A/N: Eeeep! I have MIDTERMS Monday! (Today? Maybe for you, but for me
today's still Friday, thank the Tallest!) Not like I study anyway
though. I have my English Regents first, that's a NY state mandated
test just in case you don't know. (I'm take them now instead of at the
end of the year cuz I'm in Honors English.)But I also have math in the
afternoon on Monday! I got a fifty on my last test and I'm in the
REMEDIAL course!! I HATE math! MAY IT SUFFER THE DOOM OF A THOUSAND
POKEMON CARD LASCERATIONS!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own them because they're REAL.
Chapter 8...In which the Oranges strike again, Dib has nightmares and
Zim worries, a lot.
Mrs. Drone was still in her classroom, sitting at her desk grading
persuasive essays. She sighed turning over Dib Membrane's paper. It was
extremely well written, but god that boy needed therapy. The whole
thing, written a week or so ago, was taking various 'evidence' and
trying to convince her that Zim was an alien. She shook her head.
The woman looked up, having felt a cold draft, but there was nothing
out of place, the door closed, window too. She looked down and then
sharply up again as her mind registered the sight her subconscious had
been trying to edit out.
It was tall, gangly and decidedly, undoubtedly inhuman. The teacher
stared transfixed in horror at the orange figure's hideous, perfectly
round, blue eyes.
For a moment there was no movement, then the terrible featureless
thing reached out it arms and grabbed her.
Now Isabella Drone screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
More tentacles found themselves wound around her body, writhing and
pulsating. She kicked and struggled more and more feebly as she felt
her strength leaving her as though it were rising out of her body
through her skin.
There was no one there to rescue her from the creature that had her
in its clutches. Her final thought before everything went black was
Dib was right.
Another moment and Koil dropped the withered husk of a body, all
energy drained. One moment after that and the alien began searching the
victim's purse.
***
Zim reflexively caught the falling human.
"Dib? DIB?!" he demanded, alarmed.
But there was no response from the limp body.
"You are NOT dead, Dib!" Zim held the boy securely as he raced across
his lab. Irkens may look scrawny but they had much greater strength
than humans. "Computer!! Prepare the medi-lab for an immediate patient!"
"You are going to be fine Dib, you had better be fine," he muttered,
tears welling in his eyes. "If you die I swear I'll kill you!"
***
Dib couldn't quite see where he was, but it was somewhere with grass,
somewhere he knew had once been beautiful, but all the green was gone,
it was all dead and brown.
He was in the center of the field, staring up at the black, starless
sky. There was no one else there, he was alone and he was so afraid.
Then something inhuman and terrible screamed and swooped down on the
hill where he stood. It was orange and was clawed, fanged and winged.
It was coming for him, and there was no where to hide.
He cowered and covered his face, waiting for the end to come. Through
his hands he saw the things jaws open and the thing prepared to breath
fire.
Hoof beats at a gallop. Dib looked up and saw someone, a knight on a
black horse in black armor riding towards them. The dragon paused to
see this new creature, and as it did the knight raised a bow and shot
a green flaming arrow at it. The shot held true and caught the dragon
in it's long neck.
The beast gave a fell howl as it was knocked from the air to the
ground with another shot. The knight rode forward, drawing his sword
as he passed he Dragon and swung at it, opening a great wound in the
monster's shoulder. The beast shrieked again and lashed out with a claw
and a blast of fire knocking the dauntless warrior from his mount.
Dib tried to shout for the knight to get up, but he couldn't get his
voice to work.
The dragon was closing in on the knight who was still down.
***
Zim set Dib's still figure gently but quickly on the pallet and
stepped back.
"Computer, scan for vital signs," he commanded nervously.
Transparent bands of yellow and violet appeared over Dib's body,
obscuring alternate bits of his form and a readout display was projected
in the air beside him.
"Patient is unconscious," the computer intoned. "Pulse slower than
human average, and has a current body temperature of a hundred and
two degrees Fahrenheit."
Thank the Tallest, Dib had only fainted it seemed, but that fever was
awfully high. "Is there anything that you can give him for the fever
that won't react incorrectly with his metabolism?"
"Katou Matadis is human safe."
Zim nodded. "Give him that."
A metal arm extended and gave Dib an injection.
"Is he in any immediate danger?" he asked nervously.
"Negative."
Zim took a deep breath. "Run a full diagnostic. I want to know any,
no, EVERY thing that is, that could POSSIBLY be wrong as soon as
possible."
"Running diagnostic," the computer confirmed.
Zim sat down heavily in a chair beside the medi-slab Dib was on. How
long would it be until the human woke up? How would he react to wake
up in the lab? It couldn't be helped, Zim NEEDED to know what was wrong
with him to help him. He hoped Dib would understand that.
Zim rubbed the fingers of his left hand together, remembering the
feeling of Dib's fever stricken skin, and the confused, dependant look
in his eyes, as he nuzzled Zim's hand.
Was it only the fever?
***
Dib screamed as the dragon's jaws were about to close on the knight.
But he saw the figure lash with his sword, knocking the beast's muzzle
away as he jumped back to his feet.
Another sword stroke and Dib saw the dragon fall and the knight raise
it's severed orange head. The knight removed his helmet to revel a
brash grin and green countenance.
Dib was sitting in his room, on his bed. He tossed the fantasy novel
aside. He drummed his fingers on the pillow for a moment, then jumped
up and turned his computer on. He turned to look out the window while
he waited, he pushed aside his curtains, but there was only a blank bare
wall.
Dib turned around, eyes wide, to look for the door. It wasn't there
either. In its place was a mirror.
Dib stared at his reflection at it stared at him, but as fear gripped
his heart the mirror image grinned wickedly at him. It grinned and he
could tell that it was whispering terrible things into the back of his
mind. He could hear it; he could feel the darkness emanating from it.
All the terrible things he had ever done or said to Zim played before
him, all the angry, hurt looks the Irken had ever given him flashed
in his mind, the dark hissings of the devil in the mirror, the devil
who laughed and laughed.
He fell to his knees clutching his head and sobbing, and in the mirror
his demon danced merrily. And Dib pushed himself to his feet and
grabbed the chair from beside his computer and threw it at the mirror.
***
The analysis wasn't done yet. This worried Zim because it didn't
usually take this long. Human biology was easy enough for the computer
to understand and it should have been finished unless the Oranges had
really done a number on the boy's physiology.
Zim clenched his fists. He swore that he'd hurt those things as much
as they'd hurt Dib. More. If he died...Zim was trembling with rage.
He heard footsteps.
"Hey, Zim, I looked for you in the lab but the computer said you
were...here. What happened?"
Zim swung his gaze around to look at Kiir, to glare at her actually.
"Go back upstairs," he hissed through his teeth.
"Ooooooooh, You keeeeeeeeeeled him," said Gir, who was standing
behind Kiir's legs, in a sad, shocked whine.
Zim turned his hard gaze on the robot. "Shut up Gir," he snapped.
"You know nothing. The human fainted and I am attempting to discover
the cause of his loss of consciousness."
Kiir raised an eyebrow and gave a smirk that made Zim want to hit her
with something large and heavy. "Really Zim? How come? I mean, what is
with you two anyway? Dib told me last night that you were enemies."
"Circumstances change," he looked away.
The computer bleeped and burbled. "Diagnostic complete."
***
The chair crashed into the mirror, shattering it to dust as the rest
of the room fell apart and Dib fell through black space where the
stars winked and flashed glimpses of distorted images as though they
were mirrors themselves. One star in particular caught his eye and he
stared at it as he fell and the image seemed to grow larger and larger.
Dib leaned back in his chair with his feet on the control panel,
staring idly out the view-shield at the stars as they flashed past.
Five months into the journey he was finally almost home.
He smirked to himself; it had been so easy, much easier than he would
have guessed. But then, he shouldn't have expected that such a backwater
planet would have presented any challenge. Less than a year after his
arrival the Earth had fallen to the mighty Invader Dib.
And now he was headed back to the Empire for praise from his Tallest
and admiration from all his fellow Irkens. He wondered if the Empire
had changed at all while he was gone, probably not, as he hadn't been
gone for very long, but long enough for him to...have a hard time...
remembering what the Empire was like at all.
Dib furrowed his brow. Strange, he could hardly remember anything at
all...He shook his head. Something wasn't right. Something was very
wrong. He stood up.
"Gir, Gir?" He looked down at the little robot who was sucking on his
own fingers.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeesss?"
"Gir who am I?" he demanded.
The robot giggled.
Dib picked the robot up and shook it. "Tell me who I am!!"
It giggled again. "You're a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuman."
"What? No!"
The robot giggled and turned his eyes into mirrors. Dib stared into
the twin orbs of reflection and saw his own pink flesh and hair.
He dropped Gir.
"No!" He tripped backwards, and smashed through the glass of
the view shield, and once again he was in the void of space.
But this time he remembered that he couldn't breath.
***
Zim stared at the readouts. It was impossible. It just wasn't
possible. This was something that completely dwarfed the fact that he'd
figured out what the Oranges had done. In fact, they hadn't done
anything more than the energy drain, if Dib had just rested this
wouldn't have happened. But no, the hu- Dib had had to overtax himself.
The drain had depleted his immune system and his body was reacting
very badly to an infection he'd had before but hadn't done any harm.
Zim had him on antibiotics that the computer assured him were safe
for him to take and if Dib didn't slip off into a coma the medicine
would do the rest and he'd be fine. This was something different. This
had nothing to do with Oranges. He stared at the readouts again. Did
Dib know?
"Zim!" Kiir shouted. "I don't think he's breathing."
"What?!" Zim snapped around. "Computer?!"
"Affirmative, attempting resuscitation." An air mask clamped itself
over Dib's mouth and nose.
Zim stood over the pallet and looked down at him. "Breath Dib!" he
commanded, fearfully, and squeezed the boy's hand.
***
Dib felt himself suffocating, but there was nothing for him to breath.
He struggled trying to find air. He couldn't. He felt himself dieing,
drowning.
Someone grabbed his hand. Someone pulled him up above the water and
set him on the shore, coughing and sputtering. He felt the air flowing
back into his lungs.
***
Zim heard Dib start to cough. "Computer, he's breathing!"
"Affirmative." The air mask was released. "Breathing stabilized."
Zim felt relief flood his being. For a moment he thought that Dib was
really going to die. His own breathing steadied and he loosened his
grip on Dib's hand, but didn't let him go entirely.
"I know why you're so worried," said a catty voice right by his
antenna.
Zim looked sharply up. "Worried? Zim is not worried."
She snorted. "Really." She was incredulous. "So you WERE'NT just
holding onto his hand for dear life?"
Zim glared at her. "What do you know, outlaw?" He gently let go of
Dib's hand.
"A lot more than you think, Zimmy."
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" he snapped.
"More than I care to count, Zimmy."
His gaze darkened further. "I thought I'd be rid of you when they
kicked you out of the academy, and I was wrong. I thought I was rid of
you when they sent me to Earth and look, I was wrong again. You're like
the Blachstian Plague, you just keep coming back." He crossed his arms
and looked away.
He felt her put her arms around his shoulders. "Aw, is that anyway to
treat an old sweetheart?" She chuckled, "even if you do have a new one."
The shock of the words hit him like a blow and he forced himself out
of her embrace and swiveled around to stare stricken at her. "WHAT?"
She smirked. "Don't even try to tell me you're not in love with him,
it's painfully obvious."
"You lie!" he hissed. "He is an Earth-thing."
She shrugged. "So? You know you care about him. Does is really matter
what planet he's from?"
Zim sat down heavily in his chair. Was there really any use denying it
to her? She'd just keep pushing. She ALWAYS kept pushing. "You never
know when to quit, do you?" he muttered to her.
She bopped one of his antenna and he shivered. "Wasn't that why you
dated me? I'll wager a couple thousand monies that kid there doesn't
know when to quit either."
He slumped back in his chair. "No, he doesn't." He looked up at her,
for all his protesting it was a relief to admit it to someone. "He's
been fighting me for five years, Kiir, since I got here. We've been
bitter enemies. I try to conquer the Earth, he stops me and tries to
prove I exist to the rest of the world." He sighed.
"And you've always admired him from afar and known you'd never really
hurt him, right?" She grinned. "I bet you've had fantasies about having
him by your side when you ruled the Earth."
He glared at her. "I hate you."
"Only because I know you so well Zimmy. So keep talking, why the
sudden lack of enmity between you?"
He looked away. "It was… a combination of things. Finding out, last
night, about my mission, and then today when I saved him. He wanted a
truce, and I thought, why not? What's the point anymore? And I thought
maybe, since he was the one that said it, maybe it meant that I wasn't
just something for him to cut up on the dissection table."
"Oh, I donno Zim, that sounds kind of fun. In a kinky sort of way."
He stared at her, horrified. "KIIR!"
She giggled. But then became more serious, as though she were
thinking about something. "Hey Zim, maybe I should let you figure
this out on your own, but..."
Dib coughed. "Nnng, Zim?" he said hoarsely.
To be continued...
Hehehe. More cliffhangey evilness. Am I wicked or am I wicked. Next
chapter as soon as I write it. What did Zim find out about Dib? Find
out the same time I tell you how I did on my math test.
Read it? Review it!
today's still Friday, thank the Tallest!) Not like I study anyway
though. I have my English Regents first, that's a NY state mandated
test just in case you don't know. (I'm take them now instead of at the
end of the year cuz I'm in Honors English.)But I also have math in the
afternoon on Monday! I got a fifty on my last test and I'm in the
REMEDIAL course!! I HATE math! MAY IT SUFFER THE DOOM OF A THOUSAND
POKEMON CARD LASCERATIONS!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own them because they're REAL.
Chapter 8...In which the Oranges strike again, Dib has nightmares and
Zim worries, a lot.
Mrs. Drone was still in her classroom, sitting at her desk grading
persuasive essays. She sighed turning over Dib Membrane's paper. It was
extremely well written, but god that boy needed therapy. The whole
thing, written a week or so ago, was taking various 'evidence' and
trying to convince her that Zim was an alien. She shook her head.
The woman looked up, having felt a cold draft, but there was nothing
out of place, the door closed, window too. She looked down and then
sharply up again as her mind registered the sight her subconscious had
been trying to edit out.
It was tall, gangly and decidedly, undoubtedly inhuman. The teacher
stared transfixed in horror at the orange figure's hideous, perfectly
round, blue eyes.
For a moment there was no movement, then the terrible featureless
thing reached out it arms and grabbed her.
Now Isabella Drone screamed.
And screamed.
And screamed.
More tentacles found themselves wound around her body, writhing and
pulsating. She kicked and struggled more and more feebly as she felt
her strength leaving her as though it were rising out of her body
through her skin.
There was no one there to rescue her from the creature that had her
in its clutches. Her final thought before everything went black was
Dib was right.
Another moment and Koil dropped the withered husk of a body, all
energy drained. One moment after that and the alien began searching the
victim's purse.
***
Zim reflexively caught the falling human.
"Dib? DIB?!" he demanded, alarmed.
But there was no response from the limp body.
"You are NOT dead, Dib!" Zim held the boy securely as he raced across
his lab. Irkens may look scrawny but they had much greater strength
than humans. "Computer!! Prepare the medi-lab for an immediate patient!"
"You are going to be fine Dib, you had better be fine," he muttered,
tears welling in his eyes. "If you die I swear I'll kill you!"
***
Dib couldn't quite see where he was, but it was somewhere with grass,
somewhere he knew had once been beautiful, but all the green was gone,
it was all dead and brown.
He was in the center of the field, staring up at the black, starless
sky. There was no one else there, he was alone and he was so afraid.
Then something inhuman and terrible screamed and swooped down on the
hill where he stood. It was orange and was clawed, fanged and winged.
It was coming for him, and there was no where to hide.
He cowered and covered his face, waiting for the end to come. Through
his hands he saw the things jaws open and the thing prepared to breath
fire.
Hoof beats at a gallop. Dib looked up and saw someone, a knight on a
black horse in black armor riding towards them. The dragon paused to
see this new creature, and as it did the knight raised a bow and shot
a green flaming arrow at it. The shot held true and caught the dragon
in it's long neck.
The beast gave a fell howl as it was knocked from the air to the
ground with another shot. The knight rode forward, drawing his sword
as he passed he Dragon and swung at it, opening a great wound in the
monster's shoulder. The beast shrieked again and lashed out with a claw
and a blast of fire knocking the dauntless warrior from his mount.
Dib tried to shout for the knight to get up, but he couldn't get his
voice to work.
The dragon was closing in on the knight who was still down.
***
Zim set Dib's still figure gently but quickly on the pallet and
stepped back.
"Computer, scan for vital signs," he commanded nervously.
Transparent bands of yellow and violet appeared over Dib's body,
obscuring alternate bits of his form and a readout display was projected
in the air beside him.
"Patient is unconscious," the computer intoned. "Pulse slower than
human average, and has a current body temperature of a hundred and
two degrees Fahrenheit."
Thank the Tallest, Dib had only fainted it seemed, but that fever was
awfully high. "Is there anything that you can give him for the fever
that won't react incorrectly with his metabolism?"
"Katou Matadis is human safe."
Zim nodded. "Give him that."
A metal arm extended and gave Dib an injection.
"Is he in any immediate danger?" he asked nervously.
"Negative."
Zim took a deep breath. "Run a full diagnostic. I want to know any,
no, EVERY thing that is, that could POSSIBLY be wrong as soon as
possible."
"Running diagnostic," the computer confirmed.
Zim sat down heavily in a chair beside the medi-slab Dib was on. How
long would it be until the human woke up? How would he react to wake
up in the lab? It couldn't be helped, Zim NEEDED to know what was wrong
with him to help him. He hoped Dib would understand that.
Zim rubbed the fingers of his left hand together, remembering the
feeling of Dib's fever stricken skin, and the confused, dependant look
in his eyes, as he nuzzled Zim's hand.
Was it only the fever?
***
Dib screamed as the dragon's jaws were about to close on the knight.
But he saw the figure lash with his sword, knocking the beast's muzzle
away as he jumped back to his feet.
Another sword stroke and Dib saw the dragon fall and the knight raise
it's severed orange head. The knight removed his helmet to revel a
brash grin and green countenance.
Dib was sitting in his room, on his bed. He tossed the fantasy novel
aside. He drummed his fingers on the pillow for a moment, then jumped
up and turned his computer on. He turned to look out the window while
he waited, he pushed aside his curtains, but there was only a blank bare
wall.
Dib turned around, eyes wide, to look for the door. It wasn't there
either. In its place was a mirror.
Dib stared at his reflection at it stared at him, but as fear gripped
his heart the mirror image grinned wickedly at him. It grinned and he
could tell that it was whispering terrible things into the back of his
mind. He could hear it; he could feel the darkness emanating from it.
All the terrible things he had ever done or said to Zim played before
him, all the angry, hurt looks the Irken had ever given him flashed
in his mind, the dark hissings of the devil in the mirror, the devil
who laughed and laughed.
He fell to his knees clutching his head and sobbing, and in the mirror
his demon danced merrily. And Dib pushed himself to his feet and
grabbed the chair from beside his computer and threw it at the mirror.
***
The analysis wasn't done yet. This worried Zim because it didn't
usually take this long. Human biology was easy enough for the computer
to understand and it should have been finished unless the Oranges had
really done a number on the boy's physiology.
Zim clenched his fists. He swore that he'd hurt those things as much
as they'd hurt Dib. More. If he died...Zim was trembling with rage.
He heard footsteps.
"Hey, Zim, I looked for you in the lab but the computer said you
were...here. What happened?"
Zim swung his gaze around to look at Kiir, to glare at her actually.
"Go back upstairs," he hissed through his teeth.
"Ooooooooh, You keeeeeeeeeeled him," said Gir, who was standing
behind Kiir's legs, in a sad, shocked whine.
Zim turned his hard gaze on the robot. "Shut up Gir," he snapped.
"You know nothing. The human fainted and I am attempting to discover
the cause of his loss of consciousness."
Kiir raised an eyebrow and gave a smirk that made Zim want to hit her
with something large and heavy. "Really Zim? How come? I mean, what is
with you two anyway? Dib told me last night that you were enemies."
"Circumstances change," he looked away.
The computer bleeped and burbled. "Diagnostic complete."
***
The chair crashed into the mirror, shattering it to dust as the rest
of the room fell apart and Dib fell through black space where the
stars winked and flashed glimpses of distorted images as though they
were mirrors themselves. One star in particular caught his eye and he
stared at it as he fell and the image seemed to grow larger and larger.
Dib leaned back in his chair with his feet on the control panel,
staring idly out the view-shield at the stars as they flashed past.
Five months into the journey he was finally almost home.
He smirked to himself; it had been so easy, much easier than he would
have guessed. But then, he shouldn't have expected that such a backwater
planet would have presented any challenge. Less than a year after his
arrival the Earth had fallen to the mighty Invader Dib.
And now he was headed back to the Empire for praise from his Tallest
and admiration from all his fellow Irkens. He wondered if the Empire
had changed at all while he was gone, probably not, as he hadn't been
gone for very long, but long enough for him to...have a hard time...
remembering what the Empire was like at all.
Dib furrowed his brow. Strange, he could hardly remember anything at
all...He shook his head. Something wasn't right. Something was very
wrong. He stood up.
"Gir, Gir?" He looked down at the little robot who was sucking on his
own fingers.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeesss?"
"Gir who am I?" he demanded.
The robot giggled.
Dib picked the robot up and shook it. "Tell me who I am!!"
It giggled again. "You're a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuman."
"What? No!"
The robot giggled and turned his eyes into mirrors. Dib stared into
the twin orbs of reflection and saw his own pink flesh and hair.
He dropped Gir.
"No!" He tripped backwards, and smashed through the glass of
the view shield, and once again he was in the void of space.
But this time he remembered that he couldn't breath.
***
Zim stared at the readouts. It was impossible. It just wasn't
possible. This was something that completely dwarfed the fact that he'd
figured out what the Oranges had done. In fact, they hadn't done
anything more than the energy drain, if Dib had just rested this
wouldn't have happened. But no, the hu- Dib had had to overtax himself.
The drain had depleted his immune system and his body was reacting
very badly to an infection he'd had before but hadn't done any harm.
Zim had him on antibiotics that the computer assured him were safe
for him to take and if Dib didn't slip off into a coma the medicine
would do the rest and he'd be fine. This was something different. This
had nothing to do with Oranges. He stared at the readouts again. Did
Dib know?
"Zim!" Kiir shouted. "I don't think he's breathing."
"What?!" Zim snapped around. "Computer?!"
"Affirmative, attempting resuscitation." An air mask clamped itself
over Dib's mouth and nose.
Zim stood over the pallet and looked down at him. "Breath Dib!" he
commanded, fearfully, and squeezed the boy's hand.
***
Dib felt himself suffocating, but there was nothing for him to breath.
He struggled trying to find air. He couldn't. He felt himself dieing,
drowning.
Someone grabbed his hand. Someone pulled him up above the water and
set him on the shore, coughing and sputtering. He felt the air flowing
back into his lungs.
***
Zim heard Dib start to cough. "Computer, he's breathing!"
"Affirmative." The air mask was released. "Breathing stabilized."
Zim felt relief flood his being. For a moment he thought that Dib was
really going to die. His own breathing steadied and he loosened his
grip on Dib's hand, but didn't let him go entirely.
"I know why you're so worried," said a catty voice right by his
antenna.
Zim looked sharply up. "Worried? Zim is not worried."
She snorted. "Really." She was incredulous. "So you WERE'NT just
holding onto his hand for dear life?"
Zim glared at her. "What do you know, outlaw?" He gently let go of
Dib's hand.
"A lot more than you think, Zimmy."
"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" he snapped.
"More than I care to count, Zimmy."
His gaze darkened further. "I thought I'd be rid of you when they
kicked you out of the academy, and I was wrong. I thought I was rid of
you when they sent me to Earth and look, I was wrong again. You're like
the Blachstian Plague, you just keep coming back." He crossed his arms
and looked away.
He felt her put her arms around his shoulders. "Aw, is that anyway to
treat an old sweetheart?" She chuckled, "even if you do have a new one."
The shock of the words hit him like a blow and he forced himself out
of her embrace and swiveled around to stare stricken at her. "WHAT?"
She smirked. "Don't even try to tell me you're not in love with him,
it's painfully obvious."
"You lie!" he hissed. "He is an Earth-thing."
She shrugged. "So? You know you care about him. Does is really matter
what planet he's from?"
Zim sat down heavily in his chair. Was there really any use denying it
to her? She'd just keep pushing. She ALWAYS kept pushing. "You never
know when to quit, do you?" he muttered to her.
She bopped one of his antenna and he shivered. "Wasn't that why you
dated me? I'll wager a couple thousand monies that kid there doesn't
know when to quit either."
He slumped back in his chair. "No, he doesn't." He looked up at her,
for all his protesting it was a relief to admit it to someone. "He's
been fighting me for five years, Kiir, since I got here. We've been
bitter enemies. I try to conquer the Earth, he stops me and tries to
prove I exist to the rest of the world." He sighed.
"And you've always admired him from afar and known you'd never really
hurt him, right?" She grinned. "I bet you've had fantasies about having
him by your side when you ruled the Earth."
He glared at her. "I hate you."
"Only because I know you so well Zimmy. So keep talking, why the
sudden lack of enmity between you?"
He looked away. "It was… a combination of things. Finding out, last
night, about my mission, and then today when I saved him. He wanted a
truce, and I thought, why not? What's the point anymore? And I thought
maybe, since he was the one that said it, maybe it meant that I wasn't
just something for him to cut up on the dissection table."
"Oh, I donno Zim, that sounds kind of fun. In a kinky sort of way."
He stared at her, horrified. "KIIR!"
She giggled. But then became more serious, as though she were
thinking about something. "Hey Zim, maybe I should let you figure
this out on your own, but..."
Dib coughed. "Nnng, Zim?" he said hoarsely.
To be continued...
Hehehe. More cliffhangey evilness. Am I wicked or am I wicked. Next
chapter as soon as I write it. What did Zim find out about Dib? Find
out the same time I tell you how I did on my math test.
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