The Rising: the Story of the Downfall of Irk
Chapter 3
The Start of Chaos
Part I
A Word From the Author
I don't blame you for not thinking i was going to do this; I even believed that myself at one point. I was delayed, as elaborated in by earlier posts. I devised many schemes to get it out, until I found one that worked. Another detail is that this is so long. Around the middle I used print preview to see how many pages it was, and It turned out to be three (rather, two and a half)! I decided to cut it off at the middle, add a few dramatic touches, a slight cliffhanger, and SHAZZAAM!!!!!! I had a two part epic! I shall hold you no further.
No one knew what happened last night, not even Dib, for he was not told. Gaz had only said that she was spending the night at a so called "friend's" house. Dib, in his suspicious manner, knew there was more to this, but he had no time to theorize. Zim and Gaz silently agreed that they would never mention that night ever again.
Yet Dib was still concerned. Gaz had been out all the hours of the night, and was absent from Skool. Zim cared the least of all, for his trance had seemingly left him. Dib turned to Zim in this time. He raced to his table as fast as his legs could carry him. With one hand he held Zim's hands behind his back, with the other he gripped his neck.
"Ever since you were transferred," stated he, "I knew this day would come. Tell me where Gaz is and I might just let you go."
"I have no idea if what you speak, earth demon," replied Zim. Dib's grip about his neck tightened.
"Where is she?" He spied a glass bottle of ketchup near Zim. "Perhaps this will persuade you." He broke the bottle's tip and poured its contents on Zim's head. He nearly burst into flame. "There's more where that came from. Tell me where she is or I'll turn you into a torch." With that he heard a low rumble. He turned his head toward the window. There was a massive pig, followed by a great host of beach balls. Dib glanced at Zim. He knew that he could not possibly have that great a fleet. He forcibly let him go.
Here ends the interferences of Dib.
Zim went home to find that his living room was strewn with debris. He figured GIR was playing with Pig, but even he was gone. He then received a message from the Tallests.
"So," laughed Red in an insane, fidgety voice, grinning maliciously. "You think you can keep the secret, huh? You think you can play tricks on our mind, eh, Zim? HA! Well no longer."
"What are you talking about?" asked Zim.
"You can't hide things from us," said Purple with a smirk. "We captured the human you have been associating with. Oh, what was her name again? Gad or something? Anyway, she will be executed by torture. You will be next." The screen went to static.
And there it was again! The blasted trance! In this one was Gaz, bound with chains, placed in a dark, damp dungeon layer. There she was shot with merely the mildest of Irken artillery: lasers, bullets, and explosives. Through this she lived, the room and her body strewn with gore. Then the walls brought forth creatures of all the four corners of Irk: of Nnhaamhaatth, the Khasshaa snake, of Nnhyyaa, the Smoking dragon, of Thyarhraas, the Sshaohnyhy leviathan, and bursting through its iron gates was, of Mmhaanhaa, the Flaming dragon, the greatest and terrible of all the dragons.
At this point the trance abruptly ended. He was surprised by his own thoughts; they were not even his own. The trance had seducted his mind berfore, but this time it had conpletely taken him. He forced himself to travel to Arenastis, formerly Meekrob, the arena planet, where Gaz would be tortured.
Now, the execution arena had a "Relieve Your Body and Mind of the Horrible Burnt Gore You Saw Today" spa. Zim fearfully walked into the arena, only to find that it was empty, and that Gaz was not being tortured, but pampered. She was in the spa waiting room, reading a copy of Chicken Soup for the Game Slave Addict's Soul.
"Gaz!" cried he. "I thought you were dying!"
"I am," Gaz muttered. "No one's here! I've been waiting for hours!" Zim looked toward the empty receptionist's desk. The main door opened, bringing in the very figures Zim both loved and hated. They nonchalontly strided toward Zim. A pair of purple eyes glided toward Gaz; a pair of crazed, drunken red eyes darted toward Zim. Gaz, not knowing who either of them were, obnoxiously yelled. "Finally!" she sighed. "Are you the masseuse?"
Red and Purple exchanged bewildered looks. "Nnnnnnnooooooooooooooo. . ." they both chanted. Red's eyes remained fixed on Zim. "Ever since Operation Impending Doom I, your fate has been sealed." His hands were in a crazed cringe. "But we had been too cowardly to do it, too afraid to take action just yet. But this day, both you and your little. . ." his eyes darted toward Gaz and then back to Zim. ". . . girlfriend. . . will taste the wrath of the Irken Epmire!"
Quoth Zim, "You're sick, Red." He shot out two spider legs from his Pak, so that he may shoot a laser at Red and smite him. But lo! as soon as the legs were but a foot from the Pak, he had drawn both his Rhossh blades, and severed one, and left the other one hanging on a centimeter of Kkhaahtheehrhaah silver, which the legs were made of.
And when all this was done, he hath said. "You can't mess with the best." He twirled the blades with such speed that they were but silver blurs. He then slid them back in the seath that was on his belt. Purple, who was a sharpshooter, drew a stun gun from his holster. Truly, it was not a stun gun, but the way in which it was used, it might as well have been. He had expertly severed the tendons that held the hand to the arm, and slightly grazed the neck, just enough so that he was burned. And Zim fell back. He tried to break his fall, but his hands were dead weights, and he fell on his arms, which broke. his head banged on the floor, and he was unconscious.
Now, in the case of Gaz, Purple was too respective to do the same brutish thing to her as he did to Zim. She was a female, after all, and a human female, at that. She did not deserve to be shot by the the Tallest's gun; however, she did not deserve to be touched by the Tallest's hand, either, but it was the lesser of two evils, he supposed. He went to grab her arm, but Gaz's eye was quicker than her hand. She promptly broke his arm and ran out of the door.
"Don't let her get away!" he shouted, and fifty members of the Irken SWAT team suddenly appeared, for they had brought them in case Zim had gotten out of hand. Several members shot lasers at her, but Gaz, knowing the timing of Irkens, by Zim and Purple, ducked out of the line of fire. The remaining members tried to grab her, as Purple did; Gaz broke their arms as fast as they went to grab her. But lo! behind her there was a member with a stun gun, and he went out of the average timing of Irkens, in order to hit her. He lunged, as he was far behind, and shot. this resulted in this member to dive head-first into the floor. His brain was dashed upon the earth, and he was dead. Gaz fell backward, and it was finished. Red laughed a cold, maniacal laugh that did not suit him. Purple picked up this point very quickly, and side-stepped away from Red. Blood trickled from Gaz's mouth.
Thus ends The Rising: Chapter 3 Part I
Chapter 3
The Start of Chaos
Part I
A Word From the Author
I don't blame you for not thinking i was going to do this; I even believed that myself at one point. I was delayed, as elaborated in by earlier posts. I devised many schemes to get it out, until I found one that worked. Another detail is that this is so long. Around the middle I used print preview to see how many pages it was, and It turned out to be three (rather, two and a half)! I decided to cut it off at the middle, add a few dramatic touches, a slight cliffhanger, and SHAZZAAM!!!!!! I had a two part epic! I shall hold you no further.
No one knew what happened last night, not even Dib, for he was not told. Gaz had only said that she was spending the night at a so called "friend's" house. Dib, in his suspicious manner, knew there was more to this, but he had no time to theorize. Zim and Gaz silently agreed that they would never mention that night ever again.
Yet Dib was still concerned. Gaz had been out all the hours of the night, and was absent from Skool. Zim cared the least of all, for his trance had seemingly left him. Dib turned to Zim in this time. He raced to his table as fast as his legs could carry him. With one hand he held Zim's hands behind his back, with the other he gripped his neck.
"Ever since you were transferred," stated he, "I knew this day would come. Tell me where Gaz is and I might just let you go."
"I have no idea if what you speak, earth demon," replied Zim. Dib's grip about his neck tightened.
"Where is she?" He spied a glass bottle of ketchup near Zim. "Perhaps this will persuade you." He broke the bottle's tip and poured its contents on Zim's head. He nearly burst into flame. "There's more where that came from. Tell me where she is or I'll turn you into a torch." With that he heard a low rumble. He turned his head toward the window. There was a massive pig, followed by a great host of beach balls. Dib glanced at Zim. He knew that he could not possibly have that great a fleet. He forcibly let him go.
Here ends the interferences of Dib.
Zim went home to find that his living room was strewn with debris. He figured GIR was playing with Pig, but even he was gone. He then received a message from the Tallests.
"So," laughed Red in an insane, fidgety voice, grinning maliciously. "You think you can keep the secret, huh? You think you can play tricks on our mind, eh, Zim? HA! Well no longer."
"What are you talking about?" asked Zim.
"You can't hide things from us," said Purple with a smirk. "We captured the human you have been associating with. Oh, what was her name again? Gad or something? Anyway, she will be executed by torture. You will be next." The screen went to static.
And there it was again! The blasted trance! In this one was Gaz, bound with chains, placed in a dark, damp dungeon layer. There she was shot with merely the mildest of Irken artillery: lasers, bullets, and explosives. Through this she lived, the room and her body strewn with gore. Then the walls brought forth creatures of all the four corners of Irk: of Nnhaamhaatth, the Khasshaa snake, of Nnhyyaa, the Smoking dragon, of Thyarhraas, the Sshaohnyhy leviathan, and bursting through its iron gates was, of Mmhaanhaa, the Flaming dragon, the greatest and terrible of all the dragons.
At this point the trance abruptly ended. He was surprised by his own thoughts; they were not even his own. The trance had seducted his mind berfore, but this time it had conpletely taken him. He forced himself to travel to Arenastis, formerly Meekrob, the arena planet, where Gaz would be tortured.
Now, the execution arena had a "Relieve Your Body and Mind of the Horrible Burnt Gore You Saw Today" spa. Zim fearfully walked into the arena, only to find that it was empty, and that Gaz was not being tortured, but pampered. She was in the spa waiting room, reading a copy of Chicken Soup for the Game Slave Addict's Soul.
"Gaz!" cried he. "I thought you were dying!"
"I am," Gaz muttered. "No one's here! I've been waiting for hours!" Zim looked toward the empty receptionist's desk. The main door opened, bringing in the very figures Zim both loved and hated. They nonchalontly strided toward Zim. A pair of purple eyes glided toward Gaz; a pair of crazed, drunken red eyes darted toward Zim. Gaz, not knowing who either of them were, obnoxiously yelled. "Finally!" she sighed. "Are you the masseuse?"
Red and Purple exchanged bewildered looks. "Nnnnnnnooooooooooooooo. . ." they both chanted. Red's eyes remained fixed on Zim. "Ever since Operation Impending Doom I, your fate has been sealed." His hands were in a crazed cringe. "But we had been too cowardly to do it, too afraid to take action just yet. But this day, both you and your little. . ." his eyes darted toward Gaz and then back to Zim. ". . . girlfriend. . . will taste the wrath of the Irken Epmire!"
Quoth Zim, "You're sick, Red." He shot out two spider legs from his Pak, so that he may shoot a laser at Red and smite him. But lo! as soon as the legs were but a foot from the Pak, he had drawn both his Rhossh blades, and severed one, and left the other one hanging on a centimeter of Kkhaahtheehrhaah silver, which the legs were made of.
And when all this was done, he hath said. "You can't mess with the best." He twirled the blades with such speed that they were but silver blurs. He then slid them back in the seath that was on his belt. Purple, who was a sharpshooter, drew a stun gun from his holster. Truly, it was not a stun gun, but the way in which it was used, it might as well have been. He had expertly severed the tendons that held the hand to the arm, and slightly grazed the neck, just enough so that he was burned. And Zim fell back. He tried to break his fall, but his hands were dead weights, and he fell on his arms, which broke. his head banged on the floor, and he was unconscious.
Now, in the case of Gaz, Purple was too respective to do the same brutish thing to her as he did to Zim. She was a female, after all, and a human female, at that. She did not deserve to be shot by the the Tallest's gun; however, she did not deserve to be touched by the Tallest's hand, either, but it was the lesser of two evils, he supposed. He went to grab her arm, but Gaz's eye was quicker than her hand. She promptly broke his arm and ran out of the door.
"Don't let her get away!" he shouted, and fifty members of the Irken SWAT team suddenly appeared, for they had brought them in case Zim had gotten out of hand. Several members shot lasers at her, but Gaz, knowing the timing of Irkens, by Zim and Purple, ducked out of the line of fire. The remaining members tried to grab her, as Purple did; Gaz broke their arms as fast as they went to grab her. But lo! behind her there was a member with a stun gun, and he went out of the average timing of Irkens, in order to hit her. He lunged, as he was far behind, and shot. this resulted in this member to dive head-first into the floor. His brain was dashed upon the earth, and he was dead. Gaz fell backward, and it was finished. Red laughed a cold, maniacal laugh that did not suit him. Purple picked up this point very quickly, and side-stepped away from Red. Blood trickled from Gaz's mouth.
Thus ends The Rising: Chapter 3 Part I