Hiya peoples! I'm back... and... um... This chapter might not be as good
because I had no idea what to write! But oh well.... Anyways... Wow people!
You are not meeting my review requirement! ^_^ I only got 3 reviews... Now,
that's not that good.... I needed 5.... But thanks doomedTASH, S.C. fowlie,
and Danielle for reviewing. I appreciate it. So... I guess I should get on
with the story huh? Okay. This will be from Dib's POV sorta...
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 3
by GothicAngel
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Dib laid in his bed thinking; his hands behind his head, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. He seemed to have one thing in common with Zim; they both thought a lot about things. Dib seemed deep in thought at that moment.
He wore a black tee-shirt under his normal black trench coat. Black seemed to be the right color for Dib. Helping him to blend into the shadows at night, when he decided to take the normal, middle of the night, stroll that he normally took through the nearby park. He still had his regular black boots. Although bigger, the boots were still the same brand.
Dib rolled over in bed and lay on his stomach, his elbows holding him up. He looked at the many scars he had on his arms; scars from victorious or losing battles with his arch nemesis, Zim.
His eyes trailed down a long scar from his wrist to where his arm bent. This particular one was caused by sneaking into Zim's base. He had accidentally triggered a laser defense system. He jumped out of the way in time, but, as a result, the laser had grazed his left arm. The gash required sixty-two stitches.
Dib glanced over his right shoulder to look at his alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to his bed.
"10:03," Dib mumbled to himself.
Dib knew about how Zim couldn't go home. He also knew that if Zim didn't have contact with his leaders, then he couldn't bring the Armada to Earth. This made Zim extremely vulnerable. Still, Zim was tough to beat. And Dib knew this. Zim would not give in easily, if even at all.
Dib glanced at the clock again.
"10:05," he mumbled, "Wow, time is sure going slow tonight."
He sat up and kicked his feet over the side of the bed. Dib would have to be busy doing something, otherwise he would get bored. And minutes seem like hours when you're bored.
Dib stood up and walked over to his bedroom door. Opening the door and stepping out, he half walked, half ran down the stairs; skipping every other one.
Gaz was sitting on the couch playing video games on the PlayStation.
Gaz looked a lot different from that of which she did in her Elementary Skool years. She had let her hair grow out; it was about shoulder-length. She had dyed her hair also. It was now a light blue, with highlights of her original hair color. Her eyes had pretty much remained the same; squinty. But if you ever got a chance to look at her eyes, you can tell how beautiful they are. Gaz's eyes are a golden honey color, with a small tint of baby blue.
"I'm going out for a while," Dib said, stopping to look at Gaz before heading out the door.
"Mm-hmm.... Yeah, sure, whatever..." Gaz said, obviously absorbed in her game, "AHH!! STUPID KILLER PLANTS!" she shouted at the game.
Dib just kind of rolled his eyes, turned the door knob, and walked outside.
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It was a chilly October night. Dib noticed this and stuck his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. He realized that maybe he should have put on a warmer coat.
As Dib reached the park, and sat down on a bench. He felt something hit him in the head. Looking up, he felt something land in his mouth! Dib spit it out; hoping it wasn't some kind of animal droppings. Feeling it with his fingers, because it was too dark to see, he realized that it was an acorn. Dib then heard the chirps of a squirrel, and some scurrying in the branches above him.
Suddenly, Dib felt as if he was being watched. He looked around, but saw nothing. Something just didn't seem quite right. It was too quiet.
Standing up from the bench, Dib started to walk down the sidewalk that led to the cemetery. He wasn't headed to the cemetery, but he was just walking in the direction.
Glancing over his shoulder, Dib saw a shadowy figure jump quickly behind a tree. He stopped and turned around to squint at the spot that the 'person' had hid. Only to have no luck whatsoever in seeing who, or what, it was.
Dib's pace quickened as he turned around and continued walking down the sidewalk.
'Maybe tonight wasn't such a good night to go for a walk,' Dib thought to himself, 'oh well; maybe it's just an animal.'
Dib glanced over his shoulder again, and saw the shadowy figure duck down behind a bush. This was definitely no animal. Dib was being followed; and he knew it. He felt sweat start to develop on his forehead, despite the chilly weather.
Dib started to jog; and, suddenly, turned around sharply. This time he saw the shadowy figure. But it was not hiding from him; it was running in his direction! Dib turned and ran down the sidewalk.
Dib ran for about two minutes down the sidewalk before he reached a fence with a sign on it. The sign said, "Constantine Cemetery." He really didn't want to go through the cemetery at night. He wasn't superstitious or anything, but that's just kind of creepy.
Dib turned around in a fighting position, and glanced from left to right; looking for another way to run. The stranger was gaining quickly on him. Dib had to make a choice. He could stay and fight, or he could run in another direction.
Dib chose to run in another direction. He quickly jumped to the left and sprinted off. He spotted the road ahead. The dim street lights glowing in the distance. The road was about two-hundred meters away.
Dib ran as fast as he could towards the road. His trench coat flapping behind him, his forehead covered in sweat. Suddenly, the wind picked up. It was blowing against him! No! This would slow Dib down! He pushed against the wind and ran as fast as his legs would allow him to go in the wind.
Finally, Dib reached the street. Running to the middle of it and turning around to face the direction that he had come from. Panting heavily, Dib reached up and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Watching the spot where he had come running out of, Dib saw his follower appear; revealing his face in the dim glow of the street lights.
Dib widened his eyes and gasped.
"Zim," he whispered.
~~
Well... I leave it at that..... That was actually better than I thought it would be... ^_^;; Well, gotta go. South Park will be on in a bit. So... C- ya!
Zim the Homicidal Maniac, ch 3
by GothicAngel
~~
Dib laid in his bed thinking; his hands behind his head, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. He seemed to have one thing in common with Zim; they both thought a lot about things. Dib seemed deep in thought at that moment.
He wore a black tee-shirt under his normal black trench coat. Black seemed to be the right color for Dib. Helping him to blend into the shadows at night, when he decided to take the normal, middle of the night, stroll that he normally took through the nearby park. He still had his regular black boots. Although bigger, the boots were still the same brand.
Dib rolled over in bed and lay on his stomach, his elbows holding him up. He looked at the many scars he had on his arms; scars from victorious or losing battles with his arch nemesis, Zim.
His eyes trailed down a long scar from his wrist to where his arm bent. This particular one was caused by sneaking into Zim's base. He had accidentally triggered a laser defense system. He jumped out of the way in time, but, as a result, the laser had grazed his left arm. The gash required sixty-two stitches.
Dib glanced over his right shoulder to look at his alarm clock sitting on the nightstand next to his bed.
"10:03," Dib mumbled to himself.
Dib knew about how Zim couldn't go home. He also knew that if Zim didn't have contact with his leaders, then he couldn't bring the Armada to Earth. This made Zim extremely vulnerable. Still, Zim was tough to beat. And Dib knew this. Zim would not give in easily, if even at all.
Dib glanced at the clock again.
"10:05," he mumbled, "Wow, time is sure going slow tonight."
He sat up and kicked his feet over the side of the bed. Dib would have to be busy doing something, otherwise he would get bored. And minutes seem like hours when you're bored.
Dib stood up and walked over to his bedroom door. Opening the door and stepping out, he half walked, half ran down the stairs; skipping every other one.
Gaz was sitting on the couch playing video games on the PlayStation.
Gaz looked a lot different from that of which she did in her Elementary Skool years. She had let her hair grow out; it was about shoulder-length. She had dyed her hair also. It was now a light blue, with highlights of her original hair color. Her eyes had pretty much remained the same; squinty. But if you ever got a chance to look at her eyes, you can tell how beautiful they are. Gaz's eyes are a golden honey color, with a small tint of baby blue.
"I'm going out for a while," Dib said, stopping to look at Gaz before heading out the door.
"Mm-hmm.... Yeah, sure, whatever..." Gaz said, obviously absorbed in her game, "AHH!! STUPID KILLER PLANTS!" she shouted at the game.
Dib just kind of rolled his eyes, turned the door knob, and walked outside.
~~
It was a chilly October night. Dib noticed this and stuck his hands in the pockets of his trench coat. He realized that maybe he should have put on a warmer coat.
As Dib reached the park, and sat down on a bench. He felt something hit him in the head. Looking up, he felt something land in his mouth! Dib spit it out; hoping it wasn't some kind of animal droppings. Feeling it with his fingers, because it was too dark to see, he realized that it was an acorn. Dib then heard the chirps of a squirrel, and some scurrying in the branches above him.
Suddenly, Dib felt as if he was being watched. He looked around, but saw nothing. Something just didn't seem quite right. It was too quiet.
Standing up from the bench, Dib started to walk down the sidewalk that led to the cemetery. He wasn't headed to the cemetery, but he was just walking in the direction.
Glancing over his shoulder, Dib saw a shadowy figure jump quickly behind a tree. He stopped and turned around to squint at the spot that the 'person' had hid. Only to have no luck whatsoever in seeing who, or what, it was.
Dib's pace quickened as he turned around and continued walking down the sidewalk.
'Maybe tonight wasn't such a good night to go for a walk,' Dib thought to himself, 'oh well; maybe it's just an animal.'
Dib glanced over his shoulder again, and saw the shadowy figure duck down behind a bush. This was definitely no animal. Dib was being followed; and he knew it. He felt sweat start to develop on his forehead, despite the chilly weather.
Dib started to jog; and, suddenly, turned around sharply. This time he saw the shadowy figure. But it was not hiding from him; it was running in his direction! Dib turned and ran down the sidewalk.
Dib ran for about two minutes down the sidewalk before he reached a fence with a sign on it. The sign said, "Constantine Cemetery." He really didn't want to go through the cemetery at night. He wasn't superstitious or anything, but that's just kind of creepy.
Dib turned around in a fighting position, and glanced from left to right; looking for another way to run. The stranger was gaining quickly on him. Dib had to make a choice. He could stay and fight, or he could run in another direction.
Dib chose to run in another direction. He quickly jumped to the left and sprinted off. He spotted the road ahead. The dim street lights glowing in the distance. The road was about two-hundred meters away.
Dib ran as fast as he could towards the road. His trench coat flapping behind him, his forehead covered in sweat. Suddenly, the wind picked up. It was blowing against him! No! This would slow Dib down! He pushed against the wind and ran as fast as his legs would allow him to go in the wind.
Finally, Dib reached the street. Running to the middle of it and turning around to face the direction that he had come from. Panting heavily, Dib reached up and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Watching the spot where he had come running out of, Dib saw his follower appear; revealing his face in the dim glow of the street lights.
Dib widened his eyes and gasped.
"Zim," he whispered.
~~
Well... I leave it at that..... That was actually better than I thought it would be... ^_^;; Well, gotta go. South Park will be on in a bit. So... C- ya!