."

Stunned at hearing those words from Libby of all people, he just kind of stared at her, aghast. She was not the type of person to support or encourage anyone, least of all an outcast like Dib.

"The people around here are naïve," she continued. "They can't see the proof of anything, though it sits right in front of them. Although it would be unethical of you, I want you to take this to Mysterious Mysteries, Dib."



Libby leaned in and kissed Dib on the lips, and then she stood, looking at him for a moment. Her icy blue eyes were intimidating from that point of view, harsh and cold.

"Go on, Dib."

He nodded, stunned, and also stood. He picked up the body, which was surprisingly light, and then turned and ran without looking back.

He should have, though.